Got Milk?
Title: Got Milk?
Author: willows_whiten
Fandom: Brothers & Sisters
Pairing: Kevin Walker/Scotty Wandell
Rating: PG
Warnings: Yes, m/m kissing. Okay? Sweet.
Disclaimer: It should be evident beyond a doubt that these are not my characters :). Lines from "Falling in Love at a Coffeeshop" by Landon Pigg, "I Want You" by Savage Garden, "Back at One" by Brian McKnight, "Equality" by Howard Jones, "If You Want to Touch Her, Ask!" by Shania Twain, and Queer as Folk.
Kevin couldn't remember what Scotty had said. Perhaps he couldn't even understand it. All that mattered was that the words had been slurred. Scotty was drunk. His wonderful, patient, caring, loving, beautiful Scotty. It wasn't that Scotty never drank. Of course he did. But Scotty usually had self-control. It was Kevin's family that lost control. The food fight between Holly and Nora? Definitely alcohol influenced. Kitty telling Kevin about her proposal to Robert? A mixture of wine and pain killers. Justin's gateway to drugs: alcohol. The thing that led Saul coming out to Kevin? Drunk driving. Sarah's one-night stand with Graham? Alcohol. Where had he, Tommy and Sarah gone on their way to Nevada? A bar. Oh yes, he Kevin was no stranger to alcohol and drunkness. He had gotten drunk so quickly when Scotty had refused to talk to him at the children's charity he was catering. The two of them had had drunk sex at least twice. In his family, wine was the number one beverage. Every other kind of alcohol was number two. But Scotty was the rationale one. Scotty was the one who preferred yoga to wine when trying to unwind. Scotty was the confident one who didn't need courage from a bottle. Scotty was the perfect one. (Okay not really, but he seemed that way to Kevin). Which was why Kevin was certain he had some how screwed up majorly, and hated that he couldn't figure it out. Scotty had left in a huff, slamming the door behind him. And Kevin had to find a way to bring him back.
A note book laid in Kevin's lap. It wasn't that he didn't want to go looking for Scotty; God knew he did. But he needed to have something to offer. Simply finding him wouldn't be enough. Not this time. Which was why Kevin began writing the words that came to his mind. Lyrics, quotes, whatever. When he finished, his page looked something like this:
Dearest Scotty,
I think that possibly, maybe, I'm falling for you. Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you. I've seen the paths that your eyes wonder down. I want to come too. No one understand me quite like you do. I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine. Now I'm shining too. Except, there's not thinking and possibly and maybe about it. I have fallen for you. You are my whole world.
I never thought I would be the kind to endorse a deep commitment. But now, getting comfy, getting perfect is what I live for. To me, you are perfection. You care so much for other people. You are so thoughtful, that I often feel beneath you. I know I have a horrible way of showing it, but I admire you so much. I love you deeper than I could ever express to you, and I hate if you ever second guess that.
It's undeniable that we should be together. It's unbelievable how I used to say that I'd fall never. If you don't know just how I feel: you're like a dream come true, I just want to be with you, you're the only one for me. It's so incredible the way things work themselves out. It's undesirable for us to be apart. I never would have made it very far, because you have the keys to my heart. If I have ever forgotten to prove this to you, I am sorry. I have never meant to push you away.
Everybody wants to feel happy, even if you think that you don't. I know I can be an ass most of the time. I know I'm an uptight stuffed shirt. But even I want to be happy. Which is why I proposed to you. Why I'm with you. You make me happy. You mean everything to me.
If you start from the heart, you'll see love is gonna play its part. A little physical attraction, romantic, old-fashion charm, and a lot of love and tenderness. That's what I've always meant to give you. I'm sorry if I've failed.
We don't need rings and vows to prove that we love each other. We already know that. But we said our vows and got our rings (eventually). It wasn't to prove our love for each other. It was to show off our love for each other. As I sit here writing this, I'm looking at my wedding band, and I can promise you one thing: if I was given the chance, I would do it again. In a heartbeat. I have never regretted anything about us (except, of course, all my ass holery). But you? I've never regretted you. I am missing you more than you will ever know. I miss your touch, your smell, your kiss. But even more than that, I'm missing your comfort, your intellect, your half of our whole. I'm missing you as my friend, my husband, my better half.
I could continue with quotes and lyrics, but I am currently missing you too much. I have to go find you, so I hope this is enough to convince you to give me a second chance.
I love you always,
Kevin
After folding the paper, he pulled on a pair of shoes, and rushed from his loft. He began walking around the neighborhood of his loft, trying to figure out where Scotty could have run off to. He pulled out his cell phone and called Scotty's. All he got was the voice mail.
