TEASER: TOWJWAGABI, Teaser for Part 9
Ummm...yeah...so, what's up? Any news? Anyone? Anything interesting going on?
If the ability to finish a WIP came in a bottle, we'd all have one, wouldn't we?
I hate it that this story has languished for, oh, gosh, looks like almost a year or thereabouts, but I can only write when the spirit moves me, and the spirit has been really busy doing something...else. I guess. I'm looking around for something to show for my otherwise occupied spirit, but I'm not seeing anything concrete.
Well, the spirit is a funny thing, and the last few days, I've found myself working a bit on this story. I've written enough to at least post a bit of a teaser for Part 9!
I should probably tell you that I never really watched much of QAF's Season 4--I looked at a few scenes up through 404, but that's about it. I've probably lost some of the Brian and Justin voices, but I can't stand the thought of leaving this fic unfinished! I'm hoping that posting the teaser will give me even more momentum to get this bad boy finished!
The One Where Justin's With Another Guy, and Brian Interferes, Teaser for Part 9
The more Brian thought about it, the more he could not fucking believe Justin was even considering moving out of state with that fucking doctor. Brian had witnessed more than one of the little shit's disastrous decisions, but come on. This was fucking off the charts.
He stewed about it for two days. Whether sitting in his car at a red light, pacing around the darkened loft, or waiting for a client to pick up the God damned phone, he'd slowly shake his head at the blinding stupidity of the whole idea.
It's not that he was surprised to find himself pulling up in the driveway of Justin's little playhouse, but he couldn't recall actually arriving at the decision to do it, either.
It was early in the afternoon, and Justin's car was in the driveway. He would have walked right in the front door, but for some stupid reason, it was locked so he hit the doorbell and kept hitting it until a flushed and irritated Justin threw open the door. "Jesus, what?!"
Brian saw a suitcase in Justin's hands and lost it. "Are you fucking out of your mind?" he screamed, snatching the suitcase from a shocked Justin and tossing it toward the stairs. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You think you can just hightail it out of town and no one's gonna do anything about it? What, you're gonna go to fucking Boston and play house with some Dudley Doright asshole? You wanna live out some God damned fucking Leave-It-To-Fucking-Beaver fantasy in God damned mother fucking suburbia? You think that's gonna happen, you fucking shit? Is that what you fucking think? Is it?"
Justin just stood there through the entire diatribe, his face morphing from confusion to disbelief to anger, finally settling into sheer amazement. "You have finally gone completely around the bend," he said when Brian paused for breath. "We're going to the Bahamas for a few days, you asshole. Jesus Christ!"
Brian took a graceless step back, relief making him clumsy. He swiped at the flop sweat on his upper lip. "Bahamas?" he echoed, then added with casual interest, "Really? 'T's nice this time of year."
Justin sighed, rolled his eyes, and employed the rest of his entire body to convey how ridiculous he found Brian by flouncing out to the kitchen. Brian knew such sentiment was temporary and graciously ignored it.
"So, you made up your mind about Boston yet?" he asked politely as he followed close behind.
Justin glared at him over his shoulder. "I can't believe you. You'd think nothing could surprise me anymore, but I cannot fucking believe you."
"Yeah, I'm a real mystery," Brian agreed. "So this Bahamas thing...you celebrating the start of a beautiful new life together or..."
"I'm not having this conversation with you," Justin said.
Brian snorted at that. "Actually, you already had this conversation with me." He smiled and added helpfully, "And now we're having it again."
"No we're not."
"Yeah, we really are."
"Look, consider it a...a moment of weakness that I even told you anything about it, okay? Better yet, just forget I mentioned it at all."
"Aw, come on Sunshine, you know how much I enjoy a nice long dish about feelings and life choices and all those wonderful things!"
Justin shook his head, his face a study in irritated disbelief. Brian proffered the most angelic look he could muster which only made Justin roll his eyes.
"We're...talking," he finally said, concentrating far more than necessary removing clean plates from the dishwasher. He made a sour face, then gave Brian a look of mocking sincerity and said, "I'd try to help you understand what that means, but I've got to pack for my vacation."
He headed back toward the discarded suitcase, but Brian stopped him in his tracks.
"Don't do it," Brian said, his heart thudding painfully against his ribcage as he spoke. "Don't go."
Standing still in the doorway, Justin spoke with his back to Brian. "I'm not passing up a free trip to the tropics," he said lightly, pretending to misunderstand.
Brian's eyes narrowed. "Fuck that, you know what I'm saying. Don't do it."
Justin turned and stared at him, and every hurt Brian had ever inflicted, every hateful thing he'd ever said or done was laid bare in those blue eyes. "You have no right to say that," Justin said, his voice a strangled whisper. "God damn you, Brian! No fucking right!"
Brian had to look away, but then he forced himself to meet Justin's gaze. He shrugged, acknowledging the truth of it at least. "I have no right to do most of the shit I do," he said. "But I do it anyway. Don't. Go."
