Fic: Five Years 1/1 (Based on new sexy photo of Gale!)
(Click for full image. Thanks to kinwad for the pic!)
Title: 5 Years
Series: Queer as Folk
Pairings: Br/M
Rating: PG
Warnings: Inspired by this picture, a quick 3 page piece of romance / fluff / d'awwuh.
“Yes, ma, we're fine,” Michael said into his cell phone patiently, dropping his luggage at the foot of the large plush bed. He flopped onto his back, sighing happily and wriggling on the burgundy silk comforter. “The plane didn't crash or anything.”
“Obviously,” Brian drawled as he entered the room. His turquoise button-up shirt was unbuttoned just at the top, and his sleeves were rolled up against the summer heat, showing off the muscle tone of his lower arms. Brian's hazel gaze swept across the room as he lowered his sunglasses.
“The hotel?” Michael smiled, watching Brian's back as he strode to the window, sliding the curtains open with both hands, looking down over the people below like Rage looking over Gayopolis. “It's perfect.”
Brian snorted. “Not perfect,” he mumbled, turning and pulling out a cigarette. “It's no smoking.” He pulled out his lighter and lit it, puffing a perfect smoke ring into the air.
Michael rolled his eyes. “I don't know what the pool is like yet, ma, we just walked in the door!” He sat up, kicking his sneakers off and hopping off of the bed, going to the window. Standing next to Brian he looked down, letting out a long, happy sigh. “But the beach looks amazing.”
Brian reached for the window and unlocked it, shoving it open.
A gust of wet, warm air flooded the room. “Okay, ma, I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow.” He sighed, nodding. “Love you, too.”
“Aw, Mikey missing his mommy already?” Brian teased, bumping his hip against Michael's.
“Asshole,” Michael replied fondly, glancing at him. “She just worries about us.”
Brian rolled his eyes and sat heavily in the arm chair next to the window. “It's just a vacation. We'll only be gone a week.” He puffed on his cigarette, staring out at the sea, the beach below, and the waves beyond.
Michael followed his gaze, looking down at the people sunbathing on the sand below. “Can't believe you got us such a fancy place,” he mumbled.
Brian snorted. “Can't believe you didn't let me get something fancier.”
Michael smiled, still staring out at the ocean, tasting the salt in the air. “What's fancier? The bridal suite?”
Brian blew a cloud of smoke at him in response.
Michael coughed, fanning it away. “Jerk.”
Brian chuckled, smirking at him.
Michael couldn't help but smile back. He turned back to the window, inhaling the scent of sea air and sun and sand. On the beach, children squealed and ran across the sand, stopping only to chase the waves and build sandcastles. “It's really beautiful.”
“I could have rented a townhouse with a private beach,” Brian began.
Michael tugged on his t-shirt as it rode up his back, sticky with a thin sheen of sweat from the heat outside. “You know I don't feel comfortable doing stuff like that.”
“Mikey prefers the life of the commoner,” Brian sighed dramatically, stubbing out his cigarette. “Yes, I know.”
Michael grinned, staring down at the beautiful man sitting before him. “Hah, being married to Brian Kinney hardly makes for a common life.”
Brian tilted his head back, peering at Michael through half-shut eyes, long eyelashes just blocking the hazel from Michael's view. His neck exposed, hair perfectly styled to look like he didn't bother styling it at all, and that purposefully I-don't-give-a-shit stubble he'd been maintaining this year all made him look effortlessly gorgeous.
Of course, Michael thought, he is.
Michael felt the soft summer breeze fluff his hair and he reached into his pockets, removing his wallet. He lay it on the small table next to the chair before kneeling, one leg on either side of Brian, and sat in his husband's lap.
Brian didn't lower his head. Instead, he just stared, silently, with the smallest hint of a smile.
Michael slid his hands up Brian's chest, head ducked. “Five years,” he whispered.
“Mm,” Brian grunted, unmoving.
Michael glanced back up at him from under his lashes. Brian's perfect lips curled into a slow, peaceful smile.
Feeling his cheeks warm with a blush, Michael slid his hands up to Brian's shoulders, grasping them and leaning in until the tips of their noses brushed. Through his jeans he could feel Brian's body shift, unable to stay completely still with Michael this close.
“Why do you look at me like that?” Michael whispered.
Brian blinked one slow blink before dropping his chin and looking Michael directly in the eyes. “I can't help it.”
Michael smiled so hard his eyes almost squinted shut. “Oh?” He straightened the collar of Brian's shirt, stroking his fingers across the silken fabric. “Even after five years of marriage, you still think I'm cute?” He wiggled his ass a little against Brian's thighs.
Brian's grin faded and he tilted his head, staring into Michael's eyes. “Not just cute.”
Michael swallowed hard, just once, before ducking his head again. Even after so many years Brian could surprise him, even today he could catch him off guard, sweep him off his feet.
“Perfect,” Brian exhaled, almost a whisper.
Micahel's eyes widened and he looked up to meet Brian's gaze.
Brian lifted a hand to stroke his fingertips across the flush on Michael's face. “Happy anniversary, Mikey,” he said, voice low and rumbling, full of emotion.
“Happy anniversary,” Michael whispered, his whole body flushing with heat. His heart fluttered in his chest, his hands almost trembling. God, after a lifetime Brian Kinney could still take his breath away.
“You still take my breath away,” Brian whispered, voicing exactly the words in Michael's mind.
Michael ducked his head, resting his forehead against Brian's, sliding his hands back down his firm chest, feeling body heat through the fabric. “You don't have to woo me, you know,” Michael whispered back, voice shaking.
“I'm just telling the truth,” Brian whispered. “I told you we'd end up a couple of old queens in palm springs.”
Michael leaned in for another chaste kiss. “We're not old. We aren't even forty.”
“Yet,” Brian mumbled. “But at least you'll be here when I am.”
“And fifty, and sixty, and seventy, and-” Michael teased.
“-Christ don't remind me,” Brian groaned.
Michael's smile widened. He grasped the collar of Brian's shirt and rested his forehead against Brian's. “I love you,” he said.
Brian's eyes widened, and there was that moment again, the moment of complete, unrestricted emotion, and total awe at Michael's love for him. “Love you, too, Mikey,” he finally replied, voice soft.
Michael pressed his lips to Brian's, nipping his plump lower lip before letting his tongue slip past Brian's lips to taste him.
Brian's hands slid down Michael's back, over the curve of his ass, resting there. The kiss broke and Brian's smile widened, his eyes squinted half-shut, and a flush spread across his cheeks and nose to match the one on Michael's face. “Does this mean you'll go skinny dipping with me tonight?”
Michael giggled, squirming in Brian's lap as Brian's fingertips dug into his ticklish ribs. “In front of all the kids?”
“After the kiddies go to beddy-by, and the tourists are out getting drunk,” Brian mumbled, pulling him back into another soft kiss. “Then it's just you, me, the water, and the stars.”
With a soft sigh, Michael shut his eyes and smiled against Brian's lips. “I never could say no to you.”
Brian rested his head back again, peering down at Michael with the most peaceful smile Michael had ever seen on his best friend's - his husband's - face. “Tell me that will never change,” he whispered.
Michael ducked his head, placing his tongue flat against Brian's throat, then ran up the length of it to just below his ear before breathing into it. “Never. And I'll never stop loving you.”
Brian gasped, grasped the back of Michael's head, and pulled him into a searing kiss.
Outside the sea splashed and the breeze blew and the smell of sand and surf floated into the hotel room, but the two men entwined on the chair, bodies rocking together as clothes were tossed to the floor, only noticed the sun, and the shadows it cast over each other's bodies as they came together once again.