QAF Brian Fic: Not Quite
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switch842Title: Not Quite
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: R-ish? (sex, but nothing explicit)
Summary: Brian's thoughts at the end of 301
Disclaimer: I just rewatched this ep and for some reason, this scene just totally broke my heart. Had to write this. Totally unbetad.
The door slide opens and I see the blonde haired, blue eyed man standing before me.
He's not Justin. Not quite. Won't be Justin. Probably ever again.
He makes his way to the bedroom and for a moment, I let myself believe that it is Justin. That he didn't leave and had just come home late from working on a school project. But as soon as he turns to sit on the bed, the illusion is shattered. It's just some other blonde haired twink I'd chosen to fuck that night.
I lay down beside him and we stare at each other for awhile. I think he knows why he's here. He's just a substitute for the person I really want. He leans in to kiss me, and even though the "rules" are no longer in effect, I push him away. I can't do it. That was the one rule I never had any problem with. No one kissed as good as Justin, anyway. I somehow feel the need to wait for him, to still follow those silly rules we agreed upon.
The trick rolls over and I slowly reach out to stroke his hair. It's almost as silky as Justin's, but not quite. I continue to run my hand along his back. It's almost as soft as Justin's, but not quite. I push inside him, and he's almost as tight as Justin, but not quite.
Once the trick leaves, I'll get up in the morning and go to work. And I'll pretend that everything's OK. But it's not. Not quite, anyway.
THE END
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: R-ish? (sex, but nothing explicit)
Summary: Brian's thoughts at the end of 301
Disclaimer: I just rewatched this ep and for some reason, this scene just totally broke my heart. Had to write this. Totally unbetad.
The door slide opens and I see the blonde haired, blue eyed man standing before me.
He's not Justin. Not quite. Won't be Justin. Probably ever again.
He makes his way to the bedroom and for a moment, I let myself believe that it is Justin. That he didn't leave and had just come home late from working on a school project. But as soon as he turns to sit on the bed, the illusion is shattered. It's just some other blonde haired twink I'd chosen to fuck that night.
I lay down beside him and we stare at each other for awhile. I think he knows why he's here. He's just a substitute for the person I really want. He leans in to kiss me, and even though the "rules" are no longer in effect, I push him away. I can't do it. That was the one rule I never had any problem with. No one kissed as good as Justin, anyway. I somehow feel the need to wait for him, to still follow those silly rules we agreed upon.
The trick rolls over and I slowly reach out to stroke his hair. It's almost as silky as Justin's, but not quite. I continue to run my hand along his back. It's almost as soft as Justin's, but not quite. I push inside him, and he's almost as tight as Justin, but not quite.
Once the trick leaves, I'll get up in the morning and go to work. And I'll pretend that everything's OK. But it's not. Not quite, anyway.
THE END
