"Big Man On Campus" - Epilogue
Conclusion of my AU fic. QaF characters are not mine.
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Epilogue - Four Years Later
“Justin!” Brian called. “Get moving, twat, you’re gonna be late!”
Laughing, Justin waved goodbye to his fellow PIFA graduates and jogged over to Brian’s car. After giving his boyfriend a kiss, he asked, “What’s the rush? They’re not going anywhere.”
“I promised Lindsay I’d have you at the house by three,” Brian replied. “Now, get the fuck in the car.”
“Okay, okay,” Justin said, laughing again.
They drove down the quiet, tree-lined suburban streets, until they reached the stately, two-story home where Lindsay lived with Melanie. Several other cars were already parked down the street, and Brian grumbled under his breath as he was forced to park around the corner.
Lindsay greeted them at the door. Smiling widely, she threw her arms around Justin, saying, “Congratulations, Sweetheart! We‘re all so proud of you.”
“Thanks,” Justin responded, his cheeks coloring.
“All right, that’s enough,” Brian said, nudging the blond boy inside.
The living room was filled with people whom Justin had come to know well over the past few years: Besides Lindsay and Melanie, there were Emmett (who planned the whole party), Ted and his boyfriend, Blake, and Michael with Ben. Michael’s mother had finally accepted his relationship with Ben, and now the two men were talking marriage (much to Brian’s annoyance).
In the next room, the long dining room table was weighed down with all types of food. “The manicotti is from Ma,” Michael said to Justin. “She’s working and couldn’t come, but she says to tell you ‘Congratulations, Sunshine.’”
Justin had no more taken a seat when gifts were being handed to him. His smile was a mile wide as he unwrapped them, while Melanie and Michael each took pictures. Brian sat in the corner, watching the whole spectacle with a smirk. This was Justin’s day, and he was going to let the kid enjoy it.
“So, what’s next for the great artist, Justin Taylor?” Ted asked.
“Well,” Justin replied, “I have my first show coming up, in July, at the art gallery where Lindsay works. After that, well, I’m going to have to get a ‘real’ job so I can save up enough money to go to New York. That’ll probably take a while.”
“New York?” Michael asked. He glanced over at Brian, who only shrugged.
“Guess he’s got to go to the big city, if he wants to fulfill his dreams,” Ben said.
“It won’t be for a while yet,” Justin reiterated. He, too, looked over at Brian. They had talked about it some, but had ultimately decided just to play it by ear for now and see what happened.
Emmett leapt from his seat and turned up the stereo, and people began to dance. Justin stood in the middle of the room and shook his cute little ass, until Brian had to get up and grab him. He spun Justin around and then started dancing with him, the two of them moving provocatively to the music, as if they were the only ones around.
“I’m proud of you, Sonny Boy,” Brian murmured in the blonde’s ear.
“Thanks, Brian,” Justin replied. His eyes filled with tears, but he blinked them back. He felt so lucky to still have Brian in his life.
Since graduating from college, Brian Kinney had gotten a full-time job with Vanguard, the advertising agency he’d interned for. The job paid well enough that Brian could get a place of his own, a huge, beautiful loft apartment that was the envy of everyone who saw it. He was now also able to afford as many designer clothes as he wanted, and continued his quest to be the promiscuous gay man in Pittsburgh. Almost every night, there was a new man in his bed. He never fucked any of them more than once.
Except, of course, for Justin. Their relationship was a tad unconventional (Brian continued to rebuke anyone who referred to them as “boyfriends”), but no one could deny they had strong feelings for one another.
After dancing for a bit, Justin pulled himself away from Brian and went to have something to eat. Brian turned down the offer of food, saying that there was only “fatty shit” available.
“Oh, that’s right,” Justin teased, “you’re old - your metabolism isn’t as fast as mine anymore.”
“We’ll see who’s in better shape, later tonight,” Brian responded.
Two hours later, Brian had had enough socializing for the time being. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” he whispered to Justin. “I‘ve got my own special present to give you.”
They gathered up Justin’s gifts and some leftover food, bid good-bye to everyone, and then headed to Brian’s loft. As exhilarated as he was over the events of the day, Justin looked forward to having some quality alone time with the man he loved. He couldn’t wait to get Brian’s “present.”
In the elevator, Brian pushed Justin against the wall and gave him a little preview, pushing the blonde’s shirt up to tweak his nipples while he attacked Justin’s neck with his lips and tongue. By the time they reached the top floor of the building, where the loft was, Justin was almost ready to come in his trousers. Brian, too, looked disheveled and incredibly turned on.
They barely made it inside before Brian was on him again. He dragged Justin across the room, to the sleeping area, and pushed the boy down on the bed. He quickly divested them both of their clothes and then fell upon Justin with a growl. They kissed and fondled one another, their desire building into a frenzy.
“Brian…Brian,” Justin gasped. He thrust his hips upward and ground his cock against Brian’s. “Please…”
With his hands buried in Justin’s hair, Brian kissed the other boy deeply, before saying, “Hold on, Sunshine…patience is a virtue.”
“The hell with that,” Justin replied. “Fuck me, now!”
Brian chuckled. Then he reached over and grabbed a condom from the bowl on the nightstand. Tearing open the package, he handed the condom to Justin and said, “Put it on me.”
Justin did as he was told, and seconds later, Brian slid home.
They kept their eyes open and locked on each other the entire time. Each thrust of Brian’s hips drove them closer and closer to ecstasy. When the moment arrived, they both cried out in joy. Brian slowly withdrew, tossed the condom, and lay down with Justin wrapped in his arms.
As he drifted off to sleep, Justin once again uttered the three words he’d first said several years before.
He felt Brian’s lips brush against his forehead, and could have sworn the older boy whispered the words back to him.
THE END