Fic: 7 Deadly Sins
Sorry guys, this isn't a holiday fic! Still, I hope you enjoy, and have the happiest Christmas everyone ♥
Title: 7 Deadly Sins
Author:reizaine
Rating: R
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeframe: Season 1 to post-series
Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N: Unbetaed because I rushed it for this weekend, so mistakes are mine! Also... it seems I have 8 sins. Don't mind me ;)
1. Lust
He has Justin pressed against the wall of the shower stall. The light makes the boy look blue, and Brian wants to lick every droplet that slides down his back, that slips sweetly down his ass.
He doesn't, though, instead he turns Justin around to face him, and Justin's head is thrown back, his mouth lax with pleasure. Brian loves him like this. Then he treads his fingers through wet blond hair, and stops exactly there. Justin's eyes fly open. Brian traces every stitch, and a dull ache spreads out in his chest.
Justin's hand reaches up to stop his, brings Brian's palm to his lips and kisses it.
Then Justin faces the wall again and thrusts his ass towards Brian.
Brian smiles, pushes away the guilt and gratitude and tears a condom wrapper open.
***
2. Sloth
He should be in the office now, there are three clients scheduled for meetings this afternoon and the boards are seriously pathetic.
But Justin is practically sleeping on him: his face is mashed against Brian's chest and his arm tucked under Brian's side.
Brian tests Justin's forehead and the fever has subsided, but Justin is still sniffling.
So he pulls the blanket higher around them both, tangles their legs and falls back asleep to Justin's breathing.
***
3. Wrath
Brian can still smell traces of liquor and smoke and too much cheap cologne on him.
Justin says he left the party early and Brian really wants to stab the fucking Sap.
He wants to rip that sleazy pig limb to limb.
Instead he waits as Justin falls into bed with him, lets Justin turn him over. Tries to remember the last time he did this, but he doesn't know.
Justin eases into him, slow and steady, and everything fades temporarily into pleasure.
***4. Vanity
I.
Brian believes in Prada, Gucci, Armani.
He believes in shirts that hang off the shoulder right and are soft as fuck. Coats should be snug around the waist and end exactly at the hip. And everyone knows he would marry all his branded loafers if they asked.
II.
He doesn't think he's ever put on a hoodie in his entire life, even when he was in the awkward phase of adolescence. Floral prints that he could've lived without, yes. But his innate fashion sense has always had more dignity than hoodies.
Unfortunately, much to Brian's anguish, that doesn't apply to everyone.
III.
Brian loves interior designing.
IV.
So, as it turns out, it's damn fun to strip his favorite decoration in the loft of all his dismal articles of clothing and dress him up in Kenneth Cole et cetera.
Then Justin grouses that he's not a Barbie or a piece of "fucking furniture," and Brian starts laughing.
Everything comes off in no time and when Justin pushes him down onto the bed, it seems clear that nothing looks hotter on Justin than nothing at all.
***5. Greed
I.
Greed, Brian had thought, was wanting Justin to stay with him at a time where he had nothing to offer but a poisonous testicle and a lot of vomit.
Greed, he also thinks, is wanting both for Justin to be a big fat fucking success and for Justin to be at his side.
II.
Ted and Cynthia come into his office one day and before he can ask them what the fuck they want, they launch in a 60 slide presentation on why it is suddenly, absolutely imperative for Kinnetik's prospects that they open a branch in Manhattan.
"The time is right," Ted says simply. Brian suspects Ted really means 'the time' between now and the last time Brian has seen one Justin Taylor is anything but 'right', rather than that it's prime time for business opportunity. Seeing as the market sucked.
But numbers don't lie, and should he wish it, they are good to go.
Then Ted and Cynthia add another clause that it is, again, "absolutely imperative" that the boss personally oversees the work for the new office. And that if Brian might want to waste no time at all in checking out potential sites, they incidentally have a ticket for a flight that departs the following day.
"Time is money," Cynthia states as matter-of-factly as possible, but the evil smile playing at her lips doesn't escape Brian.
"Why do I have such presumptuous minions?" He's aiming for Insulting but it comes out sounding more like defeat. His fears are confirmed when said minions look at each other with what is unmistakably triumph.
Fuckers don't even wait until they're out of his sight before they hi-five.
III.
It scares him a little that he just might get it all.
***
6. Envy
It's ridiculous, but Brian secretly envies Justin's paintings.
He doesn't understand how Justin can sit and stare at his canvasses for hour upon hour, even when there's no fucking thing on it.
(Although, yes, Justin has sat and stared (and done a good many things) to Brian when there was nothing on him, too. Especially when he had nothing on. Still.)
When Justin starts painting, it's even worse. He doesn't move to eat or drink and sometimes Brian thinks he could stand there and wiggle his dick and Justin wouldn't notice.
