Your voice (Oneshot)
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soulmatejunkeeTitle: Your voice (one-shot)
Author:soulmatejunkee
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 5.13
Rating: R
Word Count: 927
Summary: A few weeks after 5.13 in the middle of the night. (Justin's POV)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Its all CowLip and Showtime.
A/N: Thanks so much to darla_isabelle for beta.
Author:
soulmatejunkeeFandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 5.13
Rating: R
Word Count: 927
Summary: A few weeks after 5.13 in the middle of the night. (Justin's POV)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Its all CowLip and Showtime.
A/N: Thanks so much to darla_isabelle for beta.
Justin's POV
There was chocolate, and tons of sweets, marshmallows, oh, how much I loved them when I was a kid. And Daphne was there and music was on and we were dancing and goofing and laughing and eating sweets and we were kids, somewhere we always wanted to be. There was no one who told us to not eat so much sugar and how bad it was for our teeth. She was babbling, but I didn’t listen to her. And suddenly something was wrong with the music, the sound didn’t fit anymore and she was still babbling, but all I could hear was, ”Justin. Justin. Justin!“ The music got really weird. Then all the sweets were gone, one marshmallow kind of exploded in front of me, right before I could grab it and then Daphne disappeared, but the weird sound was still there.
I sighed when I realized where that sound was coming from and that someone was intentionally disturbing my dream about marshmallows. My phone was ringing. I reached for it without opening my eyes, because I hoped I could fall back into my sweet dream, and sighed into the receiver. ”What the fuck...?“
”Justin?“
”Brian?“ I opened my eyes and looked at the clock; it was fucking four in the morning.
”Did I wake you up?“
What exactly do you answer to a question like this? It was not the time he normally called me – if he called me at all. Most of time I was the one who called him. Not because I was afraid he wouldn’t call, but because I hated it to wait for a call. Most late night calls were started by him, but normally not that late. I barely got a simple ”Hi, I wanted to hear your voice, how are you, I miss you“ call, so I call him, say “I miss you” and always get an “I miss you, too”. It works great. And since I know it doesn’t bother him when I call, no matter what time it is, I do the calling and he does ... the answering.
”What’s wrong?“ I asked.
”Nothing. I just wanted to hear your voice.“
And what exactly do you answer when Brian Kinney calls you in the middle of the night just because he wants to hear your voice? If I hadn’t been concerned before, now I was.
”I had a... nightmare. Just wanted to hear your voice.“
”Are you okay?“ Normally I was the one with the nightmares, normally I was the one who’s dreaming, just like I did. My sweets and marshmallows... it was all killed by a fucking nightmare.
“I’m okay”, he answered and sighed. Then... silence.
”Well, I am still half asleep, so you better entertain me to keep hearing my voice.“
He laughed silently. ”Say you love me.“
Must have been a really ugly nightmare. ”I love you.“
”Good. And now go back to sleep.“
I smiled into the phone, stupid thing to do, he couldn’t see it and my phone didn’t give a shit about my smile. ”Well, if you don’t mind listening to me for a few more words, I have some news. Good news. Great news. Fabulous news.“
”Can’t wait to hear it.“
”I got a call today and four of my paintings are going to be in a show next Saturday. Four... of my paintings... four... did you hear that? Four of my painting are going to be shown in an art show in New York City!“
”Yes I heard, that’s great. Sorry, no, it’s fabulous.“
”No, no“, I objected. ”The good news is, there’s a show I got invited to, the great news is, they want four of my paintings there and the fabulous news is... you will be here to share and celebrate that moment with me.“
Silence, as I expected.
”Don’t even think about rejecting me, Brian. If you won’t be here, I will show up at Pittsburgh and I will queen out in front of everyone. I am so going to embarrass you – it will be worse than you could ever imagine.“
I could hear him laughing at that. And then there was silence again. I knew he was proud of me, but I also knew it scared him a little that I might be successful in New York. It scared me, too. It would be so much easier if there wouldn’t be any difference between New York and Pittsburgh and there’s no doubt that we both would prefer it for me to live there, with him, instead of in New York, all alone. But he would never say anything. Sometimes I wondered if he knew that I knew. ”I’ve never missed a show, have I?“
”Can’t wait to see you,“ I mumbled and smiled again. It had been three months now, three long months full of phone calls and emails. I knew he was busy rebuilding Babylon, he’d sent me a few pictures. But even though everything else was going well for both of us, and as euphoric as I was about the show... I hated missing him. And I knew he hated missing me, too.
