Breakneck (18/18)
Title: Breakneck
Author: methylethyl
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Justin watches the last vestiges of support crumble beneath his feet, sending him into freefall. He can only close his eyes and pray he’ll land somewhere soft.
Disclaimer: QAF & Co. does not belong to me.
Note: Yes, this is truly the end of the road--no sequels. I knew where I was going to end this story from the very beginning, because it really hammers the entire point of this story home, and adding sequels would only diminsh that point. Thank you to everyone who's been reading and giving feedback--your comments make my day!
Breakneck
Chapter 18: End
In the end, it was Daphne who convinced me to go to prom.
"But tickets are expensive," I had complained.
"That's why I'm not making you pay for mine," Daphne had replied breezily. "And you know you can get your mom to pay for it, if you guilt trip her hard enough. Just blather on about how you had to grow up too quickly and how you need to spend one last night as a kid, she'll totally buy it."
I had frowned. "And I really shouldn't just be going out. I spend enough time away from Luke as it is, between school and work."
"And your Saturday nights with Brian," Daphne had pointed out with an arched eyebrow.
"Only sometimes!" I had protested.
Daphne had snorted. "Please. You go home with him every Saturday night, without fail. You can just tell him he'll have to live without you for one Saturday night, because you'll be at your prom."
"But-but-" I had momentarily blanked for other arguments, before something finally popped into my head. "But I don't even like anyone at fucking St. James!"
"And think of what a great big 'Fuck You' it would be to everyone if you came anyway!" Daphne had exclaimed, eyes shining. "C'mon, Justin. You can't let them deny you your prom. And you owe me this one, since you skipped out on Homecoming this year."
Ten minutes later, I'd agreed to go to prom.
*
I was set to arrive at Daphne's house for pictures in thirty minutes, since Emmett had insisted that he could only prepare one person for prom today and that he couldn't have anyone around to distract him from his work.
Usually, I thought Emmett was kind of awesome. I loved his crazy dancing and his hokey tales from his days in Hazelhurst, Mississippi.
After three hours of being 'prepped' for prom, though, I was about ready to kill him.
"It's. Straight," I said through gritted teeth. "Really."
"Mm…" Emmett said, clearly hedging. "Well. Maybe. But the trick is to get it so that it'll stay straight."
I sighed. "People will be fixing it for me all night, regardless of how straight it is. It's the thing with bow ties."
"Be that as it may, trust me, you'll look fifty times classier than those Neanderthals who show up in ties," Emmett assured me, tweaking the bow tie again.
I just barely refrained from rolling my eyes.
But thankfully, Emmett took a step back and took in my entire appearance critically, which gave me hope that maybe we were somewhere near the end. I'd reminded Emmett of when I had to leave at least seven times by now, so I was pretty sure another reminder wasn't in order.
"Ooo-ee!" Emmett said, suddenly straightening and clapping his hands together. "Honey, if you don't look just edible. Good thing Brian isn't downstairs or I don't think you'd get past the couch before he had you bent over the back of it."
"I asked him to go with me," I told Emmett, with a slight smirk. "One final 'fuck you' to St. James, just to really piss them off, you know?"
Emmett snorted. "So did he run away screaming, or just laugh his ass off?" A split second's pause. "…he didn't actually say yes, right?"
"Nah," I said, shaking my head. "He's been cranky lately. You know, the whole birthday thing."
"Heaven forbid Brian Kinney age like the rest of us mortals," Emmett said, rolling his eyes.
I didn't mention that the other reason Brian had been cranky was because of Michael, who had rekindled and doused their friendship in the space of a few hours last weekend. He'd shown up at the loft drunk, pleading with Brian to give him a reason not to follow Dr. Dave to Portland, and had then woken up the following morning yelling about mixed signals and Brian trying to seduce him. I'd had to pry it out of Brian over the course of three days, and was still a bit irritated with him and his complete inability to say no to Michael.
So Brian was probably out sulking and drinking tonight.
"Okay," Emmett said, flicking some invisible piece of lint off my lapel. "You're ready. Just let me…"
Tweak the bow tie.
Yep.
*
"Justin, babies are not good for dress clothes," Emmett said nervously, clearly just restraining himself from ripping Luke out of my arms. "They spit, vomit, pee, drool, cry, poop, fart-oh my god, do not let him fart on you, we'll never get the smell out in time."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure Luke will do none of those things. Right, buddy?"
