xie_xie_xie (xie_xie_xie) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2008-12-30 12:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: xie_xie_xie, challenge #96: 'tis the season |
Challenge #96: 'Tis the Season
Title: Fixing It, 2-6 of several; series begins here.
Author: Xie
Condoms: 5 to Brian
Warning: Minor Character Death; WIP
2.
Brian cleared his throat. "Feeling better?"
Justin nodded, shoving his hand through his hair. "I guess I need to do some laundry."
Brian smiled. "Not very festive."
Justin started to laugh, but his voice broke. Brian stood up and wrapped his arms around him. "I know." He kissed him. "Let me…" He stopped. He couldn't do anything except what he was doing – which at the moment felt like nothing at all.
But Justin's breathing steadied, and Brian felt him leaning against him. So he stood there, his hand making small circles on Justin's back, his cheek resting on Justin's hair.
3.
It seemed like a long time before Justin lifted his head, but maybe it was only a few seconds. Brian wasn't counting.
"Thanks." Justin's eyes were wet, but there was something a little like a smile on his lips.
Brian didn't want to see it fade, so he bent down and kissed him. "Michael emailed. He wanted to bring food." He paused. "Well, he said he wanted to bring food. I think he wanted to tuck you into bed and sit and hold your hand and mother you for a few hours."
Justin really did laugh. "Debbie trained him well."
4.
Brian ran his hand through Justin's hair, and felt his lip turning in. "Speaking of Debbie, she called before you got here last night. Did you want to go over there?"
"Yeah." Justin looked at him. "Yeah, I do."
"Justin." Brian grabbed his chin and held it. "Do what you want to do, not what Debbie or Michael want you to do."
"Or what you want me to do?" But his voice was gentle.
Brian laughed. "Or what I want you to do. She was your mother, and it's nobody's business how you feel right now. Or what you do."
5.
Brian could hear the elevator in the hall, and the sound of ice dropping in the freezer. He heard a car horn on the street below. But for a long time, Justin didn't say anything.
And when he did, it was just, "I know." And then he went into the bedroom.
Brian heard the sound of the shower. He went into the bedroom and unpacked Justin's bag, but almost everything was dirty and wrinkled. He pulled clean underwear out of the drawer.
The water stopped, and Justin was standing behind him, a towel around his waist, his hair dripping. "Thanks."
6.
Brian gestured towards the dresser. "Jeans and a sweater?"
Justin laughed. "Sure. But I can dress myself, Brian. I'm okay."
Brian opened another drawer and pulled out a dark gray sweater. "I know." He let Justin find his own jeans in the closet, and watched him pull them on.
Justin glanced at him. Brian was lying on the bed, deceptively casual, leaning back on his elbows. "Do you suppose Debbie's place will be all decorated for Christmas?"
Brian nodded. "Count on it."
"Maybe I'd rather not go, then." He didn't meet Brian's eyes.
Brian just nodded again. "I'll call Michael."
Continued here...