Fic; Of mornings and nights, and simple I love you's.
Title: Of mornings and nights, and simple I love you’s.
Author: Rae autumnrae89 (now in_ahaze @ IJ)
Rating: NC-17 (Sexual situations)
Characters/Pairings: Brian, Justin and Gus; Brian/Justin.
Warnings/Spoilers: Set two years post 5x13. While unbeta’d, I’ve proofread and checked to make sure it’s got all the correct Americanised spellings. There is also some fluff. It’s like cotton candy but won’t make you sick.
Disclaimer: CowLip/Russell T.Davies own the rights and copyright to Queer as Folk. This is a piece of non-profit fiction and has never claimed to be otherwise.
Summary: While Brian and Justin may still be apart, it won’t stop them from being together.
Author Notes: Written on the fly as I’ve been craving to write Britin!B/J for a while. I guess you could say it’s the prequel to the drabble I wrote for qaf_drabbles @ insanejournal for the challenge #136: Emmett called Of secrets and dreams.
~2,130
Wandering around Britin is something Justin still does to this day. He hasn’t spent as much time here as he’d like, and never more than a couple of days at best. So when he comes across a closed door he is pretty sure he has never seen before, he doesn’t really think anything of it.
Brian is in the kitchen eating a slice of melon with a knife, peeling the flesh away before he pops it into his mouth. He’s still naked from this morning’s welcome home fuck. Justin throws him some sweatpants. Brian wrinkles his nose, he prefers to be naked, it’s easier but Justin guesses he relents against the cold that’s seeping in due to the November gloom.
“What’s at the end of the hall?” Justin asks as he pulls out a cereal box. Brian looks at him blankly. “You know, two doors down from our room and that isn’t the media room.”
His face remains passive as he replied, “Oh yeah, the music room.”
“Music room?” Justin says with light amusement in his voice.
“Gus, he thinks he’s going to be a rockstar.” Brian’s face cracks a little, a smile playing out on his lips at the mention of his son. “I had it put in after his last visit.”
Justin falters a little bit, he was here a little after Gus but Brian never mentioned creating the music room. “He’s getting so big now.”
“Yeah you think the munchers would let him stay a little longer.” Brian’s voice tells him he’s annoying but his knowledge of Brian tells him that Brian’s hurt. Mel and Lindsay never let Gus stay more than a week with Brian and that’s only under the restriction that Justin is here for a least part of it.
“You’re getting him for some of Christmas right?” Justin asks hopeful that Lindsay had pushed Mel to agree.
“Yup.” Brian replies, standing up, taking his plate to the sink, “The 20th til the 24th.”
Justin digs his spoon into his cereal before he realises it‘s dry, he turns to the fridge when Brian rests his chin on Justin’s shoulder.
“What about you? New York for Christmas?”
Another wince. Justin had to sacrifice last Christmas with Brian last year for a surprise opening in a Christmas show a big time personal gallery. He had made $2000 but had offended Brian so badly he was still trying to get Brian to pick up at New Years.
Justin rubs Brian’s bare arm, “Nope. My mother has already told the gallery they can’t have me. Not after last year.”
“Well thank god for Mother Taylor.” Brian quips jovially but Justin knows they’ve been having lunch regularly since he left. It could be that they’re even-- friends.
“She already expects you and Gus to be at her special dinner, the 23rd, so that we can all go to Debbie’s for the 24th.” Justin slips out of Brian’s embrace long enough to get the milk and pour it into his bowl.
“Urgh, these women with their carbs.” Brian makes a face. Justin was sure Debbie was giving Brian as much pasta after 7 as she could. He was looking a little muscular than when Justin saw him last, but still slim, still Brian.
Justin laughs, “You know you love lasagna.”
Brian grumbles mostly to himself before he sought out the coffee pot, pouring two cups. He lumps lots of sugar in one before he hands it to Justin, who pours the remainder of the milk into it.
All of a sudden Justin feels very domesticated, holding the coffee Brian made for him, eating cereal in the kitchen of their house.
