[For Michael] When life gives you lemons...get high.

[queer_as_brian]

The stitches were out and Brian was down to only taking a vicodin when he did too much and made his leg start hurting. He definitely wasn't doing too much at the moment, however. He was stretched out on his bed, shirtless, in bright blue lounge pants, flipping idly through a Time magazine the bookshelf had surrendered, from four years in his future, and considering a nap. The articles were depressing. Bush was destroying the country, it sounded like, and fags were one of his prime targets in his war against anything that wasn't Christian and white and morally pleasing. Reading the shit was pissing him off, even moreso because there was nothing he could do, here or back in Pittsburgh.

Yeah, sleep was a good idea. And then Justin could give him a blowjob when he got back. He smiled at that thought and closed the magazine, setting it on the bed next to him and closing his eyes.