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Aftermath, Part 6 (You & Me Series)
Title: Aftermath, Part 6 (You & Me-Series)
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soulmatejunkee
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 5.13; POV's
Word Count: 3.756
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
Beta:mander3_swish - thank you so much!
I have to apologize!
I don't know what's going on with that thing called "muse", it simply sucks like hell! It's there, it's gone, it's there, it's gone... blah! So, right now, it's there and here's the next part and I can tell you, Part 7 is almost done, too :)
As always: Every comment is welcome. I Love to read what you think. Thanks!
01. Listen to me
02. Trust me
03. Babylon Part 1 | Part 2
04. Find a way Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
05. ...remember what's missing?
06. The Party
07. Thanksgiving 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
08. 1 wedding, 4 rings... 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12
09. The first Webcam Sex Chat
10. The first call
11. Expectations - Happy Valentine | Revenge
12. March 18th 2006
13. Aftermath - 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
Brian's POV
I was on my way back to Kinnetik. I had just been at a lunch-meeting with a potential client, but I had my doubts that we would come together – in a business way. He had very prudish ideology of everything, which – obviously – didn’t fit with mine. And since Kinnetik was very successful, I had no intention of backing down and creating a prudish campaign. Whoever wanted to tell me that sex doesn’t sell anymore was out of order… I would prove them wrong.
Actually, I was kind of surprise that this particular client had even called us, since it’s not a secret that I’m gay, people used to know that. If someone asks me I still answer, “As long as it’s not your ass I want to fuck, it’s none of your business,” and most of them take this answer and never ask me again.
This client didn’t say anything. He also didn’t seem to be a homophobe, he just seemed prudish. I gave him my card and told him what we could and would do with his campaign and left him alone. I think he was in shock. Sometimes it convinces them when they think about it, sometimes it doesn’t.
Before I headed back to Kinnetik I wanted to check on the house. I still had the daily security, but since it seemed that someone really had something against us there, I wanted to have a look myself. I stood by the burned tree and just looked at it for a while. Then I head back into town.
I knew Justin had a meeting with a potential agent this afternoon and I really hoped it would work out better then before. It was about time that he finally started to push his career and accepted some help – and got some help without being laughed at.
Right before there’s an S-curve in the road, I tried to break a bit, and … nothing. There was no resistance. I wasn’t able to slow down. Fuck!
The next thing I remembered was pain. My left hand, my whole arm, hurt like hell. I tried to move it but I couldn’t. And my head hurt, too.
“Hello, Mr. Kinney,” a female voice said. She sounded lovely, but totally strange to me. I had never heard it before. “Welcome back. Please don’t move your arm, your wrist is broken. We will need to fix it in surgery.”
What the fuck had happened?
“My head,” I groaned.
“You have a mild concussion. We’ve already checked your head. Please stay calm, don’t move. You had an accident, and you’re in the hospital.”
Everything just hurts and I felt uncomfortable and I knew there was something missing. My last memory was my car and the breaks. I couldn’t break… the car… Fuck! Someone tampered with the breaks!
“Oww.”
She put one hand on my shoulder. “Please stay calm. We’ve called your emergency contact number, she’s on her way.”
She? Even deliberating who my emergency number might be hurt. Normally I would’ve said Michael, but that was obviously wrong. He also was in Canada this week.
“Justin.” I said his name aloud, unintentionally, while thinking about the accident. If someone was willing to kill me by manipulating the breaks, what would they do to him? Or wasn’t it about us, was it only about me? Was he safe in New York?
“You were alone in the car,” she said.
I swallowed. “Can’t you give me anything for my head?”
“We are about to prepare you for surgery. After that you’ll get some pain medicine.”
My head didn’t get any better when I realized who my emergency call was!
Debbie stormed into my room where I was still waiting for the surgery and the painkillers. She held my healthy hand and touched my face. The nurse had given me a downer in preparation for the surgery, so I was a little sleepy.
“I’ll call Justin,” she said.
“No,” I tried to say and looked at her. When I shook my head I realized that I shouldn’t do that. “Don’t call him. I’m fine. I’ll call him after surgery.”
“Everything’s gonna be okay, honey.” She kissed my forehead.
I was happy when the nurse came to finally take me to surgery. It was my chance to get some painkillers.
My head still hurt and so did my arm, when I woke up again. Not as bad as the last time, but the pain was still there. I also felt the cast around my left forearm.
I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids seemed to weigh a ton. I just sighed and felt someone holding my hand. My first thought was Debbie, but I somehow knew it wasn’t her. And without her… there weren’t that many hands left for holding mine.