“Hey Brian,” Brian nodded, sipping his coffee. “Let’s fuck.”
***
Brian Kinney never needs to be told twice when to fuck. His fingers laced through Justin’s hair as his lips came down hard on Justin’s mouth, forcing his lips to part for his tongue. His knee slides between Justin’s two as they lean against each other, Justin’s ass pressing against the counter top. Brian’s hand slides down to rest on the small of his back, gentle pressure makes Justin rock against Brian, their hips grinding and cocks hardening.
Brian pushes him face down on the kitchen table while his other hand hooks around the waistband of his pants and shoves them down. Sure that Justin isn’t going to move, Brian’s hand goes to Justin’s hip, gripping it gently, his fingers ghosting down Justin‘s back. Justin managed to grab a condom and a packet of lube from the fruit bowl. Brian pressed a kiss between Justin’s shoulder blades before taking the proffered items.
“Fuck, that’s cold.” Finds it’s way out of Justin’s mouth before he even realises he’s spoken. It makes him wince just the once as Brian’s fingers stroke the soft passage of his ass but Brian knows how to spread the heat until Justin’s pushing back against him, pleading nonsense, and hiding his face in his arms.
“Justin.” Brian says hoarsely as he nudges the head of his cock at Justin’s hole. Brian wants him to look back, to see him bury himself in Justin’s body. Justin does as he’s asked, grabbing Brian’s hand, pulling him down to blanket his back as they fuck. The burn is slow acting, drawn out against Brian’s incredibly shallow thrusts, it has Justin biting his lip and reaching down to stroke himself.
“Harder.” He demands. Brian shakes his head and places an open mouth kiss against Justin’s shoulder. Justin squeezes his muscles and Brian jerks forward with a groan. “Fuck, Brian.”
This time Brian bites his shoulder and pulls his head back by his hair, a moan tearing from his throat as Brian does it. Brian picks up his thrusts, his thighs slapping against Justin’s as the table shakes under their combined weight and pressure. Justin wants to say the table might collapse, he wants to say ‘God, fuck yes, Brian!’ but his voice fails him miserably, the only sounds that pour from him are the pleasurable grunts every time Brian hits his prostate. He jerks his cock for every two of Brian’s deep thrusts and it really isn’t long before he is coming all over his hand, the table and the floor.
Brian hooks his arms under Justin’s and pulls him upright, still thrusting hard into his ass. Justin grabs the back of Brian’s neck, trying to support himself but his orgasm was too draining, Brian’s right hand presses against his belly, his come, and holds him as Brian starts and rides out his orgasm.
Justin is incoherent when Brian pulls out as gently as he can, he turns and practically flops in Brian’s arms.
“Done already Sunshine?” Brian smirks as he hauls Justin up the stairs. His ass almost feels like the first time Brian fucked him.
Justin wrinkles his nose, “No, just been awhile since I’ve been fucked practically through something.”
Brian looks thoughtful, “I never really liked that table.”
“It cost $1500!” Justin says, incredulous.
“Clearly I need to buy one for at least $2000 if I want to fuck on it.” Brian sits Justin down on the bed while he heads for the bathroom, presumably to get a wet towel.
“Brian.” Justin says in that tone he knows sounds like a whine but he can’t help it. Brian and money together are an entity Justin can’t fight. Brian comes back with a dark blue towel (finally caving on Justin’s demands for that color) and wiped him clean before pushing him down on the bed and telling him to sleep.
“It’s our home, I’ll spend money on it if I want to.” Brian says quite logically as he pets Justin’s hair, running his fingers through it, trying to neaten it up post fuck.
Justin nods and murmurs, “Well so will I.”
Brian doesn’t hear that, and is surprised when the delivery van comes a month later.
***
“Mr Kinney?” The Fed-Ex guy says as Brian opens the door, only home because he forgot a file.
Brian nods suspiciously and signs the board as unseen. That way he can send the fucking thing back. The guys move it into the spacious hallway, Brian notes it’s probably a painting of some sort from the crate it’s in. He then sees it’s from J. Taylor and knows it’s a painting.
