QAF Fragment
Yeah, today's post is a fragment. I needed to write something else, as a distraction from my current WIP, perhaps to get creative juices flowing again.
Brian opened his eyes, then immediately closed them against the light. Slowly, he rolled over to bury his face in blond hair. The sounds of New York City-mainly the honking of cars and dull roar of people on the streets-permeated Justin's grey little apartment, amplified by the high ceilings meant to make the space appear bigger than it was
Normally, he'd have checked into a hotel and taken his wayward partner with him. Justin and his roommate apparently had a deal not to bring sex partners home, but Brian supposed that they had come to a compromise on him. Not that they needed to, as Brian considered the apartment to be nearly uninhabitable; it reeked of paint and, consequently, turpentine, they only had a porcelain tub with a shower hose that you had to lift above your head as you sat in it, and Justin didn't have a real bed, just a mattress on the floor.
His flight had been a little late the night before, and they had fast-tracked their plans, dumping his luggage in the apartment and rushing out to their dinner reservations with an agreement to 'figure it out from there.' They didn't, though, forgot all about it before going to one of Justin's clubs. From then on, the night had been a blur of lights and music and sex, all in a haze of E.
Which is why he woke up here.
Trying again at cracking his eyes open, Brian laid a hand on Justin's side, running his fingers up over his ribcage, and allowing it to rest there. The peace was short-lived, though, as Justin's phone, abandoned on the floor with their clothes, began to ring. The blond shifted restlessly, and Brian leaned over the side of the mattress to pick it up. The screen read Blankethead.
Justin gave a groan and started feeling around for his phone, which Brian shoved into his hand. With another grumble, he flipped it open.
“'ello?” After a moment, he said, “No, Matt, I told you, I'm busy.”
Oh. Matt. The boyfriend-on-the-side. Brian pushed Justin onto his stomach and began kissing down his spine, and he could feel the younger man's breath beginning to speed up. Justin gave a number of affirmatives, and a few negatives, and Brian was beginning to be able to hear the voice on the other end, buzzing the way it did in cartoons. He continued his path down.
“Matt, I'll call you later.” Another cartoon-buzz, then, “Yes, when he leaves.”
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Brian opened his eyes, then immediately closed them against the light. Slowly, he rolled over to bury his face in blond hair. The sounds of New York City-mainly the honking of cars and dull roar of people on the streets-permeated Justin's grey little apartment, amplified by the high ceilings meant to make the space appear bigger than it was
Normally, he'd have checked into a hotel and taken his wayward partner with him. Justin and his roommate apparently had a deal not to bring sex partners home, but Brian supposed that they had come to a compromise on him. Not that they needed to, as Brian considered the apartment to be nearly uninhabitable; it reeked of paint and, consequently, turpentine, they only had a porcelain tub with a shower hose that you had to lift above your head as you sat in it, and Justin didn't have a real bed, just a mattress on the floor.
His flight had been a little late the night before, and they had fast-tracked their plans, dumping his luggage in the apartment and rushing out to their dinner reservations with an agreement to 'figure it out from there.' They didn't, though, forgot all about it before going to one of Justin's clubs. From then on, the night had been a blur of lights and music and sex, all in a haze of E.
Which is why he woke up here.
Trying again at cracking his eyes open, Brian laid a hand on Justin's side, running his fingers up over his ribcage, and allowing it to rest there. The peace was short-lived, though, as Justin's phone, abandoned on the floor with their clothes, began to ring. The blond shifted restlessly, and Brian leaned over the side of the mattress to pick it up. The screen read Blankethead.
Justin gave a groan and started feeling around for his phone, which Brian shoved into his hand. With another grumble, he flipped it open.
“'ello?” After a moment, he said, “No, Matt, I told you, I'm busy.”
Oh. Matt. The boyfriend-on-the-side. Brian pushed Justin onto his stomach and began kissing down his spine, and he could feel the younger man's breath beginning to speed up. Justin gave a number of affirmatives, and a few negatives, and Brian was beginning to be able to hear the voice on the other end, buzzing the way it did in cartoons. He continued his path down.
“Matt, I'll call you later.” Another cartoon-buzz, then, “Yes, when he leaves.”
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