fic: Hit the Lights
Title: Hit the Lights
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Rating: um, I'm gonna go with PG-13 for this one for some almost schmex. *GASP!* This is the closest I've ever come to writing schmex for QaF, guys. :D :D
Summary: Justin Taylor is afraid of the dark (and then some).
Genre: FLUFF. I FINALLY WROTE SOME GODDAMN FLUFF FOR QAF!! GO ME!!! *dances*
Notes: 1) From this prompt from promptmesomeqaf: lyrics: "turn out the light and what are you left with?" I took it pretty literally.
2) I have never lived in Pennsylvania, so I know nothing of Pennsylvania weather patterns. Deal with it. :D
3) I started this one a really really long time ago, and I have absolutely no idea where I was going to go with it. Apparently Justin's age was an issue at the time? Iono. I'm weird, yes. :D
4) So, apparently what's the best way to get me motivated to write QaF fic? Write some Criminal Minds fic. o.O God, I am such an oddball. It's true fact.
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"turn out the light and what are you left with?"*
Justin Taylor was afraid of the dark.
It wasn't exactly a secret, but probably only his mother knew. And Brian. Of course Brian knew. What didn't Brian know about Justin Taylor? Well, a lot, actually, but he knew all of Justin's idiosyncrasies and habits. And if either of them wanted to tell the truth, it was "part" of the reason that Brian had kept lights above the bed when he'd redecorated the loft. But neither of them really had that habit...
This... fear, if you wanted to call it that (Justin preferred "discomfort" himself), had gotten substantially worse after the bashing. It was only natural, Brian had told him the first time all the lights had gone out after Justin had come to live at the loft after, considering what he’d been though and where it had happened.
Justin still hated it.
So, of course, on one of his "spontaneous" Brian-sponsored visits (where Brian bitched to him about the weather, or Ted, or the state of the loft, but Justin knew he was really saying "I miss you," and the next day he found an e-ticket in his inbox), it had to storm. Really storm.
At first, they were both far too preoccupied with what was happening in the bed to pay any attention to the outside world. But when a particularly loud and close clap of thunder shook the whole loft, Justin's eyes popped open and he sat up. "Brian..." And then the lights went out.
Justin gave an undignified yelp and grabbed Brian to him, who in turn let out an exasperated sigh. “You are, without doubt, the most tiresome, troublesome twink who’s ever had the privilege of gracing my bed.” Pushing Justin off of him and scooting to the edge of the bed, he managed to find his lighter on the table next to the bed. “Why do I even go through all the trouble of keeping you?” he continued, searching in a drawer with the help of the lightning. Finding what he was looking for, he set the candle on the table and lit it.
Turning back to Justin, he raised his eyebrows, clearly asking ‘happy now?’ with his expression. Justin smiled and was about to speak when another clap of thunder shook the loft. He jumped slightly, and Brian rolled his eyes at him. “Sunshine, I can’t fix the weather, too. Sorry.”
“Brian! You should be more sensitive to my anxieties. You want me to tell Deb that you made fun of me?” He crawled over to Brian and pushed him down, crawling on top of him. “And if you can’t fix it, could you at least distract me? Then maybe I won’t tell Debbie that you’re mean to me.”
Brian huffed a laugh. “Christ. I would never hear the end of it. You’re evil, you know that?” Justin, who had begun kissing Brian’s face, bit his chin. “No, I’m sweet.” They shared a grin before Brian flipped them over, pinning Justin to the bed. “I think I might be persuaded to provide you with some distraction, Sunshine, as long as you promise me something.”
“What’s that?” Justin asked breathily, barely paying attention now that one of Brian’s hands had began traveling down his body, causing him to shiver. Brian chuckled, gently biting Justin’s ear. “Promise me,” he said softly, “to never mention Deb while we’re naked in bed again.”
Justin laughed, reaching down to grab the condom that Brian had discarded on the bed when the lights had gone out, and thrust it at Brian. “Consider her forgotten."
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Is it bad that I've kind of made myself "squee!" a bit? I'm just happy to have written fluff!! YAYZ!!! :P Comment? Yes please. lolz.
