Queer as Folk: Goes by Haps
Title: Goes by Haps
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Characters/Pairings: Brian/Justin, Lindsay
Genre: Fluff I guess?
Rating: PG-13, for language of course…well, and homosexuality.
Word Count: 765
Author’s Note: Written for tamingthemuse prompt 152 - Vernissage. I had no inspiration for this prompt whatsoever and have got to admit that I stole this idea from wutendeskind. So not only is she my beta and soul mate this time, she’s my muse as well. This definitely isn’t a fandom I spend an awful lot of time in, so it may not be awfully in character but there was just no way Remus was getting Sirius to an art exhibit. Title comes from the Much Ado About Nothing quote “If it proves so, then loving goes by haps: Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.”
Summary: Brian Kinney does *not* receive an invitation to an Art Exhibition. Post-Season 5.
”So…are you going?” Lindsay asked after a short pause.
“Going where?” Brian asked uninterestedly.
Maybe he should have been paying attention to Lindsay, instead of eye-fucking the guy walking by. The hot guy turned and smiled. No, definitely had his priorities in order. He signaled the man closer and the man didn’t hesitate.
“The exhibit. In New York? Brian, haven’t you been listening to a word I’ve said?”
Brian rolled his eyes and pulled the stranger aside. He knew an alley nearby that had served him well in the past. He just needed to get the lecturing dyke off the phone so he could properly enjoy himself.
“No, why would I be going to an exhibit in New York?” He loved Lindsay, he really did, but he had been sure she’d gotten just how much he didn’t share her passion for art in college.
“It’s Justin’s first exhibit, Brian. It’s going to be huge. You lived with him for how many years and you don’t even care enough to-“
“Sorry, Linds, I’ve got to go,” Brian said in a rush and hung up just as he heard the voice on the other end yell something about not hanging up.
“That little shit,” Brian said scornfully, stopping the stranger from getting the last button on his jeans undone. “You can stand up. Looks like you’re not getting that lucky today after all.”
The man stared at him disbelievingly; Brian headed back to the loft leaving the stranger with his mouth hanging open stupidly.
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Justin Taylor was eerily calm. Everyone had said so. Lindsay had arrived early to help structure the exhibition and was probably more nervous than Justin was. This had only served to make her more nervous as it was apparently highly unsettling that Justin wasn’t running around in circles crying.
“You realize how big this is, right? Everyone is going to be here. You’re showing in one of the hottest galleries in New York. IT’S YOUR FIRST EXHIBIT. No one gets this kind of coverage for their first exhibit. You realize that, right?”
“Yeah, babe, I’m sure he’s aware since this is the sixth time you’ve told him. Come get some more cheese,” Melanie said soothingly, dragging Lindsay away. Justin mouthed a silent “thank you” at her and she nodded in acknowledgement.
Once the gallery was open and the guests had arrived Lindsay had calmed down considerably. The art was as well-received as Justin’s incredibly wealthy backers had told him it would be and red stickers denouncing a “Sold” were papering the walls. But Justin was tensing. Because if his gamble didn’t pay off, he would actually scream, regardless of how much he sold or how many newspapers printed flattering reviews.
“Mr. Taylor, there’s a disturbance at the door. A man wishes to enter who has no invitation.We tried to ask him to leave but he’s refused. He says he knows you. Should we call the police?”
“No. Let him in,” Justin said feigning disinterest and trying to swallow the smile that was threatening to overtake his face. He wasn’t a 17-year-old in puppy love anymore, but it had been too long and no success or time apart could change that he was still very much in Love.
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“You know,” Brian said casually tracing patterns on a very naked chest. “I don’t like having to find these things out from Lindsay. I had to use the internet just to get the time and place.”
“Oh, a whole twelve seconds of research! You are becoming quite sentimental in your old age.”
Brian scoffed and gave his lover a disdainful look. “If you were trying to play hard to get, you should have at least waited for your hot-shot opening to finish before letting me into your pants.”
Justin smiled brightly. He could still hear the classical music playing downstairs, where he was sure Lindsay was running around with her eyeballs as big as her head, wondering where he had run off to.
“You flew all the way to New York for a blowjob, Brian. I am hard to get.”
“Well, I got more then I came for, then. And I only got here forty minutes ago,” he paused, considering whether to make a sly comment or to just ask what he was really wondering. “Why didn’t you invite me, you twat?”
Justin snickered, sitting up on the floor in his studio and grabbing his pants. He was fully dressed and halfway out the door before he turned to answer the question.
“You are incredibly predictable. You wouldn’t have come if I had.”