And then there are those times when Brian wakes up and really needs his morning fuck, but Justin is off on some project, and Brian doesn't even bother trying anymore.
(On days like this, he becomes forgiving after about the eighth blow job. It's not too bad a deal.)
So Brian feels a surge of victory when, after he lets himself into Justin's apartment, Justin drops his brush, flies to the door and launches himself at Brian. He's grinning like a loon.
Please don't say he doesn't even get to tell Justin himself.
"Ted, Cynthia, Michael, just to name the first few," Justin informs brightly, and kisses him soundly on the lips.
Brian mumbles something about idiots who should learn to keep their traps shut, but Justin is pulling him into the bedroom and it doesn't matter.
They step past the canvas that's ignored for now, and Brian almost smirks at it. Almost.
***7. Gluttony
That evening, they go to a fancy restaurant uptown and order half the menu.
Somewhere after the third course they give up. Then Justin is pinned against a very posh cubicle wall while Brian fucks his brains out. They don't even bother keeping their voices down.
"I'm so happy you're here," Justin pants, his hip bruising from where Brian grips.
"Can- Tell,- Sunshine," Brian replies, words punctuated by thrusts.
After they come, Justin reaches behind for Brian's hand. "I love you."
Brian entwines their fingers, leans his chin on Justin's shoulder. Whispers the words back.
***
8. Pride
After repeated threats of castration and worse, of forcibly donating her antiques to their house, Brian and Justin relent and fly everyone over for housewarming.
Emmett cooks up a storm, Ted brings wine that impresses even Brian, and Michael, Ben, Lindsay and Melanie arrive with the herd.
Debbie brings only one antique, and Debbie loves the place.
The penthouse is, needless to say, big enough for ten people to live in. Sunshine's art hangs on the walls, along with more photos of family than is characteristic of Brian. It is obvious that this place is, in a way that the loft never quite was, Brian and Justin's. Another good hint is that she's never seen such a fucking huge bed.
"From Italy," Brian smirks when he sees her gaping. "Custom-made."
She turns to tell him that they should fucking eat more if they're going to buy a bed big enough for two polar bears, but Brian has wandered off towards the balcony where Justin and Gus are arm-wrestling.
"He's strong," Justin whines, and lets a giggling Gus push his hand onto the ledge. Then Gus gets up and runs, beating his fists on his chest, towards Lindsay.
Debbie watches as Brian slides his arms around Justin from behind, sees Justin sink into the embrace.
Brian whispers something into his ear and they share a laugh.
They look happy. And Debbie's never had a better reason to be so darned proud of her boys.
Title: 7 Deadly Sins
Author:reizaine
Rating: R
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeframe: Season 1 to post-series
Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N: Unbetaed because I rushed it for this weekend, so mistakes are mine! Also... it seems I have 8 sins. Don't mind me ;)
1. Lust
He has Justin pressed against the wall of the shower stall. The light makes the boy look blue, and Brian wants to lick every droplet that slides down his back, that slips sweetly down his ass.
He doesn't, though, instead he turns Justin around to face him, and Justin's head is thrown back, his mouth lax with pleasure. Brian loves him like this. Then he treads his fingers through wet blond hair, and stops exactly there. Justin's eyes fly open. Brian traces every stitch, and a dull ache spreads out in his chest.
Justin's hand reaches up to stop his, brings Brian's palm to his lips and kisses it.
Then Justin faces the wall again and thrusts his ass towards Brian.
Brian smiles, pushes away the guilt and gratitude and tears a condom wrapper open.
***
2. Sloth
He should be in the office now, there are three clients scheduled for meetings this afternoon and the boards are seriously pathetic.
But Justin is practically sleeping on him: his face is mashed against Brian's chest and his arm tucked under Brian's side.
Brian tests Justin's forehead and the fever has subsided, but Justin is still sniffling.
So he pulls the blanket higher around them both, tangles their legs and falls back asleep to Justin's breathing.
***
3. Wrath
Brian can still smell traces of liquor and smoke and too much cheap cologne on him.
Justin says he left the party early and Brian really wants to stab the fucking Sap.
He wants to rip that sleazy pig limb to limb.
Instead he waits as Justin falls into bed with him, lets Justin turn him over. Tries to remember the last time he did this, but he doesn't know.
Justin eases into him, slow and steady, and everything fades temporarily into pleasure.
***4. Vanity
I.
Brian believes in Prada, Gucci, Armani.
He believes in shirts that hang off the shoulder right and are soft as fuck. Coats should be snug around the waist and end exactly at the hip. And everyone knows he would marry all his branded loafers if they asked.
II.
He doesn't think he's ever put on a hoodie in his entire life, even when he was in the awkward phase of adolescence. Floral prints that he could've lived without, yes. But his innate fashion sense has always had more dignity than hoodies.
Unfortunately, much to Brian's anguish, that doesn't apply to everyone.
III.
Brian loves interior designing.