*lyric from Something to Believe In by Aqualung. I don't own them, either. :P
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Rating: um, I'm gonna go with PG-13 for this one for some almost schmex. *GASP!* This is the closest I've ever come to writing schmex for QaF, guys. :D :D
Summary: Justin Taylor is afraid of the dark (and then some).
Genre: FLUFF. I FINALLY WROTE SOME GODDAMN FLUFF FOR QAF!! GO ME!!! *dances*
Notes: 1) From this prompt from promptmesomeqaf: lyrics: "turn out the light and what are you left with?" I took it pretty literally.
2) I have never lived in Pennsylvania, so I know nothing of Pennsylvania weather patterns. Deal with it. :D
3) I started this one a really really long time ago, and I have absolutely no idea where I was going to go with it. Apparently Justin's age was an issue at the time? Iono. I'm weird, yes. :D
4) So, apparently what's the best way to get me motivated to write QaF fic? Write some Criminal Minds fic. o.O God, I am such an oddball. It's true fact.
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"turn out the light and what are you left with?"*
Justin Taylor was afraid of the dark.
It wasn't exactly a secret, but probably only his mother knew. And Brian. Of course Brian knew. What didn't Brian know about Justin Taylor? Well, a lot, actually, but he knew all of Justin's idiosyncrasies and habits. And if either of them wanted to tell the truth, it was "part" of the reason that Brian had kept lights above the bed when he'd redecorated the loft. But neither of them really had that habit...
This... fear, if you wanted to call it that (Justin preferred "discomfort" himself), had gotten substantially worse after the bashing. It was only natural, Brian had told him the first time all the lights had gone out after Justin had come to live at the loft after, considering what he’d been though and where it had happened.
Justin still hated it.
So, of course, on one of his "spontaneous" Brian-sponsored visits (where Brian bitched to him about the weather, or Ted, or the state of the loft, but Justin knew he was really saying "I miss you," and the next day he found an e-ticket in his inbox), it had to storm. Really storm.
At first, they were both far too preoccupied with what was happening in the bed to pay any attention to the outside world. But when a particularly loud and close clap of thunder shook the whole loft, Justin's eyes popped open and he sat up. "Brian..." And then the lights went out.
Justin gave an undignified yelp and grabbed Brian to him, who in turn let out an exasperated sigh. “You are, without doubt, the most tiresome, troublesome twink who’s ever had the privilege of gracing my bed.” Pushing Justin off of him and scooting to the edge of the bed, he managed to find his lighter on the table next to the bed. “Why do I even go through all the trouble of keeping you?” he continued, searching in a drawer with the help of the lightning. Finding what he was looking for, he set the candle on the table and lit it.
Turning back to Justin, he raised his eyebrows, clearly asking ‘happy now?’ with his expression. Justin smiled and was about to speak when another clap of thunder shook the loft. He jumped slightly, and Brian rolled his eyes at him. “Sunshine, I can’t fix the weather, too. Sorry.”
“Brian! You should be more sensitive to my anxieties. You want me to tell Deb that you made fun of me?” He crawled over to Brian and pushed him down, crawling on top of him. “And if you can’t fix it, could you at least distract me? Then maybe I won’t tell Debbie that you’re mean to me.”
Brian huffed a laugh. “Christ. I would never hear the end of it. You’re evil, you know that?” Justin, who had begun kissing Brian’s face, bit his chin. “No, I’m sweet.” They shared a grin before Brian flipped them over, pinning Justin to the bed. “I think I might be persuaded to provide you with some distraction, Sunshine, as long as you promise me something.”
“What’s that?” Justin asked breathily, barely paying attention now that one of Brian’s hands had began traveling down his body, causing him to shiver. Brian chuckled, gently biting Justin’s ear. “Promise me,” he said softly, “to never mention Deb while we’re naked in bed again.”
Justin laughed, reaching down to grab the condom that Brian had discarded on the bed when the lights had gone out, and thrust it at Brian. “Consider her forgotten."
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Is it bad that I've kind of made myself "squee!" a bit? I'm just happy to have written fluff!! YAYZ!!! :P Comment? Yes please. lolz.
*lyric from Something to Believe In by Aqualung. I don't own them, either. :P