soulmatejunkee

Title: Thanksgiving, Part 9/? (You & Me-Series)
Author: soulmatejunkee 
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 5.13; POV's  
Word Count: 3.511
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
Beta: qafkinnetic

This chapter turned out a little Anti-Michael. This wasn't planed, I do not want to write Anti-Fics, so II'll fix that in a later chapter. As always: Every comment is welcome. I Love to read what you think. Thanks!

1. Listen to me
2. Trust me
3. Babylon Part 1 | Part 2
4. Find a way Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
5. ...remember what's missing?
6. The Party
7. Thanksgiving 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8





Emmett's POV

"I need someone," I said while leaning at the bar and watching the dance floor. Hanging out at Babylon was still fun, but we were all well informed that we were probably the oldest guys in the club. Of course Brian was saved with Justin in his arms, since the boy was just 22 years old – practically a baby.

"Someone or one of them?" Ted teased me.

I looked at him and frowned. I don’t think that there’s any gay guy in Pittsburgh who never had at least one wet dream about Brian Kinney, but I never thought about being with him – maybe because we were kinda friends, maybe because I know him, maybe because I saw how he tended to treat guys he fucked once. Not really what I was looking for. And I hardly doubted that I had the patience Michael and Justin had.

"Someone."

"Ah, okay."

Of course it was totally different with Justin. But then – it was the same. When we first met him, he was a kid, so innocent, so naive, so beautiful. I always wanted to protect him, but never fuck him. It became a little different. He was definitely not an innocent, naive boy anymore, but still beautiful. But he was unreachable and above all that untouchable, because you don’t touch Brian Kinney's property, not if you love your life. And Justin was not a fuck-buddy, he was our boy.

"No really, I mean it," I said. "I’m so done with being single, especially since it seems that I am the only one who’s left. Michael has Ben, Brian has Justin, you have Blake...where is he?"

"Working, night shift at the center. Maybe he’ll show up later," Ted answered.

We must have looked pathetic. Two guys, not the youngest anymore, leaning at the bar and watching the dance floor. Not that it wasn’t a nice picture in front of us. Brian and Justin were dancing, if you wanna call it dancing. It was more an endless touching, kissing, slowly moving thing they did. But they looked happy and no one cared about them, just as they didn’t care about anyone else.

It was a long time since I had seen Brian Kinney so relaxed. Normally he leaned at the bar with us, sometimes he took some guy to the dance floor and ten minutes later to the back room, just to be back at the bar twenty minutes later. He barely looked as if he was enjoying it, it seemed to be a ritual for him. But no one ever said anything about it. We all knew the last year hadn’t been easy for him and we all knew he missed Justin a lot.

"Do you wanna dance with me?" Ted asked me.

"I would love to, Teddy!" I gave him my brightest smile. "But how exactly would that help me to find someone for me?"

"It wouldn’t. But maybe we would look less pathetic. Like two old fags who had passed their time, you know? Two wannabe’s who..."

"Okay, I get it!" I put my glass on the bar and cleared my throat. The club was full of beautiful guys, young guys. "We’re really old."

"Only in here, outside there are tons of guys older than we are," Ted nodded.

"Would it kill them to come in here, so that I can pick one of them as the love of my life?" I sighed. Then I grabbed Teddy’s hand and pulled him on the dance floor. I loved to dance, there was no reason to not doing it with my Teddy-Boy – at least as long as Blake wasn’t there.


Justin's POV

It would be a lie to say that the backroom of Babylon (or any other club) was my favorite place to fuck someone or to blow someone or to get blown or to get fucked, but for a while it was like my daily-fuckplace and when I was tired of it, I didn’t miss it much, but after all those months it was really cool to be back there.

My hands pressed against the dark, cold wall, my pants down around my ankles, my cock hard, my come on the wall in front of me, Brian's hands on my hips, his cock pushing inside me, his mouth on my neck, his breath on my skin...and then his hand on mine, one last hard stroke, one deep breath, one hot groan...and then the realization why it’s better and more comfortable to do that at home, because you can just sink down, let yourself fall. If you would do that at the backroom...I didn’t even wanted to think about what I might find on the floor.

He slipped out of me and kissed my neck, his hands back on my hips. "That was amazing."

