In Between, Part 15

[soulmatejunkee]

Title: In Between, Part 15/?
Author: soulmatejunkee 
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: What happened between episode 4.09 and 4.10 (POV’s). It starts right after "Eat some fucking chicken soup". 
Word Count: 500 words (drabbles)
Summary: I am writing on it since weeks, so I just thought, maybe I should start posting it
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
A/N: Beta by qafkinnetic   (Thanks a lot!)
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Brian's POV

1)
He didn’t say anything about my condition and the towels on the bathroom floor – which magically disappeared. I wondered where he took them.

I knew he thought I didn’t want to talk about it and he was right. I wouldn’t know what to say, because I didn’t expect it to be as bad as it was, either. But after two days of not talking about it, I got a little nervous. After all, he is still Justin, he loves to discuss everything. And I knew with the next radiation coming up in two days there was stuff to talk about.


2)
He sat at the table and worked on his essay about the baroque vein. We had eaten something and normally we would fuck now, but he didn’t even try to come near me. The doctor said that the radiation wouldn’t have any effect on my sex drive, but the surgery-pain was still there. It had gotten better, but it wasn’t gone.

The other problem was, that I wasn’t even sure I would want to be naked in front of him. Except that I had a perfectly shaped penis right now, it just felt weird to know that he knows. Imperfection.


3)
He kinda ignored me. Not if I asked him something or if I needed something, but otherwise he didn’t come near me. Why did he always have to scare me? Why couldn’t he just tell me that it’s disgusting and that he couldn’t even imagine to ever be with me again? It was obvious.

"Bullshit, Brian“, he mumbled without looking up from his essay.

I realized I was staring at him. I shook my head. "I didn’t say anything.“

"You were thinking.“

I’m convinced I wasn’t thinking loud and that we’re not able to do telepathy. "How do you know?“


4)
"Because you’re always thinking.“ He was still not looking up from his essay. "That wouldn’t be so bad if you just would stop thinking shit like that.“

„How do you know what I was thinking?“

"It’s all over your face.“

"You didn’t even look at me.“

Now he did and raised an eyebrow.

I smiled brightly – all over my face. He just laughed and shook his head.

"You so fail at playing it cool.“

I sighed and sat down beside him. "How’s it going?“

"I’m almost done. I guess it’s a good thing that I’m a born genius, isn’t it?“


5)
"Depends on…“, I sighed and bit my lip.

"Want me to go?“ he asked.

"Do you want to go?“

"Not my question.“

"But my answer.“

Now he sighed and took my hand. "No, I do not want to go. But I thought maybe you want to have some alone time. And the only way for you to get that is between the treatments, because there’s absolutely no chance that I will leave you alone right after the radiation again.“

I nodded. "I figured. So, what happened to my towels?“

He leaned forward. "They’ll be back tomorrow.“

Then he kissed me.



TBC