It's Even Worse Than Last Year IX-XI Title: It's Even Worse Than Last Year Author: xheartrockx Prompt(s): Mine & Yours, On the outside looking in, Smells like snow Notes: This is the sequel to The Worst Holiday Season Ever – which you should read in order for this to make sense. This starts shortly after Thanksgiving and follows the 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.
Mine & Yours Pittsburgh's streets are bustling, as much as that applies to the city.
Brian tries to ignore the people bumping into him. He has more important things on his mind. Like the call Cynthia has made to Emmett. They have an appointment tomorrow.
An appointment. With Emmett.
Brian has already sworn his friend to secrecy, including the threat of physical violence.
He stops outside a jewelery store. The jewelery store. The one where he has bought the rings two years ago.
The rings that sits in the safe at the house in an envelope Justin has marked with "mine and yours".
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On the outside, looking in "It's creepy when you watch me paint." Justin doesn't turn away from his canvas.
"You love it when I'm being creepy." Brian stands in the door to Justin's studio, arms folded over his chest.
"Classic misconception. It's just creepy." When Brian approaches him and wraps his arms around Justin, the young man takes his brush off the canvas. "What's it with you being all cuddly these days? Did the Christmas spirit get a hold of you after all?"
"Me? Never." Brian presses a kiss to the back of Justin's neck. "You're just hot."
Justin shakes his head, grinning. "Classic misconception."
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Smells like snow Later that night, Justin joins Brian on the porch where the brunet has a smoke. This time, it's Justin's turn to wrap his arms around his partner. It's a cold night, and that embrace is for both: intimacy and warmth.
"Can you smell that?" Justin asks, sounded dreamy.
"What? The turpentine that's coming from your every pore?"
Justin elbow playfully. "Ever the romantic." He snuggles in closer. "No, it smells like snow."
"Did you have a stroke?"
Justin elbow him harder this time.
Brian turns in the embrace and leans down for a kiss. "I'm glad you're here for Christmas."