Run Jeremy!
Title: Run Jeremy!
Timeline: Its not series-specific but its more of series1/2
Summary: One-ff Crack!fic
Rating: PG-13 for language
‘Run Jeremy!’
Brian walked into his loft to be greeted by the sound of The Beatles and the acrid smell of his stash being raided. ‘Sunshine?’
Brian turned toward the living room to see Justin, with his feet resting comfortably on his ridiculously expensive Mies-Van-Der-Rohe, watching Yellow Submarine. Again. He chuckled at Justin’s worried expression as the transvestite-mole-thing was running away from the blue meanies. He really shouldn’t know what a blue meanie is. Fucking twat. Justin heard Brian chuckling and whipped his head around, biting his lip nervously; ‘Brian? Why don’t they just leave Jeremy Hilary Boob, Ph.D alone?’
Brian treated Justin to the patented Kinney-eyebrow twitch, ‘You’ve seen this film how many times now? You know he's gonna be Ok.’ His exasperation was evident.
‘Bri? Will you sit next to me?’
Brian smirked as he gathered Justin in his arms and held him as he bitched about meanies and Ringo’s big nose.
Together, with the help of the remainder of Brian’s stash, they sank steadily into a hazy drugged stupor. They began alternating between giggling and making out until the fanfare announced the beginning on Justin’s favourite song. He pushed Brian onto his back , straddled his hips, and began to kiss and lick at Brian’s neck while breathing the words of ‘All You Need is Love’ into his ear in-between cries of ‘Shut up!’, ‘Twat’, and the occasional slap to his ass.