Babylon, Part 2
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soulmatejunkeeTitle: Babylon 2/2
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soulmatejunkee
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: NC-17 (for this chapter)
Timeline: It's a following to Listen to me and Trust me; Post 5.13; POV's
Word Count: 1.993
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
A/N: Beta byqafkinnetic - thank you sooo much!
I have no idea where this is going through... just some ideas for Post 5.13. Maybe there will be more, maybe not.
Every comment is welcome. Let me know what you think. Thanks!
Justin's POV
I opened the door and turned the alarm off. The light in the kitchen was on, as always. Brian says it keeps burglars away. Well, it’s kinda ironic that the only time he got robbed was during the day. I went straight to the bedroom and pulled off my clothes. I was tired. I would’ve preferred to fall asleep the second I got home, but of course I had to wait for him. I wasn’t there for sleeping.
I got nervous while waiting. Dressed in my pants and my shirt I walked through the loft. Nothing had changed, it looked as always, it looked like home – it was home. It also smelled like home. A mix of smoke, fresh laundry and eau de cologne. I missed the loft, I missed living here.
After a while of just walking around, I remembered the note I left him and went back to the bedroom. I opened the drawer and my clothes were still there, so was the note. Right beside that I saw some keys and the box for our wedding rings. I took it and opened it. The rings were still in it. He didn’t return them. I wasn’t sure if I was touched by that or if I needed to talk to him about it. I decided to be just touched. The rings meant something, no matter if we were using them or not.
I took the keys out, too and looked at them. I had no idea what they were from, there was no sign on it, so I put them back and closed the drawer again. He had read it, I knew it and I was calmed. I guessed the note would be the reason why we were still talking almost every day, but unfortunately it hadn’t been enough to make him trust me completely.
It was 2:59 AM when the door opened. I sat on the bed and waited. My heart beat so loud I could hear it. It had been almost 3 months. Would he look different? Did I look different? What would he say? What would I say?
Brian’s POV
What the fuck? Why was the alarm off? I never forget that. I looked around, everything seemed at it’s place. The light in the kitchen was still on, the rest was dark. I opened a window. The night was warm but windy so why not use the pleasant temperature?
I walked to the bedroom and there he was, sitting on the bed, obviously waiting for me. He looked me straight in the eyes and smiled.
"Hi.“
Fuck! I swallowed and raised my eyebrows. "Hi.“
There it was, the silence. He still looked at me and there was no doubt that he knew where I was and so of course he also knew that he wasn’t there. "What the fuck are you doing here?“
"I told you, I’m on my way home.“
Fuck! What was I suppose to say? What did he expect me to say? Why didn’t he tell me that he was on his way to Pittsburgh? I just stood there and looked at him, unable to move or to talk.
"So, how was it?“
He was totally calm, not angry or disappointed or mad or even sad. He just sat there, looking at me. I cleared my throat and shrugged. "It was okay.“
It was weird, the last days were weird. The opening was a big success, as we expected it to be. The club was full of people and they were proud to be back. So was I. Michael was happy, Emmett was totally crazy and Ted and Blake were such a couple it wasn’t even normal anymore. And in the middle of it all there was me. I tried to relax while dancing, it felt good, it felt like home. But something was weird, something was wrong. Seeing him sitting on the bed in front of me, I knew what it was.
"Fuck!“ I closed my eyes and sighed. "Listen…“
"No!“
Justin’s POV
The second he saw me, the guilt was all over his face, so I had gained the upper hand.
"You should’ve told me that you’ll be here this weekend“, he said.
"Do you really think this going to be about what I should have told you? Because I doubt that.“
Upper hand or not, the way he stood there - all the pain in his eyes and the guilt over his face and the insecurity in his pose - really hurt me. I looked away and then it hit me.
"Oh my god.“ I rolled over, opened the drawer again and took out the keys. "These are from the house, aren’t they?“
He didn’t say anything. He just stood there and looked at the keys and then at me. I was right.
I stood up, I was standing on the edge of the bed, looking down on him and he seemed so lost. I put my hand on his cheek and made him look up to me. This man is so fucked up, he’s so complicated, he’s so strenuous, he’s so wonderful. "No excuses, no apologies, no regrets. What happened to that?“
Brian’s POV
"You mean other than you?“ His hand was still on my cheek, his other hand on my shoulder and I’m not so sure if I was relieved that he wasn’t really angry, that he didn’t yell at me, but instead was all-comforting. I felt compromised, caught and vulnerable.