IV.
So, as it turns out, it's damn fun to strip his favorite decoration in the loft of all his dismal articles of clothing and dress him up in Kenneth Cole et cetera.
Then Justin grouses that he's not a Barbie or a piece of "fucking furniture," and Brian starts laughing.
Everything comes off in no time and when Justin pushes him down onto the bed, it seems clear that nothing looks hotter on Justin than nothing at all.
***5. Greed
I.
Greed, Brian had thought, was wanting Justin to stay with him at a time where he had nothing to offer but a poisonous testicle and a lot of vomit.
Greed, he also thinks, is wanting both for Justin to be a big fat fucking success and for Justin to be at his side.
II.
Ted and Cynthia come into his office one day and before he can ask them what the fuck they want, they launch in a 60 slide presentation on why it is suddenly, absolutely imperative for Kinnetik's prospects that they open a branch in Manhattan.
"The time is right," Ted says simply. Brian suspects Ted really means 'the time' between now and the last time Brian has seen one Justin Taylor is anything but 'right', rather than that it's prime time for business opportunity. Seeing as the market sucked.
But numbers don't lie, and should he wish it, they are good to go.
Then Ted and Cynthia add another clause that it is, again, "absolutely imperative" that the boss personally oversees the work for the new office. And that if Brian might want to waste no time at all in checking out potential sites, they incidentally have a ticket for a flight that departs the following day.
"Time is money," Cynthia states as matter-of-factly as possible, but the evil smile playing at her lips doesn't escape Brian.
"Why do I have such presumptuous minions?" He's aiming for Insulting but it comes out sounding more like defeat. His fears are confirmed when said minions look at each other with what is unmistakably triumph.
Fuckers don't even wait until they're out of his sight before they hi-five.
III.
It scares him a little that he just might get it all.
***
6. Envy
It's ridiculous, but Brian secretly envies Justin's paintings.
He doesn't understand how Justin can sit and stare at his canvasses for hour upon hour, even when there's no fucking thing on it.
(Although, yes, Justin has sat and stared (and done a good many things) to Brian when there was nothing on him, too. Especially when he had nothing on. Still.)
When Justin starts painting, it's even worse. He doesn't move to eat or drink and sometimes Brian thinks he could stand there and wiggle his dick and Justin wouldn't notice.
And then there are those times when Brian wakes up and really needs his morning fuck, but Justin is off on some project, and Brian doesn't even bother trying anymore.
(On days like this, he becomes forgiving after about the eighth blow job. It's not too bad a deal.)
So Brian feels a surge of victory when, after he lets himself into Justin's apartment, Justin drops his brush, flies to the door and launches himself at Brian. He's grinning like a loon.
Please don't say he doesn't even get to tell Justin himself.
"Ted, Cynthia, Michael, just to name the first few," Justin informs brightly, and kisses him soundly on the lips.
Brian mumbles something about idiots who should learn to keep their traps shut, but Justin is pulling him into the bedroom and it doesn't matter.
They step past the canvas that's ignored for now, and Brian almost smirks at it. Almost.
***7. Gluttony
That evening, they go to a fancy restaurant uptown and order half the menu.
Somewhere after the third course they give up. Then Justin is pinned against a very posh cubicle wall while Brian fucks his brains out. They don't even bother keeping their voices down.
"I'm so happy you're here," Justin pants, his hip bruising from where Brian grips.
"Can- Tell,- Sunshine," Brian replies, words punctuated by thrusts.
After they come, Justin reaches behind for Brian's hand. "I love you."
Brian entwines their fingers, leans his chin on Justin's shoulder. Whispers the words back.
***
8. Pride
After repeated threats of castration and worse, of forcibly donating her antiques to their house, Brian and Justin relent and fly everyone over for housewarming.
Emmett cooks up a storm, Ted brings wine that impresses even Brian, and Michael, Ben, Lindsay and Melanie arrive with the herd.
Debbie brings only one antique, and Debbie loves the place.
The penthouse is, needless to say, big enough for ten people to live in. Sunshine's art hangs on the walls, along with more photos of family than is characteristic of Brian. It is obvious that this place is, in a way that the loft never quite was, Brian and Justin's. Another good hint is that she's never seen such a fucking huge bed.
"From Italy," Brian smirks when he sees her gaping. "Custom-made."
She turns to tell him that they should fucking eat more if they're going to buy a bed big enough for two polar bears, but Brian has wandered off towards the balcony where Justin and Gus are arm-wrestling.
"He's strong," Justin whines, and lets a giggling Gus push his hand onto the ledge. Then Gus gets up and runs, beating his fists on his chest, towards Lindsay.
Debbie watches as Brian slides his arms around Justin from behind, sees Justin sink into the embrace.
Brian whispers something into his ear and they share a laugh.
They look happy. And Debbie's never had a better reason to be so darned proud of her boys.