fluffy encore
Fic #25/50 for my fanfic50 table
Prompt: 037. Paranoid
Title: Any Minute Now
Fandom: Queer as Folk (US)
Characters: Brian/Justin
Timeframe: post-513
Genre: superfluff, schmoop
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~800
Summary: B/J do mini-vacation. Or do they? (Basically, just another day in Sake’s fluffverse.)
Disclaimer: Cowlip owns, I don't. Though I'd be the better mom. Just sayin'.
Any Minute Now
by sakesushimaki
“Do you want to just… go away?“ he asks one night, shutting off the TV and dropping the remote on the couch.
“Go away?”
“Yeah, like, go somewhere for a couple of days.”
“Um, okay?”
“Good,” he says, patting the sofa and getting up. “I’ll make some arrangements.”
“Oh-kay?”
Justin remains sitting on the sofa and stares at the spot Brian occupied five seconds ago. He frowns.
He’s going to give Brian five minutes to amend all that has just been implied. One asshole remark and Justin will know that he didn’t mean a thing. Justin knows it.
Ten minutes go by, still nothing, and he turns the TV back on. He can’t bring himself to really listen, but he can always catch the latest war updates in the morning.
When he gets up thirty minutes later for a trip to the fridge, he finds Brian at the computer, printing off what looks suspiciously like resort information. Stunned, he moves on and gives the jelly a What-the-fuck look before putting it back in the fridge, because clearly, it can take it.
Brian doesn’t seem to even notice him passing by, too focused on his research.
Justin plops down again on the sofa. He takes the first bites of his PB&J and reminds himself that he can’t let his guard down yet. A vacation with Brian? Not fucking likely to happen. The last time he checked, the sky was still void of flying farm animals. Brian’s going to realize that it was a mistake and destroy any naïve fantasy of vacation that Justin is - even though he tries not to - fleshing out in his head.
Any minute now.
+
It is Brian who announces their vacation plans to the gang. Justin would’ve kept his mouth shut till they returned - he is not going to take any chances.
Strangely, the news doesn’t seem to stir too much excitement amongst their friends. Debbie only comments on how dangerous Mexico could be this time of the year (whatever the hell that meant) and Emmett shows moderate interest in their beach apparel.
The rest just wishes them a nice trip and assumes Brian to be merely going along with Justin’s idea.
Justin doesn’t bother correcting them.
+
Justin’s going to wake up from this dream. Any minute now.
He’s going to wake up at home, at the loft, to Brian turning on the shower. He’ll have to get up soon.
But the pillows feel too fluffy. And there’s no shower running. For a moment he thinks Brian must’ve already left, but then he hears the light snore beside him.
Holy shit, they really are here.
Justin grins at the handcrafted ceiling for a moment before rolling over and plastering himself to Brian.
“Lemme sleep.”
“Sorry,” Justin says and doesn’t mean it at all. Brian’s neck smells wonderful and he takes a nip.
Brian groans his protest, but turns into Justin.
“Wanna go check out the pool?”
“Sleep.”
“Pleaaaaase.”
Brian’s eyes still defiantly closed, his eyebrows form a wrinkle and Justin feels a bit guilty. He should really let Brian restore on sleep.
He doesn’t feel so guilty anymore when Brian’s hand strokes down his side and comes to rest on his ass. “Go get some breakfast or go draw or whatever. You can wake me in an hour with a blowjob and then we can go check out the pool.”
“Okay,” Justin says and presses mini-kisses along Brian’s jaw.
He ends up staying just where he is for the next hour and a half.
+
Justin eyes the notebook angrily as it makes its soft booting noises. Unfortunately, he really is no position to complain. Brian didn’t turn on the thing once in the last three days.
Justin gets up to go to the restroom, nodding at the creepy-friendly flight attendant who’s sorting through a big stack of magazines and arranging muffins on a plate as he passes her. Great, only blueberry. One of the things the world could perfectly well do without is blueberry muffins.
Even in the tiny bathroom mirror under the harsh airplane light Justin can see his tan. Of course it’s pathetic in comparison to Brian’s gorgeous golden brown, but whatever, he’s still proud of his tan lines.
Back in his seat, he finds a newspaper, two of his favorite magazines and a chocolate muffin on the table before him.
“I thought they only had blueberry?” he asks, blinking.
Brian just shrugs and continues typing, and Justin fights to contain the sudden rush of love giddiness.
Brian’s hand drops to the armrest as he operates the ridiculously small travel mouse with the other. Justin grabs it, lifts it to his face and presses his lips to the palm, then drops both their hands to his thigh. He closes his eyes and thinks he’s going to fucking die from his love for this man.
He feels Brian’s fingers curl a bit tighter around his hand and hears him finishing his email with one hand.