"You don’t need to keep the house or the rings to prove anything to me. Selling the loft and the club doesn’t even enter the equation anymore. I don’t see it as a breach of trust, I don’t feel disappointed or betrayed or whatever you might think. And you also shouldn’t feel that way. I told you, I want you to do what makes you happy. If you want to reopen Babylon, if it makes you happy, then it is the right thing to do. You don’t have to keep that from me.“
To do what I wanted to do wasn’t possible. How can you do or get what you want when it’s just not available anymore, because you sent it away. All I wanted was him and all I couldn’t have – at least not the way I wanted to – was him. So of course there were regrets and excuses. I’m still not so much into apologies.
Slowly but steadily I realized that he was here, in Pittsburgh, in my loft, on my bed, right in front of me – at home. He came back, just as he said.
"You don’t have to feel guilty. Stop that.“
"I tried.“ I did. When Michael talked me into the reopening, it felt right. But when I talked to Justin and wanted to tell him about my plans, I stopped myself because I felt guilty. I promised him I would sell the loft and the club, to marry him, to live with him in a manor, to be with him forever and suddenly I was supposed to keep the loft and the club, but to give up the house and the rings and him.
"Didn’t work?“ he asked.
"No.“
He laughed. I missed that. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against his cheek. "I couldn’t sell the house.“
"You really should. It’s big, expensive and as beautiful as it is and as much I will always love you for buying it, we don’t need it.“
"I can’t sell it.“
"Brian…“
"No. Really, I can’t. It’s not mine.“ I looked at him. "When I bought it I put your name on the owner-document. It’s yours. I can’t sell it.“
He raised an eyebrow. "I own a palace?“
Justin’s POV
Fuck! Now I had to sell the house and even though I could, I didn’t want to. I never owned a house or anything else and I never would. Sure, everybody was telling me that one day I would be a successful artist, but I wasn’t so naive to think that any of my paintings would sell for big money – at least not as long as I was alive. I decided to think about that later.
"Okay“, I said and looked back at him. "So, again, how was it?“
He smiled at me and finally put his arms around my waist. He looked beautiful. "It was... great. I wish you could’ve been there.“
Huh, yeah, right... HELLO?! "Me, too.“
He closed his eyes and leaned against me, held me tight and breathed harder, just as if he was trying to inhale me. He’s unbelievable. I had every right to be pissed at him; he fucked up. But I couldn’t be angry, I just wanted to make sure he understands.
"How long are you staying?“
I put my arm around his neck. "Sunday afternoon.“
He kissed me. First it was a soft kiss, almost careful, but it turned into one of our well known hot and passionate kisses. His hands were already under my shirt.
"I forgive you,“ I breathed into his mouth.
"I’ll repay you for it,“ he sighed while he stripped down my pants and continued with his shirt and his jeans.
Brian’s POV
I’ve never felt so alive since he left. Sure, there were tricks, some guys who sucked me off, but it felt different than before. I barely enjoyed it, it was just like something normal to do. It was a vicarious sexual thrill, but not what I really wanted. All I wanted was to kiss Justin and be with him as long as possible. And right now my worst enemy was Sunday afternoon.
Our tongues played with each other and I felt his hard cock against my stomach. I stepped up to the edge of the bed and laid us down.
He smelled and tasted so good, I missed him so much.
Just as I always did when I talked to him, when I jerked off while talking to him and missed him too much to calm down, I promised myself again that I would go straight to New York the next time I felt the urge to see him – to fuck him. I’m not sure if I will do it, but in that moment, with him under me, naked and horny, I promised myself.
He turned us around, sat above me and looked down at me with a satisfied smile. I was so relieved to have him back, I was so horny just because he was with me, I didn’t even argue about giving up control. He reached for the condom and the lube and I just leaned back and let it happen. I let him ride me. He put the condom on me, lowered himself onto me and started to move. He loved to do that and I love when he does it.