Luke nodded happily, giving me a toothy grin.
I grinned back, shifting him a little higher on my hip. He was getting heavier every day, it seemed.
"Do you remember why I'm all dressed up?" I asked Luke.
Luke blinked.
"It's my prom, tonight," I told him. "It's my dance."
"Dah!" Luke squealed as his arms wrapped around my own arm tightly, recognizing the word and what would come next.
"I'm going to dance," I told him, taking out a deep breath, "just like… this!"
And then we were off, spinning crazily around the room, me lifting Luke up and down as we went round and round and Luke screaming and giggling and loving every minute of it.
"So help me, if that child vomits on my creation…" I heard Emmett mutter.
To his left, Debbie was clicking away madly with her camera, and I heard her reply, "Stop worrying, they do this all the time with no vomiting whatsoever. We'll just have to straighten his bow tie a little when he's done, that's all."
I continued to spin Luke, laughing right along with him.
*
Prom went by pretty quickly after I was finally allowed to leave the house. I picked up Daphne ("Three hours to get ready? Seriously? Oh, here, your bow tie's not straight…"), suffered through dinner ("Justin, let me… There."), the announcement of the prom king and queen ("Booooring. Hey, you're crooked again…"), and was very lamely 'bopping to the beat' of standard prom music, and also avoiding Daphne's so-called helpful fingers, when Brian arrived.
Yes, that's right. Brian arrived.
He came into the room, students parting before him like the Red Sea, and after exchanging some words that I have no clear memory of, we danced. Together. In front of the whole senior class of St. James Academy.
I'm not sure my feet even touched the floor. I couldn't get over the fact that he'd come, the fact that he was here for me, to dance with me, to let me show him off, and even when he said that he had to leave about a minute after our big dance, I couldn't keep the smile off of my face.
And he didn't try to fix my bow tie once.
*
I was pretty collected, walking out of the hotel with Brian with only a grin on my face-that was, until we stepped outside into the parking garage. The rush of cool May wind hitting my face made me shiver, and then suddenly, the twitch of nerves made everything explodeand I could barely keep myself from jumping up and down and downright skipping to the Jeep.
Brian had come to my prom. For me.
I grinned manically, probably looked slightly demented, and almost trembled with the effort of containing the ballooning happiness in my chest. I couldn't help but glance over at Brian to make sure that he was still there, that he hadn't been just a figment of my imagination.
The last thing I expected to see when my eyes locked onto his was a sparkling happiness in the hazel irises that mirrored my own.
"I can't believe we just did that," I said giddily. "I didn't even know you knew how to dance!"
"I had my doubts about you," Brian replied, raising his eyebrows. "I was worried that the only ballroom dancing you knew was that crazyass spinning thing you do with Luke."
I tried not to giggle, and in the end, it came out as an odd snerk.
"Of course I can ballroom dance," I said, bouncing on the balls of my feet and suppressing the urge to slap Brian's arm. "Duh! Daphne and I had to attend lessons at the country club every summer for years. She's a disaster as a follow, though, absolutely no ability to give over control. I've always been good at both. I don't think you'd be a very good follow either, you know."
Brian gave me a withering look. "I don't follow."
He pushed the UP button for the elevator, and the doors immediately opened.
"Following's the fun part, though," I said, following him in. "You get to spin and dip and look awesome! The lead has to do all the thinking and directing."
Brian pushed the button for his floor and then leaned back against the wall of the elevator. "If this is your mental state while dancing," he said dryly, while pulling me toward him, "I think it's best if you stay far away from any roles that require thinking."
Flush against his body, I leaned up and kissed him hard. I wanted to convey all of my gratitude that I knew he would never verbally accept, all the glee that my body was thrumming with. I was just so fucking happyand I wanted Brian to feel it.
Fingers snaked up into the back of my hair, deepening the kiss for a few seconds, and then Brian released me.
"So when you say that you don't think I should lead," I said breathlessly, feeling slightly drunk with giddiness, "what you really mean is that you don't want me sucking your cock. Right? Since I shouldn't be doing things that require directing and thinking."
