Briefly Yours: Poor Baby
Story Info
Title: Briefly Yours
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Era: 2000-2005
Genre: Drama, angst
Rating: M / FRM
Summary: Snippets reflecting the events of the show, during the five seasons. Short glimpses of love and life on Liberty Avenue.
Warnings: Slash, language, references to violence, death, drug abuse, underage sex, drunkenness, and attempted rape.
Disclaimer: The characters, original story, and the places belong to Showtime and the makers of the series. No harm intended; no profit made. I’m just borrowing.
Beta: Mythra (MYTHRAS-FIRE)
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“Watch where you aim!”
“I am!”
“Doesn’t look like it.”
“Stop whining and lift it up!”
“I’m lifting. Would you stop pushing?”
“I’m not pushing!”
“See, sonny-boy? There’s a brilliant example of a ‘queens at work’ horror clip,” Brian cooed at Gus, earning a glare from Ted and Emmett, who were struggling to put a cupboard together.
“We should have hired a professional,” Emmett whined, taking off his gloves and throwing them aside.
“Some hunky hot stuff that you could have ogled at all day,” Ted muttered, still fighting to make two of the pieces fit.
“Don’t lose it over a piece of furniture,” Michael intervened, entering the living room. “Here, let me help,” he offered, taking one of the pieces Ted was holding.
There was a noise from the kitchen, and a blonde appeared in the doorway. “Aren’t they sweet?” Justin laughed, taking in the scene before him, then crawled over the back of the couch to settle upside-down beside Brian and Gus. The child made a happy sound, immediately struggling to get closer to the blonde. The smiling father released him, and soon Gus was all over Justin, both laughing and making funny faces at each other.
“It’s really nice that you’re helping,” Ted commented, a bit annoyed. He received a stuck-out tongue from Justin. “Now that’s really mature.”
“I’m a teen, remember?” Justin shot back.
“That’s not what you’ve been telling me,” Brian said, his fingers playing on Justin’s stomach. “‘Most mature person you know,’ remember?”
“Fuck you,” Justin retorted.
“Language.”
“Such a daddy you are.”
“I’ll give you a nice parental spanking if you don’t start behaving,” Brian promised with a not-so-innocent look on his face.
“Eww!” and “Aww!” were the comments that followed from the other men in the room. Gus just made his usual baby-yell, slapping his hands repeatedly against Justin’s chest.
“Promises, promises…” Justin hummed then, his fingers focused on tickling Gus.
“You never know,” Brian said in return.
Justin threw him a sceptical look. “We have Gus over, so no can do.”
“He can count the strikes,” Brian decided after a thoughtful moment.
“Aww! Poor baby!” came an echoing answer from the general direction of Michael and Emmett.
“And which baby would that be?” Ted asked, looking up from his work on the cupboard.
Justin made a face, and Gus yelled happily.
The End
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