Happy Birthday, malli!
Title: A Birthday, You Know?
You know me: This is late, this is short 'cause mommy's busy, but it's here. :) HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
They like to joke about Ethan from time to time. Not really that often, but the occasions arise when they’re either high or drunk, when it’s not a terse subject or an uncomfortable topic; one of those times, Justin told Brian how Ethan would have done a birthday: “First he’d bring me breakfast in bed, we did that a couple of times, actually, I remember wanting to buy guavas because he only put cheese on those sandwiches but I didn’t have enough money…”, at that point, Brian broke into snorted giggling, “…and he’d play some noble and sentimental song for me and then we’d fuck.”
Brian fell silent for a couple of minutes, in which Justin contemplated why the fuck someone would want to play him a noble and sentimental song on his birthday instead of just the closest choice: Happy Birthday. It was cliché, but never quite overrated.
“Not very different from what I do for birthdays”, Brian finally said, and Justin never got over that fit of laughter.
It was his twentieth birthday that proved him wrong. He woke up to Brian blowing him, and a plate on his nightstand on which rested peacefully a piece of chocolate cake which he recognised from the bakery across the street (he’d stared at the window displays more than once). He was also fairly sure that this Cha Cha song was playing, about as sentimental as Brian would ever get. And they fucked far, far more than a hundred times.
When Justin pulled the duvet over both of them before falling asleep that day, he was smiling. Not quite the perfect birthday, but there were still so many more to come.
You know me: This is late, this is short 'cause mommy's busy, but it's here. :) HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
They like to joke about Ethan from time to time. Not really that often, but the occasions arise when they’re either high or drunk, when it’s not a terse subject or an uncomfortable topic; one of those times, Justin told Brian how Ethan would have done a birthday: “First he’d bring me breakfast in bed, we did that a couple of times, actually, I remember wanting to buy guavas because he only put cheese on those sandwiches but I didn’t have enough money…”, at that point, Brian broke into snorted giggling, “…and he’d play some noble and sentimental song for me and then we’d fuck.”
Brian fell silent for a couple of minutes, in which Justin contemplated why the fuck someone would want to play him a noble and sentimental song on his birthday instead of just the closest choice: Happy Birthday. It was cliché, but never quite overrated.
“Not very different from what I do for birthdays”, Brian finally said, and Justin never got over that fit of laughter.
It was his twentieth birthday that proved him wrong. He woke up to Brian blowing him, and a plate on his nightstand on which rested peacefully a piece of chocolate cake which he recognised from the bakery across the street (he’d stared at the window displays more than once). He was also fairly sure that this Cha Cha song was playing, about as sentimental as Brian would ever get. And they fucked far, far more than a hundred times.
When Justin pulled the duvet over both of them before falling asleep that day, he was smiling. Not quite the perfect birthday, but there were still so many more to come.