February Recs Challenge, Day 28: QaF Fic
*waves* Feeling more cheerful today -- apologies for my crankiness the other night. That's the problem with this posting every day thing; you get me in all moods. ;-)
I can't say I'm sorry that February Recs Month is almost over. I love reccing, but doing it every day is a lot of work! Today is my last QaF pick of the month, so I've chosen a classic.
The Long Way by ragingpixie and bigboobedcanuck
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Brian’s first clue is the link to the article that Justin emails him.
My Comments:
I assume that all the QaF folks on my flist have read this one, but for me it's always worth a reread. You really can't go wrong with a collaboration between two of the best authors in the fandom.
I love too many things about this fic to name them all, but I'll list the top few. I really like the premise that Brian and Justin have a functional, loving long-distance relationship after Justin leaves for New York. I adore the Brian-Jennifer interaction, particularly the way they build a relationship of their own that goes beyond their mutual love for Justin. And the angst squeezes my heart in the best possible way -- poor Jennifer suffering, and poor Justin hurting hurting hurting, and poor Brian probably screwing up but in a way I can't help but forgive him for (because I would have done the same thing). The ending is beautiful after all the pain.
Excerpt:
“So off you go to Paris, then.” He clicks a button on the mouse and tries to sound distracted.
“Yeah, um. Your birthday and everything, Brian, damn.”
He snorts. “Like thirty-six will be any fucking different than thirty-five. Or thirty-four.”
“But I was with you for those,” Justin says, his voice taking on the low, wistful tone that makes Brian hard despite himself.
“When do you come back from gay Paree? And let’s hope it lives up to its name.” He wonders distractedly if he can coerce Justin into talking dirty.
“End of April. I think USAir will let me reschedule my flight to Pittsburgh. You think?”
Brian lets him ramble for a while, making the appropriate “mm”s and “ahh”s where necessary, keeping one eye on the redesign of the ad on his computer. He likes Justin’s more talkative phone calls; they let him get a lot of work done.
“You’re not listening,” finally penetrates, and Brian snaps back to attention.
“You’re right,” he grins into the phone, and hears the huff of frustration on the other end.
“I’m leaving in four days. I’ll call my mom too, but can you mention it if you see her? She barely answers the phone lately and she never checks her email. She must be swamped at work.”
“A personal message board I’m not.”
“Bri-an,” he pleads.
“Fine. May I be excused? If you’re not coming home, I need to go sow my wild oats somewhere else.” He punctuates his remark with a put-upon sigh.
“Oh, God, go. If you’re not proud of me or anything.” The sullen tone carries well over the phone and Brian can’t help grinning.
“Why, Sunshine. I never said I wasn’t proud. I’m just busting at the seams to think of my partner strolling down the Parisian boulevard, his ass - I mean, art - on display. Don’t forget to report on the quality of European cock, all right?”
“Jackass,” Justin snaps, and hangs up.
Brian calls him back in an hour and talks him through some pretty spectacular phone sex.
If you enjoy, please worship the authors here.
I can't say I'm sorry that February Recs Month is almost over. I love reccing, but doing it every day is a lot of work! Today is my last QaF pick of the month, so I've chosen a classic.
The Long Way by ragingpixie and bigboobedcanuck
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Brian’s first clue is the link to the article that Justin emails him.
My Comments:
I assume that all the QaF folks on my flist have read this one, but for me it's always worth a reread. You really can't go wrong with a collaboration between two of the best authors in the fandom.
I love too many things about this fic to name them all, but I'll list the top few. I really like the premise that Brian and Justin have a functional, loving long-distance relationship after Justin leaves for New York. I adore the Brian-Jennifer interaction, particularly the way they build a relationship of their own that goes beyond their mutual love for Justin. And the angst squeezes my heart in the best possible way -- poor Jennifer suffering, and poor Justin hurting hurting hurting, and poor Brian probably screwing up but in a way I can't help but forgive him for (because I would have done the same thing). The ending is beautiful after all the pain.
Excerpt:
“So off you go to Paris, then.” He clicks a button on the mouse and tries to sound distracted.
“Yeah, um. Your birthday and everything, Brian, damn.”
He snorts. “Like thirty-six will be any fucking different than thirty-five. Or thirty-four.”
“But I was with you for those,” Justin says, his voice taking on the low, wistful tone that makes Brian hard despite himself.
“When do you come back from gay Paree? And let’s hope it lives up to its name.” He wonders distractedly if he can coerce Justin into talking dirty.
“End of April. I think USAir will let me reschedule my flight to Pittsburgh. You think?”
Brian lets him ramble for a while, making the appropriate “mm”s and “ahh”s where necessary, keeping one eye on the redesign of the ad on his computer. He likes Justin’s more talkative phone calls; they let him get a lot of work done.
“You’re not listening,” finally penetrates, and Brian snaps back to attention.
“You’re right,” he grins into the phone, and hears the huff of frustration on the other end.
“I’m leaving in four days. I’ll call my mom too, but can you mention it if you see her? She barely answers the phone lately and she never checks her email. She must be swamped at work.”
“A personal message board I’m not.”
“Bri-an,” he pleads.
“Fine. May I be excused? If you’re not coming home, I need to go sow my wild oats somewhere else.” He punctuates his remark with a put-upon sigh.
“Oh, God, go. If you’re not proud of me or anything.” The sullen tone carries well over the phone and Brian can’t help grinning.
“Why, Sunshine. I never said I wasn’t proud. I’m just busting at the seams to think of my partner strolling down the Parisian boulevard, his ass - I mean, art - on display. Don’t forget to report on the quality of European cock, all right?”
“Jackass,” Justin snaps, and hangs up.
Brian calls him back in an hour and talks him through some pretty spectacular phone sex.
If you enjoy, please worship the authors here.