QAF Fanfic Update -- Coming Out Of The Dark part 2
Title: COMING OUT OF THE DARK - Part 2
Author : May and Stacy (crazy4qaf & my_alexander)
Disclaimer: All characters and situations from Queer as Folk are properties of Russell T. Davies, Ron Cowen and Daniel Lipman, Showtime, and others. No copyright infringement is intended.
Rating: R for language/NC-17
Timeline: Future (post 513)
Summary: Five and a half years ago, things in his life were completely different. He would just be Brian fucking Kinney, the asshole. Brian fucking Kinney, the heartless shit. Or Brian fucking Kinney, a man who bangs his own drum, and while at it, manages to bang every damn man in Pittsburgh.
A/N : To everyone that read this before, I want to say how sorry I am that it was so long from my last update. The problem is, RL was a complete bitch to me and though I have this written from the beginning to end, I simply didn't have the time to edit it all and post. So if you guys like, don`t hesitate to leave some feedback. It would be the coolest thing ever and I plan to post the rest of the story now more regularly (at least once a week). Much love to my good friend
my_alexander, who wrote this with me a while ago and whom I miss like hell. :)
Prologue ; Chapter One
CHAPTER TWO
Two weeks later and one week before Christmas
They had been seeing each other pretty steadily for the last two weeks. No out loud promises had been spoken as of yet. Almost as if both were afraid if one of them actually said something, that some force of nature would rip them apart yet again like it always did.
“Shit...what thoughts...” muttered Justin, as he dropped his brush into the paint and really looked at the painting that sat in front of him.
Finally, he could stop and rest. His last five paintings were finished. He knew that coming home would be exactly what he needed to get himself back on track. He had been painting non-stop for the last forty eight hours, but the hermit status he adopted seemingly paid off. He was finally done. Also, it was now that his stomach took the time to remind him that during the painting brainstorm, he’d pretty much ate nothing. He grabbed his jacket of the chair and headed out, leaving the result of his temporary self-isolation behind. There was still leftover paint on his clothes and a smidge of the damn thing on his cheek, but he simply didn’t care. He was suddenly fucking starving. Just as he rounded the corner to his building, the familiar green corvette pulled in front of the building. And as if fate would have it, Brian and Justin missed each other by mere seconds. Putting his car in park, Brian climbed out, searching through the pockets of his jacket for the keys to Justin's place. He inhaled and exhaled, trying to push the nervousness that he wouldn't ever admit he felt, out of this body, his breath a lump of fog leaving into the atmosphere.
“Jesus Sunshine, you need to move out of this fucking place...” Brian sighed, a scowl on his face. He didn’t like this part of town and he really didn’t like the hell hole that Justin was living in, but if this is what it took for the artiste to find his muse, so be it.
Meandering his way up the stairs, he lifted his hand to knock, but instead decided to let himself in. The blond was no where to be found, but that didn’t stop Brian from walking further inside. A smile of pure pride crossed his handsome features, as he noticed the last five Justin Taylor originals sitting out to dry.
“My little Picasso,” he murmured softly, his fingers stopping an inch from one of Justin's paintings.
Each canvas received a glowing appraisal from hazel eyes. He always knew his boy was talented, but there were times like now that Justin really out did himself. As he kept looking, he came across something familiar. He fought to keep the chuckle inside. There, on the canvas, almost mocking him was his damn eyeball. Of all things.... Shaking his head, he came upon several more paintings, each of a particular body part that he knew perfectly. They were all of him. At that precise moment, his heart strings felt that all too familiar tug. His Sunshine had been just as lost without him.
Half way to the deli, Justin realized that he forgot his wallet and hurried back before reaching the store. Surprised to see Brian’s car sitting out front but still secretly pleased, he headed upstairs. In the doorway, the blond now stood transfixed and watched while the emotions played across Brian’s face as he studied each painting.
“Brian...” he murmured lovingly, seeing the warmth flood across his lover's features.
Brian whirled around with an expression on his face akin to a kid that had just gotten caught by his mother with his hand in the cookie jar. And then, he smiled.
“Hey. Just admiring your work.”
“And…?”
“What? Still looking for my approval?”
“Fuck no. I know it’s good. Some of my best work in fact,” stated Justin with a smile tugging at his lips.
“And still so modest. It seems your master taught you well,” teased Brian, as he stepped away from the art work and walked towards his lover.
“Careful. You’ll get paint on you,” murmured the blond, as he was pulled into a warm embrace.
“Mhmm…like I give a shit about that...” whispered Brian. So many emotions were playing inside of him right now. His cheek pressed against the top of Justin’s head, as he held the blond close.
“Listen, I was thinking…”
“That’s never a good sign.”
“Shut up, twat.”
He gave Justin an extra squeeze still holding him close, his lungs full of sweet Justin scent.
“It’s obvious we’re a lot better together than we are apart, so maybe we should just fucking get married already.”
A shocked Justin pulled back from the embrace. Blue eyes studied the handsome features of the man in front of him. Searching for any sign that Brian was joking, but he failed to find any.