Justin abruptly stalked back to the kitchen, fists clenched at his side. "Go, stay, go, stay! You think I'm your fucking dog!"
"Ha! My fucking dog wouldn't make an idiotic decision to follow some fucking crone all over the planet out of some misguided sense of obligation!"
"Fuck you! You have no idea why I do anything!"
"Christ that is so fucking rich! I know why you choose Frosted fucking Flakes instead of Fruit Loops in the morning. I know why you do every last fucking thing you do, so don't try to sell me some fucking shit about not knowing you!"
"What's shit is you thinking I'm with Dan because I owe him. He's fucking brilliant, Brian! He's smart and funny, and so fucking good to me you wouldn't understand in a million years what he means to me!" Justin headed to the media room and started blindly collecting the text books cluttering the coffee table.
Brian followed right behind, "Here's what I understand--you can't stay with someone because you're too fucking scared to cut them loose!"
Without warning, Justin lifted the books over his head and heaved them across the room. They hit a lamp, and the light bulb shattered as it hit the floor. "Fuck you!" Justin shouted over the sound of breaking glass. "You can't cut someone loose because you're too fucking scared to stay with them!"
Brian flinched, the touche implied as he stepped back and took a deep breath. For awhile the only sound was both of them trying to catch their breath. When Brian finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. "We're not finished yet, Justin," he said and he held his hands out in surrender, shrugging helplessly to show the truth wasn't his fault-it just was. "You know that," he said, voice soft and seductive, luring Justin into accepting his words. "Like you know you've gotta keep suckin' air down your lungs. We're not done."
"That's such fucking shit!" Justin said. "You finished us, Brian! We're fucking done because you finished us! You can't just waltz in here and try to undo what you did!"
"Bull shit!" Brian said. "Bull fucking shit! After Ethan, all you had to say was 'Take me back,' and I did! That was it! And I never asked how I could trust you again, and I never wondered if it would happen again, and I never fucking looked back!"
Justin gave an inarticulate shout of utter frustration. "Until you kicked me out of my fucking home and tried to ship me out of the state!"
"Christ!" Brian yelled, eyes to heaven, as if searching for a voice of reason. "If you're just gonna bring that up every single time shit doesn't go your way..."
Justin grabbed a fistful of hair and gave another growl of frustration. "Oh my God, this is fucking unbelievable! Go home, Brian, all right? Leave me the fuck alone and go home!"
With nothing left to say, Brian grabbed the back of Justin's head and fiercely pressed his lips to Justin's. He shoved his tongue into Justin's mouth and figured if all else failed, maybe he'd get his message to sink in through fucking osmosis.
If the ability to finish a WIP came in a bottle, we'd all have one, wouldn't we?
I hate it that this story has languished for, oh, gosh, looks like almost a year or thereabouts, but I can only write when the spirit moves me, and the spirit has been really busy doing something...else. I guess. I'm looking around for something to show for my otherwise occupied spirit, but I'm not seeing anything concrete.
Well, the spirit is a funny thing, and the last few days, I've found myself working a bit on this story. I've written enough to at least post a bit of a teaser for Part 9!
I should probably tell you that I never really watched much of QAF's Season 4--I looked at a few scenes up through 404, but that's about it. I've probably lost some of the Brian and Justin voices, but I can't stand the thought of leaving this fic unfinished! I'm hoping that posting the teaser will give me even more momentum to get this bad boy finished!
The One Where Justin's With Another Guy, and Brian Interferes, Teaser for Part 9
The more Brian thought about it, the more he could not fucking believe Justin was even considering moving out of state with that fucking doctor. Brian had witnessed more than one of the little shit's disastrous decisions, but come on. This was fucking off the charts.
He stewed about it for two days. Whether sitting in his car at a red light, pacing around the darkened loft, or waiting for a client to pick up the God damned phone, he'd slowly shake his head at the blinding stupidity of the whole idea.
It's not that he was surprised to find himself pulling up in the driveway of Justin's little playhouse, but he couldn't recall actually arriving at the decision to do it, either.
It was early in the afternoon, and Justin's car was in the driveway. He would have walked right in the front door, but for some stupid reason, it was locked so he hit the doorbell and kept hitting it until a flushed and irritated Justin threw open the door. "Jesus, what?!"
Brian saw a suitcase in Justin's hands and lost it. "Are you fucking out of your mind?" he screamed, snatching the suitcase from a shocked Justin and tossing it toward the stairs. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You think you can just hightail it out of town and no one's gonna do anything about it? What, you're gonna go to fucking Boston and play house with some Dudley Doright asshole? You wanna live out some God damned fucking Leave-It-To-Fucking-Beaver fantasy in God damned mother fucking suburbia? You think that's gonna happen, you fucking shit? Is that what you fucking think? Is it?"
Justin just stood there through the entire diatribe, his face morphing from confusion to disbelief to anger, finally settling into sheer amazement. "You have finally gone completely around the bend," he said when Brian paused for breath. "We're going to the Bahamas for a few days, you asshole. Jesus Christ!"
