From the "I Miss ... " series: "I Miss ... the sound of 'hey'

Nov 05, 2005 10:25

The "I Miss ... " series was on my website and seeing as that's no longer around, I thought I'd put them here.

Disclaimer: As usual all things "Queer As Folk" belong Russell T. Davies, CowLip and Showtime. No profit was made from this fiction and no disrespect for the show, its writers or the actors is intended.

Notes: I changed a few bothersome details from the originals to appease the anal side of me.



iv. "I Miss ... the sound of 'hey'" -- Justin POV

I miss the sound of "hey".

"Hey" was my barometer. It was practically an entire language. I knew right where Brian's head was when he came in from work just by the tone of "hey". I knew when Gardner had been riding his ass. I almost always knew when the twins had fucked up. I knew when a presentation had gone well. Of course that one was pretty easy because he'd usually call me to tell me we were going to celebrate but even then he'd always say "hey", and I'd know before he got any further.

When I heard it late at night, a kind of desperate and hoarse "hey", he was trying to pull me back from whatever nightmare had crept up. But then there were other times late at night when he'd say it just loud enough to wake me, then he'd tell me he didn't mean to and I knew he did because we always fooled around after, then fell asleep wound around each other. I loved it when he held me from behind and whispered "hey" into my hair while grinding up against my ass because it generally meant he was so horny he wanted to crawl inside of me right then and there but couldn't because we were in some public place. Those times he wouldn't let me out of his sight and never took his hands off of me. It felt great.

"Hey" meant everything. It meant 'wake up' when I was trying to grab another five minutes of sleep in the morning, usually followed by a flying pillow or shirt or whatever else was handy. It meant 'stop whining' when I really didn't want to do something but had to anyway and insisted on making my feelings known. It also meant 'shut up' when he was trying to work on a presentation and I wanted to tell him something I thought was important. A lot of times it meant 'glad to see you' followed by a genuine smile that lit up his eyes; those were great. 'Hey' was a perfect word. It was our word. Now whenever I hear it ...

I really miss the sound of "hey".

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