sakesushimaki (sakesushimaki) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2011-12-31 22:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | gusmas 2011 |
Gusmas 2011
Title: I Don’t Mind If You Don’t Mind (2/2)
Author: sakesushimaki
Prompt: Nov. 26 - Rapid deceleration
Specifications: follows 1/2, 5x100
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 (2/2)
by sakesushimaki
After everyone got the message that no, they didn’t elope and no, Justin didn’t get knocked-up, ha-fucking-ha, Justin's wearing his ring isn’t a big deal. He’s glad for that.
Brian’s dealing with the situation worries him, however. Or better, Brian’s not dealing with it. Brian says nothing when somebody makes a comment. He has no snarky come-backs, not even angry ones. There’s nothing. Just a more frequently appearing absent look in his eyes.
Justin paints a lot. He knows he’s running from a conversation he has to have.
He always takes his time getting the dark paint off his ring.
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They go to Babylon for the first time in forever and Justin is determined on lifting Brian’s mood, and his own in the process.
Emmett is the charming stage of drunk and compliments Justin on his appearance. Justin smiles and notes Brian’s appreciative smirk. After that, however, Emmett reaches the dramatic stage of drunk.
“You really got it all, baby! The prince, the castle, the endless love and—”
“Emmett…”
But Emmett just grabs his hand and holds it up. “And the ring to prove it!”
Justin hears a bottle make contact with the bar. He watches Brian’s back as he walks away.
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On the drive home, Justin twists his ring and wants to cry.
“If it bothers you so much, I won’t—”
“It doesn’t bother me.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Brian pulls into the garage and turns off the engine. They don’t move.
“Look,” Justin starts again. “You obviously aren’t comfortable with me wearing this ring. I think…” He quickly wipes away disobedient tears.
“Justin. No.” Brian bends over, takes Justin’s face in his hands and kisses him. “No. It’s not… I…” Brian kisses him again and again. “I’m sorry,” he whispers and kisses Justin until his eyes are dry.
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Brian worships Justin’s body that night. His mouth touches every patch of Justin’s skin, lingering at places to make him come once, twice, three times before he even prepares him for his dick. He stretches Justin’s ass, first with his tongue, then with his fingers, in all kinds of wonderful.
When Brian pushes inside him, smooth and slow, Justin pulls him down for a kiss and winds his limbs around him. He wants to take Brian as Brian takes him.
They’re close when Brian gropes for Justin’s hand. His fingers slide over the metal there before they tangle with Justin’s.
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In the morning, Justin wakes up in his favorite way. He’s warm, he slept soundly, and Brian’s sleeping body is molded against his backside.
Memories wash up in his almost awake mind and he tenses. But Brian reacts, subconsciously, arm tightening a bit around Justin’s chest, lips gliding over his shoulder, not really kissing, but a soothing connection.
Sometimes Justin can’t believe his luck. He reaches for Brian’s hand, interlacing their fingers, and looks down. Brian’s fingers always twitch once when he does that. Justin’s used to it by now.
What’s new is the circle of platinum around Brian’s finger.