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soulmatejunkee) wrote2010-10-17 10:40 am
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In Between, Part 20 (Last Chapter)
Title: In Between, Part 20/20
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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: 600 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 byqafkinnetic (Thanks a lot!)
Every comment is welcome. Let me know what you think. Thanks!
I just want to thank everyone for the lovely comments on this story!!
I love reading every single one.
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Brian's POV
1)
Sometimes something hurts so much that you can’t breathe anymore, it’s like something kills you from the inside. Finding out that your parents aren’t what parents are suppose to be and never will be is a good example for that. Or finding out that you have cancer is also a good example. But all of that got topped by finding out that you’re in love – even though you never wanted to be in love. When it just hits you and it just hurts and you can’t do anything to stop it, no matter if you’re happy or not, it hurts.
2)
Because as I always knew, love hurts. It’s practically an offer for someone else to hurt you. Just like when I waited at the bar at Babylon, looking around for Justin, who was already late and then recognizing him at the backroom door – talking to some guy… making out with some guy.
Hands on the asses, on dicks, and trousers almost off. I just wanted to disappear, to yell at someone to pull out that knife of my lung, so that I could breath again. And then they started kissing – on the mouth.
I turned around to the bar. "Bourbon!“
3)
With barely any food in my stomach I wouldn’t need much bourbon to end up drunk enough to not feel anything anymore. Fuck! He lied to me. He told me he was stuck with Daphne, who got lovesick and would be late. I convinced myself that it was only that lie that made me angry and not the fact that he was making out with someone else, while I was standing at the bar, waiting for him. It was his fucking idea to get out, to get dance. If he wanted to get laid, why didn’t he just tell me?
4)
I grabbed the glass with bourbon the second it was in front of me.
"Yeah, I don’t think so.“
I saw my glass disappearing from my hand, grabbed by some other hand and then I saw my bourbon disappearing in Justin’s mouth. He made a face and shook his head.
"What’s the plan? Getting drunk to puke even more?“
He put his arm around my neck and kissed me. I could taste the bourbon – my bourbon. I tried to sort out my mind.
"Hey.“ He smiled at me.
"Hey“, I was confused.
He raised an eyebrow. "I’m Justin, remember me?“
5)
"Yeah“, I mumbled and turned around. There he was, the blond head besides the backroom-door, busy with kissing the naked chest of the other guy. I turned back to Justin, who looked confused now, too.
"Are you okay?“
Love might be an offer for someone else to hurt you, but it also has – unfortunately – the power to make you happy and every time that happens, you’re sure that you’ve never been happier before.
"You stole my drink.“
"You stole my innocence.“ He shrugged. "Guess we’re even.“
I put my arms around his waist and kissed him again. Best kiss ever.
6)
"Wow“, he moaned into my mouth and sighed. His forehead leaned against mine.
"So, how’s Daphne?“
He giggled. "Honey cake works better.“
I laughed and kissed him again and he leaned into me and all I could think was, sometimes you just have to stop thinking about bullshit - as he called it. Maybe it was time for me to start trusting, that he was with me, because he wanted to, because he just loved me.
"You wanna dance?“ he mumbled into my mouth.
"No, I wanna fuck you.“ I paid the bourbon and took his hand. "Let’s go home.“
The End
Note: We all know how Episode 4.10 started, here I leaded into it.
Thanks for reading, thanks for every little comment, loved to read it.
This was my first multi-chapter fic for QAF and I really really appreciated all the compliments.
Thank you so much! *hugs*
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: 600 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!)Every comment is welcome. Let me know what you think. Thanks!
I just want to thank everyone for the lovely comments on this story!!
I love reading every single one.
01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10
11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19
Brian's POV
1)
Sometimes something hurts so much that you can’t breathe anymore, it’s like something kills you from the inside. Finding out that your parents aren’t what parents are suppose to be and never will be is a good example for that. Or finding out that you have cancer is also a good example. But all of that got topped by finding out that you’re in love – even though you never wanted to be in love. When it just hits you and it just hurts and you can’t do anything to stop it, no matter if you’re happy or not, it hurts.
2)
Because as I always knew, love hurts. It’s practically an offer for someone else to hurt you. Just like when I waited at the bar at Babylon, looking around for Justin, who was already late and then recognizing him at the backroom door – talking to some guy… making out with some guy.