Brian's eyes narrowed. "If this whole lead/follow conversation is actually a euphemism for sexual positions, then let me make something clear: I do not everfollow. Ever. Put the thought in a little box and mail it to Russia with instructions to shoot on sight, because it's not going to happen."
The elevator dinged and the doors opened.
"C'mon," I insisted, taking Brian's hands and pulling him out of the elevator. "Let me show you!"
"I don't-"
"Like this," I said, slipping my right arm around Brian's waist and taking his right hand in my left.
Brian looked down at me, somewhere between amused and incredulous. "You're a foot shorter than me."
"Move with me, or I'll step on your feet and scuff your shoes," I threatened, poking his back with one of my fingers.
"Brat," Brian said, with only a bit of real irritation.
I grinned.
Label-queen that he was, the shoes had to be at least five hundred dollars, and I was pretty sure that he took his shoes to a shop downtown instead of polishing them himself. Or possibly he didn't even bother polishing them and just bought new ones. It would be a very Brian thing to do.
"Aaaand... One-two-three, one-two-three," I started chanting, moving us across the parking garage. I kept up the rhythm and Brian stumbled along with me. "Which way is your car?"
"Left. You're too short to be-fuck!" Brian stumbled and knocked into me, but I managed to keep my balance and the time, manhandling him back into position, snickering.
"Spin coming in three measures," I warned, dancing us down the center of the parking lot. "One-two-three, one-two-three-"
"I'm not spinning," Brian warned.
"Spin!" I cried anyway, flinging my arm up and giving Brian's waist a push-
The grip on my hand changed and something pushed at my hip, sending me into a reflexive spin outwards, and then suddenly I found myself being reeled back in by Brian.
We hadn't even missed a beat.
"Asshole," I laughed, sliding an arm up around his shoulders.
Brian looked smug, keeping an iron grip around my waist. The suddenly his face split into a grin and he tugged me closer, lifting me right off the ground and spinning me in a wild circle, making me shriek. He spun me round once, twice, three times, and then finally released me.
I went stumbling backward, laughing, and ended up back against the Jeep. Across the aisle, Brian was making his way toward me and I stayed where I was.
"I was right," I told him, smirking as he approached. "You are a shitty follow. You need to practice more."
"But you're so good at it already," Brian replied, and when he reached me, he planted a hand on either side of my shoulders, effectively trapping me against the Jeep. "Why fix what's not fucked up?"
Our mouths were suddenly about an inch apart, noses almost touching.
"I had no idea Brian Kinney was so unadventurous," I murmured, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Little boy, I've had people trying to convince me to followfor years. What makes you think you're so different?" Brian challenged, lips almost on mine, breath hot on my face.
I smirked, and when I spoke, my lips brushed against his. "I'm special. And you know it."
And then his lips latched onto mine, tongue pushing its way into my mouth as one hand wrapped around the back of my neck, fingers pushing up into the back of my hair. I moaned, tasting Brian and feeling his heat all over my body, the rub of his nose against my cheek and the feeling of his hand trailing down the front of my shirt. Suddenly, the bow tie was way too tight and the suit I was wearing had entirely too many parts, and all I could think was naked now Brian sex yes.
Brian somehow managed to deepen the kiss, hand trailing lower and brushing against the fabric around my crotch, making my cock jump for attention. Dizzily, I reached for Brian's neck and latched onto the white scarf, gripping both ends and yanking Brian even closer.
"Fuck," I gasped, as we broke for air. "Fuck, Brian."
Brian's eyes were dilated in the dim lighting of the parking garage, and I could feel his interest pushing against my thigh. He wasn't fully hard, but he was getting there.
It occurred to me that my prom was still going on. Also, that Daphne was expecting me to come back.
"I can't," I said, when Brian leaned in for another kiss. "I can't leave Daphne."
Brian's mouth twisted, and his hands flexed on my shoulders in frustration. "Can't she get a ride from someone else?"
I tried and failed to hide my smile. "Maybe. But as her date, it would be kind of rude to leave her. Plus, I have our tickets to after-prom."
I was getting better at saying no to Brian when I was horny. It took a supreme amount of self control, but I was learning.
"I'm sure there are plenty of boys to fuck at Babylon," I offered, although I didn't want to particularly think about Brian going off and fucking other boys after what he'd given me tonight. I tried not to let it show on my face.