"Scotty darling, please let me know you're okay and not dead in a ditch. I'm so worried. I'm sorry."
Trying not to panic, Kevin called Jordan.
"Hello?"
"Jordan, it's Kevin. Please tell me you know where Scotty is. Let me know he's okay."
"He's alive. He's over here."
"Thank you so much Jordan. Thank you!"
Kevin drove as quickly as he dared (which was quite fast) to Jordan's place. He pounded on the door. Jordan opened it.
"Please let me talk to him. Please. You've got to."
Kevin could hear how anxious he sounded but he didn't care.
"Yeah, of course."
Kevin followed Jordan to the room where Scotty sat curled up on the floor.
"Kevin," Scotty said, looking up at him.
Kevin felt himself choke when he saw the tears on Scotty's face. The tears he had caused. He wordlessly handed the note to him.
"May I sit down?" he asked timidly.
Scotty nodded, already reading the letter.
Kevin sat down next to him, worried about Scotty's reaction.
Scotty folded the note, placed it beside him and turned to face Kevin. Kevin closed his eyes, afraid to hear the verdict. Afraid not to. Then he felt Scotty's lips upon his. Kevin gingerly touched Scotty's stubbled cheek. He received encouragement when Scotty placed a hand on Kevin's lower back. Kevin took Scotty's face in both hands, and ran them up to his hair, letting his fingers to run through the smooth hair until they reached back of Scotty's head, pulling him deeper into the kiss.
When the kiss ended, Scotty took Kevin's hands in his.
"Kevin my love, I am so sorry for the misunderstanding. This was never about you."
"Really?"
"Yes. I just learned that they may have to shut down San Estephe, which would mean I would be out of a job. You weren't there, and I felt so lonely, so to cope, I began drinking. By the time you did get home, I was ashamed of how drunk I was. I didn't want you to see me like that. I like being strong for you. I didn't want you to think I was a failure."
"Scotty, I would never, never think that about you. You don't have to be strong all the time. I can be strong for you. I want to be strong for you. I just don't want to lose you."
Scotty bit his lip, and looked down as though in shame.
"Come here," Kevin said, and pulled Scotty tight to him. "I'm never letting you go. But next time, could you please stick with milk?"
Kevin could feel Scotty shake with laughter in his arms, which only caused Kevin to pull him tighter to him.
Author: willows_whiten
Fandom: Brothers & Sisters
Pairing: Kevin Walker/Scotty Wandell
Rating: PG
Warnings: Yes, m/m kissing. Okay? Sweet.
Disclaimer: It should be evident beyond a doubt that these are not my characters :). Lines from "Falling in Love at a Coffeeshop" by Landon Pigg, "I Want You" by Savage Garden, "Back at One" by Brian McKnight, "Equality" by Howard Jones, "If You Want to Touch Her, Ask!" by Shania Twain, and Queer as Folk.
Kevin couldn't remember what Scotty had said. Perhaps he couldn't even understand it. All that mattered was that the words had been slurred. Scotty was drunk. His wonderful, patient, caring, loving, beautiful Scotty. It wasn't that Scotty never drank. Of course he did. But Scotty usually had self-control. It was Kevin's family that lost control. The food fight between Holly and Nora? Definitely alcohol influenced. Kitty telling Kevin about her proposal to Robert? A mixture of wine and pain killers. Justin's gateway to drugs: alcohol. The thing that led Saul coming out to Kevin? Drunk driving. Sarah's one-night stand with Graham? Alcohol. Where had he, Tommy and Sarah gone on their way to Nevada? A bar. Oh yes, he Kevin was no stranger to alcohol and drunkness. He had gotten drunk so quickly when Scotty had refused to talk to him at the children's charity he was catering. The two of them had had drunk sex at least twice. In his family, wine was the number one beverage. Every other kind of alcohol was number two. But Scotty was the rationale one. Scotty was the one who preferred yoga to wine when trying to unwind. Scotty was the confident one who didn't need courage from a bottle. Scotty was the perfect one. (Okay not really, but he seemed that way to Kevin). Which was why Kevin was certain he had some how screwed up majorly, and hated that he couldn't figure it out. Scotty had left in a huff, slamming the door behind him. And Kevin had to find a way to bring him back.
A note book laid in Kevin's lap. It wasn't that he didn't want to go looking for Scotty; God knew he did. But he needed to have something to offer. Simply finding him wouldn't be enough. Not this time. Which was why Kevin began writing the words that came to his mind. Lyrics, quotes, whatever. When he finished, his page looked something like this:
Dearest Scotty,
I think that possibly, maybe, I'm falling for you. Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you. I've seen the paths that your eyes wonder down. I want to come too. No one understand me quite like you do. I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine. Now I'm shining too. Except, there's not thinking and possibly and maybe about it. I have fallen for you. You are my whole world.
