Gusmas 2011: The Worst Holiday Season Ever I-III Title: The Worst Holiday Season Ever Setting: post-513 with Justin still in New York Summary: It's not like Brian hates the Holiday season. He loathes it. And on Thanksgiving, Justin gives him one more reason to. Author's Note This starts on a Thanksgiving and follows all 37 prompts in order. Sometimes it's one prompt!day per fic!day, sometimes I use more than one prompt to tell a day in the fic. Does that make sense? I hope it does when you read it.
eta - There is a kiss in there in case it might count for moonbrightnites donation.
Prompts: # November 25 - Thankful # November 26 - Rapid Deceleration # November 27 - The Woods/Nature (picture prompt)
Thankful
“I am thankful for...,” Justin pauses, choosing his words, “for being able to spent Thanksgiving with my friends and family.”
He looks around the table at Debbie's where everybody has assembled for what is best described as a Feast. Feast with a Capital F.
“And for Brian's frequent flier miles, without which I would have never made it here.”
He toasts to the rest of the group but before he can take a sip of his wine, Brian pulls him into a kiss.
There is really no need for Brian to say what he is thankful for.
Rapid Deceleration
“I won't make it home for Christmas.”
Brian slams on the breaks, the Corvette skidding to a halt. “What? You picked a fucking great time to tell me.”
“Sorry.”
They are on their way to airport to get Justin on the red-eye back to New York.
Brian's hand clench around the steering will, knuckles turning white. “Why didn't you tell me sooner?”
“I didn't want to ruin the weekend.” Justin smiles apologetically.
Brian nods, wordlessly, taking it in. He should have seen this coming. Spending Thanksgiving together has been almost to good to be true.
The Perfect Spot
Brian has dropped off Justin at the airport. Their goodbye has been, just like the weather, cold. He really should have seen this coming. Had he known, he would have preferred Justin to come home for Christmas instead of Thanksgiving.
It's dark out now. The headlights turn the frost-covered trees on the roadside into skeletons.
The drive to Britin seems longer than usual. Because he is driving it alone. Because he is disappointed. Because in the morning, he will have to call off the delivery of the Christmas tree.
Too bad he had already found the perfect spot for it.