Brian heaved a sigh, releasing me.
"I still can't believe you came," I said, the grin coming unbidden to my face. "Tonight was amazing."
And when Brian looked doubtful, I decided to press onward, bringing a hand up to tug at the white scarf again.
"It was the best night of my life," I told him softly, meaning it with all my heart.
"Even if it was ridiculously romantic?" Brian asked, a smile now playing at his lips.
"All these months spent saying 'Brian Kinney doesn't do romance', only to find out that Brian Kinney is actually really fucking good at it," I remarked, still playing with the scarf. "Boy. I wonder what other claims I'll get you to refute in the near future?"
Brian slid the scarf off and looped it around my neck, tugging me off the Jeep and closer to him."The one where I swore to not kill irritating little twinks who follow me around everywhere."
I so wasn't buying it.
And it must have shown on my face, because all of a sudden Brian was turning us around so that he had his back to the Jeep and I was facing away from him. His hand slid around my neck, tweaking the bow tie, and there was suddenly hot breath on my ear.
"You should get back to your prom. I'm sure there are lots of people who want to talk to you."
I rolled my eyes. "I'll just bet."
Brian gave me a little push. "Go on."
I glanced back questioningly, fingers running across the white silk on the back of my neck.
Brian nodded.
And I got to keep the scarf? Fuck yes.
My face split into a huge smile and I started on my way back to the hotel, barely hearing the sounds of Brian getting into the Jeep behind me. Was it really possible that my life was coming together like this? Seven months ago I'd had a baby to support and absolutely no safety nets waiting to catch me if I slipped. Now I had a family, a job, a huge financial cushion to fall back on, a college acceptance, and most unexpectedly, I had Brian.
He wasn't really aware of that, of course. The series of small concessions I'd been dragging out of him over the last year had stacked up to something larger than even I'd realized until Brian had walked in tonight. And when we'd been dancing… he'd looked so happy.
Brian's voice broke through my thoughts.
"Justin!"
And I turned around with a huge grin on my face, knowing that whatever he had to say, it couldn't possibly make me feel any happier.
I was on top of the world.
Author: methylethyl
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Justin watches the last vestiges of support crumble beneath his feet, sending him into freefall. He can only close his eyes and pray he’ll land somewhere soft.
Disclaimer: QAF & Co. does not belong to me.
Note: Yes, this is truly the end of the road--no sequels. I knew where I was going to end this story from the very beginning, because it really hammers the entire point of this story home, and adding sequels would only diminsh that point. Thank you to everyone who's been reading and giving feedback--your comments make my day!
Breakneck
Chapter 18: End
In the end, it was Daphne who convinced me to go to prom.
"But tickets are expensive," I had complained.
"That's why I'm not making you pay for mine," Daphne had replied breezily. "And you know you can get your mom to pay for it, if you guilt trip her hard enough. Just blather on about how you had to grow up too quickly and how you need to spend one last night as a kid, she'll totally buy it."
I had frowned. "And I really shouldn't just be going out. I spend enough time away from Luke as it is, between school and work."
"And your Saturday nights with Brian," Daphne had pointed out with an arched eyebrow.
"Only sometimes!" I had protested.
Daphne had snorted. "Please. You go home with him every Saturday night, without fail. You can just tell him he'll have to live without you for one Saturday night, because you'll be at your prom."
"But-but-" I had momentarily blanked for other arguments, before something finally popped into my head. "But I don't even like anyone at fucking St. James!"
"And think of what a great big 'Fuck You' it would be to everyone if you came anyway!" Daphne had exclaimed, eyes shining. "C'mon, Justin. You can't let them deny you your prom. And you owe me this one, since you skipped out on Homecoming this year."
Ten minutes later, I'd agreed to go to prom.
*
I was set to arrive at Daphne's house for pictures in thirty minutes, since Emmett had insisted that he could only prepare one person for prom today and that he couldn't have anyone around to distract him from his work.
Usually, I thought Emmett was kind of awesome. I loved his crazy dancing and his hokey tales from his days in Hazelhurst, Mississippi.
After three hours of being 'prepped' for prom, though, I was about ready to kill him.
"It's. Straight," I said through gritted teeth. "Really."
