Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Timeline: Post 5.13; POV's
Word Count: 1.293
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
A/N: Beta by qafkinnetic!
The next parts are already finished, I just haven't figured out yet, how many parts this story will have. Depends on how it works out. 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 Part 1
I thought about inviting the girls to the house – Justin’s house. I knew he wouldn’t mind it, but I doubted he ever went to the house since he found out it was his. And Lindsay told me that they had a place to stay.
I had no idea what to do when they were here, what was I supposed to do? Take Gus out for a walk? Go on the playground? To the movies? Michael had bought tons of toys for his daughter, so far I had nothing for my son and I had no idea what to get him. I had no idea what he was interested in.
But I knew that he would be disappointed if his sister got a bunch of toys and he didn’t get anything.
So since my phone calls with Justin were getting longer because he wasn’t able to call every day anymore, we talked about lot of stuff – except his project.
"Why don’t you ask Lindsay?“ he said. "I’m sure she can tell you something.“
"Yes, she’s going to tell me that he doesn’t need anything and that I don’t have to buy him anything. That seeing me will be enough for him and...what the fuck, he’s five years old, he’s a kid. There’s barely any kid out there who doesn’t like to get presents.“
"How about a shopping day? We could take him out to the toy store. I’m sure he would love it. I know I would have loved it."
I couldn’t help but smile a little. This long distance shit turned me into a fucking lesbian more and more. "You wanna join us?"
"Sure. Except of course you want to spend some alone time with Gus. He would love that, too.“
So would I, but I was a little worried that we would be stuck. I barely spent time with the kid since he was old enough to talk and I never spent time alone with him. And Justin was really good with kids, kids loved him – fuck, everybody loved him.
"Brian? Are you still there?“
"It’s okay if you want to spent the day with your son. I’ll take the nights. Go out with him, play football or soccer or..."
"You think he’s into sports?“
"Probably, he’s five. Don’t worry. You’ll figure it out. I’m sure he’s happy to see you. I know I am."
"How happy?“ I teased him.
He laughed. "Now that was a good subject change, wasn’t it?“
I wonder if he even jerked off more than the time we talk on the phone or if he ever went out to get his dick sucked or his ass fucked. I assumed he was too busy to do even that. "How far are you already?“
"I haven’t started yet.“
As if I would start to jerk myself off while he was talking about his son – gross. But everytime we came to the phone sex part his voice was getting this deep tone that made it really hard to concentrate on anything.
"Good boy“, he said.
"It’s your turn tonight.“ Thank god it was. He’s so much better with phone sex than I am, it seemed that his fantasy had no limits.
“What do you want me to do?”
To jump into a plane and fly here and fuck me until we pass out, I thought. As much as I enjoyed being busy because I liked the feeling of doing something instead of wasting my time, it sucked that there was no real relaxing after work. “Whatever you want.“
I loved listen to him when his breath gets harder. I pushed down my pants and started stroking my cock. I was already half hard. That was the worst part of the phone sex, it was over pretty fast, no matter how much we tried to take it slow. Because there’s never a real foreplay.
"I’m in the mood for a short, quick fuck," he says.
A few short minutes later I came all over my right hand and heard him moaning like he always did when he came.
"As much as it sucks," I sigh breathless while cleaning my hand and my stomach with a towel. “You’re fucking good at this.”
He laughed silently. "You should make a real life experience with my dick.“
“I wish you were here and would give me that real life experience.“ I really did, but it just were three more weeks and then we had an entire week together. "I can’t wait to see you.“
I was really excited for the one week I would spent home with him. An entire week, it was seven months ago since we spent more than a weekend together. The rule I had come up with the last time was broken three weeks after I left. It sucked, but I guess we both knew we would break it.
It was on Wednesday afternoon, when I got a really weird call...
I've known Brian Kinney for almost ten years. We've been friends – real friends – for two years. But even though he thinks he’s absolutely inscrutable, when you spent a little time with him you can suss him easily. It’s not always easy to accept the way he’s thinking, but you can suss it out.
For eight years I didn’t understand why Michael, Lindsay and later Justin loved him and how they managed to stand by him. I learned my lesson. It might not be easy to understand Brian Kinney, but having him as a friend is not the worst thing that can happen to you. Even though he’s arrogant, ignorant, unpredictable and sometimes very harmful, he never begrudges you for your mistakes.
Somehow I became a really close friend to him over the last two years. I have absolutely no idea how this happened, but it did and now it’s almost easy for me to see through him. He’s not really good at hiding, not when you know him. And so I realized pretty fast that something was wrong on that Wednesday morning.
He looked really concerned and when I asked him if anything’s wrong, he just answered: "I’m fabulous," which means, something is really wrong. The thing is, Brian’s not a talker. So it was more an accident that I found out what’s wrong. He was in a meeting when a client called and wanted to fix a date for the next day, so I looked onto his online calendar and then I saw it...
"I’m sorry, Mr. Kinney is in a meeting, I’ll leave him message, he’ll call you back," I just said and ended the call, while still looking on the appointment he had for Thursday morning. "Fuck.“
I spent the next two hours with staring at the calendar and thinking about what to do and if I should to anything at all or if I should just ask him. But I knew that even if I would ask him, he would just tell me something to calm me down. Like I said he’s not a talker and he never admits when he needs help.
Then I decided to spent my lunchtime with asking someone for advice and who would be better than my therapist-boyfriend? Especially since he’s way more objective than anyone else. But he only told me what I already figured out myself.
So I went straight into Brian's office after lunchtime and asked him about the appointment and just as I expected, he lied to me. I just nodded and waited until afternoon before I called Justin.
"Hey, don’t tell me you’re celebrating the next party?“ he answered his phone.
"No, I’m waiting til next year, so far Debbie has planned all the holidays. I don’t want to steal the show from her.“