He calls Cynthia and puts off his meeting while he hunts for the crowbar, finding it under the sink, more than likely thanks to Justin. He always puts things in the oddest of places.
Brian wedges it in and levers until it comes away enough that he can balance and pull it down himself. It’s neatly wrapped in a protector sheet, at least Justin’s anal about his art if not his wet towels. He pulls it down quickly and it surprised by what he sees. It’s Britin, nothing new there; but it’s Christmas time, it’s a portrait, it’s Brian, Justin-- and Gus.
“Fuck, Sunshine.” Brian whispers quietly. He pulls out his cell, dialing the familiar number.
“You got it then?” Justin says smugly down the line.
“Yeah, I got it.”
There’s a rustling on the other end, Brian waits and Justin replies, “I was thinking we’d hang it in the main reception room.”
Brian tries to swallow the lump that’s suddenly formed in his throat, “Sure.”
“Brian? Are you okay? You don’t, like, hate it?” Justin asks, worried.
“No, it’s good Sunshine, I just wanted to check you’re still coming home tomorrow.” Brian covers quickly.
It brightens Justin up immediately, “Definitely. We’ll fuck all of tomorrow and Gus will arrive in the morning.”
“I like how you think.” Brian admits, “So, I’ll see you at 8?”
“Yeah, see you then.” Justin sounds wistful but dutifully, Brian hangs up.
***
Lindsay is greatly impressed when she sees the painting hanging when she drops Gus off. Gus loves it, hoping that he will get the same snow that covers Britin in the painting.
“Then Daddy and Jus can make snowmen with me.” Gus says happily before taking his stuff to his room.
Gus eats two regular size slices of pizza at dinner before he doesn’t want anymore. Brian laughs, “Well if he gets to the 6 you eat, then I’ll worry.”
Justin sticks his tongue out and let’s Gus climb on his lap on the couch, stroking his dark hair softly, the same way Brian does.
Brian pulls his lips over his teeth in that way he does when he’s amused and holding something in, Justin glares at him, “What?”
“I want us to get married. No wedding or bullshit, just you and me.” Brian says quickly like tearing off a band aid.
“But we decided--”
“I know.” There’s something going on behind Brian’s eyes that he just can’t figure out.
Gus looks up at Justin sleepily, “Are you getting married like my mommies?”
Justin looks at Gus, probably with a horrified look on his face before he looks at Brian. He doesn’t seem at all uncomfortable with the comparison.
“You’re both ganging up on me, aren’t you?” Justin says with a start. Gus hugs Justin tightly and snugs against his chest, “I want you to be my daddy like Daddy.”
Brian shrugs and Justin begins a murderous pantomime that Gus can’t see and ends with Brian and his throat slit. Brian gets up and sits down in front of the two of them, pressing one kiss against Gus’ forehead and the other to Justin’s lips.
“Just think about it.”
***
Justin is getting ready for bed, or rather just taking all his clothes off while Brian is flitting around on his computer. Justin is sure he looks ridiculous trying to be serious while naked but sometimes it’s the only way to get through to Brian.
“Marriage!” Justin exclaims and Brian looks at him with his eyebrows raised.
“Marriage, Brian!” As if adding Brian’s name to the equation makes it better or worse.
Justin looks at Brian as he walks over, he stops in front Justin, completely silent. He’s twiddling something in his fingers before he grabs Justin’s hand. As soon as he’s gotten it down to the knuckle Justin realises what Brian has done, he’s slipped Justin’s wedding ring on Justin’s finger.
“I love you.” Brian says and something shifts, something inside Justin just becomes...complete.
“Fuck, Brian.” Justin whispers. It sounds a little broken but it’s not, it’s full of joy and love, full of time. Brian slips his hand into the front pocket of his jeans and pulls out an identical ring. He let’s it sit in his palm until Justin takes it up.
“I love you.” Justin smiles as he slides the ring onto Brian’s finger.
