"WHEN YOU'RE 80"
TITLE: ”WHEN YOU'RE 80”
AUTHOR: doppelgangerqaf
BETAED BY: bigj52 (Thank you so much for everything! You rock!)
ICON BY: furriboots
TIMELINE: 7 years Post-513.
WORD COUNT: 944 words.
WARNING: R.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
SYNOPSIS: Brian was out celebrating his 40th...
A/N: This ficlet was inspired by you-know-who's 40th :O) sexy_pumpkin requested I'd write something for Galey's birthday. Here's to the man who turned 40 and still look amazingly hot! Sexy, I hope you'll like it!
Also written for my table in fanfic100 for Prompt #91: Birthday.; and also for my table in 25fluffyfics, Prompt #15: Birthday. This was a lot of fun to write... Love is always appreciated!
Enjoy!
Cap by the awesome callie89.
“WHEN YOU‘RE 80”
By Doppelganger
“Here’s to old age, wrinkles and possible erectile dysfunction,” Brian manages to mumble before passing out face down on the bed. An empty bottle of beer falls from Brian’s limp hand and rolls by Justin’s feet.
The following morning Brian’s awakened by quick movements in the bedroom. The sudden brightness does not escape his closed eyes; Justin has pulled the curtains off the windows.
Brian tightly closes his eyes.
“Brian, here,” Justin speaks; he stands next to the bed, towering over Brian.
Brian refuses to open his eyes as his head throbs whenever he tries but he knows Justin will not leave him alone even if he feigns sleep. He rubs his aching head and forcefully opens his eyelids; as he does so, Justin hands him a huge glass of green goop. Brian recognizes it as Justin’s alcoholic grandmother’s recipe for hangover.
Appetizing. Brian would‘ve said out loud if only his head didn’t feel like splitting in two at the slightest noise.
“How’s the head?” Justin’s voice lacks concern.
“Terrible.”
“Hmmm,” Justin nods, “Out late partying last night, huh?”
At least Brian was home before three in the morning. Brian always is wherever Brian goes, except of course during business trips.
“Celebrating my birthday,” Brian catches the stench of the supposedly effective but obviously toxic drink that Justin’s still holding out to him; he tries his best not to gag.
“Your birthday?” Justin places his free hand on his hip and raises an eyebrow, “Brian, your birthday’s not until next month.”
Brian winces and replies bitterly, “Well, I already celebrated it so no one has to when it comes,” and then places a pillow over his head.
Drama Queen, Justin sighs and rolls his eyes.
“Yeah well, you can only be so lucky,” Justin says unenthusiastically and sits next to Brian; balancing the drink in one hand and pulling the pillow away from the brunet with the other. “Turning forty is such a big deal,” Justin teases.
“’uck off!” Brian mumbles.
This time Justin chuckles but knows the sensitivity of the subject and realises how seriously his husband takes this issue. Justin is also aware that Brian, although a strong and confident man, needs reassurance; not so much how Brian really looks now compared to ten years ago but emotionally. Brian has built his confidence, his own ideals and beliefs by himself. Brian lacked what any normal young child had growing up. Brian not being vocal about these deep-seated issues doesn‘t mean they‘re not there. Deep within him. And Justin gives Brian that -- the assurance that no matter what; no matter how bad things get, Justin is always going to be there whether he's in New York, or California-- he will be there for Brian. And Justin knows it works both ways.
“Erectile dysfunction, Brian?” Justin snorts and places the glass of potent goo on the night table; he decides a little nuzzling will make everything alright. Justin knows this because he’s been doing it for years.
“Wha....?” Brian finally raises the pillow from his head to look at Justin only to hide underneath it again when he remembers his words from last night; he groans.
Justin runs his hand over Brian’s crotch and feels the latter’s bulging member, “I don’t think you’ll ever have a problem in that department.”
More groans but this time Brian tosses the pillow on the floor and lies on his back; Justin straddles him.
Justin leans in closer to Brian; his hand brushes away the soft, dark locks resting on the darker man‘s forehead, “Brian Kinney, you still look amazing at forty,” then nuzzles Brian’s neck.