Brian took a graceless step back, relief making him clumsy. He swiped at the flop sweat on his upper lip. "Bahamas?" he echoed, then added with casual interest, "Really? 'T's nice this time of year."
Justin sighed, rolled his eyes, and employed the rest of his entire body to convey how ridiculous he found Brian by flouncing out to the kitchen. Brian knew such sentiment was temporary and graciously ignored it.
"So, you made up your mind about Boston yet?" he asked politely as he followed close behind.
Justin glared at him over his shoulder. "I can't believe you. You'd think nothing could surprise me anymore, but I cannot fucking believe you."
"Yeah, I'm a real mystery," Brian agreed. "So this Bahamas thing...you celebrating the start of a beautiful new life together or..."
"I'm not having this conversation with you," Justin said.
Brian snorted at that. "Actually, you already had this conversation with me." He smiled and added helpfully, "And now we're having it again."
"No we're not."
"Yeah, we really are."
"Look, consider it a...a moment of weakness that I even told you anything about it, okay? Better yet, just forget I mentioned it at all."
"Aw, come on Sunshine, you know how much I enjoy a nice long dish about feelings and life choices and all those wonderful things!"
Justin shook his head, his face a study in irritated disbelief. Brian proffered the most angelic look he could muster which only made Justin roll his eyes.
"We're...talking," he finally said, concentrating far more than necessary removing clean plates from the dishwasher. He made a sour face, then gave Brian a look of mocking sincerity and said, "I'd try to help you understand what that means, but I've got to pack for my vacation."
He headed back toward the discarded suitcase, but Brian stopped him in his tracks.
"Don't do it," Brian said, his heart thudding painfully against his ribcage as he spoke. "Don't go."
Standing still in the doorway, Justin spoke with his back to Brian. "I'm not passing up a free trip to the tropics," he said lightly, pretending to misunderstand.
Brian's eyes narrowed. "Fuck that, you know what I'm saying. Don't do it."
Justin turned and stared at him, and every hurt Brian had ever inflicted, every hateful thing he'd ever said or done was laid bare in those blue eyes. "You have no right to say that," Justin said, his voice a strangled whisper. "God damn you, Brian! No fucking right!"
Brian had to look away, but then he forced himself to meet Justin's gaze. He shrugged, acknowledging the truth of it at least. "I have no right to do most of the shit I do," he said. "But I do it anyway. Don't. Go."
Justin abruptly stalked back to the kitchen, fists clenched at his side. "Go, stay, go, stay! You think I'm your fucking dog!"
"Ha! My fucking dog wouldn't make an idiotic decision to follow some fucking crone all over the planet out of some misguided sense of obligation!"
"Fuck you! You have no idea why I do anything!"
"Christ that is so fucking rich! I know why you choose Frosted fucking Flakes instead of Fruit Loops in the morning. I know why you do every last fucking thing you do, so don't try to sell me some fucking shit about not knowing you!"
"What's shit is you thinking I'm with Dan because I owe him. He's fucking brilliant, Brian! He's smart and funny, and so fucking good to me you wouldn't understand in a million years what he means to me!" Justin headed to the media room and started blindly collecting the text books cluttering the coffee table.
Brian followed right behind, "Here's what I understand--you can't stay with someone because you're too fucking scared to cut them loose!"
Without warning, Justin lifted the books over his head and heaved them across the room. They hit a lamp, and the light bulb shattered as it hit the floor. "Fuck you!" Justin shouted over the sound of breaking glass. "You can't cut someone loose because you're too fucking scared to stay with them!"
Brian flinched, the touche implied as he stepped back and took a deep breath. For awhile the only sound was both of them trying to catch their breath. When Brian finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. "We're not finished yet, Justin," he said and he held his hands out in surrender, shrugging helplessly to show the truth wasn't his fault-it just was. "You know that," he said, voice soft and seductive, luring Justin into accepting his words. "Like you know you've gotta keep suckin' air down your lungs. We're not done."
"That's such fucking shit!" Justin said. "You finished us, Brian! We're fucking done because you finished us! You can't just waltz in here and try to undo what you did!"
"Bull shit!" Brian said. "Bull fucking shit! After Ethan, all you had to say was 'Take me back,' and I did! That was it! And I never asked how I could trust you again, and I never wondered if it would happen again, and I never fucking looked back!"
Justin gave an inarticulate shout of utter frustration. "Until you kicked me out of my fucking home and tried to ship me out of the state!"
"Christ!" Brian yelled, eyes to heaven, as if searching for a voice of reason. "If you're just gonna bring that up every single time shit doesn't go your way..."
Justin grabbed a fistful of hair and gave another growl of frustration. "Oh my God, this is fucking unbelievable! Go home, Brian, all right? Leave me the fuck alone and go home!"
With nothing left to say, Brian grabbed the back of Justin's head and fiercely pressed his lips to Justin's. He shoved his tongue into Justin's mouth and figured if all else failed, maybe he'd get his message to sink in through fucking osmosis.