The whole night was amazing. The club, the bar, the drinks, the dancing, him, me, us...I leaned back and he kissed my lips. I pulled up my trousers and turned around. "Thanks for tonight."

"Anytime." He gave me a soft smile and kissed me again. "Wanna dance again?"

"Need something to drink."

We danced until 4 AM, fucked once more, I sucked Brian once and got an amazing blowjob when we came home. Right after that I fell asleep and when I woke up it was already noon. Of course Brian was gone – I have no idea how he’s doing this without falling asleep at the office – but he had left me a note. "Hey snorer, meet me for lunch at 1 PM at my office."

I looked at the clock, it was 12:30 PM already. There was no chance that I would make it to the shower, into my clothes and to his office in 30 minutes, so I called him.

"Hey," he answered his cellphone.

"I’m not a snorer," I said. "That is so not cool and so not sexy."

He laughed. "Thank god the stilts aren’t made of wood, otherwise the ceiling would’ve fallen down last night."

"Not funny!" I never snored, I’m not a snorer.

"How did you sleep?"

"Too long, I just woke up. I’m afraid I won’t make it in time."

"Take your time, I’m here," he said.

I smiled brightly. "Great. Hey, how did it go with Eyeconic Optics yesterday? Did she buy it?"

"Take this: Red is the new orange. There’s no purple anywhere."

I laughed and realized that I had to pee – immediately. "Okay, see you."

"Later."


Brian's POV

Time went by and we came back to our old routine pretty fast. It was like he was never gone. But he was and he wouldn’t stay and the more time went by, the closer we came to the next goodbye.

He created a new evil comic figure for the new Rage comic, he didn’t had a name, he didn’t had any powers – he was just J.T.’s Dad who helped one of Rage’s enemies to destroy him. Of course, he did it to save his son, and of course in the end J.T. saved Rage and vice versa.

To be honest, I expected Craig to show up in the comic way sooner. Now there he was. Together with Cutter, a lost boy who was able to cut things/people/anything with his right forefinger. Cutter – of course – was based on Hunter and was a good guy and a little plot for Zephyr and his archeologist.

So Justin and Michael worked on the new issue during the days, we went to Babylon at least twice a week and on the weekends and otherwise we were just staying home, fucking and talking. He really loved to talk and I really didn’t, but I was willing to admit that after months without it, I kinda enjoyed it. At least until he told me...

"There’s something I have to tell you." It was after another great fuck, we were still in, face to face. "I got fired."

"In the coffee shop?" I asked. For some reason I wasn’t thinking about the gallery.

"No, at the gallery. Nadya fired me."

"Why?"

"Doesn’t matter."

Which meant, I wouldn’t like it. "Tell me."

He sighed. "Well, Ted called me, I booked my flight, I needed a few days off, told her I would be back on Monday and she fired me." He moved closer to me and before I could say a word, he said: "And if you say that I shouldn’t have come, I will have to hurt you."

So he had planned to stay just a few days in the beginning and changed his plans after he got fired. I wasn’t sure what I was suppose to think. Of course I loved it to have him with me, for one week, for two weeks, for four weeks...but somehow I felt guilty.

"She’s a bitch," he said. "I’ll find another job, you’ll see."

"I don’t doubt that."

He bit his lower lip. "I thought it would be easier."

"I know. So did I." I tried to smile, just to support him, to show him that I believed in him. I did. He was a fighter, he always was, no matter what happened. "Maybe you should ask Lindsay."

"For what?"

"For help. I’m sure she knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who would like to help you."

He seemed to think about it. I knew he didn’t want to ask for help, I knew he wouldn’t take any help from me, but Lindsay was always his biggest fan and supporter, maybe it was different with her.

"Yes, maybe I should ask her, maybe I also should ask Sidney Bloom, too."

Whoever Sidney Bloom was. "Sure."

"Thanks." He kissed me. "But that wasn’t what I meant about it being easier."

"I know." But I wasn’t in the mood to talk about our relationship again. There was nothing we could do or change, so why talk about it? He would leave again and I would be waiting for him again. "Can’t we just...wait and see what happens?"

"We shouldn’t talk about New York at all, not now. We still have almost two weeks here in Pittsburgh, together. And Christmas is coming up and we’ll see each other again."

