QaF: Justin's Proposal
Title: Justin’s Proposal
Author: Tena
Fandom: QaF
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: R
Beta: No, all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of QaF
Warning: None
Summary: Justin decides it’s time.
Justin’s plan had been three months in the making and it took Daphne, his mom and Emmett to help him get it all done. He had arrived in Pittsburgh on Friday, snuck into the loft while Brian was at work and made it back to his hotel room just in time for their Friday night phone sex call. Talking softly after their orgasms, Justin put his plan into action.
“Brian, I’m ready to come home,” he said knowing what Brian’s reaction would be, but was shocked by what he heard.
“Okay, come home.” Brian was met with silence from the other end and grinned. He knew that was not what Justin was expecting to hear. “You still there? Changed your mind already, Sunshine?”
“No…no, I just thought I’d get an argument from you.”
“Look, you’ve done what you needed to do. You’ve had some really successful shows, gotten your name known in the right circles, hired an agent and made some money. New York has served its purpose. Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready for you to come home.” He could practically see Justin’s smile through the phone. “Besides, I wouldn’t particularly mind waking up with you in my arms each morning and having my dick in your ass each night.” He laughed. “These phone calls are great but nothing beats the real thing.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Sunshine.”
Saturday morning Brian woke up feeling better than he had in a while. Justin was coming home. They hadn’t worked out the details, but it was happening. The buzzer sounded from the front door and he headed to the intercom. “Yeah?”
“I have a delivery for Brian Kinney.”
“Come on up.” Brian buzzed them in.
After turning down the delivery guy’s sexual advances, it still surprised him how easy that came to him now; Brian opened the large brown envelope with Justin’s writing on it. Inside was a sketch of Britin and a note.
Brian,
Please meet me at Carmelo’s tonight at 7pm.
Don’t ask questions and do not try to call me. I won’t answer my phone.
I love you,
J
Brian smirked. So the little twat’s in town. “Okay, I’ll play along, Sunshine,” Brian said and went to his closet to decide what to wear.
At seven sharp Brian walked into Carmelo’s and was greeted by the hostess. “Right this way, Mr. Kinney.” Brian followed her, noticing there were no other patrons in the restaurant.
“Kind of quiet for a Saturday night,” Brian stated.
The hostess smiled. “The restaurant has been reserved for a private party tonight.” She stopped at a round table with a floor length tablecloth and pulled it out slightly so Brian could scoot around the seat. The table had a scattering of red rose petals around a beautiful candle arrangement. A man in a server’s apron came to the table. “This is Marcus; he’ll be your server for the evening. Enjoy your meal, Mr. Kinney.”
“Good evening, Mr. Kinney. Mr. Taylor has picked an excellent wine for you.” He showed Brian the bottle and he recognized it as one they had tried and loved, in New York on his last trip there.
Brian nodded and took the sample poured for him to try. “Excellent.” He said and the waiter poured his glass full. “Mr. Taylor has very good taste.”
“Yes, he does,” Marcus arched an eyebrow and smiled. “I’ll return as soon as Mr. Taylor arrives.” He set the bottle on the table.
Brian wondered where Justin was as he looked around the restaurant. It was a little eerie with no one else in the place, although he could hear and smell things being cooked in the kitchen.
A moment later, Brian was taking a sip of wine and he almost choked when he felt hands run up his thighs. Looking at his lap, he froze but quickly realized Mr. Taylor was already there when Justin’s familiar hands caressed his crotch and unzipped his slacks.
“Holy shit, Sunshine,” Brian said and scooted down in the seat when Justin tugged him lower. Justin opened his pants and began to stroke his very hard cock. Breathing warm air on his erection, Justin deep throated Brian, whose head slowly fell back.
Justin had to remind himself to focus, but he couldn’t help but grin around the cock he knew better than his own. His Brian…his love…his partner…they would finally be together in every way, in the same city and under the same roof.
Moans, writhing and hands gripping his hair sharpened Justin’s focus and he began working Brian’s cock in earnest. The familiar shiver and then tightening of Brian’s body signaled his orgasm and as the fluid filled Justin’s mouth, he eagerly swallowed it all.
Brian could feel Justin adjusting his clothing and he bent sideways, lifting the tablecloth. He was met by Justin’s sunshine smile and mischievous twinkle in his beautiful blue eyes.
“Whatcha doing down there, Sunshine?”
“Um, just having my appetizer.” Justin grinned and licked his lips.
Smiling brighter than he had in months, Brian pulled Justin up in the booth. “Welcome home,” he said and kissed Justin until they were both dizzy.
