Brian Kinney: The One-Man Circus
Title: Brian Kinney: The One-Man Circus
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Pairing/Characters: Brian/Justin
Author: knittedshadow
Rating: adult
Words: 793
Description: Okay someone, somewhere wanted something about handstanding!juggling!Brian from the pilot episode. This is a v.short, v.quickly written 101-gapfiller which was basically just done in an attempt to keep my creative juices flowing (ooh-er) while I write for dare_challenge. But because I feel mean for making people look through a post just for that you also get some QAF icons along with it. 2 for 1. What a deal!
Challenge: None
Disclaimer: Cowlip just won't hand over the QAF cast to me however many times I offer them money. Or teh sex. And as usual hugs to my fantabulous beta besame_bj for her help.
Brian Kinney: The One-Man Circus
Justin lies on his back, gasping for breath, fists still clenched around sweat-soaked sheets as the come-down glow melts around him. He turns to Brian and grins.
“That,” he says, “was better than Tomb Raider.”
Brian just smirks and reaches for a cigarette “Good. I could kick Lara Croft’s ass any day.” He blows a smoke ring and looks thoughtful. “And I’d look better in hot pants.”
Justin turns to him wide-eyed. It’s funny to think this man is still half a stranger to him and he’s not quite sure yet whether Brian is kidding. He settles on rolling his eyes and saying, “Whatever. Lara Croft can do back flips and swing from ropes and shit.”
“So?”
“Well, can you?”
Brian smiles that loopy smile, more chemicals running through his veins than Justin can count, and spreads his arms wide, announcing grandly.
“I am Brian Kinney, Rope-Swinger Extraordinaire, a One-Man fucking Circus.”
He sits up, leaning over Justin to stick his hand into a bowl by the bed, bringing out a fistful of its contents and chucking them into the air. Condom packet confetti rains down onto the sheets and Brian grabs some and attempts a sloppy three-part juggle. After a few seconds he gives up and Justin looks at him, unimpressed.
“Lara Croft doesn’t juggle.”
“Ah-ha!” Brian crows. “But only because she can’t.”
“Juggling balls isn't exactly useful.”
Brian smirks again and says, “It is in the backroom of Babylon.”
And Justin groans because he knows he walked straight into that one.
“Maybe,” he concedes, “but less so in the face of your arch nemeses. That’s why she does all that karate and gymnastics shit.”
“You want gymnastics shit? Brian Kinney, the One-Man Circus can give you gymnastics shit!”
And before Justin can protest that he’s really not that fucking bothered and a second rim-job would be much more gratefully received, Brian’s slid himself unsteadily off the bed and placing his hands on the floor, kicks his legs into the air. They wobble for a moment, long-limbed and lopsided, before Brian rights himself and stays, precariously balanced.
Justin looks at him incredulously. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Gymnastics shit,” Brian answers smugly.
“Yeah, I got that. But I don’t think Lara Croft does handstands." He watches as Brian starts an unsteady upside down walk, wavering legs knocking objects off shelves and crashing unconcerned into furniture. "You know, I could never do handstands at school. My forward rolls were pretty neat though.” He studies Brian’s gradually reddening face. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
Brian makes the mistake of trying to shake his head in answer to Justin’s question and he topples over with a thud on the wooden floor, bringing most of the contents of his bedside table down with him. A muffled “Oops” comes from beneath the tangle of limbs.
Justin moves anxiously to the edge of the bed.
“Shit, Brian, are you okay?”
Brian disentangles himself slowly, stretching out onto the floor with a groan.
“I could do with some painkillers. There should be some E in my coat pocket. Be a good boy, get it for me.”
But Justin doesn’t move, “You shouldn’t take so many drugs you know. That shit will kill you before you’re forty. There was this guy my friend Daphne knew, who OD’d on-”
Brian cuts him off with another groan, “Fuck, since when did every trick turn into a goddamn ‘This is your brain on drugs’ commercial?”
Justin rolls his eyes and sulkily reaches for Brian’s coat, handing over a small packet of pills which Brian gratefully takes. Dry swallowing two, he tilts his head back and waits for the chemicals to reach his blood stream..
“Thank God for that,” he murmurs, “I was just starting to sober up.”
“Are you completely reliant on illegal substances?” Justin slides himself off the bed and shuffles to Brian’s side.
“No,” Brian sneers. “There’s alcohol too.”
Justin rolls his eyes again and realizes it’s something he’s getting quite good at. He watches Brian for a moment, lying there next to him, completely blissed out on the floor and then, steeling himself, Justin takes a deep breath, leans in and presses their lips together.
Brian responds easily, mouth opening with a lazy swipe of tongue. Then he helps tug Justin over so that he’s on top, straddling his hips. They stay like that, bodies rocking together until Brian breaks the silence, a laughing murmur in Justin’s ear.
“You know, I think Brian Kinney’s one-man circus is recruiting.” He rolls Justin onto his back, hovering over him. “Boy Wonder.” Hitching up Justin’s legs “Veerry flexible.”
Justin laughs and asks, “What would I have to do to get in?”
“Oh, what everyone has to do to get ahead in life. Fuck the boss.” Brian looks thoughtful, amusement sparking his eyes, “And one perfect forward roll.”