“How romantic.”
“Hmm…and romance has done so well by us in the past,” replied Brian with a roll of his eyes..
“So…just like that?”
“Mhmm..”And the discussion about it was closed once and for all, just like that, as they disappeared inside the bedroom, a trail of clothes left behind them on the floor.
***
A day before New Year's Eve
Brian couldn’t shake that giddy feeling he used to assume that kids got just before Christmas. His Christmases never were what all other kids had. What Justin most likely had once upon a time. Still nonetheless, the Christmas this year has already come and gone and his mood didn’t change one bit. Few minutes earlier he spoke to Justin on the cell, the two of them acting like hardcore teenagers, as he walked through the corridors of Winnetka. Shit. They have actually done it. No one knew about it yet and in some wicked kind of way, it was even more exciting keeping it under wraps for the time being. Plus, family interference has never done them any favors before either. Of course, Justin would tell Jen, because she was his mother and Brian was more than fine with that. The truth was, he kinda liked Jen. She was really something and Brian was grateful that Justin had someone like her for a mother. Small blessings and all. But everyone else would simply have to wait for now.
Scribbling the last remaining lines on the papers for the couples benefits, he finally put his autograph on the dotted line and went to drop it off on Ted’s desk. He would put it all through the system. As he was nearing Ted’s office, he glanced at the clock on the wall. 9:35 PM. Well, if he is done with this, he could be back home with Justin in 20 minutes tops. And just the thought of it put a grin on his face, as he unconsciously twirled the platinum band on his ring finger. Carefully, he pushed the office door open and walked to the desk, ready to drop the papers on the surface. And then, he realized something. There was light already on in there. And he wasn't the one who turned it on. Just as his mind connected the last two dots, Ted walked inside the office. But right now was already too late to pick up the papers and disappear. He would just have to bear it.
"Ted, what are you doing here so late? Wouldn’t your wife be disappointed that you're already missing family dinners?"
He tried to play his way out of Ted actually reading the papers any time soon, but fate just wouldn’t play his game tonight. Before he could grab them without Ted actually seeing, Ted had them already in his hands, skimming it through. And that was when it happened. All Brian could do at this point was just suffer through it.
"Oh, my God, WHAT?????" Brian decided that playing stupid might be his saving grace.
"What the fuck is your problem, Schmidt? Did I spell something wrong?" An attack was usually the best possible defense.
But somehow, the image of Ted almost choking on the coffee he was guzzling like water when he came in, was even funnier than he could ever imagine.
"Justin Taylor - KINNEY???" Ted screamed, once he coughed up the last drop of coffee he had in his body. Brian simply smirked without a word, displaying the ring on his finger, as he crossed his arms still standing there casually.
"Oh my fucking Christ, you did it! You fucking did it! Oh, shit. Wait till I tell this to Deb and the rest of the group. You will be SO dead, you won’t even realize when it hits you."
But neither Brian nor Ted could wipe that ever present grin off their faces. This was still the best thing that could’ve happened.
"Theodore, this stays between us for now, you understand? When Justin and I are ready, we will tell them ourselves, but if anyone gets even a peep of this, I'll know it was you who spilled the beans. And I will fucking cut your balls off, ok?"
Knowing just how serious Brian must be by using the balls threat, considering what he had been through close to two years ago. Ted just nodded his head.
"Ok, ok, I'll tell no one. But you better tell them soon, because I don't think I could survive Deb's questions, if she starts to suspect anything. You know how she gets. For Christ sake, that woman is better than CIA and FBI put together. Merciless like a bulldog. Actually, if I may say so, she reminds me a little of...uh, Justin." Ted swallowed hard, waiting for Brian's reaction to his statement.
Brian shook his head at that, smirk still alive and well on that beautiful place of his.
"Schmidt, I would be careful about comments like that. You are, after all, talking about my husband here."
“Oh my God. A husband. That word coming out of your mouth is seriously going to take some getting use too.”
“Mmm…” Brian nodded his head “Yeah, suppose so, but it was your bright idea,” and that was as close as Brian would ever get to admitting Ted had been right that night at Britin.
And Ted acknowledged it with a simple smile.
“I can only imagine Deb’s reaction. She’s probably going to ask me if I knocked up Sunshine.”
The two men shared a laugh and oddly enough, it wasn’t so strange that Ted was the one that found out about this first. After all, in the months that Brian and Justin had been apart, Ted was the only one that actually encouraged Brian in his own Ted-like way to go after what he wanted, while everyone else seemed to be content with Brian reverting back to his old ways. Extending his hand to shake Ted’s, the older man extended his as well. Brian gave it a strong squeeze.
“Remember Theodore, not a word or you’ll be know as the balless wonder of Liberty Avenue and your wife will suddenly take over the reigns as husband.”
Ted nodded profusely, “Right Brian. Whatever you say, Brian.” his only response to Brian's threats. With those final words, they both left for home, each looking forward to seeing their respective blonds.
TBC...
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