sanami276 (ohfreckle) wrote in qaf_giftxchnge, @ 2010-12-25 12:00:00 |
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To: cgkr
From: sodoesrachael
Title: The Speed of Sound
Gift Request: Brian/Justin, Brian POV: What would be of their relationship and personalities if the bashing didn't happen?
Rating: Heh, M (R) for implied sexy times and Brian's potty mouth
Summary: If Justin had never faced his own mortality, and Brian had never realized everything he had to lose, what path would they choose instead? Re-write of the end of season one, sans the bashing.
Notes: cgkr, you had quite a few possibilities in your request, but I latched on to this one and had fun with it. :) Also, this is pretty much a comma massacre. Deal with it. Little bastards deserve it. Also also, this is pretty much one long stream of consciousness, but that's how I roll. And thanks to dani_blondy for giving this a read-over and giving me her thoughts! Love ya bb! <3
"Hey! Hey everybody, shut the fuck up!"
Next to Brian, Justin groaned and attempted to sink into the couch, hoping to remain unseen, but with his fat ass it wasn't happening. No, Debbie still saw him, and came over to yank him up and drag him over to where his mother was standing, still shredding a kleenex in her hands and sporting a watery smile.
No doubt they were gonna embarrass the shit out of the kid now, with Jennifer providing stories of the young babe running around in diapers, causing all sorts of mayhem.
In an attempt to not die of boredom or from drowning under the combined weight of Jennifer and Debbie's tears (or both), Brian escaped upstairs under the pretense of spending some time with son. He could feel the weight of Justin's glare following him up the stairs, and merely turned to smirk at the boy before finishing his great escape.
Sonny boy was still asleep, so Brian was able to enjoy the silence for a moment, before he sat down in a chair next to Gus' crib, staring at his son. There were times he still couldn't believe that this little... thing was the product of him. That he'd helped create this little ball of life... He'd never expected to feel as much as he did about the whole thing, but he did. He... loved Gus, his son.
From the moment he'd held him in his arms the first time, he knew. It scared the living shit out of him, but he loved Gus. He would do anything for his little boy, he knew. He'd never wanted to give up that level of control, not to anyone, but it was done.
And surprisingly, he didn't regret it. His own father had spent everyday reminding him how much he regretted letting Brian be born, but Brian could never imagine feeling that way about Gus...
"He's a good kid," came a soft voice from the doorway. Brian turned, and there was Justin, leaning against the door frame. Apparently he'd managed to escape from the mothers...
"He's just a baby, how do you know if he's good or not?" Brian asked, turning back to the crib. "For all we know, we're looking at the next Manson. Take your pick. Or the next, fuck, the next Tom fucking Cruise. Christ, I can't decide which would be worse."
Justin just laughed softly, not wanting to wake Gus, and walked up next to Brian, watching Gus with him. "Or, we're looking at the next Gus Peterson-Marcus-Kinney. And I know he's good because of who his parents are." He looked up at Brian. "All of them," he finished softly.
"Fucking sap," Brian muttered. He pulled Justin to him and kissed him briefly. "You ready to get the fuck out of here and really celebrate?" He felt Justin nod against him, and with one last fond glance at his son, he dragged Justin out of the room and down the stairs. "Well, it's been real, but we have pressing business elsewhere."
Debbie began to protest, but she was ignored by both Brian and Justin, and drowned out by Emmett's catcalls. Brian looked up long enough to see Jennifer's lips press together in a thin line, the disapproval obvious on her face, and he silently dared her to say something.
If there was anything that this day was really about, it was the fact that Justin was truly an adult now; he didn't have to listen to a damn thing she said anymore. And given the choice, Brian knew Justin would choose him. The boy did wonders for his ego...
He grabbed his keys in one hand and Justin in the other and pulled him out the door before anyone could say anything more, though. He didn't want their mood to be ruined by Justin fighting with his mother, though he was kinda hot when he was all riled up.
Pressing him up against the side of the Jeep, Brian got him riled up in a different way, though, before pushing him in the general direction of the passenger door. He climbed into the Jeep and started it, waiting for Justin to get in. "Where are we going? Babylon?" Justin asked as they drove off of the lesbian's street and back into real civilization.
Brian simply raised a single brow at him, and drove in the direction of the loft. Justin's smile promptly turned into a smug grin, knowing what would be happening, and Brian let it go. It was the brat's day, he supposed. Besides, making Justin happy in bed was one of the easiest things he'd ever done, and the boy gave back as good as he got, so really it was win-win for both of them.
Brian would make sure Justin spent his first official day of the rest of his life with his head spinning so fast he couldn't even remember his own name. A smug smile graced his own face, but Justin didn't notice, lost in his own little world of anticipation. Good. Brian always loved the element of surprise.
.....
"How'd you know about that?" Justin asked, handing him back his cigarette. "It was supposed to be a surprise."
"Please, how could I not know? Good thing you didn't tell Debbie your exact address, or else you'd have all sorts of psychos showing up at your door. All of Liberty Avenue knows that fair headed Sunshine is going to be roughing it on his own, but with enough ziti to last you at least through a third world war."
Brian put out the cigarette in his ashtray and stood, pulling Justin up with him and pushing him into the bathroom. They needed a shower before Justin stuck to his bed for the rest of his life. While that wouldn't be a bad thing in theory, the kid literally never shut up; when he wasn't fucked out of his mind, that is.
"But tell me, how does a penniless lad such as yourself afford a place of your own, even shared?" Brian asked as he turned on the shower. "I know you and your ass get good tips at the diner, but it can't be that much."
Justin just smirked and shook said ass at him, before turning serious. "No, my mom was able to find a kick ass divorce lawyer. They never had prenups, so my mom gets half of everything. And my dad had already set up college funds for me and Molly, so we still get those. I don't know how she found him, but the guy she's got is good."
Brian just nodded, following Justin into the shower, and decided not to mention the business card he'd stuck in Jennifer Taylor's mailbox the other day. Or the fact that he'd talked to his lawyer and had him charge Jennifer way less than the normal fee, picking up the rest of the tab himself.
Justin's father should have thought twice before messing with Brian fucking Kinney, that was for sure. And if he couldn't sue the mother fucker for trying to beat the shit out of him, or for ramming his car, then he could at least have his lawyer wipe the floor with him this way.