“She called you,” I said or whispered…I wasn’t sure. My voice wasn’t awake yet.
“Of course she did.”
I felt his fingers in my hair and on my cheek and leaned into the touch, still unable to open my eyes. He was fine and he was here. In that moment that was all that mattered, we could figure out the rest later. “I’m tired.”
“It’s okay, go back to sleep, it’s 5 AM.”
Justin's POV
He fell back asleep immediately, and even though the chair was a little uncomfortable, I also managed to sleep a little. I wasn’t really tired as I was totally amped up. When Debbie called, she told me that Brian had a car accident and was in surgery. She also told me that he would be fine, that it was nothing bad, and that he had told her to not call me.
I booked the next flight back to Pittsburgh and four hours later I was there…
The surgery was already done and Brian was asleep by the time I had arrived. I managed to convince the doctor and the nurse that I wouldn’t leave and that they should let me stay at his bedside. No one could tell me what really had happened, but in the end… it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was okay, except for his broken wrist.
Seeing Brian and being sure that he would be okay again totally calmed me down.
I went outside at 8AM to call Zack to tell him what had happen and that I wouldn’t be there for the next few days. Of course he understood the dilemma, but he also reminded me that there were two projects left I had to finish that week. And he was right, we had time limits and I didn’t want to let him down.
Unfortunately I didn’t have the right program to work on it from my laptop.
“I’ll send you everything you need by courier service,” he said. “Give me the address. It should be there tomorrow.”
I started to believe that this man could even bring about world peace – if they would just let him.
It was 10 AM by the time Brian finally woke up. They had given him some strong painkillers to make sure that he wouldn’t be in pain when he woke up.
“Thirsty,” he mumbled.
I gave him some water and stroked his hair.
“How do you feel?” I asked him.
“I have to pee.”
I nodded. I would’ve loved to help him, but I had already learned my lesson. There’s nothing worse than mothering Brian Kinney, unless you’re Debbie Novotny. “The bathroom is over there.”
He was a little shaky, but – of course – didn’t ask me to help him. After almost 15 minutes he came back, hair brushed, teeth cleaned, and bladder emptied.
“You look tired,” he said.
I shrugged and fluffed up the pillow. “Long night.”
He nodded. “I told her not to call you.”
“I’m glad she didn’t listen to you.”
He crawled back into bed and laid back. His head still seemed to hurt a little, but maybe it was only because of the strain from what he did in the bathroom. He sighed and looked at me. “The breaks didn’t work.”
I nodded, obviously thinking the same as he did. “Debbie told me.”
“My car is totaled.”
I took his healthy hand in mine and leaned down to kiss him. As if I really cared about the fucking car. I knew he did, he loved the ‘Vette, but it was the least of our problems.
It was almost noon when the doctor came, and the IV line was removed from Brian’s arm.
“Your head should be better after a few days,” the doctor said. “Take it easy. Stay in bed for at least 5 days. If you feel nauseous, you call 911 immediately.”
“Five days?” Brian wailed.
“Take it easy.”
“I’ll watch him,” I said.
“Good,” the doctor nodded. “Your wrist is broken, but we fixed it. You have to wear the cast for three weeks, and then we’ll have to check it again. You have to wear a support bandage for at least eight weeks after that…don’t underestimate any of this. After it’s healed you have to start physiotherapy. The nurse will give you all of the details.”
That wasn’t good, was it? Especially for someone like Brian who might be great with a lot of stuff, but he wasn’t the most patient person. He seemed to accept it, surprisingly enough. “How long do I have to stay here?”
“We’ll keep you for observation today. If everything stays stable, you can go home tomorrow.”
“And what about sex?”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. But on the other hand I wasn’t surprised.
“What do you think?” The doctor asked and frowned.
“I’ll take care of that, too,” I said and the nurse started to giggle.
A few minutes later Debbie and Carl came to visit. After she told me that I had to eat more because I looked to skinny, she started to take care of Brian and told him to eat proper, too, because he needed all his strength to get healthy again.
“Looks as if somebody doesn’t want me healthy,” Brian said, and I just hung my head. His accident could have ended way worse, he could’ve been dead.
“I told them that they have to inspect the brake-line hose and it seems that the hose is… gnawed off,” Carl said and sat down beside the window. “They say it looks like a rat or…”
“I almost died because of a rat?” Brian interrupted him.
Debbie rolled her eyes and smacked him in the head. Probably not the best idea, but an understandable response.