Brian rolls his eyes but feels his cock twitch under the duvet. He realizes he’s naked; Justin stripped him of his clothing last night. He stares and reaches for Justin’s face.
“I’m as good as dead,” Brian’s voice fades away, he doesn’t even remember he’s got a headache.
Justin presses his crotch against Brian’s rock-hard cock and grins, “Right now you’re not.”
Brian places a hand on his face.
Little, wet kisses shower Brian’s cheek and chin.
“What are you doing?”
“Kissing,” Justin whispers.
“Hhhmmm.”
“Making you happy,” Justin continues. Now his lips cover Brian’s.
“Right.”
“Happiness is known to slow down aging.”
Brian once again groans.
“It’ll happen,” Justin kisses Brian’s eyes; Brian’s ears, “But it’ll be okay.”
Brian opens his mouth to protest but Justin quickly gives him a kiss.
“And when it does,” Justin breathes next to Brian’s mouth, “I’d still be here. I love you. And when you’re eighty, I’d still love you. I just hope you’d still feel the same when I’m eighty,” Justin smiles.
Breathing deeply, Brian fights a smile but loses. He brings his hand around Justin’s neck and pulls the blond closer to his face.
Brian doesn’t need to say anything.
Nothing.
For Justin already said it.
How it is.
How it would be.
Justin pointed out what matters most.
To him.
To both of them.
Brian swallows before gently rubbing his lips on Justin’s lips. He takes his time; he waits for Justin to welcome his tongue; his kisses.
He waits for Justin to want him; need him…
Like Justin always does.
More teasing and finally Justin’s mouth parts; Brian dives in and feels himself getting lost in Justin…
Deep.
Like the night he first kissed Justin.
Deeper.
Like the night he confessed his love for Justin.
Deeper…
And deeper…
Then Brian realizes something--
“When you’re eighty, I’ll be fucking ninety two!” Brian frowns, “Who’d want to be fucking ninety two?!”
Justin rolls his eyes and pulls the duvet off Brian‘s naked body and says, “Oh shut up and just fuck me!”
-FIN-
AUTHOR: doppelgangerqaf
BETAED BY: bigj52 (Thank you so much for everything! You rock!)
ICON BY: furriboots
TIMELINE: 7 years Post-513.
WORD COUNT: 944 words.
WARNING: R.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
SYNOPSIS: Brian was out celebrating his 40th...
A/N: This ficlet was inspired by you-know-who's 40th :O) sexy_pumpkin requested I'd write something for Galey's birthday. Here's to the man who turned 40 and still look amazingly hot! Sexy, I hope you'll like it!
Also written for my table in fanfic100 for Prompt #91: Birthday.; and also for my table in 25fluffyfics, Prompt #15: Birthday. This was a lot of fun to write... Love is always appreciated!
Enjoy!
Cap by the awesome callie89.
“WHEN YOU‘RE 80”
By Doppelganger
“Here’s to old age, wrinkles and possible erectile dysfunction,” Brian manages to mumble before passing out face down on the bed. An empty bottle of beer falls from Brian’s limp hand and rolls by Justin’s feet.
The following morning Brian’s awakened by quick movements in the bedroom. The sudden brightness does not escape his closed eyes; Justin has pulled the curtains off the windows.
Brian tightly closes his eyes.
“Brian, here,” Justin speaks; he stands next to the bed, towering over Brian.
Brian refuses to open his eyes as his head throbs whenever he tries but he knows Justin will not leave him alone even if he feigns sleep. He rubs his aching head and forcefully opens his eyelids; as he does so, Justin hands him a huge glass of green goop. Brian recognizes it as Justin’s alcoholic grandmother’s recipe for hangover.
Appetizing. Brian would‘ve said out loud if only his head didn’t feel like splitting in two at the slightest noise.
“How’s the head?” Justin’s voice lacks concern.
“Terrible.”
“Hmmm,” Justin nods, “Out late partying last night, huh?”
At least Brian was home before three in the morning. Brian always is wherever Brian goes, except of course during business trips.
