QAF: B/J 507 Gapfiller
May. 3rd, 2007 07:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
switch842Title: Fuck
Author: Switch
Rating: R (for language, really)
Summary: A sort of companion piece to the 506 gapfiller I wrote the other day. This is Brian's POV during the scene when Justin walks out and a little after.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
A/N: Un-betad. But really short. Enjoy! :-)
="Whatever happens, by all means, keep on dancing." ~Justin, 507
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Well, this isn’t going to end well. I’ve been home for almost 2 minutes and Justin hasn’t so much as touched me. And he really does not sound happy.
And despite is little comment about “thinking,” it is a dangerous thing when Justin does it. Well, that only usually happens when he over thinks things. Which, sadly, happens quite often. Like that thing with the Pink Posse. And Ian…whatever. Justin thinking too much. He really just needs to stop and go with the flow. It would be so much easier on everyone, really.
Damn it! I wish he would talk to me about these things. As much as I hate talking about feelings and crap, if he just said something, we could avoid all this drama of him moving out again and just get on with the fucking. That’s where I do my best talking. He knows this. He knows I’m not good with words outside of work. They’re pointless, useless, and only cause people pain.
And there I go, again. Shooting off my mouth about how I won’t give him what he wants. Christ, half the time I don’t even believe myself any more when I say that shit. Cos the thing is, I would for him. Honestly. I just…need more time. I only just got him back from California. And before that I had just got him back from Cody and the gang. And before that was that fiddler fuck. Before that was the bashing. Fuck. Is it any wonder I don’t want to get serious with anyone? Anytime we come close to settling into our “relationship” (shudder), he goes off somewhere. Leaves me behind.
Well, fuck that. If he thinks he’ll be happier without me, then I say good riddance.
Oh, look at that. He’s already packed. Didn’t even want to give me a fighting chance. He’s such a twat.
Fuck.
He pulls me close, one last hug goodbye. I hold him tight. Tighter than I should really. Would he stay if I told him? Would I want him to? No, he needs to stay because it’s what he wants. And it’s become painfully obvious that I’m no longer what he wants.
I just hope that wherever he goes, he’ll be safe. I’ve taught him well, so he should be. But, you never know. That’s all I can ask of him. I have no right to ask anymore.
He closes the door behind him, as gently as he can. I stand there for a minute as I try to process what happened. He’s really gone. For good this time. He won’t be coming back, that much I know.
I walk over to the computer and turn it on, planning to check my e-mail and catch up on the news and crap. But I can’t sit still. It’s too quiet. I got used to having him around. Just his presence in the room was enough for me. We didn’t need to be speaking or doing anything. I would be at my desk; he would be on the couch sketching. Or maybe watching that trash TV he loves so much. And now he’s not here.
Shit. I need a drink.
This is all Michael’s fault. Him and Ben. They’ve brainwashed him into thinking that he can only be happy and satisfied if he has what they have. We were happy. We were doing just fine, thank you very much. But no. Mikey and the professor had to go and get married. Fuck you very much for that. Moving out to Happy Homo Land, playing at being breeders. No thank you. I’m queer, and I don’t need anyone else’s approval!
I think it’s time to pay the happy couple a little visit. Let Mikey know he’s ruined my life once and for all. Can’t let me be happy, can he? Oh, no. Cos I have to be Brian Kinney, for fuck’s sake! I can’t be in a relationship and be happy. Cos I don’t believe in them, right? Bullshit. It’s time I finally gave Michael a piece of my mind.
THE END...
Author: Switch
Rating: R (for language, really)
Summary: A sort of companion piece to the 506 gapfiller I wrote the other day. This is Brian's POV during the scene when Justin walks out and a little after.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
A/N: Un-betad. But really short. Enjoy! :-)
="Whatever happens, by all means, keep on dancing." ~Justin, 507
+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+
Well, this isn’t going to end well. I’ve been home for almost 2 minutes and Justin hasn’t so much as touched me. And he really does not sound happy.
And despite is little comment about “thinking,” it is a dangerous thing when Justin does it. Well, that only usually happens when he over thinks things. Which, sadly, happens quite often. Like that thing with the Pink Posse. And Ian…whatever. Justin thinking too much. He really just needs to stop and go with the flow. It would be so much easier on everyone, really.
Damn it! I wish he would talk to me about these things. As much as I hate talking about feelings and crap, if he just said something, we could avoid all this drama of him moving out again and just get on with the fucking. That’s where I do my best talking. He knows this. He knows I’m not good with words outside of work. They’re pointless, useless, and only cause people pain.
And there I go, again. Shooting off my mouth about how I won’t give him what he wants. Christ, half the time I don’t even believe myself any more when I say that shit. Cos the thing is, I would for him. Honestly. I just…need more time. I only just got him back from California. And before that I had just got him back from Cody and the gang. And before that was that fiddler fuck. Before that was the bashing. Fuck. Is it any wonder I don’t want to get serious with anyone? Anytime we come close to settling into our “relationship” (shudder), he goes off somewhere. Leaves me behind.
Well, fuck that. If he thinks he’ll be happier without me, then I say good riddance.
Oh, look at that. He’s already packed. Didn’t even want to give me a fighting chance. He’s such a twat.
Fuck.
He pulls me close, one last hug goodbye. I hold him tight. Tighter than I should really. Would he stay if I told him? Would I want him to? No, he needs to stay because it’s what he wants. And it’s become painfully obvious that I’m no longer what he wants.
I just hope that wherever he goes, he’ll be safe. I’ve taught him well, so he should be. But, you never know. That’s all I can ask of him. I have no right to ask anymore.
He closes the door behind him, as gently as he can. I stand there for a minute as I try to process what happened. He’s really gone. For good this time. He won’t be coming back, that much I know.
I walk over to the computer and turn it on, planning to check my e-mail and catch up on the news and crap. But I can’t sit still. It’s too quiet. I got used to having him around. Just his presence in the room was enough for me. We didn’t need to be speaking or doing anything. I would be at my desk; he would be on the couch sketching. Or maybe watching that trash TV he loves so much. And now he’s not here.
Shit. I need a drink.
This is all Michael’s fault. Him and Ben. They’ve brainwashed him into thinking that he can only be happy and satisfied if he has what they have. We were happy. We were doing just fine, thank you very much. But no. Mikey and the professor had to go and get married. Fuck you very much for that. Moving out to Happy Homo Land, playing at being breeders. No thank you. I’m queer, and I don’t need anyone else’s approval!
I think it’s time to pay the happy couple a little visit. Let Mikey know he’s ruined my life once and for all. Can’t let me be happy, can he? Oh, no. Cos I have to be Brian Kinney, for fuck’s sake! I can’t be in a relationship and be happy. Cos I don’t believe in them, right? Bullshit. It’s time I finally gave Michael a piece of my mind.
THE END...