This wouldn’t last very long, we both knew it. We were totally on fire. His body was pressed against mine, I was inside him. When he moved my hand to his cock, I was already done. I jerked him off steadily while he was riding me. I don’t know if said anything or just moaned and groaned while pushing into him. My eyes were closed, my mouth was open and when I heard him moaning, he clenched around me and I came. I felt his come over my hand the same second.
He groaned loudly and then he fell forward, his face on my neck, he was breathing hard. "That was fast.“
I sighed loudly. "Fuck. This long distance thing sucks!“
He laughed. "Three months are way too long. I felt like we were fading. I missed you.“
"Yeah. We have to change that.“
He grabbed the duvet and pulled it over us, cuddled himself against my chest and put his hand on my cheek. "Tomorrow, okay?“
"Okay.“ A few minutes later he was asleep and I was staring at the ceiling, holding him. I knew... we both knew that tomorrow wouldn’t change anything.
The End
Author:
soulmatejunkee Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: NC-17 (for this chapter)
Timeline: It's a following to Listen to me and Trust me; Post 5.13; POV's
Word Count: 1.993
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
A/N: Beta by
qafkinnetic - thank you sooo much!I have no idea where this is going through... just some ideas for Post 5.13. Maybe there will be more, maybe not.
Every comment is welcome. Let me know what you think. Thanks!
Justin's POV
I opened the door and turned the alarm off. The light in the kitchen was on, as always. Brian says it keeps burglars away. Well, it’s kinda ironic that the only time he got robbed was during the day. I went straight to the bedroom and pulled off my clothes. I was tired. I would’ve preferred to fall asleep the second I got home, but of course I had to wait for him. I wasn’t there for sleeping.
I got nervous while waiting. Dressed in my pants and my shirt I walked through the loft. Nothing had changed, it looked as always, it looked like home – it was home. It also smelled like home. A mix of smoke, fresh laundry and eau de cologne. I missed the loft, I missed living here.
After a while of just walking around, I remembered the note I left him and went back to the bedroom. I opened the drawer and my clothes were still there, so was the note. Right beside that I saw some keys and the box for our wedding rings. I took it and opened it. The rings were still in it. He didn’t return them. I wasn’t sure if I was touched by that or if I needed to talk to him about it. I decided to be just touched. The rings meant something, no matter if we were using them or not.
I took the keys out, too and looked at them. I had no idea what they were from, there was no sign on it, so I put them back and closed the drawer again. He had read it, I knew it and I was calmed. I guessed the note would be the reason why we were still talking almost every day, but unfortunately it hadn’t been enough to make him trust me completely.
It was 2:59 AM when the door opened. I sat on the bed and waited. My heart beat so loud I could hear it. It had been almost 3 months. Would he look different? Did I look different? What would he say? What would I say?
Brian’s POV
What the fuck? Why was the alarm off? I never forget that. I looked around, everything seemed at it’s place. The light in the kitchen was still on, the rest was dark. I opened a window. The night was warm but windy so why not use the pleasant temperature?
I walked to the bedroom and there he was, sitting on the bed, obviously waiting for me. He looked me straight in the eyes and smiled.
"Hi.“
Fuck! I swallowed and raised my eyebrows. "Hi.“
There it was, the silence. He still looked at me and there was no doubt that he knew where I was and so of course he also knew that he wasn’t there. "What the fuck are you doing here?“
"I told you, I’m on my way home.“
Fuck! What was I suppose to say? What did he expect me to say? Why didn’t he tell me that he was on his way to Pittsburgh? I just stood there and looked at him, unable to move or to talk.
"So, how was it?“
He was totally calm, not angry or disappointed or mad or even sad. He just sat there, looking at me. I cleared my throat and shrugged. "It was okay.“
It was weird, the last days were weird. The opening was a big success, as we expected it to be. The club was full of people and they were proud to be back. So was I. Michael was happy, Emmett was totally crazy and Ted and Blake were such a couple it wasn’t even normal anymore. And in the middle of it all there was me. I tried to relax while dancing, it felt good, it felt like home. But something was weird, something was wrong. Seeing him sitting on the bed in front of me, I knew what it was.
"Fuck!“ I closed my eyes and sighed. "Listen…“
"No!“
Justin’s POV
The second he saw me, the guilt was all over his face, so I had gained the upper hand.