“Celebrating my birthday,” Brian catches the stench of the supposedly effective but obviously toxic drink that Justin’s still holding out to him; he tries his best not to gag.
“Your birthday?” Justin places his free hand on his hip and raises an eyebrow, “Brian, your birthday’s not until next month.”
Brian winces and replies bitterly, “Well, I already celebrated it so no one has to when it comes,” and then places a pillow over his head.
Drama Queen, Justin sighs and rolls his eyes.
“Yeah well, you can only be so lucky,” Justin says unenthusiastically and sits next to Brian; balancing the drink in one hand and pulling the pillow away from the brunet with the other. “Turning forty is such a big deal,” Justin teases.
“’uck off!” Brian mumbles.
This time Justin chuckles but knows the sensitivity of the subject and realises how seriously his husband takes this issue. Justin is also aware that Brian, although a strong and confident man, needs reassurance; not so much how Brian really looks now compared to ten years ago but emotionally. Brian has built his confidence, his own ideals and beliefs by himself. Brian lacked what any normal young child had growing up. Brian not being vocal about these deep-seated issues doesn‘t mean they‘re not there. Deep within him. And Justin gives Brian that -- the assurance that no matter what; no matter how bad things get, Justin is always going to be there whether he's in New York, or California-- he will be there for Brian. And Justin knows it works both ways.
“Erectile dysfunction, Brian?” Justin snorts and places the glass of potent goo on the night table; he decides a little nuzzling will make everything alright. Justin knows this because he’s been doing it for years.
“Wha....?” Brian finally raises the pillow from his head to look at Justin only to hide underneath it again when he remembers his words from last night; he groans.
Justin runs his hand over Brian’s crotch and feels the latter’s bulging member, “I don’t think you’ll ever have a problem in that department.”
More groans but this time Brian tosses the pillow on the floor and lies on his back; Justin straddles him.
Justin leans in closer to Brian; his hand brushes away the soft, dark locks resting on the darker man‘s forehead, “Brian Kinney, you still look amazing at forty,” then nuzzles Brian’s neck.
Brian rolls his eyes but feels his cock twitch under the duvet. He realizes he’s naked; Justin stripped him of his clothing last night. He stares and reaches for Justin’s face.
“I’m as good as dead,” Brian’s voice fades away, he doesn’t even remember he’s got a headache.
Justin presses his crotch against Brian’s rock-hard cock and grins, “Right now you’re not.”
Brian places a hand on his face.
Little, wet kisses shower Brian’s cheek and chin.
“What are you doing?”
“Kissing,” Justin whispers.
“Hhhmmm.”
“Making you happy,” Justin continues. Now his lips cover Brian’s.
“Right.”
“Happiness is known to slow down aging.”
Brian once again groans.
“It’ll happen,” Justin kisses Brian’s eyes; Brian’s ears, “But it’ll be okay.”
Brian opens his mouth to protest but Justin quickly gives him a kiss.
“And when it does,” Justin breathes next to Brian’s mouth, “I’d still be here. I love you. And when you’re eighty, I’d still love you. I just hope you’d still feel the same when I’m eighty,” Justin smiles.
Breathing deeply, Brian fights a smile but loses. He brings his hand around Justin’s neck and pulls the blond closer to his face.
Brian doesn’t need to say anything.
Nothing.
For Justin already said it.
How it is.
How it would be.
Justin pointed out what matters most.
To him.
To both of them.
Brian swallows before gently rubbing his lips on Justin’s lips. He takes his time; he waits for Justin to welcome his tongue; his kisses.
He waits for Justin to want him; need him…
Like Justin always does.
More teasing and finally Justin’s mouth parts; Brian dives in and feels himself getting lost in Justin…
Deep.
Like the night he first kissed Justin.
Deeper.
Like the night he confessed his love for Justin.
Deeper…
And deeper…
Then Brian realizes something--
“When you’re eighty, I’ll be fucking ninety two!” Brian frowns, “Who’d want to be fucking ninety two?!”
Justin rolls his eyes and pulls the duvet off Brian‘s naked body and says, “Oh shut up and just fuck me!”
-FIN-