QAF Fic: Life is an Exodus
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jule1122This is the second challenge story I wrote. As a reminder, if you have not checked out the challenge, go right now. There are 41 stories inspired by 24 banners. The quality of both the art and writing is amazing. A masterlist of art and stories can be found HERE
Title: Life is an Exodus
Fandom and Pairing: QAF Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post series
Rating: NC-17
Warning: None
Author’s Notes:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vl_redreign is an incredible beta. I can’t thank her enough!. Title taken from the beautiful Erasure song “One Day.”
Graphic: This story was inspired by a stunning graphic done bylibra2. You can view it here: GRAPHIC
It’s only time.
In the end it wasn’t time that wore on them the most, Brian realized; it was distance. Time they could handle. They both had busy lives. Going weeks, sometimes months without seeing each other, while not ideal, was manageable. Phone calls and emails allowed them to be a constant presence in each other’s lives. In some ways, Brian knew more about Justin’s life now than he had when they both lived in Pittsburgh. And since they didn’t cling to outdated and judgmental vows of monogamy, sex with strangers satisfied their physical needs without it ever being an issue.
But sometimes, and no one could have been more surprised to discover this than Brian, it was a specific touch your craved. Sometimes you needed to be with someone who knew your body as well as you did. It was these times when the distance between Pittsburgh and New York seemed to multiply until it became endless.
Brian was the first to break. He was sure Justin had faced similar desires, but he was so caught up in succeeding on his own, Brian knew he wouldn’t ask for more than he thought Brian was willing to give. About seven months after Justin left, Brian realized he’d snapped at four tricks for what he considered sub-par blowjobs. After the last one flipped him off on his way out of the backroom, Brian admitted it was Justin’s mouth he wanted.
Drunk and frustrated enough not to care how it looked, Brian called Justin and demanded he get his ass, and more importantly, his talented tongue, back to Pittsburgh ASAP. But it was a Tuesday night, and Justin had meetings scheduled for the rest of the week. Bad weather canceled two flights, and it was almost a week before Justin arrived in Pittsburgh for a visit that would last little more than twenty-four hours.
They fucked as many times and in as many ways as they could. Justin reminded Brian on multiple occasions just why it was his mouth Brian fantasized about. When Justin’s visit was over, Brian sent him back not in a plane but in an SUV with a promise to pay the exorbitant parking fees Justin was sure to encounter. Brian had a plan.
It’s only time.
It was fun at first. They never told anyone about their meetings so the secrecy coupled with the time restrictions made the sex that much more exciting. Harrisburg ended up being the closest to a halfway point. When the time between visits stretched out before them and even a weekend proved too difficult to manage, they’d settle for a night together.
They met everywhere from seedy motels to five star resorts, rarely going to the same place twice. Sometimes they’d look at the calendar and realizing how long they were going to be apart, they’d schedule a stolen night or two. More often then not they were spontaneous trips hastily thrown together when one of them, too stressed, too lonely, too filled with need, reached out. Brian would answer the phone and hear Justin say nothing more than please. Justin would receive a text that said simply NOW.
If they were lucky, they were able to spend the entire night together, sometimes even having time for breakfast before rushing back to their lives. When the trips were fueled by desperation and crammed into too tight schedules, they had as little as an hour together. They fucked frantically not even taking the time to shower before going their separate ways.
Justin’s schedule was more flexible; he could generally afford to stay the night. Brian usually left right from Kinnetik, often leaving so much work behind that he couldn’t spare the time for both the drive back and a few hours sleep. Even meeting halfway meant losing over six hours to travel. Justin hating sleeping in a strange bed alone so he left when Brian did, telling him he wanted to get back and paint. Sometimes when Justin had been pushing himself to get ready for a show, and he looked drawn and tired, Brian promised to stay. Once Justin fell asleep, he spent what time he could give up watching him sleep, assuring himself that Justin was okay, before quietly slipping out the door.
