Find a way, Part 3
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soulmatejunkeeTitle: Find a way 3/4 (You & Me-Series)
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soulmatejunkee
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 5.13; POV's
Word Count: 1.092
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
A/N: Beta byqafkinnetic - thank you sooo much for your fast and wonderful support! As always: Every comment is welcome. I Love to read what you think. Thanks!
1. Listen to me
2. Trust me
3. Babylon Part 1 | Part 2
4. Find a way Part 1 | Part 2
Justin's POV
I sighed. I knew I was wrong, I knew he was right. It was childish to put all my anger on him; it wasn’t his fault. But it was easy to blame him. He told me to go to New York and live as an artist. Why couldn’t he just tell me that I needed to come home because he couldn’t live without me? That would be the best – for both of us. Okay, it would be the easiest way out for me.
I took my phone and pushed redial. He answered the call, but didn’t say anything. I swallowed and blinked the tears away. I didn’t want to cry, just because some arrogant idiots humiliated me. They weren’t worth it and I’m not a crybaby. I just felt lonely. Life sucked, everything sucked and I was alone. I knew that even if he would be here with me in that moment, he couldn’t help me, but at least he would be here. I always felt better when I was with him.
I guess I sounded a little teary when I said. "I miss you. I wish you were here to tell me that everythings’s gonna be okay. Can’t you just come over here by magic?“
"Go to sleep, it will be okay, it always is,“ he answered.
"Don’t hang up.“
"I won’t.“
He didn’t. At least not as long as I was awake, but I fell asleep soon, my cell still on the pillow beside me.
The next thing I remembered was the sound of my door, which jarred a lot. I was still in deep sleep and I hoped and prayed that it wasn’t already morning. I had absolutely no intention to step out in that horrible city again. I blinked, it was still dark, so it was definitely not morning.
Then I heard and felt some mumble beside me and turned around. "What…?“
"Go back to sleep, it’s just me.“
Do you know that feeling? When you have such a wonderful dream and never want to wake up? When everything is perfect and exactly how it’s suppose to be and you feel comfortable and secure and loved and...then you realize you’re not sleeping anymore? And normally that feeling is gone then, but I still felt it. I was speechless. Almost. "What the...?“
I turned on the light, just to remember that a few seconds before I was still in deep sleep and so I moaned while blinking. It was 2:10 AM, five hours since we had talked on the phone and there he was. In my bed, in fucking New York, right beside me, wearing nothing but his pants.
Now I was really speechless, I had no idea what to say. It was Thursday morning, he definitely hadn’t planned to come to New York that night, not in the middle of the week. But there he was. My heart was beating so fast and I could feel this adrenalin-kick in my body. How did he come in? Was Noelle still awake? Did he ring the bell? Why didn’t I hear it? Did he knock? Was even one of those questions important?
I put my hand on his cheek and kissed him, I just pressed my lips on his. He was real. I could taste him and smell him and I felt so much better immediately. I kissed his cheek and buried my face in his neck. I laid half on him and sighed. "Thank you.“
He put his arms around me and held me tight. I wasn’t crying, but maybe I was shaking a little. This was so unreal. I never expected this. But it felt so good, I needed him so much and there he was.
"Thank you“, I whispered again.
Brian’s POV
I still can’t believe I really did this. Normally I don’t do spontaneous things like this. It was Wednesday, I had to work. It’s just not me taking some free time.
When Justin had called that evening, he sounded really disappointed and then he started to bitch at me, then he hung up on me and a few seconds later he called again and sounded even more sad.
I couldn’t do anything on the phone. When I booked the night flight via internet I was fucking nervous and when I arrived at his apartment, which was even worse than his studio in Pittsburgh, I was even more nervous. I knew he didn’t expect me to be there. Fuck, not even I expected me to be there.
I rang the bell twice and knocked twice, but nothing happened. After a while I heard some noises from inside and then a female voice, "Go away, I have a bat and I’ll call the police.“
What a lovely welcome. I knew it had to be Noelle, Justin had told me about her. "I have a bag and a boyfriend sleeping in your apartment. I’m...“
She opened the door and nodded. "Brian.“ She looked exactly like Daphne – in blond. "Justin didn’t tell me you were coming.“
"He doesn’t know.“
She pulled me in and closed the door behind me. They had four fucking locks on it. She nodded to the left door. "That’s his room. Be quiet okay? Walls are thin and I need my sleep.“ She winked at me and left.
I tried to be quiet but this fucking door was so loud, there was no way he wouldn't hear that. On the other hand he hadn't heard the bell or the knocking. I put my bag to the side and took off my shoes, jeans and shirt, before I crawled into his bed. Thank god he didn’t have any shutters on the window, so I could see something.
I took his cell phone from the pillow and I laid down beside him when he turned around. "What…?“
"Go back to sleep, it’s just me“, I said.
He wasn’t really awake, at least not immediately. But then he seemed to realize that he wasn’t dreaming. "What the…?“
He turned on the light and stared at me. He tried to say or do something, but I guess I really caught him off guard with showing up in the middle of the night. I don’t know if he cried, but if he did, he really was in a bad shape. I had barely seen Justin cry since I met him. I just held him. I knew I couldn’t really do anything, I couldn’t make things better. But if I could make him feel better, even for a moment, it was worth it.
