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A little drabble that I wish someone else would finish.
B/J
PG
No spoilers
A peaceful Saturday afternoon, each settled at either end of the long white couch.
“Brian, I’ve been thinking.” Justin glanced over at Brian, lounging, reading a trade magazine. Brian raised his eyebrows and started to speak.
“Don’t say it.”
Brian shrugged and went back to reading.
“You have to teach me to drive stick.” Again, with the eyebrows. The beautiful mouth opened.
“Brian.” Another shrug. Another return to his magazine.
“Brian, I never got my driver’s license. My learner’s permit expired after. . . I moved out of my parent’s house. I just got another one, but until I can take the test I have to drive with an adult. . . .” The eyes came up from the page; the mouth opened. Justin cut him off.
“Yeah, yeah, but beggars can’t be choosers. Anyway, in order to drive with you, I have to drive your car. And it’s a standard. So- you have to teach me to drive a stick.” Justin put on his best QED face.
“No.” The long, lean, lump spoke.
“We’ll start tomorrow.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not letting you practice grinding gears in my classic Corvette, let alone coming along for the thrill.”
“Brian.” Bad sign. Whining mode.
“No.”
New tactic. “Brian, it’s in your best interest to teach me to drive your car. What about all those nights you’ve had one too many, or the times you want me to pick up your dry cleaning, or. . . want to leave Babylon with someone else and they have a car.” Eyebrows up again.
“Since when are you willing to enable that?”
Right. Try again. “What if Gus got hurt while I was watching him?”
“Uh huh. And where am I when that happens if not with or in my car? There’s a reason this city has cabs, Sunshine. Just send me the bills.”
Justin slumped back against the couch and hummpphed. And thought.
“Fine. I’ll just get Ted to teach me.”
“Ted doesn’t drive a standard. He drives an Edsel.”
Justin ignored this. “It’s fine. I’ll just get Ted to drive with me until I can take the test. Then I’ll have my license and can practice driving stick without you.”
Eyebrows up. “Whose stick?”
“Yours, of course.”
“Not while I live and breathe.”
“Fine by me. But if I don’t get to drive the stick I want, I won’t be driving any stick.”
It was Justin’s turn to waggle his eyebrows.
“Now you’re threatening to withhold sex to get want you want? When did you turn into such a country club wife?”
Justin flashed his most brilliant smile. Trailed his finger lightly up Brian’s long long leg and up his fly.
Brian considered him. Considered the hand at his crotch.
“Fine,” he spat, “but you so much as forget to put on a blinker and we’re done. And no parallel parking. In fact, no backing up at all. There’s too much room for error and you’re too short to see over the back fender.”
Justin tuned out everything after the acquiescence and followed his hand with his body until he was lying full length on Brian. He cupped his hand around Brian’s head and purred in his ear. “I’ll take you parking. You can relive your youth.”
Justin rolled quickly to avoid the swat but wasn’t fast enough to escape the long legs that chased him and caught him at the base of the steps. Brian threw a squealing Justin over his shoulder and deposited him unceremoniously on the bed.
“First lesson. And you better be saving up, ‘cause they’re going to cost you.”
B/J
PG
No spoilers
A peaceful Saturday afternoon, each settled at either end of the long white couch.
“Brian, I’ve been thinking.” Justin glanced over at Brian, lounging, reading a trade magazine. Brian raised his eyebrows and started to speak.
“Don’t say it.”
Brian shrugged and went back to reading.
“You have to teach me to drive stick.” Again, with the eyebrows. The beautiful mouth opened.
“Brian.” Another shrug. Another return to his magazine.
“Brian, I never got my driver’s license. My learner’s permit expired after. . . I moved out of my parent’s house. I just got another one, but until I can take the test I have to drive with an adult. . . .” The eyes came up from the page; the mouth opened. Justin cut him off.
“Yeah, yeah, but beggars can’t be choosers. Anyway, in order to drive with you, I have to drive your car. And it’s a standard. So- you have to teach me to drive a stick.” Justin put on his best QED face.
“No.” The long, lean, lump spoke.
“We’ll start tomorrow.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not letting you practice grinding gears in my classic Corvette, let alone coming along for the thrill.”
“Brian.” Bad sign. Whining mode.
“No.”
New tactic. “Brian, it’s in your best interest to teach me to drive your car. What about all those nights you’ve had one too many, or the times you want me to pick up your dry cleaning, or. . . want to leave Babylon with someone else and they have a car.” Eyebrows up again.
“Since when are you willing to enable that?”
Right. Try again. “What if Gus got hurt while I was watching him?”
“Uh huh. And where am I when that happens if not with or in my car? There’s a reason this city has cabs, Sunshine. Just send me the bills.”
Justin slumped back against the couch and hummpphed. And thought.
“Fine. I’ll just get Ted to teach me.”
“Ted doesn’t drive a standard. He drives an Edsel.”
Justin ignored this. “It’s fine. I’ll just get Ted to drive with me until I can take the test. Then I’ll have my license and can practice driving stick without you.”
Eyebrows up. “Whose stick?”
“Yours, of course.”
“Not while I live and breathe.”
“Fine by me. But if I don’t get to drive the stick I want, I won’t be driving any stick.”
It was Justin’s turn to waggle his eyebrows.
“Now you’re threatening to withhold sex to get want you want? When did you turn into such a country club wife?”
Justin flashed his most brilliant smile. Trailed his finger lightly up Brian’s long long leg and up his fly.
Brian considered him. Considered the hand at his crotch.
“Fine,” he spat, “but you so much as forget to put on a blinker and we’re done. And no parallel parking. In fact, no backing up at all. There’s too much room for error and you’re too short to see over the back fender.”
Justin tuned out everything after the acquiescence and followed his hand with his body until he was lying full length on Brian. He cupped his hand around Brian’s head and purred in his ear. “I’ll take you parking. You can relive your youth.”
Justin rolled quickly to avoid the swat but wasn’t fast enough to escape the long legs that chased him and caught him at the base of the steps. Brian threw a squealing Justin over his shoulder and deposited him unceremoniously on the bed.
“First lesson. And you better be saving up, ‘cause they’re going to cost you.”