britin1729 (britin1729) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2009-07-11 03:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: britin1729, challenge #123: babylon |
Challenge #123: Babylon
Title: Homecoming
Notes: Five drabbles, one for each season
Condom: 5 to Sunshine
If Brian had any sense of moral obligation whatsoever, he wouldn't have bought Justin a drink before allowing himself to be pulled onto the dance floor by a very eager, very grateful blond, who proceeded to thank him quite thoroughly.
If Brian would have glanced to his right, he would have seen Ted hand Emmett a ten dollar bill.
~.~
Together Alone
Justin really did love the whole atmosphere of Babylon. The guys, the glitter, the music, the feeling that any conquest was possible. As he watched Brian scan the dance floor, this impression was reaffirmed.
But tonight, the effects of the club were fading fast, and all he really wanted was to be back at the loft, sans the guys and the pulsating music, alone with Brian.
The beat pounded in his ear as he yelled into Brian's, but he must have heard anyway, giving the slightest inclination of his head before taking Justin by the hand, and leading him home.
~.~
Recapture
Brian knew they were being watched, could virtually sense the whispers floating around and through the thrashing bodies as suspicions and rumors were confirmed.
Normally, he relished being the center of attention.
Tonight, all he could bring himself to revel in was the soft blond hair in between his fingers, the warm body pressed against his in an absolutely perfect fit, and smiling lips as they brushed against the skin of his neck.
He felt his heart pounding against his chest as he kissed those lips soundly, craving them constantly— satisfied in knowing that once again, they belonged to him.
~.~
Facing the Facade
Justin had reluctantly agreed, for the second time that week, to accompany Brian to Babylon.
They sat at the bar, Justin's eye trained carefully on his partner, watching for any sign, any slip in this ridiculous facade. He wondered if the music was loud enough that he might be able to just scream his head off without anyone noticing.
He doubted Brian would buy the food poisoning excuse twice, so as he sat, he contemplated some new lie to drag his stubborn boyfriend's ass back to bed where it belonged right now—wondering if Brian could see through his facade.
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Homecoming
“What the fuck's with him?” Ted asked as Brian ordered another shot of JB, glowering darkly at everyone within sight.
“Justin had to postpone his visit,” Michael explained. “Something came up.”
Half thoroughly surprised, half honestly drunk, Brian nearly fell off his barstool when he received a tap on the shoulder. For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating.
“Hey, Stud,” Justin—who by all accounts shouldn't have even been there—grinned at him. “Wanna dance?”
“Have you ever seen anything make Brian smile like that?” Ted asked, amazed, watching Brian drag Justin off to the back room.
“Just...him.”