TBC
Author:
soulmatejunkee Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 5.13; POV's
Word Count: 1.092
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
A/N: Beta by
qafkinnetic - thank you sooo much for your fast and wonderful support! As always: Every comment is welcome. I Love to read what you think. Thanks! 1. Listen to me
2. Trust me
3. Babylon Part 1 | Part 2
4. Find a way Part 1 | Part 2
Justin's POV
I sighed. I knew I was wrong, I knew he was right. It was childish to put all my anger on him; it wasn’t his fault. But it was easy to blame him. He told me to go to New York and live as an artist. Why couldn’t he just tell me that I needed to come home because he couldn’t live without me? That would be the best – for both of us. Okay, it would be the easiest way out for me.
I took my phone and pushed redial. He answered the call, but didn’t say anything. I swallowed and blinked the tears away. I didn’t want to cry, just because some arrogant idiots humiliated me. They weren’t worth it and I’m not a crybaby. I just felt lonely. Life sucked, everything sucked and I was alone. I knew that even if he would be here with me in that moment, he couldn’t help me, but at least he would be here. I always felt better when I was with him.
I guess I sounded a little teary when I said. "I miss you. I wish you were here to tell me that everythings’s gonna be okay. Can’t you just come over here by magic?“
"Go to sleep, it will be okay, it always is,“ he answered.
"Don’t hang up.“
"I won’t.“
He didn’t. At least not as long as I was awake, but I fell asleep soon, my cell still on the pillow beside me.
The next thing I remembered was the sound of my door, which jarred a lot. I was still in deep sleep and I hoped and prayed that it wasn’t already morning. I had absolutely no intention to step out in that horrible city again. I blinked, it was still dark, so it was definitely not morning.
Then I heard and felt some mumble beside me and turned around. "What…?“
"Go back to sleep, it’s just me.“
Do you know that feeling? When you have such a wonderful dream and never want to wake up? When everything is perfect and exactly how it’s suppose to be and you feel comfortable and secure and loved and...then you realize you’re not sleeping anymore? And normally that feeling is gone then, but I still felt it. I was speechless. Almost. "What the...?“
I turned on the light, just to remember that a few seconds before I was still in deep sleep and so I moaned while blinking. It was 2:10 AM, five hours since we had talked on the phone and there he was. In my bed, in fucking New York, right beside me, wearing nothing but his pants.
Now I was really speechless, I had no idea what to say. It was Thursday morning, he definitely hadn’t planned to come to New York that night, not in the middle of the week. But there he was. My heart was beating so fast and I could feel this adrenalin-kick in my body. How did he come in? Was Noelle still awake? Did he ring the bell? Why didn’t I hear it? Did he knock? Was even one of those questions important?
I put my hand on his cheek and kissed him, I just pressed my lips on his. He was real. I could taste him and smell him and I felt so much better immediately. I kissed his cheek and buried my face in his neck. I laid half on him and sighed. "Thank you.“
He put his arms around me and held me tight. I wasn’t crying, but maybe I was shaking a little. This was so unreal. I never expected this. But it felt so good, I needed him so much and there he was.
"Thank you“, I whispered again.
Brian’s POV
I still can’t believe I really did this. Normally I don’t do spontaneous things like this. It was Wednesday, I had to work. It’s just not me taking some free time.
When Justin had called that evening, he sounded really disappointed and then he started to bitch at me, then he hung up on me and a few seconds later he called again and sounded even more sad.
I couldn’t do anything on the phone. When I booked the night flight via internet I was fucking nervous and when I arrived at his apartment, which was even worse than his studio in Pittsburgh, I was even more nervous. I knew he didn’t expect me to be there. Fuck, not even I expected me to be there.
I rang the bell twice and knocked twice, but nothing happened. After a while I heard some noises from inside and then a female voice, "Go away, I have a bat and I’ll call the police.“
What a lovely welcome. I knew it had to be Noelle, Justin had told me about her. "I have a bag and a boyfriend sleeping in your apartment. I’m...“
She opened the door and nodded. "Brian.“ She looked exactly like Daphne – in blond. "Justin didn’t tell me you were coming.“
"He doesn’t know.“
She pulled me in and closed the door behind me. They had four fucking locks on it. She nodded to the left door. "That’s his room. Be quiet okay? Walls are thin and I need my sleep.“ She winked at me and left.
I tried to be quiet but this fucking door was so loud, there was no way he wouldn't hear that. On the other hand he hadn't heard the bell or the knocking. I put my bag to the side and took off my shoes, jeans and shirt, before I crawled into his bed. Thank god he didn’t have any shutters on the window, so I could see something.
I took his cell phone from the pillow and I laid down beside him when he turned around. "What…?“
"Go back to sleep, it’s just me“, I said.
He wasn’t really awake, at least not immediately. But then he seemed to realize that he wasn’t dreaming. "What the…?“
He turned on the light and stared at me. He tried to say or do something, but I guess I really caught him off guard with showing up in the middle of the night. I don’t know if he cried, but if he did, he really was in a bad shape. I had barely seen Justin cry since I met him. I just held him. I knew I couldn’t really do anything, I couldn’t make things better. But if I could make him feel better, even for a moment, it was worth it.
TBC