Kinnetik hit a rough patch two years after Justin left. In the midst of a particularly nasty crisis, Brian simply couldn’t do it any more. He was an hour out of Pittsburgh before he even called Justin. His voice must have given him away because Justin arrived at the motel only twenty minutes after Brian. He found Brian outside smoking and to his credit, Justin barely raised an eyebrow when the walked into the room, and he saw what Brian left on the bed.
Brian spent a few blissful hours handcuffed and blindfolded, finally able to give up control. Justin didn’t let him think. He teased him, tormented him, pleasured him until all Brian could do was feel. It was exactly what he needed, and no one but Justin could give it to him. Barely two hours after he arrived, Brian put his suit back on and drove back to the mess he’d left behind.
It’s only time.
They couldn’t do it forever; they both knew that. Brian was more superstitious than most people realized. Six years had become a magic number in his head. If they survived six years apart, they’d find a way to live together. Less than five years after Justin left, he knew something had to give.
Most people assumed Justin would be a mess right before a show, but Brian knew the worst time would be shortly after. There was no time to freak out before a show, and there was a flurry of activity right after-waiting for reviews, meeting with buyers, capitalizing on momentum to schedule the next one. Once that died down, Justin tended to crash and crash hard. Whenever possible, he spent that time in Pittsburgh, but that didn’t always work out.
Justin’s second major solo show came at an exceptionally busy time for Kinnetik. They’d won a few high profile awards, and interest in their services was at an all time high. The most promising accounts demanded Brian’s personal attention, and it was all he could do to free up three days around the show’s opening. There was no point in Justin coming to Pittsburgh any time soon; Brian would be too busy to see him.
When Brian got back from New York, he learned Chris Hobbs had been arrested for a gay bashing on Liberty Avenue. This time his victim hadn’t been as lucky as Justin. Brian called Jennifer, Debbie, and Michael and made them promise not to say anything to Justin. Brian wanted to tell him in person. He never once thought about Molly.
He found out later she emailed him a copy of an article detailing Hobbs’s arrest. When Brian called Justin during a break between meetings, he knew immediately that something was wrong. His voice was all wrong; thin and trembling, rough like he’d been living on caffeine and cigarettes. When Brian pushed, he admitted he’d known about Hobbs for almost a week, and that nightmares wouldn’t let him sleep.
Brian put him on hold long enough to make a reservation at one of the nicest places they’d stayed and to tell Cynthia he needed twenty-four hours no matter how impossible that seemed. He kept Justin on the phone until they both got to the hotel, not trusting Justin to make the drive alone, but knowing he couldn’t take the time to drive all the way to the city.
The toll this had taken on Justin was obvious. He was pale with dark circles under his eyes. Brian was torn between anger and the need to somehow fix this; his desire to comfort Justin won. Brian led him to the shower, washing him carefully and thoroughly. The hot water relaxed Justin, and Brian kept him in there for a long time, caressing him gently, forcing the tension to drain away with the water.
Once they reached the bed, Brian worshipped Justin’s body with a single-minded devotion. Each touch was designed to bring nothing but pleasure. He took his time, slowly building their passion again and again. When he’d brought Justin to orgasm with both his mouth, then his cock buried deep inside him, he held him, kissing and soothing him until he fell asleep.
Brian waited as long as he could, making sure Justin was deeply asleep, but he couldn’t stay. He dressed reluctantly and left Justin a note telling him to stay for a few days, that he would be back as soon as possible. Brushing one last kiss into his hair, Brian forced himself to leave. It was one of the hardest things he’d ever done in his life.
The long drive back was used to make new plans. He knew about the files Ted and Cynthia had hidden away-the feasibility study into Kinnetik moving to New York, the detailed research into Justin’s career prospects if he based himself out of Pittsburgh. It was time to read those files. Brian would get through the most critical meetings then he would go back to Justin. They would go over the possibilities and make a decision. They’d been apart long enough. Fuck time.
