QAF Drabbles
May. 14th, 2009 11:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jule1122I have been cross posting drabbles as often as I should so this is a rather long post. My usual mix of pairings and ratings so there should be something here for everyone.
Prompt: Hot
Title: Seeking Relief
Sweat beaded Justin’s face as he waited for the fan to make its next ineffectual pass over him. It was too hot to sleep, but too hot to do anything else so he lay sprawled across his bed, naked and lonely. His mind wandered, and when the fan did reach him again, it was easy to imagine it was Brian’s breath ghosting across his nipples.
Justin reached for his cock and thought about Brian’s tongue, imagined him slowly licking the sweat from his body. His hand sped up, and he came with a groan, now hot and sticky, but content.
Prompt: Sleep/Sleepy/Sleeping
Title: Behind Glass
Notes: Thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vl_redreign for the quick beta! Title taken from the following lyrics from Morrissey’s song “My Life is a Succession of People Saying Goodbye.”
And all of the best things in life
Are behind glass
Money, jewelry and flesh
Brian toyed with his cigarette and watched Justin sleep. He was quiet tonight, letting Brian pretend he was watching Justin from doorway of his bedroom. There would be nothing between them; no glass, no guilt, nothing to stop him joining Justin, only distance Brian could close in heartbeat.
Justin stirred, and Brian stepped back, out of Justin’s line of sight, suddenly grateful for the barrier between them. He never let Justin see him, never let their eyes meet; knowing if they did, and he saw Justin’s eyes filled with pain and fear instead of desire, the illusion would be shattered.
Prompt: Kinnetik
Title: Moving On
Brian shut the door and ran his fingers over the letters, following their path, remembering how he’d been filled with pride and fear the first time he’d seen them. “Kinnetik.” The name declaring it his in every way, right from the start. In the end, Kinnetik had succeeded beyond even his dreams, and he dreamed big. But now, beyond the doors, there was nothing but darkness. The parties over, the goodbyes said, the boxes packed and shipped.
Brian pressed his hand against the glass one more time before walking away. Justin was waiting, and they had a plane to catch.
Prompt: Vacation
Title: Housesitters
“How exactly did Mikey con you into watering his plants while he and the Professor are off ‘rediscovering their love?’”
Justin ignored Brian and reset the thermostat.
“Isn’t this Debbie’s job?” Brian rifled through a stack of mail, holding a thick envelope up to the light.
“He doesn’t want her, or you, snooping.” Justin took the mail off him.
“At least I’ll know what to do with the Ben-sized dildo I find.”
Justin snorted.
Brian hugged him from behind before reaching down and cupping his dick. “Come upstairs, and I’ll show you where Mikey hides his toys.”
Prompt: Tease
Title: Lupe's Last Stand
“Come on you little tease, you know you want it.”
Blake looked up from his book, surprised to hear Ted’s voice since they were alone in the house. He walked into the bedroom and found Ted on his hands and knees, ass wiggling as he inched backwards. Blake smelled. . . fish?
“Ted?”
“Lupe’s in the vent again and won’t come out. Not even for salmon.” Ted sat back and threw his hands up, frustrated. “Salmon!”
“Lupe will come out eventually. Perhaps if we ignore her?” Blake eyed the bed knowing Ted would take the hint. He, after all, was no tease.
Prompt: Cock
Title: Inspiring Lesson
Justin shifted uncomfortably in chair as Debbie lectured him about safe sex. He shouldn’t be hard while she talked about anal warts, flavored condoms, and the importance regular testing.
But all he could think about his first night with Brian, when he’d asked about safe sex, and Brian had told to put the condom on him. It was the first time he’d touched another guy’s dick and remembering how hot and hard it felt in his hand made his own cock throb.
“Now go jerk off before you explode.”
Not needing to be told twice, Justin ran up the stairs.
Prompt: Darkness
Title: Running to Stand Still
Note: I shamelessly stole the title from a U2 song which is both deep and meaningful unlike this drabble.
“Teddy! Help me; I can’t see!”