"You should’ve told me that you’ll be here this weekend“, he said.
"Do you really think this going to be about what I should have told you? Because I doubt that.“
Upper hand or not, the way he stood there - all the pain in his eyes and the guilt over his face and the insecurity in his pose - really hurt me. I looked away and then it hit me.
"Oh my god.“ I rolled over, opened the drawer again and took out the keys. "These are from the house, aren’t they?“
He didn’t say anything. He just stood there and looked at the keys and then at me. I was right.
I stood up, I was standing on the edge of the bed, looking down on him and he seemed so lost. I put my hand on his cheek and made him look up to me. This man is so fucked up, he’s so complicated, he’s so strenuous, he’s so wonderful. "No excuses, no apologies, no regrets. What happened to that?“
Brian’s POV
"You mean other than you?“ His hand was still on my cheek, his other hand on my shoulder and I’m not so sure if I was relieved that he wasn’t really angry, that he didn’t yell at me, but instead was all-comforting. I felt compromised, caught and vulnerable.
"You don’t need to keep the house or the rings to prove anything to me. Selling the loft and the club doesn’t even enter the equation anymore. I don’t see it as a breach of trust, I don’t feel disappointed or betrayed or whatever you might think. And you also shouldn’t feel that way. I told you, I want you to do what makes you happy. If you want to reopen Babylon, if it makes you happy, then it is the right thing to do. You don’t have to keep that from me.“
To do what I wanted to do wasn’t possible. How can you do or get what you want when it’s just not available anymore, because you sent it away. All I wanted was him and all I couldn’t have – at least not the way I wanted to – was him. So of course there were regrets and excuses. I’m still not so much into apologies.
Slowly but steadily I realized that he was here, in Pittsburgh, in my loft, on my bed, right in front of me – at home. He came back, just as he said.
"You don’t have to feel guilty. Stop that.“
"I tried.“ I did. When Michael talked me into the reopening, it felt right. But when I talked to Justin and wanted to tell him about my plans, I stopped myself because I felt guilty. I promised him I would sell the loft and the club, to marry him, to live with him in a manor, to be with him forever and suddenly I was supposed to keep the loft and the club, but to give up the house and the rings and him.
"Didn’t work?“ he asked.
"No.“
He laughed. I missed that. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against his cheek. "I couldn’t sell the house.“
"You really should. It’s big, expensive and as beautiful as it is and as much I will always love you for buying it, we don’t need it.“
"I can’t sell it.“
"Brian…“
"No. Really, I can’t. It’s not mine.“ I looked at him. "When I bought it I put your name on the owner-document. It’s yours. I can’t sell it.“
He raised an eyebrow. "I own a palace?“
Justin’s POV
Fuck! Now I had to sell the house and even though I could, I didn’t want to. I never owned a house or anything else and I never would. Sure, everybody was telling me that one day I would be a successful artist, but I wasn’t so naive to think that any of my paintings would sell for big money – at least not as long as I was alive. I decided to think about that later.
"Okay“, I said and looked back at him. "So, again, how was it?“
He smiled at me and finally put his arms around my waist. He looked beautiful. "It was... great. I wish you could’ve been there.“
Huh, yeah, right... HELLO?! "Me, too.“
He closed his eyes and leaned against me, held me tight and breathed harder, just as if he was trying to inhale me. He’s unbelievable. I had every right to be pissed at him; he fucked up. But I couldn’t be angry, I just wanted to make sure he understands.
"How long are you staying?“
I put my arm around his neck. "Sunday afternoon.“
He kissed me. First it was a soft kiss, almost careful, but it turned into one of our well known hot and passionate kisses. His hands were already under my shirt.
"I forgive you,“ I breathed into his mouth.
"I’ll repay you for it,“ he sighed while he stripped down my pants and continued with his shirt and his jeans.
Brian’s POV
I’ve never felt so alive since he left. Sure, there were tricks, some guys who sucked me off, but it felt different than before. I barely enjoyed it, it was just like something normal to do. It was a vicarious sexual thrill, but not what I really wanted. All I wanted was to kiss Justin and be with him as long as possible. And right now my worst enemy was Sunday afternoon.