I never thought I would be the kind to endorse a deep commitment. But now, getting comfy, getting perfect is what I live for. To me, you are perfection. You care so much for other people. You are so thoughtful, that I often feel beneath you. I know I have a horrible way of showing it, but I admire you so much. I love you deeper than I could ever express to you, and I hate if you ever second guess that.
It's undeniable that we should be together. It's unbelievable how I used to say that I'd fall never. If you don't know just how I feel: you're like a dream come true, I just want to be with you, you're the only one for me. It's so incredible the way things work themselves out. It's undesirable for us to be apart. I never would have made it very far, because you have the keys to my heart. If I have ever forgotten to prove this to you, I am sorry. I have never meant to push you away.
Everybody wants to feel happy, even if you think that you don't. I know I can be an ass most of the time. I know I'm an uptight stuffed shirt. But even I want to be happy. Which is why I proposed to you. Why I'm with you. You make me happy. You mean everything to me.
If you start from the heart, you'll see love is gonna play its part. A little physical attraction, romantic, old-fashion charm, and a lot of love and tenderness. That's what I've always meant to give you. I'm sorry if I've failed.
We don't need rings and vows to prove that we love each other. We already know that. But we said our vows and got our rings (eventually). It wasn't to prove our love for each other. It was to show off our love for each other. As I sit here writing this, I'm looking at my wedding band, and I can promise you one thing: if I was given the chance, I would do it again. In a heartbeat. I have never regretted anything about us (except, of course, all my ass holery). But you? I've never regretted you. I am missing you more than you will ever know. I miss your touch, your smell, your kiss. But even more than that, I'm missing your comfort, your intellect, your half of our whole. I'm missing you as my friend, my husband, my better half.
I could continue with quotes and lyrics, but I am currently missing you too much. I have to go find you, so I hope this is enough to convince you to give me a second chance.
I love you always,
Kevin
After folding the paper, he pulled on a pair of shoes, and rushed from his loft. He began walking around the neighborhood of his loft, trying to figure out where Scotty could have run off to. He pulled out his cell phone and called Scotty's. All he got was the voice mail.
"Scotty darling, please let me know you're okay and not dead in a ditch. I'm so worried. I'm sorry."
Trying not to panic, Kevin called Jordan.
"Hello?"
"Jordan, it's Kevin. Please tell me you know where Scotty is. Let me know he's okay."
"He's alive. He's over here."
"Thank you so much Jordan. Thank you!"
Kevin drove as quickly as he dared (which was quite fast) to Jordan's place. He pounded on the door. Jordan opened it.
"Please let me talk to him. Please. You've got to."
Kevin could hear how anxious he sounded but he didn't care.
"Yeah, of course."
Kevin followed Jordan to the room where Scotty sat curled up on the floor.
"Kevin," Scotty said, looking up at him.
Kevin felt himself choke when he saw the tears on Scotty's face. The tears he had caused. He wordlessly handed the note to him.
"May I sit down?" he asked timidly.
Scotty nodded, already reading the letter.
Kevin sat down next to him, worried about Scotty's reaction.
Scotty folded the note, placed it beside him and turned to face Kevin. Kevin closed his eyes, afraid to hear the verdict. Afraid not to. Then he felt Scotty's lips upon his. Kevin gingerly touched Scotty's stubbled cheek. He received encouragement when Scotty placed a hand on Kevin's lower back. Kevin took Scotty's face in both hands, and ran them up to his hair, letting his fingers to run through the smooth hair until they reached back of Scotty's head, pulling him deeper into the kiss.
When the kiss ended, Scotty took Kevin's hands in his.
"Kevin my love, I am so sorry for the misunderstanding. This was never about you."
"Really?"
"Yes. I just learned that they may have to shut down San Estephe, which would mean I would be out of a job. You weren't there, and I felt so lonely, so to cope, I began drinking. By the time you did get home, I was ashamed of how drunk I was. I didn't want you to see me like that. I like being strong for you. I didn't want you to think I was a failure."
"Scotty, I would never, never think that about you. You don't have to be strong all the time. I can be strong for you. I want to be strong for you. I just don't want to lose you."
Scotty bit his lip, and looked down as though in shame.
"Come here," Kevin said, and pulled Scotty tight to him. "I'm never letting you go. But next time, could you please stick with milk?"
Kevin could feel Scotty shake with laughter in his arms, which only caused Kevin to pull him tighter to him.