Emmett’s panicked voice woke Ted from a light doze.
“I’m blind! Oh my God, Ted, I’m blind.”
Ted jumped from the couch and raced back to the bedroom where Emmett had been sleeping off a migraine. Finding Emmett flailing in the bed, Ted sat next to him and tried to hold him still. “Emmett, stop, you’re okay.”
“I’m not okay,” Emmett snapped. “I’m fucking blind. My life is ruined.”
Ted bit his lip to keep from laughing and gently pushed the paisley, magenta, silk sleep mask off Emmett’s eyes.
Prompt: Music
Title: Siren Song
The music changed, and Brian headed toward the bar, but Justin caught his wrist and pulled him back.
“Dance with me.” Justin wound his arms around Brian’s neck and rained kisses along his jaw.
“I hate this song,” Brian protested, refusing to move.
“I know.” Justin smiled before beginning to sway slightly, constantly brushing his body against Brian’s. Closing his eyes, he threw his head back and rolled his hips to a beat that didn’t belong to the song blasting from the speakers.
But Brian could hear it. As his lips met Justin’s, he was dancing to the same beat.
Prompt: Hurt/Comfort
Title: Midnight Confessions
Ted thought he’d confessed everything, every sin, every humiliation, during those first horrible days of rehab. But even years after getting clean, he still gets flashes of memory, things he’d forgotten or been too ashamed to remember.
No matter how much he’d like to ignore them, just pretend they never happened, he shares every ugly detail at his next meeting. But first, just before they fall asleep, under the cover of darkness, he whispers them to Blake. Blake, who had his own reservoirs of shame and humiliation, never judges. He just holds Ted tighter and tells him he loves him.
Prompt: Ice Cream
Title: Sugar Rush
Author's Notes: Related to these drabbles: Surrogate and Now You Know.
“You really need to stop dating such fucking losers.” Brian pushed the mostly empty carton of ice cream away in disgust. “I don’t get enough time in at the gym as it is.”
“I’ll be sure to mention that to the next guy who asked me out,” Daphne rolled her eyes and reached for the ice cream. She dumped the rest of the hot fudge in the carton before taking a large bite. “Please don’t break my heart because Brian Kinney will have to eat ice cream with me.”
“Screw you,” Brian snapped, taking the carton back as Daphne giggled.
Prompt: Love is in the Air
Title: Finding Your Way
When Ted came out of his meeting, Blake was waiting with a cup of coffee. He handed it over with a kiss then took Ted’s hand as they walked home. Blake didn’t ask about the meeting or how Ted felt. Instead, he joked about Lupe’s latest escape attempt and suggested a movie for Saturday night.
Once they were home, Blake headed for the kitchen, but Ted stopped him. There was so much he needed to say, explanations and apologies, but nothing came out.
Blake shook his head and squeezed Ted’s hand, “When you’re ready.” Ted had never felt more loved.
Prompt: Dance Floor
Title: Fool's Gold
The empty dance floor mocked him. Brian stalked over to the bar and poured himself a drink. The staff would arrive in another hour, and then it would be time to open. But the dance floor wouldn’t get any more crowded. Babylon was dying, and every fag with an ounce of survival instinct had abandoned ship. The pursuit of shiny, pretty boys and quick, dirty sex happened somewhere else now.
Buying Babylon had been folly, but Brian couldn’t resist. He would restore it to its former glory or die trying. Babylon was his playground, and he was going down swinging.
Prompt: Breakfast
Title: Closer to Home
Coming back to Pittsburgh was harder than he expected. Michael felt like a failure and a stranger. Justin was still fucked up, and Brian, almost as bad, was somehow supposed to fix him. Blake had disappeared, probably a good thing, but Ted still wasn’t smiling.
One thing that hasn’t changed was breakfast at the diner. Michael laughed with Ted and Emmett, and let Ma hug him and bring him extra pancakes. Sometimes Brian showed up and even though he was always looking around like he hoped Justin would appear, at least he was there. Every morning felt more like home.