Our tongues played with each other and I felt his hard cock against my stomach. I stepped up to the edge of the bed and laid us down.
He smelled and tasted so good, I missed him so much.
Just as I always did when I talked to him, when I jerked off while talking to him and missed him too much to calm down, I promised myself again that I would go straight to New York the next time I felt the urge to see him – to fuck him. I’m not sure if I will do it, but in that moment, with him under me, naked and horny, I promised myself.
He turned us around, sat above me and looked down at me with a satisfied smile. I was so relieved to have him back, I was so horny just because he was with me, I didn’t even argue about giving up control. He reached for the condom and the lube and I just leaned back and let it happen. I let him ride me. He put the condom on me, lowered himself onto me and started to move. He loved to do that and I love when he does it.
This wouldn’t last very long, we both knew it. We were totally on fire. His body was pressed against mine, I was inside him. When he moved my hand to his cock, I was already done. I jerked him off steadily while he was riding me. I don’t know if said anything or just moaned and groaned while pushing into him. My eyes were closed, my mouth was open and when I heard him moaning, he clenched around me and I came. I felt his come over my hand the same second.
He groaned loudly and then he fell forward, his face on my neck, he was breathing hard. "That was fast.“
I sighed loudly. "Fuck. This long distance thing sucks!“
He laughed. "Three months are way too long. I felt like we were fading. I missed you.“
"Yeah. We have to change that.“
He grabbed the duvet and pulled it over us, cuddled himself against my chest and put his hand on my cheek. "Tomorrow, okay?“
"Okay.“ A few minutes later he was asleep and I was staring at the ceiling, holding him. I knew... we both knew that tomorrow wouldn’t change anything.
The End
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on 2010-10-31 01:35 am (UTC)Any way I do realize it's your story, it's just it's so good that I have invested in it.
Love from 6frog ♥♥♥♥♥♥
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on 2010-10-31 08:28 am (UTC)You know, there are plenty of storys out there with an agent and Justin being successfull as an artist and even though I want him/them to be happy and successfull, I have something else in my mind :-)
We'll see how it will work out. I think there's a good chance, that there will be more :)
Glad you liked it.
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on 2010-10-31 02:08 am (UTC)Oh hell no! You will not end it here! (please?) :-D
Hugs, Cindy
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on 2010-10-31 08:29 am (UTC)We'll see.
It's not a satisfying ending, isn't it?
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on 2010-10-31 02:11 am (UTC)Anyway what you do is perfect. Thanks!
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on 2010-10-31 08:32 am (UTC)So there's a good chance that there'll be more soon.
I mean, we already had an open ending, it's not really necessary to write another one, right? *LOL*
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on 2010-10-31 08:34 am (UTC)We'll see about Justin being back... I have something in mind.
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on 2010-10-31 10:08 am (UTC)You have to write more,,as this is so wayyyyyyyyyyy not finished.
The house & the promises & Babylon & the Loft, lots & lots to write about *hint hint*
Poor Brian he never learns, but then again Justin is just as bad.
They need to just love each other:) Yes I know they do, but they both have issues "truly" believing it".
I love this, it could turn out to be a 20 chpt long post 513 fic, I'd like that:)
Later Jx
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on 2010-10-31 11:14 am (UTC)And thanks, I'm glad you liked the sexscene. :)
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on 2010-10-31 02:43 pm (UTC).....I loved this as is, but more would be lovely. :)
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on 2010-11-01 12:33 am (UTC)And I had to laugh out loud reading the comments. You can nearly feel the desperation and frustration from your readers, I understand all of them so pretty well. But you will make it all good, don't you?
Big thanks to WI, Pet
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on 2010-11-01 07:31 am (UTC)Und: There will be more!!
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on 2010-11-02 08:32 am (UTC)And yeah, you're right!
But that's what makes them interesting, even after 5 years!
Thanks for your comment!
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on 2010-11-05 03:52 pm (UTC)That was fabulous, and since I've seen there's already a sequel, I'm not going to ask for one ;)
You captured them both perfectly ♥
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on 2010-11-12 11:41 am (UTC)Thanks a lot.
I'm always happy to read that people like it.
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on 2010-12-19 02:07 pm (UTC)Enjoy it.
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on 2012-10-16 06:27 pm (UTC)