oneshot: Pour Elise (and a bit Pour Brian)
Title: Pour Elise (and a bit Pour Brian)
Characters: Brian/Justin
Timeframe: post-513
Genre: minor drama, fluff, schmoop
Rating: R
Word Count: ~1,100
Summary: Justin has been keeping a secret. Brian is not amused. Or is he?
Fic #38/50 for my fanfic50 table | Prompt: 022. Secret
Pour Elise (and a bit Pour Brian)
by sakesushimaki
Justin hasn’t been in this part of town since he was fifteen and Aaron McAlister III didn’t want to hang out anymore.
He stands in front of the shop window and stares. They look magnificent, potent.
Brian comes back from the store across the street and puts his hand on Justin’s back. After a moment, he asks with wonder, “Why are you making big eyes at pianos?”
“Let’s go inside,” Justin decides and doesn’t wait for an answer.
The air smells amazing and the polished blacks and whites shine with trapped wonder.
“Can I help you?”
“Oh, no, thanks.”
“Do you want to try one out?”
Brian snorts.
Justin ignores him and says yes. He hasn’t exactly planned this, but what the hell.
+
“How the fuck did I not know that you can play piano?”
Justin shrugs and kicks off his shoes. “It never came up.”
Brian glares at him and puts the Chucks in their brandnew fitted shoe cabinet.
He knows it’s stupid, but Justin kind of loves how Brian always puts his shoes away. He turns to leave but realizes that Brian’s not budging. They’re obviously not done.
He sighs. “I haven’t played since I was, I don’t know, fifteen maybe.”
“Well, you must’ve been good. Why did you give it up?”
“I don’t know. I lost interest, I guess. And then later, I didn’t exactly have any room or the spending power to buy a piano.”
“You do now.”
Justin snorts. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He turns and heads up to his studio. This time, he doesn’t care if Brian’s ready to drop the topic or not.
+
Some time in the afternoon, Justin goes down to the kitchen to get something to eat. He finds his favourite version of a sandwich on the kitchen counter.
He takes his snack into the living room and sinks down into one of the stuffy chairs. He loves these chairs.
“Thank you,” he says before taking the first bite.
Brian nods and continues typing into his notebook. Justin thinks the soda can in his hand is an accident waiting to happen but he keeps his mouth shut.
When he catches the label, however, he opens his mouth. “Since when do you drink Mountain Dew?” This is seriously a first. He’s never even seen a can of Diet Mountain Dew around the house.
“I do drink it occasionally.”
“Really?”
“It seems we all have our secrets, don’t we?”
Justin rolls his eyes. “Will you let that go already? I haven’t played in almost ten years.”
“So what?” Brian puts his computer down. “This is something you know about the person you’re living with. That they can play an instrument.”
“Well, now you know. Done.”
“My point is that if someone asked me what your dick looks like in the morning or what sleeping noises you make, I would have been able to give them a detailed report without a problem. But if someone had asked me, for a price of a billion dollars, if my partner played an instrument, I would’ve fucking said no! I would lose the billion dollars, Justin!”
“That’s your point?”
“Yes. What’s yours?”
“Mine is that it was forever ago that I played. And as you know, we don’t exactly sit around asking each other what we used to do after school when we were fourteen, so it never came up either. I didn’t intentionally keep this info from you.” Justin takes an angry bite of his sandwich. He regrets it a second later. This wonderful smoked ham really doesn’t deserve this treatment. “Besides,” he says, leaning back again. “I probably looked ridiculous.”
“Are you kidding? It was fucking hot.”
“Shut up.”
“Sure, I’m just flattering you. ‘Cause that’s my thing.”
Justin ponders that while finishing his sandwich. “You really think I was good?”
Brian gives him one nod.
“And you think I looked hot?”
“I almost came in my pants.”
Justin finds it easy to smile now. “Yeah?”
Brian answers by getting down on his knees and blowing him till he cries for mercy. Justin gets fucked into the chair after a little recovery time and Brian never stops playing with his fingers.
+
They crash at the loft after Babylon on Saturday and decide to get breakfast at the diner the next morning before heading back out to Britin.
