xie_xie_xie (xie_xie_xie) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2009-01-01 15:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: xie_xie_xie, challenge #96: 'tis the season |
Challenge #96: 'Tis the Season
Title: Fixing It, 36-58 of 58; series begins here.
Author: Xie
Condoms: 23 to Brian
Warning: Minor Character Death
36.
Dinner was over. Brian sat on the sofa. He had a cup of coffee in his hand, Gus on one side, and Justin on the other.
He was fairly sure if he didn't get out of there in the next five minutes he was going to throw Debbie's Christmas-song-spewing turntable out the window and drive his Corvette over her animated-holiday-nightmare lawn.
Justin put his coffee cup down. "Gus… I think Jenny Rebecca is about to eat your Transformer."
Gus raced off and Brian smiled into his coffee. "Thanks."
Justin laughed. "You look like you're ready to chew off your arm."
37.
Brian snorted. "That would be less violent than what I was actually contemplating."
Justin looked at him. "I figured." He stood up, and everyone in the room looked at them. "Don't get up, everyone. We're going home now, and we'll see you tomorrow."
And no one got up. They didn't follow them to the door, didn't load them up with leftovers, and no one cried.
When they were in the car, Brian said, "That was hot."
Justin frowned. "What was?"
"You getting bossy with everyone." It was the same voice Justin had used on Craig, but Brian didn't mention that.
38.
Justin was quiet on the way home. He was quiet in the elevator and quiet when they got back in the loft. He was quiet when Brian took him into the bedroom, stripped off both their clothes, and pulled the duvet over their shoulders.
Brian let his fingers curl around Justin's soft dick. It twitched against the palm of his hand, and he felt Justin breathe a sigh over the skin of his chest. He nuzzled into his hair, and murmured a wordless question.
Justin's tongue was warm and wet in Brian's mouth, and his arms tightened around his neck.
39.
Brian fucked him. He wanted to, and Justin wanted him to. Brian needed it, too, but that was something he didn't think about. He just thought about how Justin's ass felt on his cock, his legs around his waist, and his fingernails biting into his skin.
"I love you," Brian told him, and then he was coming, Justin spilling in between their bodies at the same time, everything wet and hot.
Justin started crying before he even let his legs fall to the bed. And Brian held him for a long time before he realized he was crying, too.
40.
Brian woke up; it was still dark. He could hear the shower in the bathroom, and smelled coffee. He relaxed for a second, then he remembered. The funeral.
The bathroom was full of steam, and Justin kept his back to him while he pissed. Brian got in the shower and picked up the shampoo. "It's not even 7 yet."
"I couldn't sleep." Justin tipped back his head while Brian rubbed the shampoo into his hair. "I don't feel like waffles again. Can we go get breakfast?"
"Sure." Brian started to wash his own hair.
"But not the diner," Justin said.
41.
They ate at a café near PIFA, then walked down by the river. Brian turned his collar up and kept his arm around Justin's shoulders.
Justin didn't seem to notice the cold. He just looked out at the water and leaned into Brian's side. "Makiko emailed me."
Brian nodded. "When do you have to go back?"
Justin shrugged. "She was so polite and understanding I couldn't quite figure out what she was trying to tell me." He sighed. "I'll think about it later. After."
They stood there for a few more minutes, and then they walked back to the car.
42.
Justin spoke at his mother's graveside. He didn't cry, and his voice didn't break. Molly was standing next to him, her eyes red.
Brian watched Craig. He was standing only a few feet from his children, but he never looked at Justin. His eyes were down, and a few times he glanced at Jennifer's coffin. He never even looked at Molly until she started crying.
Justin put his arm around her, and kept speaking.
Craig folded his arms across his chest and saw Brian looking at him. Brian didn't look away, and after a long moment, Craig dropped his eyes.
43.
Justin was talking to relatives when Brian saw Debbie. She hugged him, ignoring the stiffness in his body like she always did. He noticed she was on her toes, so he bent his knees a little.