There is a little voice, down the hall, bright and happy. “Are you married yet?”
Fin.
Author: Rae autumnrae89 (now in_ahaze @ IJ)
Rating: NC-17 (Sexual situations)
Characters/Pairings: Brian, Justin and Gus; Brian/Justin.
Warnings/Spoilers: Set two years post 5x13. While unbeta’d, I’ve proofread and checked to make sure it’s got all the correct Americanised spellings. There is also some fluff. It’s like cotton candy but won’t make you sick.
Disclaimer: CowLip/Russell T.Davies own the rights and copyright to Queer as Folk. This is a piece of non-profit fiction and has never claimed to be otherwise.
Summary: While Brian and Justin may still be apart, it won’t stop them from being together.
Author Notes: Written on the fly as I’ve been craving to write Britin!B/J for a while. I guess you could say it’s the prequel to the drabble I wrote for qaf_drabbles @ insanejournal for the challenge #136: Emmett called Of secrets and dreams.
~2,130
Wandering around Britin is something Justin still does to this day. He hasn’t spent as much time here as he’d like, and never more than a couple of days at best. So when he comes across a closed door he is pretty sure he has never seen before, he doesn’t really think anything of it.
Brian is in the kitchen eating a slice of melon with a knife, peeling the flesh away before he pops it into his mouth. He’s still naked from this morning’s welcome home fuck. Justin throws him some sweatpants. Brian wrinkles his nose, he prefers to be naked, it’s easier but Justin guesses he relents against the cold that’s seeping in due to the November gloom.
“What’s at the end of the hall?” Justin asks as he pulls out a cereal box. Brian looks at him blankly. “You know, two doors down from our room and that isn’t the media room.”
His face remains passive as he replied, “Oh yeah, the music room.”
“Music room?” Justin says with light amusement in his voice.
“Gus, he thinks he’s going to be a rockstar.” Brian’s face cracks a little, a smile playing out on his lips at the mention of his son. “I had it put in after his last visit.”
Justin falters a little bit, he was here a little after Gus but Brian never mentioned creating the music room. “He’s getting so big now.”
“Yeah you think the munchers would let him stay a little longer.” Brian’s voice tells him he’s annoying but his knowledge of Brian tells him that Brian’s hurt. Mel and Lindsay never let Gus stay more than a week with Brian and that’s only under the restriction that Justin is here for a least part of it.
“You’re getting him for some of Christmas right?” Justin asks hopeful that Lindsay had pushed Mel to agree.
“Yup.” Brian replies, standing up, taking his plate to the sink, “The 20th til the 24th.”
Justin digs his spoon into his cereal before he realises it‘s dry, he turns to the fridge when Brian rests his chin on Justin’s shoulder.
“What about you? New York for Christmas?”
Another wince. Justin had to sacrifice last Christmas with Brian last year for a surprise opening in a Christmas show a big time personal gallery. He had made $2000 but had offended Brian so badly he was still trying to get Brian to pick up at New Years.
Justin rubs Brian’s bare arm, “Nope. My mother has already told the gallery they can’t have me. Not after last year.”
“Well thank god for Mother Taylor.” Brian quips jovially but Justin knows they’ve been having lunch regularly since he left. It could be that they’re even-- friends.
“She already expects you and Gus to be at her special dinner, the 23rd, so that we can all go to Debbie’s for the 24th.” Justin slips out of Brian’s embrace long enough to get the milk and pour it into his bowl.
“Urgh, these women with their carbs.” Brian makes a face. Justin was sure Debbie was giving Brian as much pasta after 7 as she could. He was looking a little muscular than when Justin saw him last, but still slim, still Brian.
Justin laughs, “You know you love lasagna.”
Brian grumbles mostly to himself before he sought out the coffee pot, pouring two cups. He lumps lots of sugar in one before he hands it to Justin, who pours the remainder of the milk into it.
All of a sudden Justin feels very domesticated, holding the coffee Brian made for him, eating cereal in the kitchen of their house.
“Hey Brian,” Brian nodded, sipping his coffee. “Let’s fuck.”