Brian still can’t stop touching Justin’s fingers and it becomes a distraction when he wants to tell Ted about his latest commission. After he slaps Brian’s hands away, he realizes that he’s been tapping his fingers against the table and his thigh subconsciously.
He thinks that maybe Brian has noticed long before him.
+
Justin goes to New York for three days. When he comes home on Thursday, he finds that he’s gotten a grand piano. It’s huge and totally inappropriate. It’s also beautiful, sleek, and the carved letters above the keyboard remind him of other shining professions.
He also finds that he gets angry.
Brian comes home an hour later. “Hey!”
“What made you think that it would be okay to just go and buy me a piano?”
Brian frowns and takes his time hanging his coat and putting his shoes away.
“What makes you think it’s for you, you spoiled brat?”
“Oh, it isn’t then?”
Brian loosens his tie. “Of course not. We needed something for that corner.”
“Brian.”
They stare at each other for a while until Brian gives in. He sighs and plops down on the sofa. “How exactly did I fuck up?”
“I don’t want a fucking piano! I don’t want to play!”
“Are you shitting me? I was there. After a minute, you were totally in the zone. I’ve only ever seen that look on your face when you’re completely immersed in your art.”
Justin closes his eyes.
“What the fuck is it?” Brian’s voice comes from close by now.
“I can’t. You know I can’t. It’ll fuck up the little control I have over my motor skills.”
“That’s the problem? You’re worried about your hand?”
“Yes, Brian!” Justin spits. “That is and has been a fucking problem, in case you haven’t noticed!”
“Okay, you can shut up now.” Brian grabs for Justin’s hands.
Justin lets him, but looks away.
“I talked to your specialist. Remember Raymond?”
“You… what?”
“He says this is actually a good exercise as long as you don’t overdo it. But the overdoing part isn’t exactly news.”
Justin huffs but feels relief settle into his bones. “No, not exactly.”
Brian kisses him. “We’re fucking experts at the not-overdoing-it part.”
Justin nods and hopes Brian hears the apology in how he kisses him for the next half hour.
The piano is allowed to stay. Justin doesn’t overdo it and Brian is there to distract him.
Characters: Brian/Justin
Timeframe: post-513
Genre: minor drama, fluff, schmoop
Rating: R
Word Count: ~1,100
Summary: Justin has been keeping a secret. Brian is not amused. Or is he?
Fic #38/50 for my fanfic50 table | Prompt: 022. Secret
Pour Elise (and a bit Pour Brian)
by sakesushimaki
Justin hasn’t been in this part of town since he was fifteen and Aaron McAlister III didn’t want to hang out anymore.
He stands in front of the shop window and stares. They look magnificent, potent.
Brian comes back from the store across the street and puts his hand on Justin’s back. After a moment, he asks with wonder, “Why are you making big eyes at pianos?”
“Let’s go inside,” Justin decides and doesn’t wait for an answer.
The air smells amazing and the polished blacks and whites shine with trapped wonder.
“Can I help you?”
“Oh, no, thanks.”
“Do you want to try one out?”
Brian snorts.
Justin ignores him and says yes. He hasn’t exactly planned this, but what the hell.
+
“How the fuck did I not know that you can play piano?”
Justin shrugs and kicks off his shoes. “It never came up.”
Brian glares at him and puts the Chucks in their brandnew fitted shoe cabinet.
He knows it’s stupid, but Justin kind of loves how Brian always puts his shoes away. He turns to leave but realizes that Brian’s not budging. They’re obviously not done.
He sighs. “I haven’t played since I was, I don’t know, fifteen maybe.”
“Well, you must’ve been good. Why did you give it up?”
“I don’t know. I lost interest, I guess. And then later, I didn’t exactly have any room or the spending power to buy a piano.”
“You do now.”
Justin snorts. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He turns and heads up to his studio. This time, he doesn’t care if Brian’s ready to drop the topic or not.
+
Some time in the afternoon, Justin goes down to the kitchen to get something to eat. He finds his favourite version of a sandwich on the kitchen counter.
He takes his snack into the living room and sinks down into one of the stuffy chairs. He loves these chairs.