So he didn‘t even plan any other visit between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I didn’t say anything, I just looked at him and felt guilty again. It seemed to be a lot easier for him, he had tons of trust in us, that we could make it, that we would make it, no matter how long this would keep going on, no matter how seldom we would see each other. Why was I so incapable to do the same?

"Don’t think about it," he said, as if he was reading my mind. He probably was. "Trust me. I mean, I was right from the very beginning. You should’ve believed me, would’ve been easier for both of us."

I couldn’t help laughing.

"And when you start doubting this again – and you will – then remember…," he reached over me and opened the drawer, his drawer, and nodded. "I left you a drawer full of love."

I was looking at it, I saw some of his clothes and I saw the box with the rings and swallowed. "Yeah."

He put his hand on my cheek and made me look at him again. "I mean it."

"I know." I did...


Justin's POV

Time to change the subject. Those talks about us, the future and the present were depressing and I had no idea what to say to make it easier for him. He was still expecting the worst.

"Are you excited?" I asked.

"About the drawer?"

I slapped his upper arm. "About Gus visiting."

Okay, also not a good subject. At least not if I interpreted his look right. He was worried. I kissed him softly. "Stop worrying so much, Brian. Everything’s fine. Everything will be fine. He will enjoy every moment with you."

"Us," he said. He almost looked scared, as if I had forgotten something.

"You know...if you take me to the toy store, I can’t guarantee you that this won’t end up really bad for you...and your credit card."

He laughed at me. "You’re afraid to find your inner child?"

"I always wanted a new Playstation 2, since my sister took mine after my dad had kicked me out. I also really really want a Wii and the sports games for that and..."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," he said and gave me a smile. "I always wanted a jacuzzi in my bathroom, but the structural designer told me it’s not possible. So I had to deal with that. You can’t always get what you want."

Now I laughed and snuggled against him. "Just stop worrying okay? He’ll love it. And so will you."

He started to play with my hair. "You need a hair cut."

"I know." I really did!

"How’s your dad?"

"Wow, that was really bad subject changing," I sighed.

"So?"

I bit my lower lip. "Nothing new, so far he’s okay. His right side is still paralyzed, he can’t speak clearly, but they expect him to be fully recovered after therapy. He needs a nurse when they discharge him. My mom is looking for someone. She said he seemed to expect her to take care of him."

"Did you visit him again?"

"No." I looked at him. After creating J.T.’s evil dad I felt a lot better and stopped sketching my father, except for the comic. I also didn’t think about him that often anymore. My mom called me one day over the other and told me about his state of health. "What for? Molly visits him more often, I guess that’s what he cares about."

"At least he doesn’t badmouth you in front of her."

I laughed. "I’m sure he does. But...she’s living with Mom, that’s half the battle. And she always adored me, she doesn’t care about the rest."


Debbie's POV

God knows I love my son, but sometimes he doesn’t think straight – and I don’t mean that in any sexual way.

It was hard for him that bis honeybun didn’t live in Pittsburgh anymore, so he and Ben went to Canada pretty often, almost every second weekend. That was okay for me, she was his babygirl. I also never had any problems with spoiling her. That’s what grandmothers are for, right? So I hadn’t any problems with all the small and big presents in my living room.

I even ignored the fact that the kid was just one and half years old and way to little to enjoy all those presents.

I also admit that I bought her something, too. A pink doll, a teddy-doll, specifically for kids at her age. I also admit that I bought a soccer ball for Gus, since Melanie had told me that the boy loved to play soccer and was already on a soccer-team.

But when Michael and Ben arrived, I couldn’t ignore that they had at least ten pink-wrapped presents. And only pink-wrapped ones.

"It looks like a barbie-doll parade," I said and shook my head. "What about the boy stuff?"

And there he was, my son, looking at me like a puppy dog.

"I thought Brian would take care of that," he said. Did he really believe that? With everything I could imagine, I couldn’t imagine Brian Kinney on a shopping trip for his son (nor for anyone else). Not that he wouldn’t give Gus everything the boy wanted but this was Thanksgiving and not Christmas.

"Did you tell him he better bring some stuff for the kid?" I asked.

"No."

Great, I did see it coming. At least 10 pink-wrapped presents for a baby, but only one blue-wrapped present for the older six year old boy. He wasn’t even there yet and I already felt sorry for him. He would be disappointed.