I learned a few interesting things while writing this story. I had asked Xie if there were any banners she thought she might need stories for, and she sent me a list of ones that she didn't have a committed story fro at that time. In the end, the stories I ended up writing for had other author's choose them which is wonderful for the artists. When I first looked at the banners, this one struck me as particularly professional. I culd really picture it in a magazine printed on glossy paper. But initially coming up with a story for it was very intimidating.
One of the things I learned is that I find writing from a visual prompt very difficult. I noticed when I looked at the comments people left for various banners how detailed they were in their praise of both technique and visions of what type of stories the banners might inspire. I realized my comments would be more on the line of "beautiful gorgeous etc." I have a hard time seeing what is beyond the picture. I also now understand why I never thing of drabbles for the drabble community on LJ - the prompts are picture based. On the other hand, I find song lyrics very inspiring. The combination of the music and how a particular lyric is song often puts a whole story in my mind. It's no accident most of my titles come from song lyrics. I found the title for this story after it was at beta, but once I found it I really understood the story.
I was probably the most nervous about this story. It is pretty out of character for me. I am most comfortable writing dialogue, and you'll notice the complete absence of dialogue here. This graphic is so well done that I'm still discovering new things about it. I had the story mostly planned out when I noticed the handcuffs. My first thought was to have Brian handcuff Justin to a bed at some point. But I started thinking about the difference between how Brian talks about sex, the implications that he is experienced and enjoys all roles sexually (obviously some more than others)and how we tend to write him sexually as only topping, rarely giving blowjobs etc. It made sense to me that Brian had certainly experimented with bondage and given the right circumstances would prefer to be the one restrain. So that's where that scene came from.
A few people said they were surprised by Hobbs's role in the story. Truthfully, so was I. I had a different scenario in mind, but when it came time to write it, I didn't feel it rang true emotionally. I wanted something that would challenge Justin emotionally and also make Brian reevaluate what the distance was costing them. Not surprisingly I came back to the bashing, and then the idea that Hobbs might do something like that again. If you've actually read all of my babbling, I'm done now:)
Title: Life is an Exodus
Fandom and Pairing: QAF Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post series
Rating: NC-17
Warning: None
Author’s Notes:
vl_redreign is an incredible beta. I can’t thank her enough!. Title taken from the beautiful Erasure song “One Day.” Graphic: This story was inspired by a stunning graphic done by
libra2. You can view it here: GRAPHICIt’s only time.
In the end it wasn’t time that wore on them the most, Brian realized; it was distance. Time they could handle. They both had busy lives. Going weeks, sometimes months without seeing each other, while not ideal, was manageable. Phone calls and emails allowed them to be a constant presence in each other’s lives. In some ways, Brian knew more about Justin’s life now than he had when they both lived in Pittsburgh. And since they didn’t cling to outdated and judgmental vows of monogamy, sex with strangers satisfied their physical needs without it ever being an issue.
But sometimes, and no one could have been more surprised to discover this than Brian, it was a specific touch your craved. Sometimes you needed to be with someone who knew your body as well as you did. It was these times when the distance between Pittsburgh and New York seemed to multiply until it became endless.
Brian was the first to break. He was sure Justin had faced similar desires, but he was so caught up in succeeding on his own, Brian knew he wouldn’t ask for more than he thought Brian was willing to give. About seven months after Justin left, Brian realized he’d snapped at four tricks for what he considered sub-par blowjobs. After the last one flipped him off on his way out of the backroom, Brian admitted it was Justin’s mouth he wanted.
Drunk and frustrated enough not to care how it looked, Brian called Justin and demanded he get his ass, and more importantly, his talented tongue, back to Pittsburgh ASAP. But it was a Tuesday night, and Justin had meetings scheduled for the rest of the week. Bad weather canceled two flights, and it was almost a week before Justin arrived in Pittsburgh for a visit that would last little more than twenty-four hours.
They fucked as many times and in as many ways as they could. Justin reminded Brian on multiple occasions just why it was his mouth Brian fantasized about. When Justin’s visit was over, Brian sent him back not in a plane but in an SUV with a promise to pay the exorbitant parking fees Justin was sure to encounter. Brian had a plan.