The sound of liquid being poured made them both look up. Marcus was filling their glasses. “The wine you ordered, Mr. Taylor. Would you like your salads now?”
“Yes, thank you,” Justin said and took his glass holding it up to Brian who did the same. “To us.”
“To us,” Brian answered. “I love you, Justin.”
They thoroughly enjoyed the dinner that Justin had arranged for them. They finished one bottle of wine and began another while they talked about their plans for Britin. Marcus brought a silver platter with a dome and set it in front of Brian.
When Marcus walked off without giving Justin a platter, he gave the blond a look. “Where’s yours?”
“Oh, I’ll get mine; I assure you.” Justin laughed. “You first.”
Brian raised an eyebrow. His cool exterior hid how nervously excited he was about what might be under the dome. With one more look at his gorgeous blond, Brian lifted the lid and his heart skipped. The velvet box that he thought was in a drawer in the loft was sitting among red rose petals. He reached for the box and then Justin took it from him.
Opening the box to reveal their bands, Justin took Brian’s hand. “At the risk of sounding totally lesbianic, you said it was only time and you were right. Now, it’s our time.” They both took deep breaths and tears filled their eyes. “Brian Kinney, love of my life, will you marry me?”
The smile that shown on Brian’s face could have been compared to Justin’s. He licked his lips and slowly blinked. “Okay.”
Justin shrugged and waited for more, although he knew exactly what Brian was doing. “Okay?”
“Let’s do it.” Brian waggled his eyebrows.
“Say it.” Still grinning, Justin’s brows rose in challenge.
“Yes.” Brian nodded once.
“Yes what?”
“Yes…yes, Justin Taylor, I will marry you.” Brian pulled Justin to him and their mouths met in a kiss that would go down as one of their hottest. The cooks, waiter and hostess all clapped from the kitchen door where they could not help but spy on the men. The staff had seen some very romantic scenes and gestures made in the restaurant, but this was by far the most loving and beautiful they had witnessed.
The staff popped the cork on a champagne bottle while congratulating the couple and then making themselves scarce once again.
Justin and Brian left the restaurant hand in hand. At the car, Brian pushed Justin against it. “You’re amazing.”
“Not too lesbianic?” Justin kissed Brian’s neck.
“It was ridiculously romantic and absolutely perfect.”
The End
by wildrosedragon
Author: Tena
Fandom: QaF
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: R
Beta: No, all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of QaF
Warning: None
Summary: Justin decides it’s time.
Justin’s plan had been three months in the making and it took Daphne, his mom and Emmett to help him get it all done. He had arrived in Pittsburgh on Friday, snuck into the loft while Brian was at work and made it back to his hotel room just in time for their Friday night phone sex call. Talking softly after their orgasms, Justin put his plan into action.
“Brian, I’m ready to come home,” he said knowing what Brian’s reaction would be, but was shocked by what he heard.
“Okay, come home.” Brian was met with silence from the other end and grinned. He knew that was not what Justin was expecting to hear. “You still there? Changed your mind already, Sunshine?”
“No…no, I just thought I’d get an argument from you.”
“Look, you’ve done what you needed to do. You’ve had some really successful shows, gotten your name known in the right circles, hired an agent and made some money. New York has served its purpose. Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready for you to come home.” He could practically see Justin’s smile through the phone. “Besides, I wouldn’t particularly mind waking up with you in my arms each morning and having my dick in your ass each night.” He laughed. “These phone calls are great but nothing beats the real thing.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Sunshine.”
Saturday morning Brian woke up feeling better than he had in a while. Justin was coming home. They hadn’t worked out the details, but it was happening. The buzzer sounded from the front door and he headed to the intercom. “Yeah?”
“I have a delivery for Brian Kinney.”
“Come on up.” Brian buzzed them in.
After turning down the delivery guy’s sexual advances, it still surprised him how easy that came to him now; Brian opened the large brown envelope with Justin’s writing on it. Inside was a sketch of Britin and a note.
Brian,
Please meet me at Carmelo’s tonight at 7pm.
Don’t ask questions and do not try to call me. I won’t answer my phone.
I love you,
J
Brian smirked. So the little twat’s in town. “Okay, I’ll play along, Sunshine,” Brian said and went to his closet to decide what to wear.
At seven sharp Brian walked into Carmelo’s and was greeted by the hostess. “Right this way, Mr. Kinney.” Brian followed her, noticing there were no other patrons in the restaurant.
“Kind of quiet for a Saturday night,” Brian stated.