***
Brian Kinney never needs to be told twice when to fuck. His fingers laced through Justin’s hair as his lips came down hard on Justin’s mouth, forcing his lips to part for his tongue. His knee slides between Justin’s two as they lean against each other, Justin’s ass pressing against the counter top. Brian’s hand slides down to rest on the small of his back, gentle pressure makes Justin rock against Brian, their hips grinding and cocks hardening.
Brian pushes him face down on the kitchen table while his other hand hooks around the waistband of his pants and shoves them down. Sure that Justin isn’t going to move, Brian’s hand goes to Justin’s hip, gripping it gently, his fingers ghosting down Justin‘s back. Justin managed to grab a condom and a packet of lube from the fruit bowl. Brian pressed a kiss between Justin’s shoulder blades before taking the proffered items.
“Fuck, that’s cold.” Finds it’s way out of Justin’s mouth before he even realises he’s spoken. It makes him wince just the once as Brian’s fingers stroke the soft passage of his ass but Brian knows how to spread the heat until Justin’s pushing back against him, pleading nonsense, and hiding his face in his arms.
“Justin.” Brian says hoarsely as he nudges the head of his cock at Justin’s hole. Brian wants him to look back, to see him bury himself in Justin’s body. Justin does as he’s asked, grabbing Brian’s hand, pulling him down to blanket his back as they fuck. The burn is slow acting, drawn out against Brian’s incredibly shallow thrusts, it has Justin biting his lip and reaching down to stroke himself.
“Harder.” He demands. Brian shakes his head and places an open mouth kiss against Justin’s shoulder. Justin squeezes his muscles and Brian jerks forward with a groan. “Fuck, Brian.”
This time Brian bites his shoulder and pulls his head back by his hair, a moan tearing from his throat as Brian does it. Brian picks up his thrusts, his thighs slapping against Justin’s as the table shakes under their combined weight and pressure. Justin wants to say the table might collapse, he wants to say ‘God, fuck yes, Brian!’ but his voice fails him miserably, the only sounds that pour from him are the pleasurable grunts every time Brian hits his prostate. He jerks his cock for every two of Brian’s deep thrusts and it really isn’t long before he is coming all over his hand, the table and the floor.
Brian hooks his arms under Justin’s and pulls him upright, still thrusting hard into his ass. Justin grabs the back of Brian’s neck, trying to support himself but his orgasm was too draining, Brian’s right hand presses against his belly, his come, and holds him as Brian starts and rides out his orgasm.
Justin is incoherent when Brian pulls out as gently as he can, he turns and practically flops in Brian’s arms.
“Done already Sunshine?” Brian smirks as he hauls Justin up the stairs. His ass almost feels like the first time Brian fucked him.
Justin wrinkles his nose, “No, just been awhile since I’ve been fucked practically through something.”
Brian looks thoughtful, “I never really liked that table.”
“It cost $1500!” Justin says, incredulous.
“Clearly I need to buy one for at least $2000 if I want to fuck on it.” Brian sits Justin down on the bed while he heads for the bathroom, presumably to get a wet towel.
“Brian.” Justin says in that tone he knows sounds like a whine but he can’t help it. Brian and money together are an entity Justin can’t fight. Brian comes back with a dark blue towel (finally caving on Justin’s demands for that color) and wiped him clean before pushing him down on the bed and telling him to sleep.
“It’s our home, I’ll spend money on it if I want to.” Brian says quite logically as he pets Justin’s hair, running his fingers through it, trying to neaten it up post fuck.
Justin nods and murmurs, “Well so will I.”
Brian doesn’t hear that, and is surprised when the delivery van comes a month later.
***
“Mr Kinney?” The Fed-Ex guy says as Brian opens the door, only home because he forgot a file.
Brian nods suspiciously and signs the board as unseen. That way he can send the fucking thing back. The guys move it into the spacious hallway, Brian notes it’s probably a painting of some sort from the crate it’s in. He then sees it’s from J. Taylor and knows it’s a painting.