The next set of drabbles are a response to a prompt that ask for drabbles to be inspired by an icon. The first drabble I choose the icon, but the rest were given to me as prompts by members of my flist. When possible I have credited the icon maker.
Prompt: Icon Inspiration
Title: Saving Memories
Inspiration: Icon byqafmaniac
Daphne smiled and leaned into Justin as September snapped another picture. She took her camera back, setting on the table instead of shoving back into her tiny purse, sure she’d want it again. It might not be the romantic Prom she’d dreamed about, but Daphne wanted to remember all of it.
Justin pulled her onto the dance floor, promising he’d take her to Babylon later where they wouldn’t be the only ones who could actually dance. It was just an excuse to look for Brian, but she didn’t care. She had her best friend back; she wouldn’t lose him again.
Title:A New Day
Inspiration:happier_bunny suggested this icon:
The day after the election, Brian walked with Justin from the diner to Michael’s store. Justin had some work to do on Rage, and Brian had nothing better to do than tag along. The weather was shitty, cold and windy yet again. It was still Pittsburgh in the winter, but something felt different. Everyone they passed was smiling and laughing. A few people even patted Brian on the back as they walked by them.
Brian took a deep breath and relaxed. He reached for Justin’s hand, pushing aside thoughts of unemployment and pending financial disaster. It was a beautiful morning.
Title: Little Charmer
Inspiration:michira_70 suggested this icon:
Gus skipped happily from the room. Lindsay shook her head, despite her resolve, he’d gotten his own way, again. First he’d smile at her, looking so much like Brian it made her heart ache. But once he opened his mouth, he was all Mel, passionately arguing his case.
Lindsay saw in him the best of Brian and Melanie. Her best friend and the love of her life reflecting back at her in everything Gus said and did. How could she ever say no to that combination? What the hell had she been thinking, having a child with both of them.
Title: Wordless Comfort
Inspiration: Icon suggested bybesamislabios and created by brianslave68
There was no easy way to deliver news like this, no real way to soften the blow. So Brian just held on and waited for the news to sink in. Brian knew there were things he should be saying, but sympathetic platitudes were worthless, and Brian couldn’t bring himself to lie to Justin, even now. Still, he cursed his inability to think of something comforting to say.
Justin pulled back and offered him a weak smile. “Thanks.”
“For what?” Brian asked, incredulous.
“For not saying everything is going to be okay or some other bullshit. For just letting me feel.”
Title: Caught in the Act
Inspiration:outlander suggested this icon:
Cynthia usually hated her sister’s dinner parties, but for once she was paired with a hot guy instead of some loser. He was also smart, funny, and from what Cynthia could tell had an incredible ass. But as they talked, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d met him before. When he spilled his drink, blushing a little, she finally recognized him.
“Fuck,” she muttered. The last time she’d dropped by the loft with paperwork, she’d caught Brian engaged in an enthusiastic sixty-nine with her dinner partner. His ass was incredible; too bad she wasn’t getting another look at it.
Title: Grabby Hands
Inspiration:flamencanyc suggested this icon
“Ok, Brian, let’s go home.” Justin struggled toward the door while supporting most of Brian’s weight.
“Let’s fuck here first.” Brian stumbled, slamming them both into a wall. He took advantage of Justin’s loss of momentum to slip his hand down his pants and grope his ass while trying to unbutton Justin’s shirt with his other hand.
“Ted!” Justin snapped while attempting to push Brian’s hands away. “What the fuck did they give him at the dentist?”
“I have no idea, but they could make a fortune selling it at Babylon,” he gasp out before giving in to hysterical laughter.
Title: Unbreakable Bond
Inspiration:fun_demented suggested this icon:
Jennifer spent years saying goodbye to Justin. She sent him to Brian, to Debbie, to New York. And somehow the boy she let go became a man she didn’t always recognize. She looked at his paintings, so dark and powerful, and wondered what happened to the sweet little boy who drew her bouquets of flowers or even the awkward teenage who sketched her braiding Molly’s hair.
