Gusmas 2011 Title: I Don’t Mind If You Don’t Mind (1/2) Author:sakesushimaki Prompt: Dec. 13 – Don’t sell me short Specifications: post-513, schmoop and minor drama, 4x100; Justin has some stuff on his mind. Notes: I come from the kingdom of Drabylon in the land of LJ! Title stolen from the Killers song Read My Mind.
I Don’t Mind If You Don’t Mind (1/2) by sakesushimaki
Justin has been waiting for the right moment. He’s been waiting for a week now but it never showed. Lying on the opposite end of the giant-sized couch, his feet tangled with Brian’s, he realizes that there can’t ever be a right moment to bring it up. Not with Brian.
“…around ten. Yeah.” Brian finishes the call and puts his phone on the coffee table. Reaching for the catalogue, he flips it back up to the marked page.
Justin knows that Brian doesn’t like to be watched. Well, not while flipping through a catalogue on a lazy Sunday afternoon, anyway.
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Justin tears his gaze away and looks around.
He’s sure he wants to do this. After months of mulling it over, after ruling out every fleeting reason, he’s sure now. After half a year, he’s finally come down from his too-good-to-be-real high that accompanied his return to Pittsburgh. He still feels like the happiest fucker in the world most days when he wakes up with one or more parts of Brian’s wrapped around him, but after six months, he’s gotten used to the distances in this house, to using the electric fire starter, to calling this freaking mansion home. It’s—
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Brian nudges Justin’s bare foot with his. Justin looks up at him and is met by a silent question and a raised eyebrow. He smiles and hopes he can get away with it. He’s not quite ready to do this. But it seems he’s out of luck.
“What’s up?”
Justin looks down at their feet and watches Brian’s toes flex against his lower leg. He decided weeks ago that easing into the talk won’t help. So instead, he takes a deep breath, makes eye contact, and blurts, “I want to wear my ring.”
The toes against his leg stop moving.
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Justin skin prickles with the sudden charge in the room.
“I’m not asking for marriage and nothing will change. I just… since I found them in your drawer, I’ve been thinking about them and… if it’s okay with you, I’d like to wear mine.” Justin finishes in a rush. He closes his mouth and waits.
Brian shrugs, fucking shrugs, and goes back to reading his newspaper.
Justin doesn’t know what just happened.
“You think I’ll freak out over the ring?” Brian shakes his head, not looking up. “I’m the one who kept it in his nightstand drawer for three years.”