The girls and the kids arrived just 5 minutes later and after all the hugs Gus immediately saw all the presents on the floor and ran over there. He was really happy when he unwrapped his big blue present and found the soccer ball in in, his eyes were shining. Of course, which kid didn’t love to unwrap presents?

But then it went exactly the way I expected it. The boy realized that all the other presents were for his baby sister.

Of course Lindsay and Melanie tried to cheer him up with the soccer ball, but the disappointment in his eyes was obviously while Michael enjoyed unwrapped all the presents for his babygirl. I knew Melanie would tell Michael something about that later...and so would I. The girls felt obviously uncomfortable with all the presents for the baby.


Brian's POV

I didn’t expect a stormy hug – okay maybe I wanted one, but I didn’t expect it – but when Gus saw me, he just looked even more sad than he already did when I first saw him on his mothers lap. When I saw all the pink paper on the floor I knew the reason. Michael had totally overdone it with presents for his daughter.

I reached for him and he let me take him in my arms. Melanie looked at me and shrugged, so did Lindsay, while Michael was busy with unwrapping the gifts for his daughter.

Melanie stood up and touched my arm, while looking at me. "We didn’t see that coming."

"I did," I sighed and looked at Gus. "Give me a smile, Sonnyboy."

He tried. Actually I was really impressed that he wasn’t crying so far.

Justin stroked Gus’s hair and kissed his cheek. "Hey little boy." After that he was busy with cuddling the girls – or vice versa. So I took Gus' jacket and left the house with him.

"Where are we going?" he asked. "I have to tell Mommy."

"We won’t go anywhere," I said and helped him getting into his jacket.

"Grandma Debbie bought me a cool soccer ball," he told me and tried to smile – again. As if he had to prove me something. "It’s gold and black and white."

I would kill Michael. He turned us into a competition with the kids. What was Gus supposed to think about me when his baby sister got tons of presents from her father and he didn’t get anything – except a soccer-ball from grandma Debbie. Thank god for her. "You like playing soccer?"

"I’m on the soccer team at home," he said.

"That’s cool." I sat down on the stairs in front of the house so that we were on an equal footing and I had no idea anymore why I was so scared to see him again. He wasn’t scared, he still knew who I was, he wasn’t even shy. Maybe he was just too sad or too disappointed.

"I have a little surprise for you," I said. That worked, his eyes lightened up immediately, the sadness was gone and also the disappointment.

"I get something?" he asked happily.

"Tomorrow we’ll go shopping, just the two of us...and Justin. And when you see something you like, I’ll think about buying it for you. What do you think?"

"Can I get a Wii?" he asked euphoric. "Please, Daddy!"

What’s with those Wii-things?! I thought about my jacuzzi-answer, but I doubted that he would understand that and he already had his let down for today, so I just shrugged. "Of course."

And then I got a real big smile and a very stormy" hug and some kisses on my cheek. I held him and got up. "But this is our secret, okay? No word to mommy. We’re going to surprise her." And she would hate me, but I was aware of that. Michael had his golden moment – even though I doubted that J.R. would remember it – now it was my turn.

He put a finger on his lips and gave me a "Shhhh.

"Hey!"

I turned around, the kid still on my arm and saw Lindsay coming out of the house.

"Hey Mommy," Gus smiled. "Can I spend the weekend at Daddy's?"

Wait, what?

"I don’t know," she answered very politely. "You have to ask daddy."

I hate her – sometimes. What was I suppose to say?

"Can I daddy?"

Maybe I should talk to Justin, maybe he would talk Gus out of it, I thought and had to laugh myself. Justin would love to take care of Gus for the weekend. "Sure."

"Great!"

I knew I would have to deal with this Wii thing over the weekend, there’s was no way out.

I let him down and he ran back into the house, while Lindsay and I were still standing outside. She gave me a smile and hugged me tight. "It’s so good to see you."

"Yeah." I hugged her back.

"Thanks for taking care of him, she said. "He was totally happy again, what did you tell him?"

I just shrugged. "Just some...daddy stuff, I guess.

"Do you really want him to spend the entire weekend with you and Justin? If you don’t it’s okay."

I put my arm around her shoulder and lead her back to the house. "I’m sure Justin can handle it."

TBC