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Title: Thanksgiving, Part 4/? (You & Me-Series)
Author: [livejournal.com profile] soulmatejunkee 
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 5.13; POV's  
Word Count: 1.211
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
A/N: Beta by [livejournal.com profile] qafkinnetic - thanks a lot!
I just haven't figured out yet, how many parts this story will have. Depends on how it works out. 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 | Part 3 | Part 4
5. ...remember what's missing?
6. The Party
7. Thanksgiving Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3





Justin's POV

I arrived in Pittsburgh at 10:50 AM and went straight to the cabs. It was a half hour drive until we reached the oncology center and by coincidence I saw the Corvette on the parking lot.

I went in and sat down on the chairs in the waiting area. I still knew that place, it wasn’t that long ago that I sat here, waiting. After ten minutes I walked down the floor and ended up in front of the notice board where they hung out some information about cancer, about methods of treatments and ways to prevent cancer. Right beside it there was a memory board. Every in-patient was listed with a photo which said when he stayed and when he was discharged or... when he died.

I’ve never seen that board before. I’ve never spent any interest in it. Normally I was just sitting there and reading some newspaper or magazines while waiting. But back then I knew what was going on, right now I didn’t know anything.

Was the cancer back? What kind of cancer? What kind of treatment? Would he be happy to see me, maybe even relieved? Or would he throw me out again, because he thinks I wouldn’t love him anymore?

Most of the people on that pictured were young, too young to die. There were some about my age and also some Brian’s age. Some got healed, some didn’t. I swallowed, thinking about the possibility that another picture might come up soon. Fuck!

I turned around when I heard footsteps, for some reason I knew it was Brian. You can recognize small things like that when you've lived with someone for a while. The way he walks, the way he breathes, the way he looks at you, when you turn around and he realizes it’s really you.

He looked scared, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of the appointment or because of seeing me.

"Guess I have to fire Ted, hm?" he said, obviously nervous.

I put my arms around him and leaned my head against his chest. "He deserves a raise in salary and a promotion."

He held me and leaned his chin on my head. "Veep?“

"Yeah, that’s fine." I looked up. "So?"

"Not here, okay?“

"Sure.“


Brian’s POV

I had no idea what to think or to feel when I saw him at the hospital. How could he come over here so fast? How long would he stay? Was he pissed at me for not telling him? He didn’t say anything when we drove home... to the loft. But the second he closed the door behind himself he found his voice back.

"So?“

"So... I found a lump on my right breast two days ago and called the doctor and got an appointment today. I have to show up on Saturday morning for a biopsy.“

He nodded. "Can I see it?“

"It’s not visible.“ At least not now, after the biopsy there would be a scar. A small one, yes, but a scar.

"Well, then let me feel it.“

He’s really fucking good with taking care of you without making you feel like a weak and sick and imperfect person. He took of my jacket and my shirt and just touched my chest. And when he found the lump he just put some soft kisses on it.

"It’s not big.“

I shook my head. "No.“

"What did the doctor say?“ he asked.

"Not much. Only that breast cancer is still not usual for men, but that he had to do the biopsy to make sure and that I should be sober on Saturday morning and..." I looked at him. "...that I should bring someone with me because I shouldn’t drive after I get anesthetized.“

He nodded. "Good thing I’m here.“

I cleared my throat. He stood right in front of me, but somehow it felt strange, as if he wasn’t really here with me. "For how long?"

"After the Thanksgiving weekend."

"You’ll stay for four weeks?" Four weeks, one month, 30 days... longer than all the time we saw each other since he moved to New York. "What about your job?"

He closed his eyes briefly, took a deep breath, shook his head and put his arms around my waist, while leaning his head against my bare chest. "It’s not important.“

I put a hand on his neck. His hair had gotten really long, it felt soft and slowly but steadily the familiar feeling came back. "What about your project."

He kissed my chest. "Works for itself."

"So it’s done?" He still hadn’t tell me anything other about it than that he would tell me everything the second it’s done.

"No. It’s not done yet, but... works for itself."

So I wouldn’t get any more information. I let it be.