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Fandom: Queer as Folk
Pairing/Characters: Brian/Justin
Author: knittedshadow
Rating: adult
Words: 793
Description: Okay someone, somewhere wanted something about handstanding!juggling!Brian from the pilot episode. This is a v.short, v.quickly written 101-gapfiller which was basically just done in an attempt to keep my creative juices flowing (ooh-er) while I write for dare_challenge. But because I feel mean for making people look through a post just for that you also get some QAF icons along with it. 2 for 1. What a deal!
Challenge: None
Disclaimer: Cowlip just won't hand over the QAF cast to me however many times I offer them money. Or teh sex. And as usual hugs to my fantabulous beta besame_bj for her help.
Brian Kinney: The One-Man Circus
Justin lies on his back, gasping for breath, fists still clenched around sweat-soaked sheets as the come-down glow melts around him. He turns to Brian and grins.
“That,” he says, “was better than Tomb Raider.”
Brian just smirks and reaches for a cigarette “Good. I could kick Lara Croft’s ass any day.” He blows a smoke ring and looks thoughtful. “And I’d look better in hot pants.”
Justin turns to him wide-eyed. It’s funny to think this man is still half a stranger to him and he’s not quite sure yet whether Brian is kidding. He settles on rolling his eyes and saying, “Whatever. Lara Croft can do back flips and swing from ropes and shit.”
“So?”
“Well, can you?”
Brian smiles that loopy smile, more chemicals running through his veins than Justin can count, and spreads his arms wide, announcing grandly.
“I am Brian Kinney, Rope-Swinger Extraordinaire, a One-Man fucking Circus.”
He sits up, leaning over Justin to stick his hand into a bowl by the bed, bringing out a fistful of its contents and chucking them into the air. Condom packet confetti rains down onto the sheets and Brian grabs some and attempts a sloppy three-part juggle. After a few seconds he gives up and Justin looks at him, unimpressed.
“Lara Croft doesn’t juggle.”
“Ah-ha!” Brian crows. “But only because she can’t.”
“Juggling balls isn't exactly useful.”
Brian smirks again and says, “It is in the backroom of Babylon.”
And Justin groans because he knows he walked straight into that one.
“Maybe,” he concedes, “but less so in the face of your arch nemeses. That’s why she does all that karate and gymnastics shit.”
“You want gymnastics shit? Brian Kinney, the One-Man Circus can give you gymnastics shit!”
And before Justin can protest that he’s really not that fucking bothered and a second rim-job would be much more gratefully received, Brian’s slid himself unsteadily off the bed and placing his hands on the floor, kicks his legs into the air. They wobble for a moment, long-limbed and lopsided, before Brian rights himself and stays, precariously balanced.
Justin looks at him incredulously. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Gymnastics shit,” Brian answers smugly.
“Yeah, I got that. But I don’t think Lara Croft does handstands." He watches as Brian starts an unsteady upside down walk, wavering legs knocking objects off shelves and crashing unconcerned into furniture. "You know, I could never do handstands at school. My forward rolls were pretty neat though.” He studies Brian’s gradually reddening face. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
Brian makes the mistake of trying to shake his head in answer to Justin’s question and he topples over with a thud on the wooden floor, bringing most of the contents of his bedside table down with him. A muffled “Oops” comes from beneath the tangle of limbs.
Justin moves anxiously to the edge of the bed.
“Shit, Brian, are you okay?”
Brian disentangles himself slowly, stretching out onto the floor with a groan.
“I could do with some painkillers. There should be some E in my coat pocket. Be a good boy, get it for me.”
But Justin doesn’t move, “You shouldn’t take so many drugs you know. That shit will kill you before you’re forty. There was this guy my friend Daphne knew, who OD’d on-”
Brian cuts him off with another groan, “Fuck, since when did every trick turn into a goddamn ‘This is your brain on drugs’ commercial?”
Justin rolls his eyes and sulkily reaches for Brian’s coat, handing over a small packet of pills which Brian gratefully takes. Dry swallowing two, he tilts his head back and waits for the chemicals to reach his blood stream..
“Thank God for that,” he murmurs, “I was just starting to sober up.”
“Are you completely reliant on illegal substances?” Justin slides himself off the bed and shuffles to Brian’s side.
“No,” Brian sneers. “There’s alcohol too.”
Justin rolls his eyes again and realizes it’s something he’s getting quite good at. He watches Brian for a moment, lying there next to him, completely blissed out on the floor and then, steeling himself, Justin takes a deep breath, leans in and presses their lips together.
Brian responds easily, mouth opening with a lazy swipe of tongue. Then he helps tug Justin over so that he’s on top, straddling his hips. They stay like that, bodies rocking together until Brian breaks the silence, a laughing murmur in Justin’s ear.
“You know, I think Brian Kinney’s one-man circus is recruiting.” He rolls Justin onto his back, hovering over him. “Boy Wonder.” Hitching up Justin’s legs “Veerry flexible.”
Justin laughs and asks, “What would I have to do to get in?”
“Oh, what everyone has to do to get ahead in life. Fuck the boss.” Brian looks thoughtful, amusement sparking his eyes, “And one perfect forward roll.”
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