soulmatejunkee (soulmatejunkee) wrote,

Changes, Part 10 (You & Me Series)

Title: Changes, Part 10/? (You & Me-Series)
Author: soulmatejunkee 
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 5.13; POV's  
Word Count: 2.795
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
Beta: My lovely mander3_swish - thank you :)

As always: Every comment is welcome. I Love to read what you think. Thanks!

01. Listen to me
02. Trust me
03. Babylon Part 1 | Part 2
04. Find a way Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
05. ...remember what's missing?
06. The Party
07. Thanksgiving 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
08. 1 wedding, 4 rings... 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12
09. The first Webcam Sex Chat
10. The first call
11. Expectations - Happy Valentine | Revenge
12. March 18th 2006
13. Aftermath - 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
14. Be careful what you wish for
15. Changes - 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Brian's POV

We had had a wonderful welcome home fuck and now we were sitting in the living room; I was studying the Raymon-stuff – again – while he was reading a magazine. I was watching him; I had no idea why I did it. It was a weird thing to do and normally I never did it. I hated people who just watched other people, practically observing them for no obvious reason. It’s stupid. There’s no sense in doing it so I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. After a few minutes it was more than watching - I started staring at him.

Okay, I could say that I did it because after three years he was finally back home, and this time for good. However, that would just be a stupid excuse for staring. It’s not like I hadn’t seen him in forever.

It was more that I had this weird feeling. Some of his stuff was still unpacked, but that didn’t mean that he was halfway out of town again. It was just… weird. Being in the house, knowing that this would be our new home for good now – with him – every day – every night…

He sighed and turned around to me. “What?”

I raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Hmm?”

“You’re staring at me.”

“No, I’m not.” Shit… I cleared my throat and tried to concentrate on the Raymon stuff again. I managed to keep my eyes down, but I couldn’t concentrate on what I was reading. Good thing I already knew what it was about. “There’s a dinner tomorrow night. It’s important for me, and I want you to join me.”

I kept looking down at the file. As I said, it’s stupid! It’s like a scene from one of those over-top-top-romantic-supposed-to-be-funny-love-movies when the two main characters start to flirt with each other. First they’re staring at each other, but as soon as they start talking, they aren’t able to look at each other anymore.

My entire behavior confused me a lot – for months already. As much as I tried to figure out what was going on and what was going wrong, I couldn’t. But this moment, first staring at Justin like a total idiot and then talking to him without looking at him, was definitely another moment of complete weirdness and absolute confusion.

“Isn’t it a little late to ask me out for a date?” he asked. “Not that it’s not absolutely cute and romantic, but after eight years…”

“It’s not a date!” I looked at him then and I was awake again! A date, me… having a date! No fucking way! “It’s a business dinner.”

“You want me to accompany you to a business dinner?”

Judging by his facial expression, this invitation was even more welcomed than a romantic date. He practically brightened up.

“You never invite me to business dinners.”

“Well, so far no client has invited me for dinner and asked me to bring my wife.” I held up my hand so that he could figure out how this had happened.

“Did you tell them that your wife has a penis?”

“I’m sure you’ll show them. And I do not mean metaphorically!”

He leaned over and kissed me, still totally happy about it. What the fuck? It was just a dinner, why was he so fucking euphoric about it?

“Thanks,” he whispered on my lips. “I’d love to join you.”

It was Sunday evening, and normally he would have to leave at that time so after all those years and weekends with fucking goodbyes it was weird to imagine that from now on he wouldn’t leave anymore. It was hard to believe, it felt… different.

“What?” he asked again and smiled at me. “You’re staring again.”

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

“Do you want to go out? You don’t have to stay here with me if you don’t want to.”

“Do you already need some alone-time?”

He took the file out of my hand and put it down when he set himself on my lap. “It’s a special night. It’s the first night of the rest of our lives. We should do something.”

“That’s sounds epic,” I laughed. “What do you have in mind?”

Obviously he had planned to blow my mind away when he started kissing me. I put my hands under his ass and pulled him closer, which made him moaning into my mouth and me fucking hard.

“Have you ever swam naked?” he sighed on my lips.

“Not lately,” I answered, and he pulled off his shirt as got back on his feet to get himself undressed. Then I realized what he really had in mind. I laughed at him. We’ve had a very warm spring that year, but the nights were still a little cold. “It’s too cold.”