But when they visited MoMA together, she watched him studying his favorite pieces with the same intensity he had as a child. And he was her baby again, all grown up, but still hers.
Title: Coaxing Confessions
Inspiration:xie_xie_xie gave this icon and its text as a prompt. Icon created by zaipixie:
Justin always knew when something was bothering Brian, and while his first instinct was to ask what was wrong, he’d learned there were better ways of getting Brian to talk. So instead he’d take Brian’s hand and bring it to his dick, letting Brian know he was ready for a rough fuck against the couch. Or he’d kiss him slow and deep and kiss him over and over while they stripped and rolled their hips together, not stopping even while their come cooled in a sticky puddle between them.
Then he’d wait, and when he was ready Brian would talk.
The Limits of Love:
Inspiration:xie_xie_xie gave me this icon and its text as a prompt. Icon by zaipixie
Every few weeks, Jennifer had dinner at Debbie’s. Debbie made sure Justin wasn’t working, and even though he pretended not to know why, he never made plans on those nights.
It was awkward at first, but before long Justin could tell that Jennifer really liked Debbie and Vic. Most of her attention, though, was focused on Justin; she’d sit close to him, always asking him questions and touching him- fixing his hair, reaching for his hand. Before she left, she’d hug him so tightly that he knew she was going to ask him to come home. But she never did.
The final set of drabbles was written for![[noteverything]](https://p2.dreamwidth.org/d0900ce718c4/4279590-37064/www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
noteverything. She asked me for angst, and she got it. There are not specific warnings, and I didn’t kill anyone, but these are not happy drabbles by any stretch of the imagination. If you are having a bad day, you may want to skip them.
Filling the Space
Justin’s departure didn’t change anything for Brian. While he was mooning over his fiddler, Brian spent his nights dancing, drinking, getting high, and fucking, just like he always had. But now he didn’t have to worry about the disapproving wife at home.
And Justin had nothing to do with the phone call he’d just made. Negotiations had been simple; Brian knew exactly what he wanted and was willing to pay. He was simply getting his needs met as efficiently as possible. It was that some nights all the blow jobs in the world didn’t make up for an empty bed.
Echo
Debbie opened the door, still laughing, “Hey, Vic,” she yelled. “You won’t believe what happened. . .” Then her voice trailed off as she remembered. The house suddenly seemed so empty, the silence crushing. She almost wished for Christmas music, but she’d packed up all the decorations after the disastrous party, and no hula dancing, singing Santa greeted her.
Quietly shutting the door behind her, Debbie hung up her coat and made her way to the empty kitchen where no one was waiting for her with fresh coffee. “What I’d give, Little Brother,” Debbie whispered, “to be wiping your ass right now.”
Adrift
At times, life in New York was nothing but a series of rejections. When it got bad, Justin turned off his phone and hid out in his studio, spending hours staring at his paintings, cataloguing faults and second guessing his choices. He’d never given a shit what anyone thought of his work, but on his own, with so much riding on success, Justin questioned everything.
Justin went days without talking to another person. Brian was miles away, his touch a distant memory. Surrounded by his failures, Justin found it surprisingly easy to forget what it felt like to be loved.
Discovery
Emmett watched Ted and Blake finally get it right, and while he was happy for them, he still resented Ted for finding his partner while Emmett seemed destined to be alone. Drew was gone, and Emmett knew in heart they wouldn’t celebrate his twenty-first birthday together.
He feared Ted had been his best chance for happiness, if not for the drugs and the false euphoria that held so much promise Ted willingly threw away the life they were building. Emmett had never felt anything like that, but he clutched the vial of crystal and decided it was time he did.
Swallow Your Pride
At first, Canada was the fresh start they needed. Then Melanie watched Lindsay flirt with JR’s teacher, and it was Sam fucking Auerbach all over again. When she snuck home just before dawn, reeking of his cologne, Melanie wanted to send her away, but she couldn’t. Lindsay would run home to Pittsburgh with the kids. Brian would help her because he always did. Michael would too, just for the chance of having JR in the same city.
