Still Good
Title: Still Good
Author: a_life_defiant
Beta: none, all mistakes are mine.
Time-frame: post 513
Genre:Song!fic (inspired by SHINee's "Wowowow")
Warnings: none (I give you no pain with this one - only love)
Word count: 1,079
Summary: Some days are just so much better than others.
Disclaimer: Blah blah, don't own, blah blah, iz not rollin in teh benjamins, blah blah, fuck off, blah blah.
A/N: I'm still feeling out of sorts with my writing. However, I heard this song. It was like bathing in sunlight. I normally include lyrics with my song!fics, but I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess none of you speak/read Korean. So needless to say, the characters would be pointless. BUT if you follow THIS LINK you can give it a listen if you like. ^^ Even if you don't understand anything they say - the way the song is, well you can just feel what it's about. And now I shut up.
Justin POV
Today was weird. I woke up so….just so fucking happy. I’ve been smiling like an idiot all morning, and I still can’t figure it out. It’s like that feeling I get before a showing. Excited, nervous as fuck, but still good; just really fucking good. It’s almost like the atmosphere has shifted. I mean, I know it hasn’t - with the current humidity in the air, the odds of that are…….near impossible. If only Brian could hear me now. His ‘personal PSA spokesperson’.
We actually haven’t talked in a while, but thinking about it now - well, I’m not sad. Something about today just feels so fresh that it can’t be tainted by anything. It’s almost like a penny flattened on the railroad tracks. Shiny and pressed out to perfection. You know what was there before, but you can’t see any trace of it now. All that’s left is a beautiful, blank piece of glimmering copper. Huh, copper. That reminds me, I need to get more copper paint…I should probably go out and pick some up. Why not? I don’t have any other plans today. Oh! And maybe I’ll even swing by that place that makes those really amazing smoothies. Normally I’d be mainlining the coffee, but I’m already so alert; what would be the point?
***
Damn, even the sun seems brighter today. The breeze is blowing just the right amount too. Ok, ok, I’m starting to sound like I’m on something. If Brian were here, he’d ask me what I took, and get pissy that I didn’t share.
Brian.
Fuck, I must be on something, because even random guys walking out of the smoothie shop are starting to look like - holy fuck. It’s him. And he’s walking in my direction……oh fuck oh fuck oh - hey. No, this is good. Really fucking good, actually. This feels….like it’s going to be ok. It’s not going to be weird, it’s just going to be.
Even if we only look at each other, that would be enough. It still feels the same.
***
It’s like all the unimportant bullshit has just fallen away. I can’t even remember what the fuck I was running out to get. Fucking hilarious. I rake a hand through my hair; even though I know it looks fine. I still want to seem nonchalant, no matter how hard my heart is pounding in my chest. Like a toddler having a tantrum - it just gets louder the more I try to make it calm down.
After what seems like fifty years of walking, he’s right in front of me. Huh, he’s got two smoothies. But there’s no one….
“I hope you still like strawberry-banana, because I’m not drinking that shit if you don’t.” He quips as he gives me that smirk - you know…the one that simultaneously gives me butterflies and makes my pants fit too tight. One random sentence, though in Kinney-speak it says one thing loud and clear. ‘I still love you.’
I think today might actually be the best day of my life.
***
It’s such a nice day; I have the windows open in the apartment. The breeze is swishing his hair gently across his eyebrow, and all I want to do is reach out and tuck it behind his ear. Fuck this smoothie; I actually really don’t want it anymore. I set it on the edge of the coffee table as I reach out to touch him. It falls of and onto the floor, but it’s just so insignificant at the moment - I can’t be bothered to give a fuck.
I’d rather get fucked.
So I do.
Brian’s soy-protein-non-fat whateverthefuck has also joined my smoothie in its death on my hardwood. I’m not bothered.
I’m rather preoccupied with Brian’s tongue in my hole. God, when the hell did he get all my clo- oh who the fuck cares? I - YES. Right there, rightfuckingthere. I can’t even try to hold it back; I just shatter into a million different directions, as I cum so hard that I forget breathing is a necessity. The burning in my lungs quickly reminds me of that little fact.
“Roll over; I want to see your face while I fuck you into oblivion.” Ah, there’s that unparalleled Kinney-romance.
I comply, but only because I really just want to attack his mouth. I meld my tongue against his, as I nibble at his upper lip. He makes the cutest little moans when I do that - not that I’d ever tell him. And it may have been a while, but there are just some things that are permanently ingrained in my memory.
He buries his cock in deep; so deep I think he damaged my voice box, but it feels so fucking good. Feels right. I could even put it to words if I tried. But he’s pulling out and slamming back into me, and I don’t give a flying fuck about trying anything - other than picking up the pace.
***
And we’re getting close, but time seems to be going slower. It’s like or world is on half time. The sun’s streaming in and hitting Brian across the back; illuminating every last sinew of perfect musculature. Creating shadows as the muscles ripple with effort. Then he’s grabbing onto my hand as he buries his face in my neck; both of us exploding into nothingness. Drifting in that floaty place you go after you cum.
As he’s lying on top of me, catching his breath, something strikes me. This was something new. No calls, no emails - just him here, unasked; but always welcome. And how in the hell was it that I was out at the exact time, going to the exact place I needed to be, without even knowing it? I’m not one to believe in destiny or miracles, but I really don’t know how else to put it.
We just lay here and breathe for what seems like days. Eventually he moves off me and to the side.
Propping his head on his arm, he regards me closely. After a few long minutes he finally speaks.
“Wanna go again?” He arches a brow at me, and while I understand the obvious, I also see what he really means.
“Yes.”
I don’t think I’ll ever know what fully quitting Brian feels like. It never seems to be something I can manage. No matter what gets in our way, we always find our way back. And it’s still good; really fucking good.
