QaF: Nightmare
Title: Nightmare
Author: Tena
Fandom: QaF
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Warning: Hang in there, I always have happy endings.
Word Count: 662
Written for tamingthemuse prompt #136 Rejected
Summary: Justin gets rejected.
“Get the fuck out! I told you I don’t do boyfriends. I don’t believe in love; I believe in fucking. That’s all you were, just a fuck, and it won’t happen ever again.” Brian’s eyes were cold and cruel as he turned away and walked back into his building.
Justin couldn’t move for a long time. He just stood there and watched Brian walk into the building, still staring even when he could no longer see the man who had rejected him so cruelly. Finally, Justin got in the car and drove away. After all this time and all they had been through, how could Brian just walk away?
Without thinking he drove to Britin. Walking in the house was strange. It felt cold and unwelcoming, that had never happened before. Since the day Brian brought him here and convinced him to marry him, the house had come alive and felt like home. Together they had made it theirs, decorating it with both their tastes. Justin walked from room to room, his fingers lingering over objects that were special to him, to them; at least he had thought so.
In the master bedroom, Justin finally broke down. He sat on the floor at the foot of the bed and cried. What happened? Why was Brian at the loft, and who was the guy there with him? Brian had been working a lot of late nights and he would call Justin and tell him he was staying in town. Justin didn’t think anything of it; he was just glad Brian was not out on the roads late at night. He had even surprised Brian by showing up at the loft and staying with Brian there. Things seemed fine. What had Justin missed?
He pulled out his cell and dialed Brian’s. It went straight to voice mail. “Brian…I…what happened…I don’t underst…I love you.” Justin didn’t know what to say. He was hurt, confused, pissed off. It was all too much; he couldn’t go on without Brian. All he could see was Brian pounding into some faceless guy’s ass. Everything went black.
“Nooooo!” Justin screamed, bolting up in bed.
Brian jumped up and grabbed Justin, holding him close. Justin was sweating and shaking. Brian’s heart broke when he saw the fear in his eyes. “Sunshine, what’s wrong?” Brian tightened his embrace and whispered comforting words. “I’ve got you. You’re safe, Justin. I’m here.” He was worried. Justin hadn’t had a nightmare in years.
Justin began to realize it had all been a very bad dream. Brian’s words and his gentle hands on his back and in his hair helped to calm him. “Fuck,” he whispered, burying his face in Brian’s neck.
“That was some nightmare,” Brian said.
Justin shook his head. “You have no idea.”
Brian lay back down, pulling Justin with him and held him close. He gently stroked Justin’s back and kissed his brow. “Want to tell me about it?” Justin shook his head. “What can I do to help?”
“This is helping,” Justin said and buried himself closer to Brian.
Brian smiled. “What about this?” he said and ran his hand down Justin’s back and cupped his ass.
“That’s good too.” Justin grinned more.
Letting his fingers delve between Justin’s cheeks and across his hole, Brian asked. “And, what about this?”
“That is definitely helping.” Justin pressed against Brian’s fingers.
“What about this?” Brian slipped a finger inside.
Moaning, Justin lifted his leg and draped it across Brian’s hip, opening himself up for more. “Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “Fuck me, Brian.”
Rolling them, Brian slipped easily into his husband. Together they moved, skin slick, breath heated, voices quietly crying out their passion.
As sleep threatened to take them, Brian whispered, “Better?”
“As long as I have you I am.”
“Then you and I have an incredible future, because I’m not going anywhere.”
“Thank you. I love you, Brian.”
“Right back atcha, Sunshine.”
Justin slept peacefully with only good dreams from then on.
The End
by phyncke @ enchantedrealms
Author: Tena
Fandom: QaF
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Warning: Hang in there, I always have happy endings.
Word Count: 662
Written for tamingthemuse prompt #136 Rejected
Summary: Justin gets rejected.
“Get the fuck out! I told you I don’t do boyfriends. I don’t believe in love; I believe in fucking. That’s all you were, just a fuck, and it won’t happen ever again.” Brian’s eyes were cold and cruel as he turned away and walked back into his building.
Justin couldn’t move for a long time. He just stood there and watched Brian walk into the building, still staring even when he could no longer see the man who had rejected him so cruelly. Finally, Justin got in the car and drove away. After all this time and all they had been through, how could Brian just walk away?
Without thinking he drove to Britin. Walking in the house was strange. It felt cold and unwelcoming, that had never happened before. Since the day Brian brought him here and convinced him to marry him, the house had come alive and felt like home. Together they had made it theirs, decorating it with both their tastes. Justin walked from room to room, his fingers lingering over objects that were special to him, to them; at least he had thought so.
In the master bedroom, Justin finally broke down. He sat on the floor at the foot of the bed and cried. What happened? Why was Brian at the loft, and who was the guy there with him? Brian had been working a lot of late nights and he would call Justin and tell him he was staying in town. Justin didn’t think anything of it; he was just glad Brian was not out on the roads late at night. He had even surprised Brian by showing up at the loft and staying with Brian there. Things seemed fine. What had Justin missed?
He pulled out his cell and dialed Brian’s. It went straight to voice mail. “Brian…I…what happened…I don’t underst…I love you.” Justin didn’t know what to say. He was hurt, confused, pissed off. It was all too much; he couldn’t go on without Brian. All he could see was Brian pounding into some faceless guy’s ass. Everything went black.
“Nooooo!” Justin screamed, bolting up in bed.
Brian jumped up and grabbed Justin, holding him close. Justin was sweating and shaking. Brian’s heart broke when he saw the fear in his eyes. “Sunshine, what’s wrong?” Brian tightened his embrace and whispered comforting words. “I’ve got you. You’re safe, Justin. I’m here.” He was worried. Justin hadn’t had a nightmare in years.
Justin began to realize it had all been a very bad dream. Brian’s words and his gentle hands on his back and in his hair helped to calm him. “Fuck,” he whispered, burying his face in Brian’s neck.
“That was some nightmare,” Brian said.
Justin shook his head. “You have no idea.”
Brian lay back down, pulling Justin with him and held him close. He gently stroked Justin’s back and kissed his brow. “Want to tell me about it?” Justin shook his head. “What can I do to help?”
“This is helping,” Justin said and buried himself closer to Brian.
Brian smiled. “What about this?” he said and ran his hand down Justin’s back and cupped his ass.
“That’s good too.” Justin grinned more.
Letting his fingers delve between Justin’s cheeks and across his hole, Brian asked. “And, what about this?”
“That is definitely helping.” Justin pressed against Brian’s fingers.
“What about this?” Brian slipped a finger inside.
Moaning, Justin lifted his leg and draped it across Brian’s hip, opening himself up for more. “Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “Fuck me, Brian.”
Rolling them, Brian slipped easily into his husband. Together they moved, skin slick, breath heated, voices quietly crying out their passion.
As sleep threatened to take them, Brian whispered, “Better?”
“As long as I have you I am.”
“Then you and I have an incredible future, because I’m not going anywhere.”
“Thank you. I love you, Brian.”
“Right back atcha, Sunshine.”
Justin slept peacefully with only good dreams from then on.
The End
by phyncke @ enchantedrealms