Announcements Chapter 1
Authors: Myself & fansee. FanSee wants me to say chering WITH FanSee but without her this would have been a very one sided piece.
Characters: Mainly Justin & Brian, with random appearances by some of the other QAF folks you know and a few you don't.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: None
Summary: Post 513, Justin's in New York - Brian's in Pittsburgh. How in the heck was that ever supposed to work?
Disclaimer: We do not own these characters. If we did, we sure as hell wouldn't be writing fanfic. As far as we know, Brian Kinney and Justin Taylor belong to Cowlip. They abused them so we took them in.
Notes/Credits: This is a 2005 holiday gift to our Hobby Buddies - As someone once wrote, "I had so much fun, I thought I was someone else!" That's what this year has been like thanks to you. Also, a special note of gratitude goes out to equus07 for giving our boys such a lovely home.
May 14th, 2007 - Pittsburgh
Listening to: Stephen Kellogg & the Sixers - Scorpio
Brian Kinney
6 Tremont Place
Pittsburgh, PA 15207
Fuck, I feel old. Molly Taylor is graduating from high school.
The announcement arrived amongst a pile of bills and solicitations, and I nearly tossed it with the rest of the junk mail. It was that fucking perfect lettering on the envelope that made me think some computer had generated it. I guess it’s been awhile since I’ve seen Justin’s handwriting.
I don’t want to go, but I said I would and it’s all Michael’s fault. The pathetic asshole dragged me to the fucking mall for his goddamn sunglasses and who did I run into but Jennifer and Molly Taylor. Just when I thought that family was nearly out of my subconscious, a giggly, seventeen year old blonde was begging me to come to her party. Guess I’ve always been a sucker for them, male or female.
Will he be there? That’s the question of the hour that I couldn’t bring myself to ask. Couldn’t bring myself to appear concerned… because it shouldn’t matter. Isn’t this what I told him, and everyone, would happen eventually? What should happen? I know its right…I’m just not sure I’ve convinced myself of that yet.
May 17th, 2007 - New York
Listening to: The Dandy Warhols - We Used to Be Friends
"If this wasn’t so completely fucked up, it would be laughable. I truly believe my entire family is out to make my life a living hell. I should just not show up and then, maybe, they would be pissed enough to write me off. God knows it works for him.
Shit, it’s been well over a year and I’m quite certain he’s still as fucking beautiful as the last time I saw him. Michael’s let that slip more than once. Pittsburgh complicates my life so, maybe I should rethink this and stay in New York. This city, filled with millions of people actually has a calming effect on me. Ever since the horrible time I had last spring, things have gotten consistently better. It’s true what they say, time does heal old wounds and time does matter, you fucking asshole. Time and communication and just being in the same physical space does matter. All things you know way too little about. And now, on May 26th it appears we will once again occupy the same physical space.
What was that prayer of Ted’s? Oh yeah, dear God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know that Brian Kinney probably doesn’t give a shit.
How did we come to this?
Go to Announcements - Chapter 2
Characters: Mainly Justin & Brian, with random appearances by some of the other QAF folks you know and a few you don't.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: None
Summary: Post 513, Justin's in New York - Brian's in Pittsburgh. How in the heck was that ever supposed to work?
Disclaimer: We do not own these characters. If we did, we sure as hell wouldn't be writing fanfic. As far as we know, Brian Kinney and Justin Taylor belong to Cowlip. They abused them so we took them in.
Notes/Credits: This is a 2005 holiday gift to our Hobby Buddies - As someone once wrote, "I had so much fun, I thought I was someone else!" That's what this year has been like thanks to you. Also, a special note of gratitude goes out to equus07 for giving our boys such a lovely home.
May 14th, 2007 - Pittsburgh
Listening to: Stephen Kellogg & the Sixers - Scorpio
Brian Kinney
6 Tremont Place
Pittsburgh, PA 15207
Fuck, I feel old. Molly Taylor is graduating from high school.
The announcement arrived amongst a pile of bills and solicitations, and I nearly tossed it with the rest of the junk mail. It was that fucking perfect lettering on the envelope that made me think some computer had generated it. I guess it’s been awhile since I’ve seen Justin’s handwriting.
I don’t want to go, but I said I would and it’s all Michael’s fault. The pathetic asshole dragged me to the fucking mall for his goddamn sunglasses and who did I run into but Jennifer and Molly Taylor. Just when I thought that family was nearly out of my subconscious, a giggly, seventeen year old blonde was begging me to come to her party. Guess I’ve always been a sucker for them, male or female.
Will he be there? That’s the question of the hour that I couldn’t bring myself to ask. Couldn’t bring myself to appear concerned… because it shouldn’t matter. Isn’t this what I told him, and everyone, would happen eventually? What should happen? I know its right…I’m just not sure I’ve convinced myself of that yet.
May 17th, 2007 - New York
Listening to: The Dandy Warhols - We Used to Be Friends
"If this wasn’t so completely fucked up, it would be laughable. I truly believe my entire family is out to make my life a living hell. I should just not show up and then, maybe, they would be pissed enough to write me off. God knows it works for him.
Shit, it’s been well over a year and I’m quite certain he’s still as fucking beautiful as the last time I saw him. Michael’s let that slip more than once. Pittsburgh complicates my life so, maybe I should rethink this and stay in New York. This city, filled with millions of people actually has a calming effect on me. Ever since the horrible time I had last spring, things have gotten consistently better. It’s true what they say, time does heal old wounds and time does matter, you fucking asshole. Time and communication and just being in the same physical space does matter. All things you know way too little about. And now, on May 26th it appears we will once again occupy the same physical space.
What was that prayer of Ted’s? Oh yeah, dear God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know that Brian Kinney probably doesn’t give a shit.
How did we come to this?
Go to Announcements - Chapter 2