BJ Fic: The Last TIme - Chapter 8 of 8 - COMPLETED
Banner (and beta) by the ever wonderful such_a_steph
Title: The Last Time - Chapter 8 of 8
Characters: Brian/Justin, Daphne, reference to major & minor canon characters, original characters
Rating: NC-17 (language, sexual situations, sex)
Timeline: Post-513 - Year 2011
Warning: None
Disclaimer: All characters and situations from Queer As Folk are the property of Russell T. Davies, CowLip Productions, Tony Jonas Productions, Showtime Networks Inc. and others. No copyright infringement is intended.
Previous Chapters here:
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7
The Last Time - Chapter 8
He Knows When You’ve Been Bad or Good
December 2011
Justin couldn’t believe the free hand Brian gave him in decorating the penthouse. With such faith, Justin had proceded with great restraint. Grace connected Justin with a great couple of guys who helped him string lights along the trees and planter boxes.
In the living area a six foot blue spruce in a planter on casters was decorated with beautiful blown glass ornaments and pine cone shaped lights. After the holidays, the tree would move to the rooftop terrace.
Justin skirted the planter with red felt leaving lots of room for presents. Since it was just the two of them until ‘the family’ arrived en force the following week, they were able to relax and enjoy each other.
Justin had decided that purchasing a sectional without input from Brian was probably unwise. Instead he created a shadow box of the living area with hand made 3-D paper furniture so Brian could try out several designs and arrangements before choosing exactly what he wanted.
Justin had already found a home for the existing sofa in Brian’s office. Grace had been decorating a suite of offices for Ted and Cynthia to use when in town and had been having a difficult time finding the right seating. When Justin suggested the sofa in Brian’s office would be perfect, Grace agreed.
“But he’d never agree to having the same couches in both offices.”
“I have the perfect sofa for Brian’s office.” Justin assured her.
Justin had found a couple of other items he thought Brian might enjoy as well. A baseball mitt and ball to share with Gus, and tickets to see Pittsburgh Pirates play the Mets, and the Yankees play the Toronto Blue Jays. Something Brian and Gus could plan to do together and no matter who won, they could claim their team won.
The Last Time
December 25, 2011
Christmas Day was a lazy day with much of the morning was spent in bed. Finally, when the phone calls started, Brian and Justin rousted themselves so they could video conference with Gus and JR.
All calls completed and bellies full of French pastries that Justin had managed to hide from Brian before surprising him for breakfast, the men reclined on the uncomfortable couch. Brian shifted and Justin took the opportunity to slide to the thick rug and lean back against the couch.
“You know…”
“hmmm?”
“This rug is more comfortable than that couch.”
Brian shifted to play with Justin’s sweater, “Quite possibly.”
“And…”
“…and?”
“There isn’t really enough room for two… to…”
“…tutu?”
Justin gave Brian’s hanging arm a shove.
“There isn’t enough room for two people to…”
“Fuck? Suck?”
“Make love!”
“Well, I’ll agree with all that. Of course, we’ve done it in less hospitable places.”
“Yeah, well it’s not your back or backside being tortured.”
“Hmmm,” Brian reached across to the catalogs stacked up on the coffee table. “I don’t suppose there might be some other suitable couch in one of these catalogs.”
“Well, now that you mention it. I did see a few I thought might suit your place.” Justin scrabbled across the floor to the Christmas Tree.
“Our place.” Brian murmured.
Justin intent on gathering up his gift for Brian missed the correction.
“Here!” Justin presented Brian with the brightly packaged box.
Brian regarded the box a moment. “I feel so embarrassed, I didn’t get you a big gift.” Brian rose and crossed to the tree. He reached in between the branches and plucked out a plain manila envelope. “Uh, it isn’t wrapped up fancy like this.”
“That’s okay, you open yours first.” Justin set aside the envelope for the time being.
Brian took out a small pen knife and sliced the ribbon. Using the blade he carefully freed the paper from the box. “Hmmm,” Brian looked at the box. The corrugated cardboard was marked with blue ink spelling “Rice-A-Roni”. “Somehow this isn’t what I’d consider a San Francisco treat.”