He frowned. “Get your clothes off, old man! I’m waiting in the water. Naked… and… willing.”

There was no way to fuck in the pool, it was too slippery and the lube we were using wasn’t waterproof. It worked in the shower but not in the Jacuzzi and not in the pool… we really needed to fix that dilemma soon.

I watched him taking off all his clothes, slowly, very slowly. When he was naked, he looked at me with his typical I know I’ve got you-look and fuck, he was right. He went outside and switched on the lights before he jumped into the water with a loud shout.

What choice did I have? There was a naked, blond boy in my pool, waiting for me. I took off my clothes and followed him outside. It wasn’t that cold, but cold enough to make me realize that swimming naked was nothing I had in mind that night. But as I said… what choice did I have?

So I jumped into the water and tried to ignore the not-so warm water. When I reached the surface of the water I felt his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist and his dick pressed against mine – that was helpful to warm up.

“Hi,” he said, stroking the wet hair out of my face.


Even though fucking was impossible in the water, I learned my lesson about what was possible. Jerking, licking, sucking, rubbing… and whatever he did, he did it so fucking good. I always loved it that he never had been able to hold back as good I was able to. I loved to watch him come. And he was still young enough to be hard and horny practically 24/7 without being as sex-addicted as I was.

After sucking him off on the pool ladder and rubbing him – and me - off just by… rubbing up against each other, he pressed himself onto me, his arms around my neck, when I jerked him off under water. I listened to his breathing getting harder, just like his cock, and when he pressed his feet into my ass, his face into my neck and moaned I felt his warm come on my stomach for a few seconds before the water washed it away.

“Swimming naked was a good idea,” I whispered into his ear.

“I knew you would like it.” He kissed my neck and sighed. “And hell yes, it was a good idea!”

Ted's POV

I was sitting on the sofa and I really wanted to get drunk. I thought about going out to Babylon or Woody’s, just to get drunk, but then I thought that we I should ask John if we were still allowed to do that.

“One of the reasons to get married and to live in one house and sleep in one bed is to not sleep alone, that includes to not wake up alone, which I’m doing a lot lately, especially in the middle of the night.”

I turned around and saw Blake standing at the stairs.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I was just thinking,” I lied.

“Are you still blaming yourself?” He kneeled down beside me, put one arm around my shoulders and leaned his forehead against my cheek. “That has to stop. Why do you think this is about you?”

“It’s my previous conviction.”

“If they want to find something against us, they will. We have to prove them wrong. Everyone has a past, so do we. That doesn’t make us bad guys.”

I closed my eyes briefly. “But it probably makes us unable to adopt a child. And it’s not about using drugs, it’s about the fucking porn thing.” I looked at him. “Why don’t you hate me for that?”

He raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Because I love you. No matter what. And so far nothing’s lost yet. We just started.”

I wished I could be as optimistic as he was, but I wasn’t. I had seen it before. I had seen how they let go a homophobic asshole who almost killed a gay guy; I had seen how they dumped guys for being gay, no matter how qualified they had been for a job; I had seen how easy it is to make you out to be the worst person on this planet for running a porn-website, just because you’ve been lied too. I had seen it before. And a couple of two former drug addicts, with one of them being so called porn-king with a previous conviction, would never be allowed to adopt a kid.

“What if we don’t win?” I asked him.

He stroked my cheek. “We never have to wonder if we could have done anything more. And everyone who says that just because you have made some mistakes in your past and that you’re not able to raise a kid and to be a good father has no idea what good father is supposed to be.”

I looked down and shook my head. We knew we had to wait until John gave us a call to tell us what to do next, and it had been just two days since we talked to him, but waiting for this fucking call, waiting for an answer, was nearly killing me. “Even if we’re going to see him again, I doubt he’ll understand. He’s too young. Fuck, I don’t even understand this shit.”

He turned my head to his and kissed me softly. “Stop blaming yourself, please. You’re a good guy and I can name you at least twenty people who totally agree with me on that. Whatever happens, we’re taking it. Come on Ted, we’ve been through so much to get here, together. They won’t break us.”