“Thank you,” he says before taking the first bite.
Brian nods and continues typing into his notebook. Justin thinks the soda can in his hand is an accident waiting to happen but he keeps his mouth shut.
When he catches the label, however, he opens his mouth. “Since when do you drink Mountain Dew?” This is seriously a first. He’s never even seen a can of Diet Mountain Dew around the house.
“I do drink it occasionally.”
“Really?”
“It seems we all have our secrets, don’t we?”
Justin rolls his eyes. “Will you let that go already? I haven’t played in almost ten years.”
“So what?” Brian puts his computer down. “This is something you know about the person you’re living with. That they can play an instrument.”
“Well, now you know. Done.”
“My point is that if someone asked me what your dick looks like in the morning or what sleeping noises you make, I would have been able to give them a detailed report without a problem. But if someone had asked me, for a price of a billion dollars, if my partner played an instrument, I would’ve fucking said no! I would lose the billion dollars, Justin!”
“That’s your point?”
“Yes. What’s yours?”
“Mine is that it was forever ago that I played. And as you know, we don’t exactly sit around asking each other what we used to do after school when we were fourteen, so it never came up either. I didn’t intentionally keep this info from you.” Justin takes an angry bite of his sandwich. He regrets it a second later. This wonderful smoked ham really doesn’t deserve this treatment. “Besides,” he says, leaning back again. “I probably looked ridiculous.”
“Are you kidding? It was fucking hot.”
“Shut up.”
“Sure, I’m just flattering you. ‘Cause that’s my thing.”
Justin ponders that while finishing his sandwich. “You really think I was good?”
Brian gives him one nod.
“And you think I looked hot?”
“I almost came in my pants.”
Justin finds it easy to smile now. “Yeah?”
Brian answers by getting down on his knees and blowing him till he cries for mercy. Justin gets fucked into the chair after a little recovery time and Brian never stops playing with his fingers.
+
They crash at the loft after Babylon on Saturday and decide to get breakfast at the diner the next morning before heading back out to Britin.
Brian still can’t stop touching Justin’s fingers and it becomes a distraction when he wants to tell Ted about his latest commission. After he slaps Brian’s hands away, he realizes that he’s been tapping his fingers against the table and his thigh subconsciously.
He thinks that maybe Brian has noticed long before him.
+
Justin goes to New York for three days. When he comes home on Thursday, he finds that he’s gotten a grand piano. It’s huge and totally inappropriate. It’s also beautiful, sleek, and the carved letters above the keyboard remind him of other shining professions.
He also finds that he gets angry.
Brian comes home an hour later. “Hey!”
“What made you think that it would be okay to just go and buy me a piano?”
Brian frowns and takes his time hanging his coat and putting his shoes away.
“What makes you think it’s for you, you spoiled brat?”
“Oh, it isn’t then?”
Brian loosens his tie. “Of course not. We needed something for that corner.”
“Brian.”
They stare at each other for a while until Brian gives in. He sighs and plops down on the sofa. “How exactly did I fuck up?”
“I don’t want a fucking piano! I don’t want to play!”
“Are you shitting me? I was there. After a minute, you were totally in the zone. I’ve only ever seen that look on your face when you’re completely immersed in your art.”
Justin closes his eyes.
“What the fuck is it?” Brian’s voice comes from close by now.
“I can’t. You know I can’t. It’ll fuck up the little control I have over my motor skills.”
“That’s the problem? You’re worried about your hand?”
“Yes, Brian!” Justin spits. “That is and has been a fucking problem, in case you haven’t noticed!”
“Okay, you can shut up now.” Brian grabs for Justin’s hands.
Justin lets him, but looks away.
“I talked to your specialist. Remember Raymond?”
“You… what?”
“He says this is actually a good exercise as long as you don’t overdo it. But the overdoing part isn’t exactly news.”
Justin huffs but feels relief settle into his bones. “No, not exactly.”
Brian kisses him. “We’re fucking experts at the not-overdoing-it part.”
Justin nods and hopes Brian hears the apology in how he kisses him for the next half hour.
The piano is allowed to stay. Justin doesn’t overdo it and Brian is there to distract him.