No one would help Melanie. She loved her kids enough to pretend she was asleep and pray for the strength to survive this.
Prompt: Hot
Title: Seeking Relief
Sweat beaded Justin’s face as he waited for the fan to make its next ineffectual pass over him. It was too hot to sleep, but too hot to do anything else so he lay sprawled across his bed, naked and lonely. His mind wandered, and when the fan did reach him again, it was easy to imagine it was Brian’s breath ghosting across his nipples.
Justin reached for his cock and thought about Brian’s tongue, imagined him slowly licking the sweat from his body. His hand sped up, and he came with a groan, now hot and sticky, but content.
Prompt: Sleep/Sleepy/Sleeping
Title: Behind Glass
Notes: Thank you to
vl_redreign for the quick beta! Title taken from the following lyrics from Morrissey’s song “My Life is a Succession of People Saying Goodbye.”And all of the best things in life
Are behind glass
Money, jewelry and flesh
Brian toyed with his cigarette and watched Justin sleep. He was quiet tonight, letting Brian pretend he was watching Justin from doorway of his bedroom. There would be nothing between them; no glass, no guilt, nothing to stop him joining Justin, only distance Brian could close in heartbeat.
Justin stirred, and Brian stepped back, out of Justin’s line of sight, suddenly grateful for the barrier between them. He never let Justin see him, never let their eyes meet; knowing if they did, and he saw Justin’s eyes filled with pain and fear instead of desire, the illusion would be shattered.
Prompt: Kinnetik
Title: Moving On
Brian shut the door and ran his fingers over the letters, following their path, remembering how he’d been filled with pride and fear the first time he’d seen them. “Kinnetik.” The name declaring it his in every way, right from the start. In the end, Kinnetik had succeeded beyond even his dreams, and he dreamed big. But now, beyond the doors, there was nothing but darkness. The parties over, the goodbyes said, the boxes packed and shipped.
Brian pressed his hand against the glass one more time before walking away. Justin was waiting, and they had a plane to catch.
Prompt: Vacation
Title: Housesitters
“How exactly did Mikey con you into watering his plants while he and the Professor are off ‘rediscovering their love?’”
Justin ignored Brian and reset the thermostat.
“Isn’t this Debbie’s job?” Brian rifled through a stack of mail, holding a thick envelope up to the light.
“He doesn’t want her, or you, snooping.” Justin took the mail off him.
“At least I’ll know what to do with the Ben-sized dildo I find.”
Justin snorted.
Brian hugged him from behind before reaching down and cupping his dick. “Come upstairs, and I’ll show you where Mikey hides his toys.”
Prompt: Tease
Title: Lupe's Last Stand
“Come on you little tease, you know you want it.”
Blake looked up from his book, surprised to hear Ted’s voice since they were alone in the house. He walked into the bedroom and found Ted on his hands and knees, ass wiggling as he inched backwards. Blake smelled. . . fish?
“Ted?”
“Lupe’s in the vent again and won’t come out. Not even for salmon.” Ted sat back and threw his hands up, frustrated. “Salmon!”
“Lupe will come out eventually. Perhaps if we ignore her?” Blake eyed the bed knowing Ted would take the hint. He, after all, was no tease.
Prompt: Cock
Title: Inspiring Lesson
Justin shifted uncomfortably in chair as Debbie lectured him about safe sex. He shouldn’t be hard while she talked about anal warts, flavored condoms, and the importance regular testing.
But all he could think about his first night with Brian, when he’d asked about safe sex, and Brian had told to put the condom on him. It was the first time he’d touched another guy’s dick and remembering how hot and hard it felt in his hand made his own cock throb.
“Now go jerk off before you explode.”
Not needing to be told twice, Justin ran up the stairs.
Prompt: Darkness
Title: Running to Stand Still
Note: I shamelessly stole the title from a U2 song which is both deep and meaningful unlike this drabble.
“Teddy! Help me; I can’t see!”
Emmett’s panicked voice woke Ted from a light doze.