She laughed and smacked his cheek lightly. "That was a helluva speech Justin gave." Her smile faded. "I didn't think he'd take me up on it when I offered to have the reception." She gestured at the group standing around him. "I thought he'd want one of his relatives to have it."
Brian shook his head. "He wanted to keep it in the family."
44.
They didn't stay long at Debbie's, just long enough to see Craig visibly flinch at the lawn display, and for Brian to accuse Michael of taking down the leather elves.
He just shrugged. "There is such a thing as too much."
Brian snorted. "Don't tell me; tell Deb."
He looked for Justin and finally found him with Molly in Michael's old bedroom. It didn't look the same anymore, but Brian felt a strange sense of déjà vu when he stood at the door.
Molly was sobbing on Justin's shoulder, and he was crying, too. Brian hesitated, then cleared his throat.
45.
Justin looked up. "Hey."
Molly wiped her face with her arm. "Is my dad looking for me?"
Brian snorted. "I'd be the last person he'd ask."
She laughed and sniffled at the same time. "Good point."
Justin stood up. "I'm ready to go." He looked at Molly. "You're okay going with Dad?"
She nodded. "He doesn't hate me."
Justin laughed. "Yet."
Molly hit his arm. "If I decide to be a lesbian or an atheist or anything, I'm not going to be stupid enough to tell him until he's paid for college."
Brian looked at Justin. "I like your sister."
46.
When they got back to the loft, Justin changed into jeans and a sweater. He'd been sitting and staring at the computer for half an hour when Brian handed him a glass of scotch.
Justin took it and sighed. "I'm trying to figure out what the fuck to tell Makiko."
"Let me see her email." Brian read it, tapping his finger on the desk. "I'd say she's freaking out."
Justin nodded. "In a very quiet, unobtrusive, discreet kind of way."
They moved over to the sofa. "There's only one thing you have to decide: What do you want to do?"
47.
Justin sat next to him, and stared at the ceiling. "Right now, I just want to crawl into bed for a month."
"You can do that." Brian smiled down at him. "And I'll crawl right in with you."
Justin laughed, and smacked his arm. "It sounds better already."
"Or… I could go to Tokyo with you." He took a sip of his drink.
Justin sat up and stared at him. "That's crazy."
Brian shrugged. "I was coming for the opening in three weeks anyway. Why is it crazy?"
"Can you get away for three weeks?"
"Who'll tell me I can't?"
48.
Justin chewed on his thumbnail. He drank some scotch. He stared at Brian. Then he nodded. "Okay."
Brian snorted. "But I'm picking the hotel. It's one thing for a place to be painfully hip; the one you were in looked just painful."
Justin smiled. "Yeah, it was a little on the small side."
Brian caught Justin's chin with his hand. "Justin. Whatever you want – stay, go, alone, with me. Just tell me."
Justin smiled and kissed him. "I already did. Come with me."
They kissed for a long time, and finally Justin stood up and pulled Brian into the bedroom.
49.
Justin emailed Makiko that he'd be back in two or three days. Brian went into Kinnetik the next day, and flinched as he cleared his schedule. But Cynthia and Ted just nodded as he handed everything off to them.
"Tell Justin I'm sorry I wasn't here for the funeral," Ted said. "I called him last night, but he didn't pick up."
"He's been spending a lot of time with his sister." Brian folded his lip in for a second. "I'll tell him."
Ted surprised him by hugging him; Brian rolled his eyes and hugged him back at the same time.
50.
Their flight was leaving at 7 in the morning. Brian checked both their suitcases for the third time: condoms, lube, underwear, socks, suits for the opening packed so they wouldn't wrinkle, moisturizer, aspirin, iPods tucked into the outer pocket of their laptop bags.
Then he gave up and went out into the living room, where Justin had spent the last half hour doing something on the computer. "Sunshine – are you trying to live on Tokyo time before we even get there?"
He shook his head. "Just emailing Molly. But I'm done." He shut off the computer and came to bed.
51.
Brian kissed him, then nuzzled his way down his body, kissing every rib and muscle, biting his nipples.