It’s only time.
It was fun at first. They never told anyone about their meetings so the secrecy coupled with the time restrictions made the sex that much more exciting. Harrisburg ended up being the closest to a halfway point. When the time between visits stretched out before them and even a weekend proved too difficult to manage, they’d settle for a night together.
They met everywhere from seedy motels to five star resorts, rarely going to the same place twice. Sometimes they’d look at the calendar and realizing how long they were going to be apart, they’d schedule a stolen night or two. More often then not they were spontaneous trips hastily thrown together when one of them, too stressed, too lonely, too filled with need, reached out. Brian would answer the phone and hear Justin say nothing more than please. Justin would receive a text that said simply NOW.
If they were lucky, they were able to spend the entire night together, sometimes even having time for breakfast before rushing back to their lives. When the trips were fueled by desperation and crammed into too tight schedules, they had as little as an hour together. They fucked frantically not even taking the time to shower before going their separate ways.
Justin’s schedule was more flexible; he could generally afford to stay the night. Brian usually left right from Kinnetik, often leaving so much work behind that he couldn’t spare the time for both the drive back and a few hours sleep. Even meeting halfway meant losing over six hours to travel. Justin hating sleeping in a strange bed alone so he left when Brian did, telling him he wanted to get back and paint. Sometimes when Justin had been pushing himself to get ready for a show, and he looked drawn and tired, Brian promised to stay. Once Justin fell asleep, he spent what time he could give up watching him sleep, assuring himself that Justin was okay, before quietly slipping out the door.
Kinnetik hit a rough patch two years after Justin left. In the midst of a particularly nasty crisis, Brian simply couldn’t do it any more. He was an hour out of Pittsburgh before he even called Justin. His voice must have given him away because Justin arrived at the motel only twenty minutes after Brian. He found Brian outside smoking and to his credit, Justin barely raised an eyebrow when the walked into the room, and he saw what Brian left on the bed.
Brian spent a few blissful hours handcuffed and blindfolded, finally able to give up control. Justin didn’t let him think. He teased him, tormented him, pleasured him until all Brian could do was feel. It was exactly what he needed, and no one but Justin could give it to him. Barely two hours after he arrived, Brian put his suit back on and drove back to the mess he’d left behind.
It’s only time.
They couldn’t do it forever; they both knew that. Brian was more superstitious than most people realized. Six years had become a magic number in his head. If they survived six years apart, they’d find a way to live together. Less than five years after Justin left, he knew something had to give.
Most people assumed Justin would be a mess right before a show, but Brian knew the worst time would be shortly after. There was no time to freak out before a show, and there was a flurry of activity right after-waiting for reviews, meeting with buyers, capitalizing on momentum to schedule the next one. Once that died down, Justin tended to crash and crash hard. Whenever possible, he spent that time in Pittsburgh, but that didn’t always work out.
Justin’s second major solo show came at an exceptionally busy time for Kinnetik. They’d won a few high profile awards, and interest in their services was at an all time high. The most promising accounts demanded Brian’s personal attention, and it was all he could do to free up three days around the show’s opening. There was no point in Justin coming to Pittsburgh any time soon; Brian would be too busy to see him.
When Brian got back from New York, he learned Chris Hobbs had been arrested for a gay bashing on Liberty Avenue. This time his victim hadn’t been as lucky as Justin. Brian called Jennifer, Debbie, and Michael and made them promise not to say anything to Justin. Brian wanted to tell him in person. He never once thought about Molly.
He found out later she emailed him a copy of an article detailing Hobbs’s arrest. When Brian called Justin during a break between meetings, he knew immediately that something was wrong. His voice was all wrong; thin and trembling, rough like he’d been living on caffeine and cigarettes. When Brian pushed, he admitted he’d known about Hobbs for almost a week, and that nightmares wouldn’t let him sleep.