“I’m blind! Oh my God, Ted, I’m blind.”
Ted jumped from the couch and raced back to the bedroom where Emmett had been sleeping off a migraine. Finding Emmett flailing in the bed, Ted sat next to him and tried to hold him still. “Emmett, stop, you’re okay.”
“I’m not okay,” Emmett snapped. “I’m fucking blind. My life is ruined.”
Ted bit his lip to keep from laughing and gently pushed the paisley, magenta, silk sleep mask off Emmett’s eyes.
Prompt: Music
Title: Siren Song
The music changed, and Brian headed toward the bar, but Justin caught his wrist and pulled him back.
“Dance with me.” Justin wound his arms around Brian’s neck and rained kisses along his jaw.
“I hate this song,” Brian protested, refusing to move.
“I know.” Justin smiled before beginning to sway slightly, constantly brushing his body against Brian’s. Closing his eyes, he threw his head back and rolled his hips to a beat that didn’t belong to the song blasting from the speakers.
But Brian could hear it. As his lips met Justin’s, he was dancing to the same beat.
Prompt: Hurt/Comfort
Title: Midnight Confessions
Ted thought he’d confessed everything, every sin, every humiliation, during those first horrible days of rehab. But even years after getting clean, he still gets flashes of memory, things he’d forgotten or been too ashamed to remember.
No matter how much he’d like to ignore them, just pretend they never happened, he shares every ugly detail at his next meeting. But first, just before they fall asleep, under the cover of darkness, he whispers them to Blake. Blake, who had his own reservoirs of shame and humiliation, never judges. He just holds Ted tighter and tells him he loves him.
Prompt: Ice Cream
Title: Sugar Rush
Author's Notes: Related to these drabbles: Surrogate and Now You Know.
“You really need to stop dating such fucking losers.” Brian pushed the mostly empty carton of ice cream away in disgust. “I don’t get enough time in at the gym as it is.”
“I’ll be sure to mention that to the next guy who asked me out,” Daphne rolled her eyes and reached for the ice cream. She dumped the rest of the hot fudge in the carton before taking a large bite. “Please don’t break my heart because Brian Kinney will have to eat ice cream with me.”
“Screw you,” Brian snapped, taking the carton back as Daphne giggled.
Prompt: Love is in the Air
Title: Finding Your Way
When Ted came out of his meeting, Blake was waiting with a cup of coffee. He handed it over with a kiss then took Ted’s hand as they walked home. Blake didn’t ask about the meeting or how Ted felt. Instead, he joked about Lupe’s latest escape attempt and suggested a movie for Saturday night.
Once they were home, Blake headed for the kitchen, but Ted stopped him. There was so much he needed to say, explanations and apologies, but nothing came out.
Blake shook his head and squeezed Ted’s hand, “When you’re ready.” Ted had never felt more loved.
Prompt: Dance Floor
Title: Fool's Gold
The empty dance floor mocked him. Brian stalked over to the bar and poured himself a drink. The staff would arrive in another hour, and then it would be time to open. But the dance floor wouldn’t get any more crowded. Babylon was dying, and every fag with an ounce of survival instinct had abandoned ship. The pursuit of shiny, pretty boys and quick, dirty sex happened somewhere else now.
Buying Babylon had been folly, but Brian couldn’t resist. He would restore it to its former glory or die trying. Babylon was his playground, and he was going down swinging.
Prompt: Breakfast
Title: Closer to Home
Coming back to Pittsburgh was harder than he expected. Michael felt like a failure and a stranger. Justin was still fucked up, and Brian, almost as bad, was somehow supposed to fix him. Blake had disappeared, probably a good thing, but Ted still wasn’t smiling.
One thing that hasn’t changed was breakfast at the diner. Michael laughed with Ted and Emmett, and let Ma hug him and bring him extra pancakes. Sometimes Brian showed up and even though he was always looking around like he hoped Justin would appear, at least he was there. Every morning felt more like home.
