Challenge # 30: 216-220
This is the conclusion of my post-216 AU kitten drabble series, where Brian finds a kitten in the alley on his way home from not buying roses, which begins here. Please read them in order or this won't make sense.
My typist xie_xie_xie (not her real name) says this is a fix-it fic and that's very bad, but I don't care. It could have happened like this. Kittens have mysterious powers. Just ask them.
Here are the final five drabbles. All condoms to Justin.
Bowling By Rebel
Justin watched as Ben bowled one and then two perfect strikes. Brian was acting like he didn’t care, but he was watching out of the edges of his eyes. Justin could always tell.
Brian let out a huff when one pin didn’t fall on Ben’s third try. Justin shook his head. “Fuck.”
Brian nodded. “Cops top queers. It’s a disgrace.”
Justin laughed. They all went to Woody’s afterward, and Justin stood next to Brian.
Brian was staring at Ben and then at Michael, his face blank, his eyes thoughtful. Ben looked good, not even tired, his arm over Michael’s shoulders.
Three Cheers By Rebel
Brian tipped his beer bottle and took a long swallow, his eyes following a guy in black jeans as he crossed the bar. Justin glanced at him and laughed. Sort of.
Brian didn’t seem to notice, and he didn’t say anything.
Later that night, they went back to the loft. Justin checked the kitten’s water bowl. She was asleep on their bed.
He heard Brian cross to the refrigerator, but didn’t look at him. “Why didn’t you fuck that guy?”
Brian came over, and stood looking down at Justin. “What guy?”
Justin snorted. “The one you were cruising all night.”
“The long-suffering wife routine doesn’t suit you, you know.” Brian went into the bedroom.
Justin sighed. He hated it when he got like this. He didn’t care if Brian fucked every guy at Woody’s. What the fuck was wrong with him?
Later By Rebel
Justin stood in the bedroom doorway. Either the kitten had woken up, moved to Brian’s chest, and fallen back asleep, or Brian had scooped her there without waking her.
Justin sighed and climbed into bed next to them. “We really need to give her a name.”
Brian nodded, then turned his head and kissed him. “Later.”
Justin kissed him back. “Later,” he agreed, laughing.
It was dark, and quiet, and later, when Justin felt Brian give a deep sigh.
“What?”
Brian didn’t answer for a while, and Justin thought maybe he’d fallen asleep.
“So, we really can’t call her ‘Twat’?”
Words By Rebel
“We really can’t call her ‘Twat’. Mel and Lindz would kill us.”
“Hmmm. Although imagining Gus yelling ‘Twat, Twat,’ as he runs around the loft is sort of amusing.”
“To you,” Justin pointed out. “Why can’t we think of anything? I don’t usually have trouble with names.”
“Maybe you’re trying too hard.”
Justin was almost asleep when he heard Brian’s voice again. “Maybe it doesn’t matter what we call her. It’s just a word.”
Justin opened his eyes. The kitten was curled on the pillow near Brian’s head. He nodded and put his head on Brian’s chest. “Maybe it doesn’t.”
The Morning By Rebel
The kitten woke up. Her people were asleep, legs tangled, crusted drool on the corners of their mouths. She cleaned herself carefully, then jumped up to use her litterbox. She tried to get her jingly ball out from behind the bookshelf, but it wouldn’t budge. She flounced to the bedroom, and stood glaring at Brian and Justin.
The power of her rage didn’t wake them, so she used a technique that had proven effective in the past: Jumping on Justin’s face.
He woke up, arms flailing. “What the fuck…. You TWAT!”
Brian laughed, and pulled the pillow over his head.