Author: a_life_defiant
Beta: none, all mistakes are mine.
Time-frame: post 513
Genre:Song!fic (inspired by SHINee's "Wowowow")
Warnings: none (I give you no pain with this one - only love)
Word count: 1,079
Summary: Some days are just so much better than others.
Disclaimer: Blah blah, don't own, blah blah, iz not rollin in teh benjamins, blah blah, fuck off, blah blah.
A/N: I'm still feeling out of sorts with my writing. However, I heard this song. It was like bathing in sunlight. I normally include lyrics with my song!fics, but I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess none of you speak/read Korean. So needless to say, the characters would be pointless. BUT if you follow THIS LINK you can give it a listen if you like. ^^ Even if you don't understand anything they say - the way the song is, well you can just feel what it's about. And now I shut up.
Justin POV
Today was weird. I woke up so….just so fucking happy. I’ve been smiling like an idiot all morning, and I still can’t figure it out. It’s like that feeling I get before a showing. Excited, nervous as fuck, but still good; just really fucking good. It’s almost like the atmosphere has shifted. I mean, I know it hasn’t - with the current humidity in the air, the odds of that are…….near impossible. If only Brian could hear me now. His ‘personal PSA spokesperson’.
We actually haven’t talked in a while, but thinking about it now - well, I’m not sad. Something about today just feels so fresh that it can’t be tainted by anything. It’s almost like a penny flattened on the railroad tracks. Shiny and pressed out to perfection. You know what was there before, but you can’t see any trace of it now. All that’s left is a beautiful, blank piece of glimmering copper. Huh, copper. That reminds me, I need to get more copper paint…I should probably go out and pick some up. Why not? I don’t have any other plans today. Oh! And maybe I’ll even swing by that place that makes those really amazing smoothies. Normally I’d be mainlining the coffee, but I’m already so alert; what would be the point?
***
Damn, even the sun seems brighter today. The breeze is blowing just the right amount too. Ok, ok, I’m starting to sound like I’m on something. If Brian were here, he’d ask me what I took, and get pissy that I didn’t share.
Brian.
Fuck, I must be on something, because even random guys walking out of the smoothie shop are starting to look like - holy fuck. It’s him. And he’s walking in my direction……oh fuck oh fuck oh - hey. No, this is good. Really fucking good, actually. This feels….like it’s going to be ok. It’s not going to be weird, it’s just going to be.
Even if we only look at each other, that would be enough. It still feels the same.
***
It’s like all the unimportant bullshit has just fallen away. I can’t even remember what the fuck I was running out to get. Fucking hilarious. I rake a hand through my hair; even though I know it looks fine. I still want to seem nonchalant, no matter how hard my heart is pounding in my chest. Like a toddler having a tantrum - it just gets louder the more I try to make it calm down.
After what seems like fifty years of walking, he’s right in front of me. Huh, he’s got two smoothies. But there’s no one….
“I hope you still like strawberry-banana, because I’m not drinking that shit if you don’t.” He quips as he gives me that smirk - you know…the one that simultaneously gives me butterflies and makes my pants fit too tight. One random sentence, though in Kinney-speak it says one thing loud and clear. ‘I still love you.’
I think today might actually be the best day of my life.
***
It’s such a nice day; I have the windows open in the apartment. The breeze is swishing his hair gently across his eyebrow, and all I want to do is reach out and tuck it behind his ear. Fuck this smoothie; I actually really don’t want it anymore. I set it on the edge of the coffee table as I reach out to touch him. It falls of and onto the floor, but it’s just so insignificant at the moment - I can’t be bothered to give a fuck.
I’d rather get fucked.
So I do.
Brian’s soy-protein-non-fat whateverthefuck has also joined my smoothie in its death on my hardwood. I’m not bothered.
I’m rather preoccupied with Brian’s tongue in my hole. God, when the hell did he get all my clo- oh who the fuck cares? I - YES. Right there, rightfuckingthere. I can’t even try to hold it back; I just shatter into a million different directions, as I cum so hard that I forget breathing is a necessity. The burning in my lungs quickly reminds me of that little fact.
“Roll over; I want to see your face while I fuck you into oblivion.” Ah, there’s that unparalleled Kinney-romance.
I comply, but only because I really just want to attack his mouth. I meld my tongue against his, as I nibble at his upper lip. He makes the cutest little moans when I do that - not that I’d ever tell him. And it may have been a while, but there are just some things that are permanently ingrained in my memory.
He buries his cock in deep; so deep I think he damaged my voice box, but it feels so fucking good. Feels right. I could even put it to words if I tried. But he’s pulling out and slamming back into me, and I don’t give a flying fuck about trying anything - other than picking up the pace.
***
And we’re getting close, but time seems to be going slower. It’s like or world is on half time. The sun’s streaming in and hitting Brian across the back; illuminating every last sinew of perfect musculature. Creating shadows as the muscles ripple with effort. Then he’s grabbing onto my hand as he buries his face in my neck; both of us exploding into nothingness. Drifting in that floaty place you go after you cum.
As he’s lying on top of me, catching his breath, something strikes me. This was something new. No calls, no emails - just him here, unasked; but always welcome. And how in the hell was it that I was out at the exact time, going to the exact place I needed to be, without even knowing it? I’m not one to believe in destiny or miracles, but I really don’t know how else to put it.
We just lay here and breathe for what seems like days. Eventually he moves off me and to the side.
Propping his head on his arm, he regards me closely. After a few long minutes he finally speaks.
“Wanna go again?” He arches a brow at me, and while I understand the obvious, I also see what he really means.
“Yes.”
I don’t think I’ll ever know what fully quitting Brian feels like. It never seems to be something I can manage. No matter what gets in our way, we always find our way back. And it’s still good; really fucking good.