The next set of drabbles are a response to a prompt that ask for drabbles to be inspired by an icon. The first drabble I choose the icon, but the rest were given to me as prompts by members of my flist. When possible I have credited the icon maker.
Prompt: Icon Inspiration
Title: Saving Memories
Inspiration: Icon by
qafmaniacDaphne smiled and leaned into Justin as September snapped another picture. She took her camera back, setting on the table instead of shoving back into her tiny purse, sure she’d want it again. It might not be the romantic Prom she’d dreamed about, but Daphne wanted to remember all of it.
Justin pulled her onto the dance floor, promising he’d take her to Babylon later where they wouldn’t be the only ones who could actually dance. It was just an excuse to look for Brian, but she didn’t care. She had her best friend back; she wouldn’t lose him again.
Title:A New Day
Inspiration:
happier_bunny suggested this icon:The day after the election, Brian walked with Justin from the diner to Michael’s store. Justin had some work to do on Rage, and Brian had nothing better to do than tag along. The weather was shitty, cold and windy yet again. It was still Pittsburgh in the winter, but something felt different. Everyone they passed was smiling and laughing. A few people even patted Brian on the back as they walked by them.
Brian took a deep breath and relaxed. He reached for Justin’s hand, pushing aside thoughts of unemployment and pending financial disaster. It was a beautiful morning.
Title: Little Charmer
Inspiration:
michira_70 suggested this icon:Gus skipped happily from the room. Lindsay shook her head, despite her resolve, he’d gotten his own way, again. First he’d smile at her, looking so much like Brian it made her heart ache. But once he opened his mouth, he was all Mel, passionately arguing his case.
Lindsay saw in him the best of Brian and Melanie. Her best friend and the love of her life reflecting back at her in everything Gus said and did. How could she ever say no to that combination? What the hell had she been thinking, having a child with both of them.
Title: Wordless Comfort
Inspiration: Icon suggested by
besamislabios and created by brianslave68There was no easy way to deliver news like this, no real way to soften the blow. So Brian just held on and waited for the news to sink in. Brian knew there were things he should be saying, but sympathetic platitudes were worthless, and Brian couldn’t bring himself to lie to Justin, even now. Still, he cursed his inability to think of something comforting to say.
Justin pulled back and offered him a weak smile. “Thanks.”
“For what?” Brian asked, incredulous.
“For not saying everything is going to be okay or some other bullshit. For just letting me feel.”
Title: Caught in the Act
Inspiration:
outlander suggested this icon:Cynthia usually hated her sister’s dinner parties, but for once she was paired with a hot guy instead of some loser. He was also smart, funny, and from what Cynthia could tell had an incredible ass. But as they talked, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d met him before. When he spilled his drink, blushing a little, she finally recognized him.
“Fuck,” she muttered. The last time she’d dropped by the loft with paperwork, she’d caught Brian engaged in an enthusiastic sixty-nine with her dinner partner. His ass was incredible; too bad she wasn’t getting another look at it.
Title: Grabby Hands
Inspiration:
flamencanyc suggested this icon“Ok, Brian, let’s go home.” Justin struggled toward the door while supporting most of Brian’s weight.
“Let’s fuck here first.” Brian stumbled, slamming them both into a wall. He took advantage of Justin’s loss of momentum to slip his hand down his pants and grope his ass while trying to unbutton Justin’s shirt with his other hand.
“Ted!” Justin snapped while attempting to push Brian’s hands away. “What the fuck did they give him at the dentist?”
“I have no idea, but they could make a fortune selling it at Babylon,” he gasp out before giving in to hysterical laughter.
Title: Unbreakable Bond
Inspiration:
fun_demented suggested this icon:Jennifer spent years saying goodbye to Justin. She sent him to Brian, to Debbie, to New York. And somehow the boy she let go became a man she didn’t always recognize. She looked at his paintings, so dark and powerful, and wondered what happened to the sweet little boy who drew her bouquets of flowers or even the awkward teenage who sketched her braiding Molly’s hair.