Yes, any minute now.
Prompt: 037. Paranoid
Title: Any Minute Now
Fandom: Queer as Folk (US)
Characters: Brian/Justin
Timeframe: post-513
Genre: superfluff, schmoop
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~800
Summary: B/J do mini-vacation. Or do they? (Basically, just another day in Sake’s fluffverse.)
Disclaimer: Cowlip owns, I don't. Though I'd be the better mom. Just sayin'.
Any Minute Now
by sakesushimaki
“Do you want to just… go away?“ he asks one night, shutting off the TV and dropping the remote on the couch.
“Go away?”
“Yeah, like, go somewhere for a couple of days.”
“Um, okay?”
“Good,” he says, patting the sofa and getting up. “I’ll make some arrangements.”
“Oh-kay?”
Justin remains sitting on the sofa and stares at the spot Brian occupied five seconds ago. He frowns.
He’s going to give Brian five minutes to amend all that has just been implied. One asshole remark and Justin will know that he didn’t mean a thing. Justin knows it.
Ten minutes go by, still nothing, and he turns the TV back on. He can’t bring himself to really listen, but he can always catch the latest war updates in the morning.
When he gets up thirty minutes later for a trip to the fridge, he finds Brian at the computer, printing off what looks suspiciously like resort information. Stunned, he moves on and gives the jelly a What-the-fuck look before putting it back in the fridge, because clearly, it can take it.
Brian doesn’t seem to even notice him passing by, too focused on his research.
Justin plops down again on the sofa. He takes the first bites of his PB&J and reminds himself that he can’t let his guard down yet. A vacation with Brian? Not fucking likely to happen. The last time he checked, the sky was still void of flying farm animals. Brian’s going to realize that it was a mistake and destroy any naïve fantasy of vacation that Justin is - even though he tries not to - fleshing out in his head.
Any minute now.
+
It is Brian who announces their vacation plans to the gang. Justin would’ve kept his mouth shut till they returned - he is not going to take any chances.
Strangely, the news doesn’t seem to stir too much excitement amongst their friends. Debbie only comments on how dangerous Mexico could be this time of the year (whatever the hell that meant) and Emmett shows moderate interest in their beach apparel.
The rest just wishes them a nice trip and assumes Brian to be merely going along with Justin’s idea.
Justin doesn’t bother correcting them.
+
Justin’s going to wake up from this dream. Any minute now.
He’s going to wake up at home, at the loft, to Brian turning on the shower. He’ll have to get up soon.
But the pillows feel too fluffy. And there’s no shower running. For a moment he thinks Brian must’ve already left, but then he hears the light snore beside him.
Holy shit, they really are here.
Justin grins at the handcrafted ceiling for a moment before rolling over and plastering himself to Brian.
“Lemme sleep.”
“Sorry,” Justin says and doesn’t mean it at all. Brian’s neck smells wonderful and he takes a nip.
Brian groans his protest, but turns into Justin.
“Wanna go check out the pool?”
“Sleep.”
“Pleaaaaase.”
Brian’s eyes still defiantly closed, his eyebrows form a wrinkle and Justin feels a bit guilty. He should really let Brian restore on sleep.
He doesn’t feel so guilty anymore when Brian’s hand strokes down his side and comes to rest on his ass. “Go get some breakfast or go draw or whatever. You can wake me in an hour with a blowjob and then we can go check out the pool.”
“Okay,” Justin says and presses mini-kisses along Brian’s jaw.
He ends up staying just where he is for the next hour and a half.
+
Justin eyes the notebook angrily as it makes its soft booting noises. Unfortunately, he really is no position to complain. Brian didn’t turn on the thing once in the last three days.
Justin gets up to go to the restroom, nodding at the creepy-friendly flight attendant who’s sorting through a big stack of magazines and arranging muffins on a plate as he passes her. Great, only blueberry. One of the things the world could perfectly well do without is blueberry muffins.
Even in the tiny bathroom mirror under the harsh airplane light Justin can see his tan. Of course it’s pathetic in comparison to Brian’s gorgeous golden brown, but whatever, he’s still proud of his tan lines.
Back in his seat, he finds a newspaper, two of his favorite magazines and a chocolate muffin on the table before him.
“I thought they only had blueberry?” he asks, blinking.
Brian just shrugs and continues typing, and Justin fights to contain the sudden rush of love giddiness.
Brian’s hand drops to the armrest as he operates the ridiculously small travel mouse with the other. Justin grabs it, lifts it to his face and presses his lips to the palm, then drops both their hands to his thigh. He closes his eyes and thinks he’s going to fucking die from his love for this man.
He feels Brian’s fingers curl a bit tighter around his hand and hears him finishing his email with one hand.
Yes, any minute now.