Gift # 42 of 42 BUT there's one more coming.
TO: predec2 FROM: estrela_3112 TITLE: New Year’s Eve at Babylon GIFT REQUEST: QAF humorous fanfiction
NOTE: No beta. It’s my first QAFanfiction and also my first fic written in English. I’m also so sorry for my late, but know that I did everything to make this fic, first, readable ^^, but enjoyable as well! Hope you’ll like it! And happy New Year! ALL THE BEST FOR 2012! J
New Year’s Eve at Babylon
Brian POV
I can’t believe this is happening… again. The dance floor of Babylon is full of beautiful men covered with sweat and glitter, which is good. Even more when you know I’m the owner of this place.
I could just pick one, go to him, murmur in his ears to follow me in the backroom and fuck him. Just like old times. But no, no. The legendary Brian Kinney, the “slut” of Pittsburg as Zen Ben used to call, is at the bar, his sixth drink in his hand, having eyes only for one particular blondie and asking himself “How the hell (and when exactly) did I turn into a lesbian?”
Wait. I know how it happened. This is all the fault of that little twat. And now, after 11 years of a non-relationship-but-still-romance-fuck-that-call-it-what-the-hell-you-want-I-don’t-care, of rejections, kisses, declarations, breaks-up, makes-up, after also 6 years he spent in New York trying to become a professional artist, Justin is back. Apparently for good this time.
He showed up 8 days earlier at the loft.
“Merry Christmas!” he said, with luggage all over him and around, the familiar fucking big grin on his face. “I hope you love your gift!” and I didn’t even have time to open my mouth that he had already his tongue stuck in it and his hand shoved down my pants.
But focus. Back to the current situation. You’ll ask: Why am I upset then? I’ll tell you why: it seems like I’m jealous. Yes, you heard it well. Jealous. Me. Unbelievable.
I have been watching him dancing to the rhythm of the thumpa thumpa, for like 15 minutes now, with another guy literally glued to his back. And that guy was the first brave enough to hit concretely on him, because you should have seen this, since he entered the dance floor, everyone’s head was rolling, worse than in a rollercoaster!
Long story short, I can’t bear this. But I can’t go to him and acting all jealous, because first, I’ll be hearing of it for like… probably the rest of my life, and second, we didn’t even discuss the terms of our relationship yet. Okay, before he went to New York, I told him I loved him and asked him to marry me (I know, holy shit, right?!), but then we spent 6 years apart. Of course, we saw each other from time to time, more than I thought at first actually, and my feelings haven’t changed at all, I still lo… care about… okay, love (God, that’s difficult!) him so much, but what about him? We continued sleeping with other guys during this period, nothing serious obviously, at least I speak for myself. Maybe he didn’t tell me everything...yet. Maybe that’s why he wanted to come here, to tell me in person, hoping that I… Christ, Brian, focus! You’ll find it soon enough anyway.
But what am I doing until this? How am I supposed to react? Wait. What the hell does he think he’s doing to my man??! Fuck it! I’m going.
Justin POV
Oh my God. He is never gonna let that pass. I’m laughing my ass off in advance.
Let’s play a little. Three, Two, One, and…
“Excuse me?”
I knew it! Tate, no James, no, no… Jack?? Whatever. The rather hot guy who’s about to have his ass kicked turns around, takes back his hands from mine, and faces Brian. It’s going to be worth watching.
“Yes?” the guy replies.
“I’d like if you butt the fuck out.”
“What? I think you…”
“No, you heard it well. I said I like you to FUCK OFF and leave my boyfriend alone!”
“Oh man, wait, I didn’t know he had a boyfriend. I’d never…”
“Oh please! I don’t have time for your bullshit. Just leave and go try to stick your dick somewhere else.”
Poor guy. He has turned completely white. He doesn’t even know where to look anymore and has let go of my waist, or any part of my body for that matter, by now. When you see the glare Brian is giving him, it’s easily understandable. And just as he is about to go, Brian adds:
“Oh, and just in case you didn’t already know, I’m the boss here. I mean, I own the place. So you better don’t mess up with me again if you don’t want this night to be the last you spent at Babylon.”
The guy nods and turns around.
I don’t look at him right away. But I am craving to comment.
“Don’t.”
I look up at him, trying not to smile. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Yeah, but I know you’re dying to.”
Silence.
“Boyfriend, huh?” I dare.
Silence again.
“This is what you are, right?” he tells me, looking right into my eyes. I know he was taking a risk by declaring this. I also know he knew he was. But he did it anyway. Oh boy, how I love him! I just want to jump into his arms and kiss him until dawn.
Focus, Justin. It’s Brian Kinney we’re dealing with here. You can’t appear too needy, or too romantic. First, answer him. “Right.”
And just as the word is coming out of my mouth, we suddenly hear the crowd around us yelling “10… 9… 8… 7…” The countdown has begun.
I look back at Brian. “I missed you.”
“3… 2… 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!” Everyone is kissing, hugging, jumping in each other’s arms. I’m still looking deeply at Brian, waiting for him to say something. Anything.
“I love you.” he said. Just like that, out of nowhere. He does surprise me tonight.
“Wow, I must be very lucky. Two ‘I love you’ in around 6 years, I’m really impressed, Brian.”
“Shut up!”
Haha, it’s always fun to play with his nerves. Plus, I’m so good at it!
“And for the record, it’s three.” He continues. “You forgot the time when I proposed to you.”
“I’ll never forget that day.” And just as I say that, I instantly regret it. I can see a grin breaking on his face. You know, his smart-ass grin. He is gonna make me pay.
“Good, ‘cause I don’t plan on doing it again anytime soon.” He was clearly smiling now.
“Asshole.”
“Hey, I can’t help that. My very nature prevents me from being too lovey-dovey.”
I chuckle. “Really?? That must be why you were so jealous tonight, and practically ripped that poor guy’s head off!”
“He deserved it.” Brian doesn’t smile anymore, barely looks at me. I notice that his fists are clenched. Off-topic, but the other guy was so lucky not to be punched in the face!
“What for? Asking me to dance??” I ask sarcastically.
“Oh please! Now you’re just being ridiculous. He was totally hitting on you! Plus, I’m not jealous. Jealousy is for lesbians.”
“Well, you must have found a way to turn into one during the night then.”
He glares at me. “Asshole.”
“Fair enough, I guess. I did call you that 2 minutes ago, so…”
We both burst out laughing. For a moment, we look at each other, and then, the expression on Brian’s face changes. I know he is thinking about something else, something apparently very amusing if I believe what I’m currently seeing on his face.
Brian is the first one to break the silence. “You know what’s strange? Apart from the fact that, I must confess, I might have been a tiny bit jealous tonight.”
Victory! “No, what?”
“It’s 2012, and I haven’t fucked anybody yet! Would you happen to know someone who might be interested in the job?”
His grin goes wider and wider. I can’t help but do the same.
“I think I know someone. Follow me.” And I throw my arm around his waist while he puts his around my shoulders, as we walk through the crowd in fever to the front doors of the club. We won’t choose the backroom tonight. We’re going to the loft instead, the place where it all began.