"Mm…" Emmett said, clearly hedging. "Well. Maybe. But the trick is to get it so that it'll stay straight."
I sighed. "People will be fixing it for me all night, regardless of how straight it is. It's the thing with bow ties."
"Be that as it may, trust me, you'll look fifty times classier than those Neanderthals who show up in ties," Emmett assured me, tweaking the bow tie again.
I just barely refrained from rolling my eyes.
But thankfully, Emmett took a step back and took in my entire appearance critically, which gave me hope that maybe we were somewhere near the end. I'd reminded Emmett of when I had to leave at least seven times by now, so I was pretty sure another reminder wasn't in order.
"Ooo-ee!" Emmett said, suddenly straightening and clapping his hands together. "Honey, if you don't look just edible. Good thing Brian isn't downstairs or I don't think you'd get past the couch before he had you bent over the back of it."
"I asked him to go with me," I told Emmett, with a slight smirk. "One final 'fuck you' to St. James, just to really piss them off, you know?"
Emmett snorted. "So did he run away screaming, or just laugh his ass off?" A split second's pause. "…he didn't actually say yes, right?"
"Nah," I said, shaking my head. "He's been cranky lately. You know, the whole birthday thing."
"Heaven forbid Brian Kinney age like the rest of us mortals," Emmett said, rolling his eyes.
I didn't mention that the other reason Brian had been cranky was because of Michael, who had rekindled and doused their friendship in the space of a few hours last weekend. He'd shown up at the loft drunk, pleading with Brian to give him a reason not to follow Dr. Dave to Portland, and had then woken up the following morning yelling about mixed signals and Brian trying to seduce him. I'd had to pry it out of Brian over the course of three days, and was still a bit irritated with him and his complete inability to say no to Michael.
So Brian was probably out sulking and drinking tonight.
"Okay," Emmett said, flicking some invisible piece of lint off my lapel. "You're ready. Just let me…"
Tweak the bow tie.
Yep.
*
"Justin, babies are not good for dress clothes," Emmett said nervously, clearly just restraining himself from ripping Luke out of my arms. "They spit, vomit, pee, drool, cry, poop, fart-oh my god, do not let him fart on you, we'll never get the smell out in time."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure Luke will do none of those things. Right, buddy?"
Luke nodded happily, giving me a toothy grin.
I grinned back, shifting him a little higher on my hip. He was getting heavier every day, it seemed.
"Do you remember why I'm all dressed up?" I asked Luke.
Luke blinked.
"It's my prom, tonight," I told him. "It's my dance."
"Dah!" Luke squealed as his arms wrapped around my own arm tightly, recognizing the word and what would come next.
"I'm going to dance," I told him, taking out a deep breath, "just like… this!"
And then we were off, spinning crazily around the room, me lifting Luke up and down as we went round and round and Luke screaming and giggling and loving every minute of it.
"So help me, if that child vomits on my creation…" I heard Emmett mutter.
To his left, Debbie was clicking away madly with her camera, and I heard her reply, "Stop worrying, they do this all the time with no vomiting whatsoever. We'll just have to straighten his bow tie a little when he's done, that's all."
I continued to spin Luke, laughing right along with him.
*
Prom went by pretty quickly after I was finally allowed to leave the house. I picked up Daphne ("Three hours to get ready? Seriously? Oh, here, your bow tie's not straight…"), suffered through dinner ("Justin, let me… There."), the announcement of the prom king and queen ("Booooring. Hey, you're crooked again…"), and was very lamely 'bopping to the beat' of standard prom music, and also avoiding Daphne's so-called helpful fingers, when Brian arrived.
Yes, that's right. Brian arrived.
He came into the room, students parting before him like the Red Sea, and after exchanging some words that I have no clear memory of, we danced. Together. In front of the whole senior class of St. James Academy.
I'm not sure my feet even touched the floor. I couldn't get over the fact that he'd come, the fact that he was here for me, to dance with me, to let me show him off, and even when he said that he had to leave about a minute after our big dance, I couldn't keep the smile off of my face.
And he didn't try to fix my bow tie once.
*
I was pretty collected, walking out of the hotel with Brian with only a grin on my face-that was, until we stepped outside into the parking garage. The rush of cool May wind hitting my face made me shiver, and then suddenly, the twitch of nerves made everything explodeand I could barely keep myself from jumping up and down and downright skipping to the Jeep.
