xie_xie_xie (xie_xie_xie) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2008-12-30 16:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: xie_xie_xie, challenge #96: 'tis the season |
Challenge #96: 'Tis the Season
Title: Fixing It, 14-19 of several; series begins here.
Author: Xie
Condoms: 6 to Brian
Warning: Minor Character Death; WIP
14.
If Justin wanted to get shit-faced, then Brian intended to accomplish that as efficiently as possible.
He had the bartender at Woody's line up a row of shots in front of Justin, and ordered a beer for himself. Justin knocked back three of them, then offered him the fourth. Brian took it, but refused another. "Someone has to drive."
Justin burped a little, and looked confused. "There are such things as cabs. And it's not like you've never driven under the influence."
Brian took a swallow of beer. "You're nagging me to drink more? That's not very wifely of you."
15.
Justin downed another shot, shuddered, and made a face. "Good, since I'm not your wife."
Brian took another swallow. "Good, since I don't want a wife."
Justin contemplated the rest of the glasses. "This is the stupidest conversation we've ever had." He glanced at Brian. "And oddly, I'm enjoying it."
He picked up the remaining two shot glasses, and nodded towards a table in the corner. Brian followed him there, and sat down next to him. He put his arms around him, wrapped his hands around the back of his neck, and kissed the taste of whisky off his lips.
16.
They went back to the loft. Brian drove, and Justin bounced and hummed in the passenger seat, changing the radio station every few minutes until Brian turned it off.
Justin leaned on Brian in the elevator, looking a little pale.
"If you puke on me, you can sleep in the hall." But Brian's hands were gentle as he tugged Justin's sweater off.
The bed gave as Justin flopped onto it, and Brian pulled off his shoes and then his jeans. When he came out of the bathroom, Justin was still awake.
Brian slid under the covers, and pulled Justin close.
17.
Justin sighed and put his head on his chest. "Getting shit-faced didn't work."
Brian kissed him. "No."
He was quiet for a minute. "Does anything?"
Brian stared at the ceiling. "No."
"Oh." He shifted against Brian. "I guess if anything did, you'd know."
"I've tried drugs, alcohol, recreational sex, hurting the people I love, hurting myself, working fifteen-hour days, fast cars, and buying shoes. If you think of anything else to try, let me know how it goes."
Justin snuffled a little laugh against Brian's skin, and then he started to cry.
Brian held him. "And I've tried that, too."
18.
After Justin fell asleep, Brian lay in the dark, thinking.
Justin had been in Tokyo when it happened. Brian had been the one to call him to tell him Jennifer had died from a reaction to a drug she was taking for bronchitis.
Brian didn't think he'd be joking about Justin's drug allergies anymore.
It had taken Justin 24 hours to get home, during which Craig managed to take over everything, supposedly on behalf of Molly. Craig had clenched his jaw when Brian walked in the house with Justin, but he didn't say a word to him, not even hello.
19.
Justin hugged his sister before he sat down. Craig started to talk, but Justin ignored him. "Thanks for helping until I got home," he said. "I'll handle everything now."
Craig didn't argue. Brian wasn't surprised; there wasn't the slightest hint of compromise in Justin's voice.
"Molly." She looked at her brother. "I'd like to have the funeral the day after Christmas. Is that okay?"
She stared, then nodded her head. "Okay."
Justin stood up, and so did Brian. "Then we will."
Brian hung back while Molly and Justin walked to the car together. Craig didn't even come to the door.
Continued here...