He calls Cynthia and puts off his meeting while he hunts for the crowbar, finding it under the sink, more than likely thanks to Justin. He always puts things in the oddest of places.
Brian wedges it in and levers until it comes away enough that he can balance and pull it down himself. It’s neatly wrapped in a protector sheet, at least Justin’s anal about his art if not his wet towels. He pulls it down quickly and it surprised by what he sees. It’s Britin, nothing new there; but it’s Christmas time, it’s a portrait, it’s Brian, Justin-- and Gus.
“Fuck, Sunshine.” Brian whispers quietly. He pulls out his cell, dialing the familiar number.
“You got it then?” Justin says smugly down the line.
“Yeah, I got it.”
There’s a rustling on the other end, Brian waits and Justin replies, “I was thinking we’d hang it in the main reception room.”
Brian tries to swallow the lump that’s suddenly formed in his throat, “Sure.”
“Brian? Are you okay? You don’t, like, hate it?” Justin asks, worried.
“No, it’s good Sunshine, I just wanted to check you’re still coming home tomorrow.” Brian covers quickly.
It brightens Justin up immediately, “Definitely. We’ll fuck all of tomorrow and Gus will arrive in the morning.”
“I like how you think.” Brian admits, “So, I’ll see you at 8?”
“Yeah, see you then.” Justin sounds wistful but dutifully, Brian hangs up.
***
Lindsay is greatly impressed when she sees the painting hanging when she drops Gus off. Gus loves it, hoping that he will get the same snow that covers Britin in the painting.
“Then Daddy and Jus can make snowmen with me.” Gus says happily before taking his stuff to his room.
Gus eats two regular size slices of pizza at dinner before he doesn’t want anymore. Brian laughs, “Well if he gets to the 6 you eat, then I’ll worry.”
Justin sticks his tongue out and let’s Gus climb on his lap on the couch, stroking his dark hair softly, the same way Brian does.
Brian pulls his lips over his teeth in that way he does when he’s amused and holding something in, Justin glares at him, “What?”
“I want us to get married. No wedding or bullshit, just you and me.” Brian says quickly like tearing off a band aid.
“But we decided--”
“I know.” There’s something going on behind Brian’s eyes that he just can’t figure out.
Gus looks up at Justin sleepily, “Are you getting married like my mommies?”
Justin looks at Gus, probably with a horrified look on his face before he looks at Brian. He doesn’t seem at all uncomfortable with the comparison.
“You’re both ganging up on me, aren’t you?” Justin says with a start. Gus hugs Justin tightly and snugs against his chest, “I want you to be my daddy like Daddy.”
Brian shrugs and Justin begins a murderous pantomime that Gus can’t see and ends with Brian and his throat slit. Brian gets up and sits down in front of the two of them, pressing one kiss against Gus’ forehead and the other to Justin’s lips.
“Just think about it.”
***
Justin is getting ready for bed, or rather just taking all his clothes off while Brian is flitting around on his computer. Justin is sure he looks ridiculous trying to be serious while naked but sometimes it’s the only way to get through to Brian.
“Marriage!” Justin exclaims and Brian looks at him with his eyebrows raised.
“Marriage, Brian!” As if adding Brian’s name to the equation makes it better or worse.
Justin looks at Brian as he walks over, he stops in front Justin, completely silent. He’s twiddling something in his fingers before he grabs Justin’s hand. As soon as he’s gotten it down to the knuckle Justin realises what Brian has done, he’s slipped Justin’s wedding ring on Justin’s finger.
“I love you.” Brian says and something shifts, something inside Justin just becomes...complete.
“Fuck, Brian.” Justin whispers. It sounds a little broken but it’s not, it’s full of joy and love, full of time. Brian slips his hand into the front pocket of his jeans and pulls out an identical ring. He let’s it sit in his palm until Justin takes it up.
“I love you.” Justin smiles as he slides the ring onto Brian’s finger.
There is a little voice, down the hall, bright and happy. “Are you married yet?”
Fin.