Brian put him on hold long enough to make a reservation at one of the nicest places they’d stayed and to tell Cynthia he needed twenty-four hours no matter how impossible that seemed. He kept Justin on the phone until they both got to the hotel, not trusting Justin to make the drive alone, but knowing he couldn’t take the time to drive all the way to the city.
The toll this had taken on Justin was obvious. He was pale with dark circles under his eyes. Brian was torn between anger and the need to somehow fix this; his desire to comfort Justin won. Brian led him to the shower, washing him carefully and thoroughly. The hot water relaxed Justin, and Brian kept him in there for a long time, caressing him gently, forcing the tension to drain away with the water.
Once they reached the bed, Brian worshipped Justin’s body with a single-minded devotion. Each touch was designed to bring nothing but pleasure. He took his time, slowly building their passion again and again. When he’d brought Justin to orgasm with both his mouth, then his cock buried deep inside him, he held him, kissing and soothing him until he fell asleep.
Brian waited as long as he could, making sure Justin was deeply asleep, but he couldn’t stay. He dressed reluctantly and left Justin a note telling him to stay for a few days, that he would be back as soon as possible. Brushing one last kiss into his hair, Brian forced himself to leave. It was one of the hardest things he’d ever done in his life.
The long drive back was used to make new plans. He knew about the files Ted and Cynthia had hidden away-the feasibility study into Kinnetik moving to New York, the detailed research into Justin’s career prospects if he based himself out of Pittsburgh. It was time to read those files. Brian would get through the most critical meetings then he would go back to Justin. They would go over the possibilities and make a decision. They’d been apart long enough. Fuck time.
I learned a few interesting things while writing this story. I had asked Xie if there were any banners she thought she might need stories for, and she sent me a list of ones that she didn't have a committed story fro at that time. In the end, the stories I ended up writing for had other author's choose them which is wonderful for the artists. When I first looked at the banners, this one struck me as particularly professional. I culd really picture it in a magazine printed on glossy paper. But initially coming up with a story for it was very intimidating.
One of the things I learned is that I find writing from a visual prompt very difficult. I noticed when I looked at the comments people left for various banners how detailed they were in their praise of both technique and visions of what type of stories the banners might inspire. I realized my comments would be more on the line of "beautiful gorgeous etc." I have a hard time seeing what is beyond the picture. I also now understand why I never thing of drabbles for the drabble community on LJ - the prompts are picture based. On the other hand, I find song lyrics very inspiring. The combination of the music and how a particular lyric is song often puts a whole story in my mind. It's no accident most of my titles come from song lyrics. I found the title for this story after it was at beta, but once I found it I really understood the story.
I was probably the most nervous about this story. It is pretty out of character for me. I am most comfortable writing dialogue, and you'll notice the complete absence of dialogue here. This graphic is so well done that I'm still discovering new things about it. I had the story mostly planned out when I noticed the handcuffs. My first thought was to have Brian handcuff Justin to a bed at some point. But I started thinking about the difference between how Brian talks about sex, the implications that he is experienced and enjoys all roles sexually (obviously some more than others)and how we tend to write him sexually as only topping, rarely giving blowjobs etc. It made sense to me that Brian had certainly experimented with bondage and given the right circumstances would prefer to be the one restrain. So that's where that scene came from.
A few people said they were surprised by Hobbs's role in the story. Truthfully, so was I. I had a different scenario in mind, but when it came time to write it, I didn't feel it rang true emotionally. I wanted something that would challenge Justin emotionally and also make Brian reevaluate what the distance was costing them. Not surprisingly I came back to the bashing, and then the idea that Hobbs might do something like that again. If you've actually read all of my babbling, I'm done now:)
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Date: 2008-05-28 06:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-06-02 04:41 am (UTC)I am the exact same way! I want to write a drabble for all the pictures but am completely blank when I see them and can only think of the canon scene. The only prompt I actually wrote for was a picture of Britin. Then, I just imagined a scene within. I get all sorts of inspiration from words, but pictures mystify me.
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Date: 2008-06-12 06:19 pm (UTC)