I had planned to go back to the office after the appointment, but somehow I knew, Ted wasn’t expecting me to come back and staying home was a really alluring offer.



Justin’s POV

It felt so good to be home again. I had totally mixed feelings about the upcoming weeks. My first thought was that it would be so great to spend four weeks in Pittsburgh, in the loft, with Brian. Falling asleep beside him, waking up beside him, not having stupid fucking phone sex but actually feeling him inside me while coming, kissing him, tasting him and even smelling him.

My second thought was, that none of that might happen if the cancer was really back. Then those four weeks – and even more – would be as hard as the last time, if not harder. The thought of him having breast cancer scared the shit out of me. It was different than the testicular cancer, I never knew anyone who died out of that. But since he told me about the lump in his breast I couldn’t stop thinking about my grandmother. Not even the 'not usual for men'-statement didn't change anything.

We moved to the bed and he was really tender. Somehow it turned into a him comforting me session, but even though I thought that it should be vice versa, I just enjoyed getting a fantastic rimjob and an even better blow job, following by tender kisses all over my stomach and my chest and my neck, until he just laid on me, he face buried in my neck and his still hard cock between my legs. But he didn’t move, he just laid there, so I just held him.

While being in New York I missed being here, but I never realized how much I missed it until this moment. It had been almost seven months so far and I still had nothing to show, but instead we tried to make that long distance thing work somehow. For what?

"Brian?"

"Hm?"

There was so much I wanted to say or maybe there was nothing left to say. Nothing that wasn’t already said. "I love you."



Brian’s POV

My face was buried in his neck, I could smell him, I could still taste him in my mouth and all I wanted in that moment was to lay there. He held me, stroked my shoulder and told me that he loved me. And I wondered why it sounded like a goodbye when he said it?

TBC

on 2010-12-02 11:30 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] pet0511.livejournal.com
Oh, it´s not a punishment! You know why I´m doing this... And meanwhile you can read the like 1000 trillions of comments which will come. Well, if I understood you correctly you never planned to write such a long story when you started with Listen to me, didn´t you? And look what happened? A lot of "junkees" came up here...Are you planning an end or is the story still going on and on in your mind?

on 2010-12-02 11:36 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] soulmatejunkee.livejournal.com
No, this wasn't planed :)
And the funny thing is, the ending of that series was the first thing I finished *LOL*
So yes, there will be an ending.
But so far I haven't even figured out how to end this storyline.
And I also don't know how many others will come, or if there's no other anymore. We'll see :)

EDIT 1:
I see the icon-changing worked :)
Well done!

EDIT 2:
pfff... it IS punishment!
Edited on 2010-12-02 11:37 am (UTC)

on 2010-12-02 12:29 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] pet0511.livejournal.com
You know exactly that I have to reply to your last sentence, don't you???? No other anymore? That's a joke, well, I hope it IS a joke! NO pressure here but did you say it just because you don't know by now if you will have any new BJ idea or is your bj time coming to an end?
Yes, I got two new pics. Oh, I didn't have fun with this project. I don't know why but I crashed my LJ. Than I never got the right messages. And I really thought about biting into my computer. You know what? I didn't use the right point on the mouse.So I couldn't save the pic. Yes, then I read all of your messages and everyone told me to use the right one but Dumpy here seemed to have lost her reading abilities. :-)

on 2010-12-02 12:38 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] soulmatejunkee.livejournal.com
Right now I don't have any ideas... well, I don't say that with the next 2 chapters this series will end. That's impossible... *lol*

But I know that I don't really enjoy reading storys without a real storyline and so far... IDK... I have no WHAM-idea, you know?

So far I only know exactly how this will end.

Mmh, I don't see my B/J time ending yet. It probably calmed down a little, but that hadn't start just yesterday... so no worry here. Right now it's really just a lack of ideas.

EDIT
Mhpf, now I forgot to answer to the rest. *sigh*
But on the other hand... what's there left to say *LOOL*
In the end it worked out and now you know how it works and after all the problems you'll never forget again ;)
Edited on 2010-12-02 12:39 pm (UTC)

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