xie_xie_xie (xie_xie_xie) wrote in qaf_crackfic, @ 2007-11-30 17:23:00 |
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Justin came back with his big bag of marshmallows and a long metal stick that Brian had never seen before, making Brian wonder how carefully this whole thing had been planned. When Justin got himself back under the blanket and properly snuggled up to Brian, he extended a few marshmallows into the flames on the stick, and asked Brian: “Weren’t you ever a Boy Scout?” “Never,” Brian answered. “How come?” Justin wondered. “I don’t know,” Brian answered, “It just didn’t seem to be my thing.” “But it was a lot of fun,” Justin said, ”The Boy Scouts did a lot of great things.”Anyway, just as they'd absolutely do in
“I don’t remember having fun as a kid,” Brian responded, “I don’t think I ever did. There wasn’t any fun at home, and I never had a real friend until I met Mikey in high school.” “What about the other kids at school?” Justin asked. “I think maybe they did have fun. Yeah, I think maybe they did.” Brian said wistfully, “I just thought fun wasn’t for me.”
“That’s terrible, Brian,” Justin cut in, and Brian couldn’t believe he was saying these things to anyone, even Justin. He wondered if it was just that this kid left him defenseless, or was it that damn fireplace too. He couldn’t believe that he was talking about the childhood he had tried so hard to forget, but somehow he was glad he had said what he had said. He felt better for having shared some of that part of his life with Justin. Justin leaned over and kissed Brian. “I love you,” he said. He thought Brian needed to hear that.
“Oops,” Justin cried out, “I’ve burned some of the marshmallows.” He pulled the stick out of the flames and popped one of the charred ones into his mouth. “They are so good,” he declared, “You ought to try one.” “I don’t like marshmallows,” Brian told him, “I do not like marshmallows.” “Well that’s too bad,” Justin declared, “I wish you’d try just one. I am an expert on marshmallows.” He handed one to Brian.
“That’s why you burned them black,” Brian countered. He eased the marshmallow into his mouth. Much to his surprise, it was good. “It’s good, isn’t it?” Justin pressed. “It’s OK,” Brian allowed. “Have another one,” Justin offered and Brian accepted, “We can have marshmallows often since you’re letting me keep the fireplace, and some great discussions too.”
“It’s as if the kid can read my mind,” Brian thought, “If he can then he knows how much I love him.”
"I thought you'd have that Polynesian turkey like you had last year," Brian said. "That turkey was really good."TWO HUNDRED SIXTY ONE CHAPTERS OF THIS. That should keep you bad!fic addicts busy for a while.
"And I guess I was actually thinking about that and then I decided to surprise you and not have it," Justin told him. "That was before surprises became anathema though – so now I should have had it because it wouldn't have been a surprise."
"But you didn't tell me what we are having," Brian pointed out, "So there is still some element of surprise involved."
Well I don't think I'll tell you anyhow," Justin maintained. "Maybe it'll be OK to have just a small element of surprise left."
"Like maybe I should bring Brandon and Jason home for dinner tomorrow night?" Brian jibed. "Like that kind of a surprise?"
"If you decide to pull a surprise like that, Sweetheart," Justin answered him in kind, "I think you better be prepared for some extra surprises yourself. That's what I think."
"OK, Baby," Brian laughed, "That sounds like a warning. But next year I think we'll go to Timbuktu or maybe Samarkand to get a little privacy – or maybe some uninhabited island in the Pacific – and if anybody we know turns up…."
"It'd just be a coincidence, Bri," Justin laughed back at him. "Coincidences do happen."
"Guess I'll never get to be alone with you with all these coincidences going on," Brian complained half-heartedly.
"You know what, Kinney," Justin pointed out. "Actually, we're alone right now."
What followed was neither coincidence nor surprise.