I was just looking at him. There had been times when I was dreaming about a moment like this – of course without all the bullshit, just him and me, together. Practically everything I ever dreamed about since the night I met him for the first time had come true, but life somehow managed to but stones in our way.

I pulled him closer for a kiss. “What would I do without you?”

“Dream about me.” He took my hand. “Let’s go to bed. I’ll show you why it’s a good thing to share it with someone.”

Justin's POV

I was totally exhausted after 5 orgasms in one night and wondered if I would be able to survive living with Brian. When the alarm went off in the morning I just moaned and pressed the pillow over my head. I heard the shower and some of the noises he made, but I was not willing to wake up completely. An then he sat down beside me and pulled the pillow aside.

“I’ll pick you up at 6 PM, be ready.”

I yawned loud and extensively. “If you’re going to introduce me as your wife, I won’t let you fuck me for two weeks.”

He laughed, and leaned down to kiss me goodbye.

I needed another hour to wake up completely just to realize that I had to get up because I had work to do, too. This wasn’t a holiday anymore; this was home now, a part of my daily routine. So I took a shower and went to my studio where the computer was sitting. My first day at home. It was cool.

It was really cool because I could listen to music, and if I was in the mood to I could just get up and start dancing through my studio because I was alone. It was also easier to work. I was a lot faster because no one interrupted me. I talked to Zack twice about some new clients and to send him my latest work.

“Justin, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Sounds serious. It’s just my first day out of New York…”

He laughed. “It’s not about work, everything’s fine. It’s about Rage. It’s been running through my mind for a while now, but it never seemed to be the right time.”

“What about Rage?” I asked him.

“You once had an offer to make an animated show about Rage, right?”


“I know you and your partner turned the offer down because of the contract, but… what if I offer you to create a Rage animated series just the way the stories are already out there - no limits, not cuts, nothing - and to put it online.”

Huh? I didn’t see that coming. “Online? On the internet? You’re talking about a web-comic?”


“What’s the fly in the ointment here?”

“There’s none, I think. I would sponsor it, and since it’s adult rated, we can’t offer it for free. We have to talk about the price and if we could offer a subscription. All I want is 15 % of the profit for offering the web hosting and of course you can use the company’s computer and programs.”

“Wow!” Really, I didn’t see that coming. “Wow…”

“Is that a yes?”

That was an amazing offer. It was cool. I had already thought about creating a web-comic, but so far I hadn’t found the time for it. With Zack backing it, it would be a lot easier, and he had some very helpful connections.

“I have to talk to my partner about it but… I’m very optimistic.”

“Good. And since it would be work for the company, too, I would set you free from new clients for a few weeks so that you have time to create it.”

I so loved this job. “I’ll call you as soon as I talked to Michael.”


As I said, working at home, alone, offered me to do some crazy things like jumping around, dancing and screaming and getting totally euphoric.

I called Michael, and he was as euphoric as I was – of course he was.

When Brian called at 5.30 PM to tell me he was on his way to get me, I knew we would be a little late for the dinner, because fuck… we had to celebrate, and we did! Since didn't have much time, I was already completely naked when he arrived home.

“When I told you to show him that you have a penis, I didn't mean it that way.”

“I thought we should be totally relaxed in order to convince that guy to become your new client,” I said and started to undress him. Fortunately, it wasn't hard to talk him into fucking me, and we had learned from former 'incidents', so there was a sofa in the hall waiting for us to use it.

It was a hard and quick fuck - exactly what I wanted it to be. I had known Brian long enough to know what it meant when I got a hard and quick fuck when he came home from work; there hadn't been any other fucks during the day so far.

He fell on top of me, his face on my neck, his hand in my hair, his dick in my ass, and I was relieved that he couldn't see the satisfied smile on my face. “See, now you're relaxed.”

He laughed and pulled out of me. He kissed my back when he got up and slapped my ass. “I’ll relax you even more when we’re back later. Get up!”

I did. We got dressed and I told him about the Rage webcomic and our plans. It was typical for him to not fall into a euphoric jumping dance like I did, I didn’t expect that. He just nodded and kissed me and whispered into my ear what he would do with me later that night.

Sometimes things change slowly. You realize it, but don’t see a way to stop it, at least not at the beginning. And sometimes something happens that changes everything and you have to react immediately to prevent it from getting worse…

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