Brian had come to my prom. For me.
I grinned manically, probably looked slightly demented, and almost trembled with the effort of containing the ballooning happiness in my chest. I couldn't help but glance over at Brian to make sure that he was still there, that he hadn't been just a figment of my imagination.
The last thing I expected to see when my eyes locked onto his was a sparkling happiness in the hazel irises that mirrored my own.
"I can't believe we just did that," I said giddily. "I didn't even know you knew how to dance!"
"I had my doubts about you," Brian replied, raising his eyebrows. "I was worried that the only ballroom dancing you knew was that crazyass spinning thing you do with Luke."
I tried not to giggle, and in the end, it came out as an odd snerk.
"Of course I can ballroom dance," I said, bouncing on the balls of my feet and suppressing the urge to slap Brian's arm. "Duh! Daphne and I had to attend lessons at the country club every summer for years. She's a disaster as a follow, though, absolutely no ability to give over control. I've always been good at both. I don't think you'd be a very good follow either, you know."
Brian gave me a withering look. "I don't follow."
He pushed the UP button for the elevator, and the doors immediately opened.
"Following's the fun part, though," I said, following him in. "You get to spin and dip and look awesome! The lead has to do all the thinking and directing."
Brian pushed the button for his floor and then leaned back against the wall of the elevator. "If this is your mental state while dancing," he said dryly, while pulling me toward him, "I think it's best if you stay far away from any roles that require thinking."
Flush against his body, I leaned up and kissed him hard. I wanted to convey all of my gratitude that I knew he would never verbally accept, all the glee that my body was thrumming with. I was just so fucking happyand I wanted Brian to feel it.
Fingers snaked up into the back of my hair, deepening the kiss for a few seconds, and then Brian released me.
"So when you say that you don't think I should lead," I said breathlessly, feeling slightly drunk with giddiness, "what you really mean is that you don't want me sucking your cock. Right? Since I shouldn't be doing things that require directing and thinking."
Brian's eyes narrowed. "If this whole lead/follow conversation is actually a euphemism for sexual positions, then let me make something clear: I do not everfollow. Ever. Put the thought in a little box and mail it to Russia with instructions to shoot on sight, because it's not going to happen."
The elevator dinged and the doors opened.
"C'mon," I insisted, taking Brian's hands and pulling him out of the elevator. "Let me show you!"
"I don't-"
"Like this," I said, slipping my right arm around Brian's waist and taking his right hand in my left.
Brian looked down at me, somewhere between amused and incredulous. "You're a foot shorter than me."
"Move with me, or I'll step on your feet and scuff your shoes," I threatened, poking his back with one of my fingers.
"Brat," Brian said, with only a bit of real irritation.
I grinned.
Label-queen that he was, the shoes had to be at least five hundred dollars, and I was pretty sure that he took his shoes to a shop downtown instead of polishing them himself. Or possibly he didn't even bother polishing them and just bought new ones. It would be a very Brian thing to do.
"Aaaand... One-two-three, one-two-three," I started chanting, moving us across the parking garage. I kept up the rhythm and Brian stumbled along with me. "Which way is your car?"
"Left. You're too short to be-fuck!" Brian stumbled and knocked into me, but I managed to keep my balance and the time, manhandling him back into position, snickering.
"Spin coming in three measures," I warned, dancing us down the center of the parking lot. "One-two-three, one-two-three-"
"I'm not spinning," Brian warned.
"Spin!" I cried anyway, flinging my arm up and giving Brian's waist a push-
The grip on my hand changed and something pushed at my hip, sending me into a reflexive spin outwards, and then suddenly I found myself being reeled back in by Brian.
We hadn't even missed a beat.
"Asshole," I laughed, sliding an arm up around his shoulders.
Brian looked smug, keeping an iron grip around my waist. The suddenly his face split into a grin and he tugged me closer, lifting me right off the ground and spinning me in a wild circle, making me shriek. He spun me round once, twice, three times, and then finally released me.
I went stumbling backward, laughing, and ended up back against the Jeep. Across the aisle, Brian was making his way toward me and I stayed where I was.