”I could already be there on Friday night?“
O yes, he so missed me. ”I’ll be waiting for you.“
”Go back to sleep.“
”You, too. See you Friday.“
”Yeah. And Justin… I love you, too.“
I gave the phone the brightest smile I had and sighed happily. Only four more days until Friday and now I didn’t want to dream about sweets anymore, now I wanted to dream about Friday night.
The End
There was chocolate, and tons of sweets, marshmallows, oh, how much I loved them when I was a kid. And Daphne was there and music was on and we were dancing and goofing and laughing and eating sweets and we were kids, somewhere we always wanted to be. There was no one who told us to not eat so much sugar and how bad it was for our teeth. She was babbling, but I didn’t listen to her. And suddenly something was wrong with the music, the sound didn’t fit anymore and she was still babbling, but all I could hear was, ”Justin. Justin. Justin!“ The music got really weird. Then all the sweets were gone, one marshmallow kind of exploded in front of me, right before I could grab it and then Daphne disappeared, but the weird sound was still there.
I sighed when I realized where that sound was coming from and that someone was intentionally disturbing my dream about marshmallows. My phone was ringing. I reached for it without opening my eyes, because I hoped I could fall back into my sweet dream, and sighed into the receiver. ”What the fuck...?“
”Justin?“
”Brian?“ I opened my eyes and looked at the clock; it was fucking four in the morning.
”Did I wake you up?“
What exactly do you answer to a question like this? It was not the time he normally called me – if he called me at all. Most of time I was the one who called him. Not because I was afraid he wouldn’t call, but because I hated it to wait for a call. Most late night calls were started by him, but normally not that late. I barely got a simple ”Hi, I wanted to hear your voice, how are you, I miss you“ call, so I call him, say “I miss you” and always get an “I miss you, too”. It works great. And since I know it doesn’t bother him when I call, no matter what time it is, I do the calling and he does ... the answering.
”What’s wrong?“ I asked.
”Nothing. I just wanted to hear your voice.“
And what exactly do you answer when Brian Kinney calls you in the middle of the night just because he wants to hear your voice? If I hadn’t been concerned before, now I was.
”I had a... nightmare. Just wanted to hear your voice.“
”Are you okay?“ Normally I was the one with the nightmares, normally I was the one who’s dreaming, just like I did. My sweets and marshmallows... it was all killed by a fucking nightmare.
“I’m okay”, he answered and sighed. Then... silence.
”Well, I am still half asleep, so you better entertain me to keep hearing my voice.“
He laughed silently. ”Say you love me.“
Must have been a really ugly nightmare. ”I love you.“
”Good. And now go back to sleep.“
I smiled into the phone, stupid thing to do, he couldn’t see it and my phone didn’t give a shit about my smile. ”Well, if you don’t mind listening to me for a few more words, I have some news. Good news. Great news. Fabulous news.“
”Can’t wait to hear it.“
”I got a call today and four of my paintings are going to be in a show next Saturday. Four... of my paintings... four... did you hear that? Four of my painting are going to be shown in an art show in New York City!“
”Yes I heard, that’s great. Sorry, no, it’s fabulous.“
”No, no“, I objected. ”The good news is, there’s a show I got invited to, the great news is, they want four of my paintings there and the fabulous news is... you will be here to share and celebrate that moment with me.“
Silence, as I expected.
”Don’t even think about rejecting me, Brian. If you won’t be here, I will show up at Pittsburgh and I will queen out in front of everyone. I am so going to embarrass you – it will be worse than you could ever imagine.“
I could hear him laughing at that. And then there was silence again. I knew he was proud of me, but I also knew it scared him a little that I might be successful in New York. It scared me, too. It would be so much easier if there wouldn’t be any difference between New York and Pittsburgh and there’s no doubt that we both would prefer it for me to live there, with him, instead of in New York, all alone. But he would never say anything. Sometimes I wondered if he knew that I knew. ”I’ve never missed a show, have I?“
”Can’t wait to see you,“ I mumbled and smiled again. It had been three months now, three long months full of phone calls and emails. I knew he was busy rebuilding Babylon, he’d sent me a few pictures. But even though everything else was going well for both of us, and as euphoric as I was about the show... I hated missing him. And I knew he hated missing me, too.
”I could already be there on Friday night?“
O yes, he so missed me. ”I’ll be waiting for you.“
”Go back to sleep.“
”You, too. See you Friday.“
”Yeah. And Justin… I love you, too.“
I gave the phone the brightest smile I had and sighed happily. Only four more days until Friday and now I didn’t want to dream about sweets anymore, now I wanted to dream about Friday night.
The End