Fandom: Queer as Folk (US)
Word Count: 804
Summary: Brian is a creature of habit. (post-513)
Disclaimer: Showtime and Cowlip and Russell T. Davies and others own the rights. I write for entertainment and intend no copyright infringement.
A/N: This isn't exactly a fic so much as a kind of list, I suppose, of stimuli and responses. What can I say? Apparently, it was too much for me to come up with a plot or dialogue, today. Also, it's a little fluffy.
The thing about Brian is that he is predictable. In some ways.
When Brian sees a baseball bat (in a magazine ad or on TV or over the shoulder of some kid in the park), he clenches his jaw and calls home just to hear the voice on the answering machine, then insults each and every person he encounters throughout the day until Justin gets fed up and fucks him into the mattress.
When someone says the name ‘Chris,’ Brian digs his fingernails into his palms until his knuckles are white and he draws blood, and he lets Justin feed him ice cream for dessert.
When he hears violin music in a store, he walks up to the nearest employee and gives them a hundred dollar bill to play something else. Then he stops at a music store and buys Justin a Nina Simone CD because Justin has a bit of an obsession.
When Justin wakes him up with a blow job, Brian gets to work at least twenty minutes late and actually remembers to say hello to Cynthia, and Justin walks awkwardly for the rest of the day.
When Brian walks past a store selling art supplies, he comes home with his arms full and his wallet empty. And it is very, very late before he and Justin fall asleep.
When Justin drags him to an art fair, Brian comes back covered in bruises from bumping into things because he was looking at Justin’s face the entire time.
When Brian sees a paramedic’s jacket, he looks away and stops talking and goes to find Justin.
When he hears an ambulance siren, Brian winces and covers one ear and steals Justin away for a quickie in the nearest private place he can find. Brian is very familiar with every public bathroom between his office and Justin’s studio.
When he enters a hospital, Brian feels cold, his stomach churns, and his face goes white. He holds Justin close all night and doesn’t sleep at all.
When he hears someone talk about God, Brian tells anyone who will listen about the time he fucked a priest. And Justin gives him his longest, hottest blow job and keeps him up until four in the morning.
When he wakes up alone, Brian doesn’t eat breakfast, and he goes directly to Justin’s studio. Then, at work, he curses all artists and offers Cynthia a raise for not commenting on the charcoal stains on the collar of his shirt.
When Justin has a nightmare, Brian holds him tight and throws one leg over Justin’s hip, keeping Justin’s head tucked in close to his neck. He rubs Justin’s back and whispers in his ear all the things he’ll never say under any other circumstances.
When Brian gets a cold, he insists that Justin stay home and entertain him, and he falls asleep with his head in Justin’s lap and Marlon Brando on TV.
When he gets his annual check-up, Brian calls Justin to tell him, ‘I’ll have the salad, not the soup,’ and that night, he takes Justin to
When Justin makes jambalaya, Brian decides it’s a good time to be energy-conscious and set out candles, and they stay in for the night and fuck on the floor.
When Brian and Justin go to dinner at Mikey’s and Ben’s house, they leave after dessert and before Michael starts asking if they’d like to read the new chapter of Ben’s latest manuscript. After they come home, Brian ties Justin to the bed and takes all his fears of becoming domesticated out on Justin, who gives and gives and comes and comes. When he unties Justin, Brian wraps himself around him and buries his nose in white-blond hair, and he sighs contentedly.
When he dances with Justin, Brian gets hard. It never takes more than half an hour of moving against each other before he has to be inside Justin, and when they stay at
When he sees Justin in the shower, Brian gets hard. Then, on the way out the door, he reminds himself to pick up more condoms.
When he touches Justin, Brian gets hard. And he keeps touching him.
When Justin smiles at him, Brian kisses him and gets hard.
When Justin says, ‘I love you,’ Brian smiles and kisses him and gets hard.
When Brian says ‘I love you,’ he looks Justin in the eye and thinks about chicken soup and blue lights, a country manor and glitter falling from on high, comic book covers and white scarves and a streetlight that changed his life.