Hands on the asses, on dicks, and trousers almost off. I just wanted to disappear, to yell at someone to pull out that knife of my lung, so that I could breath again. And then they started kissing – on the mouth.
I turned around to the bar. "Bourbon!“
3)
With barely any food in my stomach I wouldn’t need much bourbon to end up drunk enough to not feel anything anymore. Fuck! He lied to me. He told me he was stuck with Daphne, who got lovesick and would be late. I convinced myself that it was only that lie that made me angry and not the fact that he was making out with someone else, while I was standing at the bar, waiting for him. It was his fucking idea to get out, to get dance. If he wanted to get laid, why didn’t he just tell me?
4)
I grabbed the glass with bourbon the second it was in front of me.
"Yeah, I don’t think so.“
I saw my glass disappearing from my hand, grabbed by some other hand and then I saw my bourbon disappearing in Justin’s mouth. He made a face and shook his head.
"What’s the plan? Getting drunk to puke even more?“
He put his arm around my neck and kissed me. I could taste the bourbon – my bourbon. I tried to sort out my mind.
"Hey.“ He smiled at me.
"Hey“, I was confused.
He raised an eyebrow. "I’m Justin, remember me?“
5)
"Yeah“, I mumbled and turned around. There he was, the blond head besides the backroom-door, busy with kissing the naked chest of the other guy. I turned back to Justin, who looked confused now, too.
"Are you okay?“
Love might be an offer for someone else to hurt you, but it also has – unfortunately – the power to make you happy and every time that happens, you’re sure that you’ve never been happier before.
"You stole my drink.“
"You stole my innocence.“ He shrugged. "Guess we’re even.“
I put my arms around his waist and kissed him again. Best kiss ever.
6)
"Wow“, he moaned into my mouth and sighed. His forehead leaned against mine.
"So, how’s Daphne?“
He giggled. "Honey cake works better.“
I laughed and kissed him again and he leaned into me and all I could think was, sometimes you just have to stop thinking about bullshit - as he called it. Maybe it was time for me to start trusting, that he was with me, because he wanted to, because he just loved me.
"You wanna dance?“ he mumbled into my mouth.
"No, I wanna fuck you.“ I paid the bourbon and took his hand. "Let’s go home.“
The End
Note: We all know how Episode 4.10 started, here I leaded into it.
Thanks for reading, thanks for every little comment, loved to read it.
This was my first multi-chapter fic for QAF and I really really appreciated all the compliments.
Thank you so much! *hugs*
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Thanks, hon, for wonderful weeks with the fic.
Love and kisses.
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I'm glad you like my little story.
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well done! I can't wait for more!
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Loved reading each of your lovely comments.
I'm glad you like it.
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"You stole my drink.“
"You stole my innocence.“ He shrugged. "Guess we’re even.“
\O/! lol! Love that!
Great job with the whole thing :)
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I loved it, from Brian's POV about falling in love, to Justin arriving & kissing him full on the mouth:)
Made me feel all warm & fuzzy, shit he really loves him, & I'm so glad that he finally feels worthy & trusts Justins love.
Bravo, you made it all turn out right in the end,,you need to write a sequel *winks*
Later babe,,Noe Im off to bed,,Jx
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Thanks a lot for all your lovely comments and your support.
Always loved loved loved to read your comments on this.
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Just loving your Bj fics babe,,all my love Jx
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I loved this final part as much as I loved the entire story. You did a great job with it!
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Thanks.
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later,
Daph
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Glad you liked it.
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Warmest hugs from Rena ♥♥♥
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lol I think Brian needs to get glasses.
loved this part.
"You stole my drink.“
"You stole my innocence.“ He shrugged. "Guess we’re even.“
What is your next story?
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Thanks a lot.
Glad you liked it.
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This is the perfercto end, so thank you for share with us.
Kisses
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wonderful chapter.
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Dee Dee
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I'm glad you liked it.
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Keep on writing!
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"You stole my drink.“
"You stole my innocence.“
Lol! That was really funny.
And I absolutely love this
"Maybe it was time for me to start trusting, that he was with me, because he wanted to, because he just loved me"
Yes Brian. Delete the "maybe" and start trusting your partner. During this journey, you've had the chance to see, to 'feel' how much he loves you.
Thank you so much for this story. I've loved every single update. You made an amazing job. *hugs*
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It fullfil the big gap in my heart of the Brian's cancer.
hug
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Yoli
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Thank you soo much! *hugs*
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Paolo
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