Justin's cock was leaking when Brian licked the head and tongued the slit. He moaned when he slid his mouth down his cock at the same time he stroked behind his balls
Brian pulled back and licked the head again, smooth wet swirls, lingering on the sensitive spot under the rim. Justin was grabbing at his hair with one hand, his other arm over his head. Then Brian slid his mouth down again and swallowed, and Justin's come flooded into his throat.
52.
Brian crawled back up Justin's body, his hand on his own cock. He knelt over him, and Justin wrapped his fingers over Brian's. When he came, it shot over Justin's pubes and chest.
Justin wiped them both off, then flopped down next to Brian. Their fingers tangled loosely between them on the bed. "We'll be in Tokyo for New Year's Eve."
"We're landing on New Year's Day."
Justin sat up and frowned. "Tomorrow's the 30th."
"In Pittsburgh. In Tokyo it's the 31st."
He flopped back down. "We're losing a day."
Brian shrugged. "We'll get it back when we come home."
53.
Justin was quiet for a long time. "I think part of the reason I want to go back is that I can pretend she's not dead. I'll be in Japan, like I was before, and I can tell myself she's just back here."
Brian turned onto his side. "Pretend whatever you want."
"Does that work?"
"No." Brian gently traced the edge of Justin's jaw. "But feel free to keep looking for something that does."
Justin put his hand on Brian's wrist. "This works." His voice was soft in the dark.
Brian smiled. "Yeah." He kissed him. "I guess it does."
54.
Brian and Justin stood in front of a large painting, a swirl of gray and something Justin insisted wasn't pink. "It's oyster," he said.
Brian rolled his eyes. "Oyster. Fine. The important thing is that it sold."
"They all sold," Justin reminded him.
"I'm not surprised." He snagged two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter, and handed one to Justin. "To a son any mother would be proud of." He paused. "And who I'm proud of."
They took a sip, then Justin grinned. "That was really corny."
Brian stuck his tongue in his cheek. "And yet you loved it."
55.
Justin leaned into him a little. "It's funny… she should have hated you, if you think about it."
Brian snorted. "I'm sure she did."
"She got over it." Justin sipped some more champagne, then looked at him. "In fact, I think she liked you more than I did there for a while."
Brian's lips rolled into his mouth for a second. "Well, you knew me better."
Justin laughed. "She was so upset we didn't get married. She kept asking me if I was really sure. And she fucking loved that house."
"That's me," Brian said. "Every mother's dream come true."
56.
Justin's face flushed, and Brian touched his cheek. "Hey."
"I never know when it's going to happen." He had tears in his eyes.
Brian took Justin's glass and set it down with his on the table behind them. "I know." He put his arm around him again. "Do you suppose we're shocking everyone?"
Justin glanced around. "No. It's like New York. They're unshockable."
Brian steered him towards another painting. "Good." He kissed him.
They finally pulled apart, laughing. "Go schmooze," Brian said. "I'm getting another drink."
He watched Justin join the small group in front of one of his paintings.
57.
The plane shuddered as the wheels hit the runway. "Back in the Pitts," Brian said.
Justin looked out the window. "It's starting to feel real again. That she's gone."
Brian put his hand on Justin's knee, but didn't say anything.
When they got to the gate, he stood up and pulled their coats and laptops out of the overhead compartment. He kept his hand on Justin's back as they went down the gangway. "Should we kiss the ground?"
Justin laughed. "No. But I want a cheeseburger and fries."
"You know," Brian said, looking surprised. "That sounds good to me, too."
58.
It was almost midnight when they got to the diner. Debbie was scribbling an order and without looking up called, "Sit anywhere you'd like. I'll be with you in a minute."
Brian sighed. "Forgotten us so soon, Deb?"
She whipped around and grabbed them both in a big hug. "Brian! Sunshine! When did you get home?"
"Just now," Justin said. "And we're starving for some good American diner food."
"Well sit down, honey, sit down. I know just what you need."
They slid into a booth, and Brian held Justin's hand across the table. "Welcome home."
Justin smiled. "You too."
The end.