frantic_quest (frantic_quest) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2011-02-14 00:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: frantic_quest, outside of challenge |
(Outside of Challenge) Be My Fucking Valentine
Title: Be My Fucking Valentine
Author: frantic_quest
Word Count: 700 (Seven 100 Word Drabbles)
Author's Note: Happy Valentine's Day! Written for the anti-Valentine's Day Challenge at LJ's gale_allthetime. Romantical schmoop warning!
Be My Fucking Valentine
I
The vase of golden gardenias were placed conspicuously on the kitchen counter, directly in front of the coffee pot that contained what Justin considered to be nectar of the gods this early in the morning.
He eyed them suspiciously, the frown marring his smooth forehead deepening as he caught sight of the date on the cable box’s digital display.
“What the fuck…?” he muttered, yelping in pain as he burned his lips on the hot coffee.
He ran to the garage, looking thoughtful as he saw the empty spot where Brian’s car was normally parked.
What was Brian up to?
II
Justin carried his coffee with him to the master bedroom, casting a careful eye around the room, now that he was actually awake enough to be aware of his surroundings.
He glanced idly at the bed and choked on the coffee he’d just sipped. “Jesus Christ!” Perched on Brian’s pillow beneath an envelope addressed to him, was a heart-shaped box of Godiva chocolates.
Justin ran to his cell phone and double-checked the date; sure it would read April 1st, not February 14th, but there was no mistake.
He slid down on the floor next to the bed, envelope in hand.
III
“It must be a brain tumor.” Justin whispered to himself, staring at the white envelope adorned with several gold-foiled hearts in horror. “It’s either that or Armageddon is upon us.” He considered his options, but curiosity won out, and with trembling fingers he opened the envelope.
Inside was a tasteful and elegant Valentine’s Day card, signed Be My Fucking Valentine.
“Bastard!” Justin laughed as he stared in stunned disbelief at the XO’s that filled the space beneath the signature.
It was the perfect Valentine from the self-proclaimed least romantic man on the planet.
And no one would ever believe him
IV
“And how has your Valentine’s Day been, baby?” Emmett asked Justin over lunch, slinging his arm across Justin’s shoulders and giving a gentle squeeze.
“How about none of your fucking business, Honeycutt?” Brian answered shortly, glaring pointedly at Emmett’s comfortably draped arm, sliding roughly into the booth next to Justin, knocking Emmett’s fingers loose from Justin’s shoulder at the same time.
“Eww..it’s the man who killed Cupid.” Emmett sniffed disdainfully, slowly placing his arm back on the table. “And don’t call me Honeycutt!” he queened with a huff.
“You boys behave yourselves over there.” Deb yelled from across the diner.
V
“So, no chance you’ll be getting hearts and flowers from a secret admirer today, huh Bri?” Ted asked with mock innocence, doing his best to avoid the death glare aimed in his direction.
“Hearts make me puke, Theodore.” Brian explained in a voice usually reserved for those he deemed dim-witted. “And flowers simply wilt and die, not my idea of a flattering symbol of devotion.”
He turned to Justin and bit his earlobe. “I prefer the kind of gift that keeps on giving.”
Justin smiled wickedly. “Like Viagara-laced chocolate?”
“More like a heart-shaped studded paddle for your ass, insolent brat.”
VI
Later that night, after sharing a bottle of champagne and Justin’s box of chocolates, Brian rolled toward Justin, and rested his head on his palm.
“So how was your Valentine’s Day, baby?” he asked with a smirk.
Justin choked on his last sip of champagne and accepted a pat on the back from Brian. “Pretty fucking perfect until you called me baby.”
Brian laughed evilly, and lit a joint. “Never underestimate an ad man, Justin.” He took a long toke, before offering a hit to Justin.
“Because they’re all full of shit like you?”
VII
“Maybe I’m just a closet romantic after all, Sunshine.” Brian said, with a quick glance at Justin’s thoughtful expression.
“And you’ve chosen this Valentine’s Day to finally come out of the closet?” Justin bit back a giggle and handed the obviously strong fucking weed back to Brian.
“Exactly.” Brian answered, satisfied that Justin understood the way his mind worked, as usual.
“And on that note…” He reached into the bedside table and pulled out a very familiar box.
Justin stared in amazement at the wedding bands Brian had kept all this time.
“What do you say, Justin?”
“I do.”