frantic_quest (frantic_quest) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2011-12-31 20:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: frantic_quest, gusmas 2011 |
Gusmas 2011
Title: Coming to Terms
Series: New York Stories Drabble Series
Author: frantic_quest
Prompts: Dec. 12: Bite me Dec. 13: Don't sell me short Dec. 14: Like father, like son, Dec 15: Ribbon, Dec. 16: Table, Dec. 17: Forgotten, Dec. 18: Chalet, Dec. 19: Unexpected surprise, Dec. 20: Hanukkah, Dec. 21: Solstice, Dec. 22: Sunshine
Notes: Eleven Drabylon Dollars. This is a drabble series set several years post-513 looking at Brian & Justin's life together in NYC. Not necessarily linear.
19.
Brian continued to bitch and moan the entire trip back to New York, leaving Justin with a vile headache, and a strong desire to utilize the sparkly blue ball gag Brian had bought him last Valentine’s Day if Brian didn’t zip his lip on their ride home in an old cum and reefer scented taxi.
“Bite me, Brian!” he finally snapped. “What the fuck is your problem?”
Brian shut up mid-rant, refusing to meet Justin’s steely-eyed gaze head-on, dropping his head and pinching his nose in frustration.
“It’s my bitch of a mother.” Brian admitted. “She wants to meet Gus.”
20.
“How the fuck does she even know about Gus?” Justin demanded, headache forgotten at the thought of Joan Kinney re-entering their lives in any capacity. No wonder Brian had been freaking out.
“Cunty Clare told her.” Brian shrugged.
“You’re not seriously considering it, are you?” Justin hovered uncertainly next to Brian, the idea of Joan’s toxic religious views being spewed at Gus making him nauseous.
“Give me some credit for being able to avoid a land mine like that.” Brian flopped down onto the sofa, pulling Justin down into his lap. “I never want any of her shit to touch Gus.”
21.
”You’re just like your father.” Joan had hissed into the phone. ”Always thinking you could hide things from me. He with his shameless hussies, and you with your disgusting and sinful lifestyle.”
"Mom, I’m hanging up now." Brian had only spoken to her because the temp didn’t know Joan was a fucking whackjob, and had transferred the call.
“I won’t let you keep the Lord’s truth from my grandson, Brian." She spoke quickly, knowing her time was limited.
“Stay the fuck away from my son." Brian did have one thing in common with his old man; a real hatred of Joan.
22.
Justin had welcomed the roughfucking Brian had given him that night, knowing that a few lovebites and a sore ass was a small price to pay for exorcising the Joan Kinney demon from Brian’s mind.
He called Lindsay the next morning, knowing that Brian had filled her in on Joan’s discovery. Justin explained his idea to ease Brian’s mind and she readily agreed. Winter Break was right around the corner, and just like a boy needed a father, sometimes a father needed to spend time with his son.
That evening, Brian found a red-ribboned envelope next to his dinner plate.
23.
Justin leaned against the table with one hip, scratching the back of his neck nervously as Brian picked up the envelope and shot him a curious glance.
“It’s a little early for Santa and his elves to have paid us a visit, isn’t it?” he asked with a smirk.
“Just open it.” Justin urged him with a slight laugh. “You know you’re dying to see what it is.”
“Mmmhmm.” Brian finally opened it, keeping his now suspicious gaze on Justin the entire time.
Justin anxiously watched as Brian looked inside and pulled the papers out.
“Well, what do you think?”
24.
Brian bit his lip lightly as he scanned the envelope’s contents, raising his eyes to meet Justin’s, the heat from his gaze causing Justin to shiver in anticipation.
“This is fucking awesome, Justin.” Brian crowded him against the refrigerator, pressing their bodies together, his hands tangled in the soft blond strands of Justin’s hair as he leaned forward to join their lips.
Within minutes, Justin’s legs were wrapped around Brian’s waist, as they fucked noisily against their high-end stainless steel appliances.
The copy of the e-ticket that booked Gus’s flight from Toronto to New York fluttered forgotten to the floor.
25.
The snow had finally stopped falling, leaving several feet of fluffy whiteness blanketing the shorelines of Lake Louise Marie.
Justin stepped out onto the porch of the lake house, mug of hot chocolate clutched in his slowly thawing fingers, enjoying the way the sun reflected brightly on the lake’s frozen surface.
He heard the sounds of giggling and shouting coming steadily closer as Brian and Gus finally ended their snowball fight and headed toward the warmth of the house.
They had gone skiing at the nearby chalet earlier, Justin opting to stay behind to keep the home fires steadily burning.
26.
Justin smiled at the sight of the two Kinney men tumbling and wrestling together in the snow, knowing that the unexpected surprise of Gus being able to spend an entire month with them had done Brian’s dangerous stress levels more good than any pill or treatment recommended by a doctor could have accomplished.
“Hey you two!” he shouted across the snow-covered yard, “Do you want something hot?”
Gus nodded eagerly and started trudging through the snow, while Brian flashed him an evil grin and teased, “Besides you, Sunshine?”
Justin laughed, sending him a flirty look from under his eyelashes. “Later.”
27.
Brian sat in the armchair next to the fireplace, leafing through an industry journal, idly listening as Gus tried to teach Justin the rules behind the Dreidel game.
He’d resisted spending time at the lake house when they’d first bought it, his inbred tendency to avoid any hint of breeder-like domestic tranquility stronger than his desire to quiet Justin’s pleas that he just take things slower after suffering a few stress-related health scares.
But now he had finally seen how much Gus loved being here with him and Justin; his dick apparently in no danger of turning into a twat.
28.
They were quiet on the taxi ride back to the apartment. Gus’s plane had left taking him back to Toronto less than an hour ago, and neither one of them felt much like talking.
“How about we head over to Solstice tonight?” Justin suggested, naming their favorite gay club in the city.
Even though he knew Brian loved spending time with Gus, a month was a long time for him to go without the familiar sights and sounds of sweaty, sexy men grinding up against each other.
Justin knew a hot blowjob in the backroom would do them both good.
29.
Justin threw his hands up in the air, ass sliding back-and-forth against Brian’s hard cock, as they did a nasty bump-and-grind on the dance floor at Solstice.
Brian had slipped him an E on his tongue a little while ago, and the drug was working it’s familiar magic, dropping Justin’s inhabitations, and making him horny and hungry for Brian’s dick.
He pulled at Brian’s arm, urging him impatiently to head in the direction of the back room, only pausing when Brian insisted he drink a bottle of water.
“Fuck the water.” Justin had pouted.
“Be good, Sunshine. Hydration is important.”