Now I want to know what that lecture was about :(
Pittsburgh Protocol
Brian/Justin | post-513 | PG-13 | fluff | ~500 words
Fic #35/50 for my fanfic50 table | Prompt: 034. Wrong
A/N: I found this ficlet scribbled on a lecture notes sheet. This is not as rare an occurrence as you might think. It seems as far as I got was: relevant texts from last week on elearning platform; no class in two weeks; J with Michael and B at Woody's, in from NY, B being an ass about [...], followed by the actual fic.
Pittsburgh Protocol
by sakesushimaki
“He carded you? Really?” Michael asks, grinning around the rim of his glass.
Justin shrugs. He hopes this means that the bartenders at Woody’s rotate quickly and not that he’s been gone so long or that he’s in Pittsburgh rarely.
Ben finishes his call and joins them at the table. “I’m going to go get a beer.”
“Already got you one.”
“Oh, thanks, Justin.”
“Sure.”
Justin’s cell phone rings. “Hey,” he answers.
“Where the fuck are you?” is what he gets instead of a greeting.
“I’m at Woody’s with Michael and Ben.”
“Why the fuck are you there with them?”
“Uh, because they picked me up from the airport and asked if I wanted to get a drink. What the fuck? You had your cell turned off.”
“So? You damn well know that this is not our goddamn visiting dynamic!”
“Our what?” Justin is getting seriously annoyed and he was happy and relaxed just two minutes ago. Brian is very gifted that way. He looks up and finds Michael and Ben smiling at him. He has no clue why.
“The first thing on your list after you fucking land is to come see me. That’s the protocol.”
“Let me repeat: You had your phone turned off, Mr. Protocol!”
“Why didn’t you come by Kinnetik?”
“Because I thought I’d better let you finish at work instead of interrupting.”
“Because you thought you’d rather be a twat and spend your time with dear Mikey and Ben from Stepfordville?”
“You know, I bet they wouldn’t mind letting me stay in Hunter’s room for the night.”
“Over my dead body.”
Justin takes a deep breath and excuses himself. Brian is just eager to see him and fuck him. And work sucked. “Okay, listen,” he says once he’s found a somewhat quiet corner. “When are you finished at work? And not finished in a dropping everything and stressing over it all Saturday way.”
There’s a pause on the other end of the line. Then, “About an hour, tops.”
“Okay. You know where to find me.” Justin hangs up and returns to his uncomplicated and actually welcoming friends.
It’s not a full hour later that Justin gets assaulted in the bathroom - the good kind of assaulted.
“Let’s get out of here,” Brian says once their lips disconnect for longer than a second.
“You couldn’t wait five minutes till I was out of the bathroom?” Justin asks, leaning into Brian’s neck and only remembering vaguely that he wanted to call him on his shitty manners. He smells old aftershave lotion, too many cigarettes, and last lingering stress. He loves that he can do that, determine by Brian’s smell what he’s dealing with.
Brian bites Justin’s ear. “Waiting is not in the protocol.” He grabs Justin’s hand and drags him out of the bathroom.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Justin says to Ben and Michael as they pass them on their way out.
“Hi, Mikey. Bye, Mikey.” Brian doesn’t even look.
Outside, Justin expects Brian to only pick up speed, all but push him in the car and race them home.
Instead, Brian slows down, turns and leans against the Vette. He reaches out and pulls Justin to him. “Hi,” he says and slides his hands into Justin’s jacket. He pulls Justin even closer and nuzzles his face into his hair.
Justin tugs on the back of the Armani collar and remembers why he lets Brian be an ass sometimes.
Brian/Justin | post-513 | PG-13 | fluff | ~500 words
Fic #35/50 for my fanfic50 table | Prompt: 034. Wrong
A/N: I found this ficlet scribbled on a lecture notes sheet. This is not as rare an occurrence as you might think. It seems as far as I got was: relevant texts from last week on elearning platform; no class in two weeks; J with Michael and B at Woody's, in from NY, B being an ass about [...], followed by the actual fic.
Pittsburgh Protocol
by sakesushimaki
“He carded you? Really?” Michael asks, grinning around the rim of his glass.
Justin shrugs. He hopes this means that the bartenders at Woody’s rotate quickly and not that he’s been gone so long or that he’s in Pittsburgh rarely.
Ben finishes his call and joins them at the table. “I’m going to go get a beer.”
“Already got you one.”
“Oh, thanks, Justin.”
“Sure.”
Justin’s cell phone rings. “Hey,” he answers.
“Where the fuck are you?” is what he gets instead of a greeting.
“I’m at Woody’s with Michael and Ben.”
“Why the fuck are you there with them?”
“Uh, because they picked me up from the airport and asked if I wanted to get a drink. What the fuck? You had your cell turned off.”
“So? You damn well know that this is not our goddamn visiting dynamic!”
“Our what?” Justin is getting seriously annoyed and he was happy and relaxed just two minutes ago. Brian is very gifted that way. He looks up and finds Michael and Ben smiling at him. He has no clue why.
“The first thing on your list after you fucking land is to come see me. That’s the protocol.”
“Let me repeat: You had your phone turned off, Mr. Protocol!”
“Why didn’t you come by Kinnetik?”
“Because I thought I’d better let you finish at work instead of interrupting.”
“Because you thought you’d rather be a twat and spend your time with dear Mikey and Ben from Stepfordville?”
“You know, I bet they wouldn’t mind letting me stay in Hunter’s room for the night.”
“Over my dead body.”
Justin takes a deep breath and excuses himself. Brian is just eager to see him and fuck him. And work sucked. “Okay, listen,” he says once he’s found a somewhat quiet corner. “When are you finished at work? And not finished in a dropping everything and stressing over it all Saturday way.”
There’s a pause on the other end of the line. Then, “About an hour, tops.”
“Okay. You know where to find me.” Justin hangs up and returns to his uncomplicated and actually welcoming friends.
It’s not a full hour later that Justin gets assaulted in the bathroom - the good kind of assaulted.
“Let’s get out of here,” Brian says once their lips disconnect for longer than a second.
“You couldn’t wait five minutes till I was out of the bathroom?” Justin asks, leaning into Brian’s neck and only remembering vaguely that he wanted to call him on his shitty manners. He smells old aftershave lotion, too many cigarettes, and last lingering stress. He loves that he can do that, determine by Brian’s smell what he’s dealing with.
Brian bites Justin’s ear. “Waiting is not in the protocol.” He grabs Justin’s hand and drags him out of the bathroom.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Justin says to Ben and Michael as they pass them on their way out.
“Hi, Mikey. Bye, Mikey.” Brian doesn’t even look.
Outside, Justin expects Brian to only pick up speed, all but push him in the car and race them home.
Instead, Brian slows down, turns and leans against the Vette. He reaches out and pulls Justin to him. “Hi,” he says and slides his hands into Justin’s jacket. He pulls Justin even closer and nuzzles his face into his hair.
Justin tugs on the back of the Armani collar and remembers why he lets Brian be an ass sometimes.