britin1729 (britin1729) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2008-10-14 14:29:00 |
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“I still say it's not fair,” Michael said for the umpteenth time.
“Well what do you want me to do about it?” snapped Justin impatiently, continuing to flip through an old edition of Rage. How Brian had put up with this guy since the age of fourteen was beyond him.
“I want you to draw Zephyr getting some action!” Michael explained, in full whine mode.
Justin rolled his eyes inwardly. “And I told you before...I can't draw this stuff if I can't see it...”
“Well, what do you want me to do, grab Ben and give you a show?”
~.~
“It might help.”
“I was joking.”
“Thank God.”
“Hey!” Michael scowled at Justin. “I'm just saying, it isn't fair that Rage is always getting a blow job, or JT is getting fucked into a wall...what about Zephyr? You know, sidekicks are seriously underrated. I feel sorry for Robin now.”
“Zephyr does plenty of cool stuff. Last issue he helped JT rescue Rage from Ice Tina, remember?” Justin pointed out.
“It's not the same! I want to get laid! I mean...” Michael backpedaled quickly. “Zephyr needs to get laid. Just one NC-17 scene is all I'm asking for...please?”
~.~
“For fuck's sake!” Justin roared, throwing the comic to the ground and standing up. “If I draw the fucking sex scene, will you leave me alone?”
Michael bit his lip, thinking hard. “Yep.”
“Fine!” And he stormed off.
Peeking around the corner to check that Justin was truly gone, Michael bent to pick up the comic he had left behind, and flipped immediately to page thirty-four, on which Rage was in the middle of receiving what was, judging by his expression, a very satisfying blow-job from an all too willing JT.
Zephyr would get his turn. And soon.
~.~
“Did you bring it?” Were the first words out of Michael's mouth, even before a proper greeting, as Justin strode into the Novotny-Bruckner household one evening.
Justin rolled his eyes. “Yes, I brought it.”
“Where is it? Let me see!” Michael demanded, nearly attacking Justin in his eagerness to see Zephyr engaged in his first ever sex scene.
“Here it is,” Justin handed him the drawings.
Michael's energized grin faded a little...a bit more...then turned into an unmistakable frown. “What the fuck is this?!”
Justin shrugged. “You said you wanted NC-17.”
“Where's Zephyr's hunky paleontologist boyfriend?”
~.~
Justin looked a little nervous for the first time. “Well...I told you I could only draw what I could see...”
“So you can see Zephyr getting it on all by himself but you can't see him actually having sex?!”
“Not...really,” Justin admitted sheepishly.
“He's jerking off in the shower!” Michael exclaimed. “Well, we are not printing this!”
“Why not? I like it.”
“You like seeing me—Zephyr—jerk off?”
“No! I mean I like the drawing!” Justin amended. “You were right. Zephyr needed some action.”
“Not from his left hand!”
“Well, what do you want me to do?”
~.~
Michael flung the papers back at him. “Draw him in a threesome with Rage and JT if you have to! Just give me—Zephyr—something, here!” Justin flinched as the papers were stuffed back into his arms.
“They're not that bad,” the blond defended his drawings. “They're almost...hot,” he lied.
“Listen to me,” Michael said firmly. “Here's what you are going to do. You're going to take these back home. You're going to draw Zephyr with his boyfriend. And then we're going to print the issue. Okay?”
Justin nodded, a bit miffed at being ordered around like a child.
~.~
Well, fine, if Michael was going to be an ass about it...
Two Weeks Later...
“Justin fucking Taylor!”
Justin looked up innocently from his computer when Michael barged randomly into the loft one day.
“Careful. Brian will be home soon. He'll call the police if you murder me,” Justin warned.
“What the hell is this!?” Michael held up the newest issue of Rage: Gay Crusader.
“I believe it's called a comic book.”
“This!” Michael ripped open the book and slammed it on the desk in front of Justin. Page twenty-six...Zephyr jerking off in the shower.
“Well?” Michael demanded.
~.~
“It's...art?” Justin offered.
“I told you to print the new version!” Michael spat. “And...you shrank his dick!” he accused.
“I was just drawing what I imagined in my head...” Justin said slyly.
“You asshole! Now Zephyr looks like a complete lonely loser who has nothing better to do than follow Rage around and jerk off in the shower in his spare time!”
“Well...”
“He does have a boyfriend!”
“Not anymore. I'm refusing to draw him,” Justin announced calmly. He seemed to have taken a personal offense to Michael's displeasure with his drawings.
“You're what? You can't!” Michael sputtered.
~.~
“I'm the artist. I can do whatever I want.”
“Well, fine!” Michael said angrily. “Next issue Rage is leaving JT!” he said triumphantly.
Justin's jaw dropped. “What for?”
“Because he's finally realized that JT is annoying as hell!”
“Look, it's not my fault you have no sex life...”
“I do have a sex life!”
“Jesus Christ!” came an exclamation from the doorway. “I could hear you two going at it from all the way downstairs.”
Michael and Justin turned to look at an extremely agitated Brian Kinney. “Okay, here's what's going to happen,” he said authoritatively, striding into the room.
~.~
“First, you're both going to shut the fuck up.” Michael and Justin avoided each other's eyes.
“You are going to leave Rage and JT alone,” Brian said sternly to Michael, who looked away.
“And then you are going to fucking draw a Zephyr sex scene,” he said exasperatedly to Justin. “I don't care how you do it, and I don't care where you do it...as long as you either shut the hell up or get of here. Are we all clear?” Michael and Justin muttered their agreement with Brian's plan.
“Good. Now kiss and make up. Fucking comic geeks.”