[5]
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Characters/Pairings: Brian/Justin, Lindsay
Genre: Fluff I guess?
Rating: PG-13, for language of course…well, and homosexuality.
Word Count: 765
Author’s Note: Written for tamingthemuse prompt 152 - Vernissage. I had no inspiration for this prompt whatsoever and have got to admit that I stole this idea from wutendeskind. So not only is she my beta and soul mate this time, she’s my muse as well. This definitely isn’t a fandom I spend an awful lot of time in, so it may not be awfully in character but there was just no way Remus was getting Sirius to an art exhibit. Title comes from the Much Ado About Nothing quote “If it proves so, then loving goes by haps: Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.”
Summary: Brian Kinney does *not* receive an invitation to an Art Exhibition. Post-Season 5.
”So…are you going?” Lindsay asked after a short pause.
“Going where?” Brian asked uninterestedly.
Maybe he should have been paying attention to Lindsay, instead of eye-fucking the guy walking by. The hot guy turned and smiled. No, definitely had his priorities in order. He signaled the man closer and the man didn’t hesitate.
“The exhibit. In New York? Brian, haven’t you been listening to a word I’ve said?”
Brian rolled his eyes and pulled the stranger aside. He knew an alley nearby that had served him well in the past. He just needed to get the lecturing dyke off the phone so he could properly enjoy himself.
“No, why would I be going to an exhibit in New York?” He loved Lindsay, he really did, but he had been sure she’d gotten just how much he didn’t share her passion for art in college.
“It’s Justin’s first exhibit, Brian. It’s going to be huge. You lived with him for how many years and you don’t even care enough to-“
“Sorry, Linds, I’ve got to go,” Brian said in a rush and hung up just as he heard the voice on the other end yell something about not hanging up.
“That little shit,” Brian said scornfully, stopping the stranger from getting the last button on his jeans undone. “You can stand up. Looks like you’re not getting that lucky today after all.”
The man stared at him disbelievingly; Brian headed back to the loft leaving the stranger with his mouth hanging open stupidly.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Justin Taylor was eerily calm. Everyone had said so. Lindsay had arrived early to help structure the exhibition and was probably more nervous than Justin was. This had only served to make her more nervous as it was apparently highly unsettling that Justin wasn’t running around in circles crying.
“You realize how big this is, right? Everyone is going to be here. You’re showing in one of the hottest galleries in New York. IT’S YOUR FIRST EXHIBIT. No one gets this kind of coverage for their first exhibit. You realize that, right?”
“Yeah, babe, I’m sure he’s aware since this is the sixth time you’ve told him. Come get some more cheese,” Melanie said soothingly, dragging Lindsay away. Justin mouthed a silent “thank you” at her and she nodded in acknowledgement.
Once the gallery was open and the guests had arrived Lindsay had calmed down considerably. The art was as well-received as Justin’s incredibly wealthy backers had told him it would be and red stickers denouncing a “Sold” were papering the walls. But Justin was tensing. Because if his gamble didn’t pay off, he would actually scream, regardless of how much he sold or how many newspapers printed flattering reviews.
“Mr. Taylor, there’s a disturbance at the door. A man wishes to enter who has no invitation.We tried to ask him to leave but he’s refused. He says he knows you. Should we call the police?”
“No. Let him in,” Justin said feigning disinterest and trying to swallow the smile that was threatening to overtake his face. He wasn’t a 17-year-old in puppy love anymore, but it had been too long and no success or time apart could change that he was still very much in Love.
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“You know,” Brian said casually tracing patterns on a very naked chest. “I don’t like having to find these things out from Lindsay. I had to use the internet just to get the time and place.”
“Oh, a whole twelve seconds of research! You are becoming quite sentimental in your old age.”
Brian scoffed and gave his lover a disdainful look. “If you were trying to play hard to get, you should have at least waited for your hot-shot opening to finish before letting me into your pants.”
Justin smiled brightly. He could still hear the classical music playing downstairs, where he was sure Lindsay was running around with her eyeballs as big as her head, wondering where he had run off to.
“You flew all the way to New York for a blowjob, Brian. I am hard to get.”
“Well, I got more then I came for, then. And I only got here forty minutes ago,” he paused, considering whether to make a sly comment or to just ask what he was really wondering. “Why didn’t you invite me, you twat?”
Justin snickered, sitting up on the floor in his studio and grabbing his pants. He was fully dressed and halfway out the door before he turned to answer the question.
“You are incredibly predictable. You wouldn’t have come if I had.”
[5]