The hostess smiled. “The restaurant has been reserved for a private party tonight.” She stopped at a round table with a floor length tablecloth and pulled it out slightly so Brian could scoot around the seat. The table had a scattering of red rose petals around a beautiful candle arrangement. A man in a server’s apron came to the table. “This is Marcus; he’ll be your server for the evening. Enjoy your meal, Mr. Kinney.”
“Good evening, Mr. Kinney. Mr. Taylor has picked an excellent wine for you.” He showed Brian the bottle and he recognized it as one they had tried and loved, in New York on his last trip there.
Brian nodded and took the sample poured for him to try. “Excellent.” He said and the waiter poured his glass full. “Mr. Taylor has very good taste.”
“Yes, he does,” Marcus arched an eyebrow and smiled. “I’ll return as soon as Mr. Taylor arrives.” He set the bottle on the table.
Brian wondered where Justin was as he looked around the restaurant. It was a little eerie with no one else in the place, although he could hear and smell things being cooked in the kitchen.
A moment later, Brian was taking a sip of wine and he almost choked when he felt hands run up his thighs. Looking at his lap, he froze but quickly realized Mr. Taylor was already there when Justin’s familiar hands caressed his crotch and unzipped his slacks.
“Holy shit, Sunshine,” Brian said and scooted down in the seat when Justin tugged him lower. Justin opened his pants and began to stroke his very hard cock. Breathing warm air on his erection, Justin deep throated Brian, whose head slowly fell back.
Justin had to remind himself to focus, but he couldn’t help but grin around the cock he knew better than his own. His Brian…his love…his partner…they would finally be together in every way, in the same city and under the same roof.
Moans, writhing and hands gripping his hair sharpened Justin’s focus and he began working Brian’s cock in earnest. The familiar shiver and then tightening of Brian’s body signaled his orgasm and as the fluid filled Justin’s mouth, he eagerly swallowed it all.
Brian could feel Justin adjusting his clothing and he bent sideways, lifting the tablecloth. He was met by Justin’s sunshine smile and mischievous twinkle in his beautiful blue eyes.
“Whatcha doing down there, Sunshine?”
“Um, just having my appetizer.” Justin grinned and licked his lips.
Smiling brighter than he had in months, Brian pulled Justin up in the booth. “Welcome home,” he said and kissed Justin until they were both dizzy.
The sound of liquid being poured made them both look up. Marcus was filling their glasses. “The wine you ordered, Mr. Taylor. Would you like your salads now?”
“Yes, thank you,” Justin said and took his glass holding it up to Brian who did the same. “To us.”
“To us,” Brian answered. “I love you, Justin.”
They thoroughly enjoyed the dinner that Justin had arranged for them. They finished one bottle of wine and began another while they talked about their plans for Britin. Marcus brought a silver platter with a dome and set it in front of Brian.
When Marcus walked off without giving Justin a platter, he gave the blond a look. “Where’s yours?”
“Oh, I’ll get mine; I assure you.” Justin laughed. “You first.”
Brian raised an eyebrow. His cool exterior hid how nervously excited he was about what might be under the dome. With one more look at his gorgeous blond, Brian lifted the lid and his heart skipped. The velvet box that he thought was in a drawer in the loft was sitting among red rose petals. He reached for the box and then Justin took it from him.
Opening the box to reveal their bands, Justin took Brian’s hand. “At the risk of sounding totally lesbianic, you said it was only time and you were right. Now, it’s our time.” They both took deep breaths and tears filled their eyes. “Brian Kinney, love of my life, will you marry me?”
The smile that shown on Brian’s face could have been compared to Justin’s. He licked his lips and slowly blinked. “Okay.”
Justin shrugged and waited for more, although he knew exactly what Brian was doing. “Okay?”
“Let’s do it.” Brian waggled his eyebrows.
“Say it.” Still grinning, Justin’s brows rose in challenge.
“Yes.” Brian nodded once.
“Yes what?”
“Yes…yes, Justin Taylor, I will marry you.” Brian pulled Justin to him and their mouths met in a kiss that would go down as one of their hottest. The cooks, waiter and hostess all clapped from the kitchen door where they could not help but spy on the men. The staff had seen some very romantic scenes and gestures made in the restaurant, but this was by far the most loving and beautiful they had witnessed.
The staff popped the cork on a champagne bottle while congratulating the couple and then making themselves scarce once again.
Justin and Brian left the restaurant hand in hand. At the car, Brian pushed Justin against it. “You’re amazing.”
“Not too lesbianic?” Justin kissed Brian’s neck.
“It was ridiculously romantic and absolutely perfect.”
The End
by wildrosedragon