mini experimental ficletage, and a query

Sep 29, 2004 05:00

This is just a bit of Brian/Michael randomness. I'm not really going anywhere with it, just playing with characterization.



They always said that he was in love with Brian, and they were right, but they were wrong, too.

Michael knows the difference. He knows that what he feels for Brian is more than friendship love - it always will be, no matter how much he aches for Ben, grits his teeth with the strength of it, no matter how many rings slip onto his finger - because Brian is his best friend, doesn’t anybody get it?

That’s the thing. That’s the cincher. He doesn’t do friend-love with Brian. He does love-love, always-love, best friend-love I’m there for you-love I’m never gonna be alone as long as you’re with me-love.

Yes, there was other stuff mixed up in there for a long time. That sweaty, hands-down-pants flashback fodder, for the most part. But that was secondary, because nothing meant more to Michael than laughing with Brian, and having someone always understand him.

And nothing meant more than the nights of tucking knees to backs of knees, watching Brian’s shuddering back, hearing him cough quietly and swallow tears, and Michael being there, and being able to - and Michael making things better. Michael didn’t give a fuck about unfinished hand-jobs when all that mattered was how he could make the hurt less. Run a hand along Brian’s shoulder, hold him tight, and listen.

Michael always listens. Through days and nights, phone calls, orbiting together at Babylon, goofing off, laughing so hard their sides hurt, crying just as hard sometimes... being so, incredibly close, and knowing every inch and flaw.

Michael always knows. Michael always forgives. Michael always understands. Michael is the fucking best friend of Brian fucking Kinney, and just as importantly, Brian is his fucking best friend right back.

Whenever Brian needs anything, Michael is there, and whenever Michael needs anything, Brian is always, always by his side. That’s their love.

There used to be other stuff mixed up in it, and Michael is never sure when things changed, but maybe it’s just that they both grew up a little bit. Their lives are different. And now the only truth to it is this:

Michael always remembers that Brian was the first person that he ever saw as beautiful, and that’s never going to go away.

Also! The TV show Veronica Mars is really cool, people should watch it and become obsessed.

And I'm going to Chicago for a few days pretty soon, can anyone recommend cool stuff to do and see? Especially places to eat, or museums and galleries, or shops. Or landmarks. Whatever. I don't have any idea where to begin, aside from my aunt's obsession with the idea of shopping day and night at Marshall Fields simply to be closer in spirit to Oprah... and that's not entirely my thing. :)

fic, fic_queer as folk

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