From the "I Miss ... " series: "I Miss ... the way he said my name"
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.
vi. "I Miss ... the way he said my name" -- Justin POV
I miss the way he said my name.
We never had "terms of endearment", not unless you count "little twat" - which I didn't - but he could make my name sound like one. It sounded safe in his mouth.
Daphne offered that analogy when I told her last week that I missed it; she'd read in one of her magazines that when someone loves you your name sounds safe in that person's mouth.
I think she was just trying to make me feel better. I don't know if what I used to hear had anything to do with love, I just know that he had a way of saying it that no one else had. Of course I was the only one who heard it because she just looked at me with that look of hers that basically says "you're crazy" without actually saying the words.
I liked my name a lot more after I heard him say it a few times. I loved it when he said it in bed and not just during sex - although that was pretty hot - but late at night he'd sometimes say it. The lights were usually out so I was never really sure if he was talking in his sleep or just checking to see if I was there, either way it'd knock me out every time because I knew I was on his mind. I'd hear it in my sleep and wake up enough to answer him. That'd be the end of it, but I never got tired of hearing it because he'd say it so softly - no anger or fear - just softly.
That wasn't the only place though, there were others like on the phone, across a noisy room, sometimes a surprise whisper in my ear when I didn't know he was there ... anywhere was great. No one has come close to saying it like him.
I wonder if he ever thought about the way I said his ... probably not. That would fall under the "ridiculously romantic" category. But still ...
I really miss the way he said my name.
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.
vi. "I Miss ... the way he said my name" -- Justin POV
I miss the way he said my name.
We never had "terms of endearment", not unless you count "little twat" - which I didn't - but he could make my name sound like one. It sounded safe in his mouth.
Daphne offered that analogy when I told her last week that I missed it; she'd read in one of her magazines that when someone loves you your name sounds safe in that person's mouth.
I think she was just trying to make me feel better. I don't know if what I used to hear had anything to do with love, I just know that he had a way of saying it that no one else had. Of course I was the only one who heard it because she just looked at me with that look of hers that basically says "you're crazy" without actually saying the words.
I liked my name a lot more after I heard him say it a few times. I loved it when he said it in bed and not just during sex - although that was pretty hot - but late at night he'd sometimes say it. The lights were usually out so I was never really sure if he was talking in his sleep or just checking to see if I was there, either way it'd knock me out every time because I knew I was on his mind. I'd hear it in my sleep and wake up enough to answer him. That'd be the end of it, but I never got tired of hearing it because he'd say it so softly - no anger or fear - just softly.
That wasn't the only place though, there were others like on the phone, across a noisy room, sometimes a surprise whisper in my ear when I didn't know he was there ... anywhere was great. No one has come close to saying it like him.
I wonder if he ever thought about the way I said his ... probably not. That would fall under the "ridiculously romantic" category. But still ...
I really miss the way he said my name.