Justin smiled. “Open it!”
There was tape across the top, when Brian cut it, the box fell apart and the sides fell away. The little 3-D furnishings that Justin had made, had clumped to a corner. Brian looked at it closely.
“There’s too much furniture.”
“No, there’s just a lot of different furniture to try out.” Justin grabbed one of the catalogs behind him. “See,” he pointed to the picture in the catalog of the oval couch that reminded him of a giant clamshell. “Here,” he pointed to the model in the corner of the room. “And see these?” Justin pointed to two small chairs. “These are those!” He pointed to the chairs on the opposite side of the carpet. We can look at the different sofas and you can pick out the one you like best. I’ve already tested them for comfort.
That got Brian’s attention. “With who?” he asked in a deadly tone.
“With Daphne.” Justin laughed at the implication.
“Something tells me we’ll have to do our own testing.”
“Well, I think they have rules about sex in the showroom, but I’m sure you could get the sales clerk to look the other way.”
“Since when did you get so shy?” Brian grabbed at Justin’s crotch before returning his attention to the scale model.
They spent over an hour playing with the floor plan and trying out different configurations. In the end they settled on two sectional models they liked, but Brian still wanted to go to the showroom and see them up close.
With his back against the couch and Brian’s arm around his shoulders, Justin was happy and contented leaning in to rest his head on Brian’s shoulder.
“Hey,” Brian nudged Justin. “You aren’t falling asleep on me are you? You didn’t open your present.” Brian plucked the envelope from the coffee table.
Justin opened the envelope. It looked like a bunch of legal documents. He pulled out the pile of papers.
The first was the deed to the penthouse made out in both their names. Justin straightened up against the sofa. There was another deed for the studio in Justin’s name alone and for one of the retail units on the ground floor in Justin’s name as well.
“No Brian, it’s too much.”
“No it’s not, it won’t be paid off for another 15 - 20 years and you’ll have to contribute. Of course, it’s null and void unless you sign the final document.”
Justin flipped to the last page.
Application for Marriage License - City of New York
“Actually, it’s a lot faster if we fill it out online, but I figured if I stuff an iPad in there, you’d get lost on some tangent and never get around to it.”
“You want to…?”
“Well, it is legal. And I’d hate if you camped out in the cold gathering all those signatures for nothing.”
“But what about…”
“It’s only time? I’m tired of time. I’m not waiting for the next time. I want this to be the last time. The last time we part ways not knowing where we’re going and if we’ll be together. The last time other people and other circumstances dictate our lives. The last time we’re apart for more than a business trip. I want to go to bed with you and wake up with you… plus, it wouldn’t hurt to fuck a little more with Mikey’s brain and the rest of the family.
“If we get our paperwork in tonight, we can have our license by Friday. And believe it or not, your friends from the Gay and Lesbian Center have recommended a minister to do the deed. So what do you say, Sunshine? Want to ring in the New Year as Mr. and Mr.?”
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The Last Time
December 31, 2011
Brian straightened Justin’s bow and rubbed up against him. “You sure you don’t want to do it one last time as a single man?”
“Brian, they’re all waiting out there. Besides, I think we’ve done enough last times as single men - in the shower, in the hot tub - I still can’t believe Emmett didn’t see us! In the closet - and that one is going to take years of therapy to unravel. Enough! I want to get married - NOW!”
“You’re so demanding.”
“Hmmm, perhaps I should top you one last time as a single man and that would…”
Brian grabbed Justin’s hand and they burst through the door into the living area filled with family and friends.
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Emmett tapped his fork against the Waterford Crystal flute. The clear tone quieted the crowd. “A toast to the happy couple! Uh… where are they? Has anyone seen Brian and Justin?”
Debbie looked up from the buffet table where she’d just snagged a shrimp in the cocktail sauce. “The last time I saw them Brian said something about his first time to see fireworks on New Year’s Eve. He must be out of his mind, the paper said they don’t set them off until midnight.”
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The End
Happy 2012!
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