qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

“Yeah,” Emmett chimed in. “We're just saying...you act like a boyfriend with Justin. No big deal.”

“You're all fucking insane,” Brian muttered, his hand tightening around the drink on the counter in front of him. “I don't fucking do boyfriends.”

“What about how you're always giving him rides to school?”

“Or how you always put your arm around him whenever we go somewhere?”

“Or whenever he says he's cold, you give him your jacket?”

“You know,” smirked Emmett, “denial's not just a river in Africa.”

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

Justin hated the cold.

He remembered the chill of those nights in the hospital after the bashing, covered in only that thin sheet that Brian would have described as a rag, if he had ever dropped by to see him.

He recalled the bitter iciness of Ethan's apartment, with only worn blankets, hardly thicker than the hospital's, to keep him warm.

He remembered the months he spent in New York on his creaky mattress and the old quilt he'd borrowed from Debbie before he left.

Then he snuggled deeper into Brian's warm body beside him, and forgot about the cold.

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

Michael followed his friend's cold stare to the dance floor, where an energetic blond was surrounded by an eager throng of admirers.

“Why don't you go get him?” he asked, fighting a smirk at Brian's pronounced scowl.

“What?” Brian asked, clueless, as he glanced at Michael.

“Go over and get him if you don't want him dancing with all those guys. You know he'd rather be with you.”

“Who wouldn't?” Brian asked airily.

Five minutes later, Justin's crowd of worshipers having been told quite clearly to fuck off, Michael laughed as Brian kissed the blond soundly, claiming what was his.

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

“When did it get so fucking freezing out here? It wasn't this cold when we left,” Brian complained as he marched along the street toward the jeep. But Justin wasn't paying attention.

“Hey, there's no one down that little alley back there,” he muttered to Brian, glancing sideways down the back street. “You have a condom with you?”

“Naturally. But it's too fucking cold. My dick will freeze.”

Grinning, Justin grabbed him by the hand and pulled him down the alley, shoving him against the wall. He licked his lips, sinking to his knees.

“Allow me to warm it up.”