But when they visited MoMA together, she watched him studying his favorite pieces with the same intensity he had as a child. And he was her baby again, all grown up, but still hers.
Title: Coaxing Confessions
Inspiration:
xie_xie_xie gave this icon and its text as a prompt. Icon created by zaipixie:Justin always knew when something was bothering Brian, and while his first instinct was to ask what was wrong, he’d learned there were better ways of getting Brian to talk. So instead he’d take Brian’s hand and bring it to his dick, letting Brian know he was ready for a rough fuck against the couch. Or he’d kiss him slow and deep and kiss him over and over while they stripped and rolled their hips together, not stopping even while their come cooled in a sticky puddle between them.
Then he’d wait, and when he was ready Brian would talk.
The Limits of Love:
Inspiration:
xie_xie_xie gave me this icon and its text as a prompt. Icon by zaipixieEvery few weeks, Jennifer had dinner at Debbie’s. Debbie made sure Justin wasn’t working, and even though he pretended not to know why, he never made plans on those nights.
It was awkward at first, but before long Justin could tell that Jennifer really liked Debbie and Vic. Most of her attention, though, was focused on Justin; she’d sit close to him, always asking him questions and touching him- fixing his hair, reaching for his hand. Before she left, she’d hug him so tightly that he knew she was going to ask him to come home. But she never did.
The final set of drabbles was written for
noteverything. She asked me for angst, and she got it. There are not specific warnings, and I didn’t kill anyone, but these are not happy drabbles by any stretch of the imagination. If you are having a bad day, you may want to skip them.Filling the Space
Justin’s departure didn’t change anything for Brian. While he was mooning over his fiddler, Brian spent his nights dancing, drinking, getting high, and fucking, just like he always had. But now he didn’t have to worry about the disapproving wife at home.
And Justin had nothing to do with the phone call he’d just made. Negotiations had been simple; Brian knew exactly what he wanted and was willing to pay. He was simply getting his needs met as efficiently as possible. It was that some nights all the blow jobs in the world didn’t make up for an empty bed.
Echo
Debbie opened the door, still laughing, “Hey, Vic,” she yelled. “You won’t believe what happened. . .” Then her voice trailed off as she remembered. The house suddenly seemed so empty, the silence crushing. She almost wished for Christmas music, but she’d packed up all the decorations after the disastrous party, and no hula dancing, singing Santa greeted her.
Quietly shutting the door behind her, Debbie hung up her coat and made her way to the empty kitchen where no one was waiting for her with fresh coffee. “What I’d give, Little Brother,” Debbie whispered, “to be wiping your ass right now.”
Adrift
At times, life in New York was nothing but a series of rejections. When it got bad, Justin turned off his phone and hid out in his studio, spending hours staring at his paintings, cataloguing faults and second guessing his choices. He’d never given a shit what anyone thought of his work, but on his own, with so much riding on success, Justin questioned everything.
Justin went days without talking to another person. Brian was miles away, his touch a distant memory. Surrounded by his failures, Justin found it surprisingly easy to forget what it felt like to be loved.
Discovery
Emmett watched Ted and Blake finally get it right, and while he was happy for them, he still resented Ted for finding his partner while Emmett seemed destined to be alone. Drew was gone, and Emmett knew in heart they wouldn’t celebrate his twenty-first birthday together.
He feared Ted had been his best chance for happiness, if not for the drugs and the false euphoria that held so much promise Ted willingly threw away the life they were building. Emmett had never felt anything like that, but he clutched the vial of crystal and decided it was time he did.
Swallow Your Pride
At first, Canada was the fresh start they needed. Then Melanie watched Lindsay flirt with JR’s teacher, and it was Sam fucking Auerbach all over again. When she snuck home just before dawn, reeking of his cologne, Melanie wanted to send her away, but she couldn’t. Lindsay would run home to Pittsburgh with the kids. Brian would help her because he always did. Michael would too, just for the chance of having JR in the same city.
No one would help Melanie. She loved her kids enough to pretend she was asleep and pray for the strength to survive this.