"I was right," I told him, smirking as he approached. "You are a shitty follow. You need to practice more."
"But you're so good at it already," Brian replied, and when he reached me, he planted a hand on either side of my shoulders, effectively trapping me against the Jeep. "Why fix what's not fucked up?"
Our mouths were suddenly about an inch apart, noses almost touching.
"I had no idea Brian Kinney was so unadventurous," I murmured, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Little boy, I've had people trying to convince me to followfor years. What makes you think you're so different?" Brian challenged, lips almost on mine, breath hot on my face.
I smirked, and when I spoke, my lips brushed against his. "I'm special. And you know it."
And then his lips latched onto mine, tongue pushing its way into my mouth as one hand wrapped around the back of my neck, fingers pushing up into the back of my hair. I moaned, tasting Brian and feeling his heat all over my body, the rub of his nose against my cheek and the feeling of his hand trailing down the front of my shirt. Suddenly, the bow tie was way too tight and the suit I was wearing had entirely too many parts, and all I could think was naked now Brian sex yes.
Brian somehow managed to deepen the kiss, hand trailing lower and brushing against the fabric around my crotch, making my cock jump for attention. Dizzily, I reached for Brian's neck and latched onto the white scarf, gripping both ends and yanking Brian even closer.
"Fuck," I gasped, as we broke for air. "Fuck, Brian."
Brian's eyes were dilated in the dim lighting of the parking garage, and I could feel his interest pushing against my thigh. He wasn't fully hard, but he was getting there.
It occurred to me that my prom was still going on. Also, that Daphne was expecting me to come back.
"I can't," I said, when Brian leaned in for another kiss. "I can't leave Daphne."
Brian's mouth twisted, and his hands flexed on my shoulders in frustration. "Can't she get a ride from someone else?"
I tried and failed to hide my smile. "Maybe. But as her date, it would be kind of rude to leave her. Plus, I have our tickets to after-prom."
I was getting better at saying no to Brian when I was horny. It took a supreme amount of self control, but I was learning.
"I'm sure there are plenty of boys to fuck at Babylon," I offered, although I didn't want to particularly think about Brian going off and fucking other boys after what he'd given me tonight. I tried not to let it show on my face.
Brian heaved a sigh, releasing me.
"I still can't believe you came," I said, the grin coming unbidden to my face. "Tonight was amazing."
And when Brian looked doubtful, I decided to press onward, bringing a hand up to tug at the white scarf again.
"It was the best night of my life," I told him softly, meaning it with all my heart.
"Even if it was ridiculously romantic?" Brian asked, a smile now playing at his lips.
"All these months spent saying 'Brian Kinney doesn't do romance', only to find out that Brian Kinney is actually really fucking good at it," I remarked, still playing with the scarf. "Boy. I wonder what other claims I'll get you to refute in the near future?"
Brian slid the scarf off and looped it around my neck, tugging me off the Jeep and closer to him."The one where I swore to not kill irritating little twinks who follow me around everywhere."
I so wasn't buying it.
And it must have shown on my face, because all of a sudden Brian was turning us around so that he had his back to the Jeep and I was facing away from him. His hand slid around my neck, tweaking the bow tie, and there was suddenly hot breath on my ear.
"You should get back to your prom. I'm sure there are lots of people who want to talk to you."
I rolled my eyes. "I'll just bet."
Brian gave me a little push. "Go on."
I glanced back questioningly, fingers running across the white silk on the back of my neck.
Brian nodded.
And I got to keep the scarf? Fuck yes.
My face split into a huge smile and I started on my way back to the hotel, barely hearing the sounds of Brian getting into the Jeep behind me. Was it really possible that my life was coming together like this? Seven months ago I'd had a baby to support and absolutely no safety nets waiting to catch me if I slipped. Now I had a family, a job, a huge financial cushion to fall back on, a college acceptance, and most unexpectedly, I had Brian.
He wasn't really aware of that, of course. The series of small concessions I'd been dragging out of him over the last year had stacked up to something larger than even I'd realized until Brian had walked in tonight. And when we'd been dancing… he'd looked so happy.
Brian's voice broke through my thoughts.
"Justin!"
And I turned around with a huge grin on my face, knowing that whatever he had to say, it couldn't possibly make me feel any happier.
I was on top of the world.