“You didn’t almost die, asshole,” she chided him. “Don’t say that.”
Brian made a face and touched his head where she just slapped him.
“I’m sorry,” she said, and leaned down and kissed him. “Don’t talk like that. You’ll be fine, do you understand. Don’t make fun of that.”
He looked at her and nodded. “Yes, mother.”
“So it was … just an accident?” I asked Carl.
He looked at me and nodded. “It was just an accident.”
“What else would it be?” Debbie wondered and looked from one of us to the other, but no one answered her. She rolled her eyes and sighed. “You know that I’ll find it out anyway.”
I gave her one of my sunshine-smiles she loved so much and nodded. “Yes, we know that.”
“Good.” She seemed to understand, took my hand and squeezed it, but didn’t ask any more questions.
When they left, Brian fell asleep again. The nurse told me it came from the brain concussion. I left him a note that I would come to get him the next morning and left the hospital.
Brian's POV
I was so fucking bored.
They gave me some painkillers and told me to take one every morning after breakfast. Justin took care of that and those fucking pills made me very tired so yeah, they helped me staying in bed. But when I woke up again I was awake and it was fucking boring to stay in the bed.
I admit Justin was very patient with me. He tried to distract me from whining over not being able to get up and do some work. Since there was no way that he would allow me to fuck him, he at least jerked me off from time to time. Not that I didn’t enjoy it, but I somehow felt weird not being allowed to do the same for him. He didn’t seem to mind… at least he didn’t say anything.
He worked most of time; sometimes he talked to Zack over the phone, but somehow he managed it to always be there exactly the second I woke up. He told me about his new agent and that he was very positive that this guy could do something for him. I really hoped so, it was about time.
Ted and Cynthia had called me once to get some information, but every time I tried to call them, Justin took away my cell phone.
“I’m not an invalid!” I complained.
“You heard the doctor. Do what he said and everything’s gonna be okay!”
My fucking hand annoyed me, too. It didn’t hurt much, but it itched all the time and I couldn’t really scratch it.
After three days I got some different pills, not as strong as the others. My head was way better and I didn’t feel so tired anymore, but now I was really bored.
So I got off the bed and looked out the window -it was a sunny spring day.
“Why are you up?”
I rolled my eyes and turned around. “Because I can’t lie in bed anymore, it’s uncomfortable, and I’m not tired.”
He looked at me and nodded. “Okay, how about this… it’s pretty warm out… I could get out the lounger and you could sit in it outside.”
“Lounge in the lounger?” I asked and raised an eyebrow.
“Brian…”
“I know the doctor said I should stay in bed, but Justin, come on… I’m fine. As soon as I feel a headache or anything I swear I’ll lie down.”
He sat down on the bed, took my hand and leaned his head against my stomach. “Thank god nothing worse happened.”
I put my hand on his head and just looked down at him. I totally knew the feeling, but it was weird to imagine that he might feel the same. I knew he loved me, but… it’s different to feel it than to be the one someone’s worrying about.
“Can we make a deal?” he asked and looked up. “You stay in bed today and… tomorrow I won’t say anything if you want to get up. I would feel better if you… would take it easy.”
Of course I would do it, but… “What exactly is the deal?”
“I’ll blow you tomorrow morning.”
“Now.”
He laughed. “No no no, I’ll blow you and you get up anyway, no fucking way. Tonight.”
Fuck, he was good. “It better be good.”
“When was it not?”
I sat down beside him and kissed him. Of course I had a plan. Jerking off was better than nothing, but it wasn’t as good as everything else. He let me kiss him, he let my tongue play with his, he got up on his knees without stopping the kiss and pushed me down on the bed. Good to know that I could still kiss him into a trance.
He sat above me, one leg on one side and stopped kissing me. His arms were on either side of my head and he was smiling at me. “You really think you win with this, don’t you?”
I sighed. “My dick thought so.“
“I’ll take care of it tonight.“
Justin's POV
I gave him his discman and his headphones and when I checked on him thirty minutes later, he was asleep again, or at least dozed off.
I enjoyed being home during the week and I also enjoyed taking care of Brian – for once I could and he let me… more or less. I tried to work on my projects, but my laptop wasn’t very supportive. It was very very slow.
“Am I allowed to order some Thai food?”
I was at my computer and just smiled when I heard his voice behind me. Without turning around I nodded, “Of course.”
An hour later we were sitting at the kitchen table for dinner.
“Guess you’re leaving again on Sunday?” he asked.
“Guess you’re going to miss me like hell?”
“Guess you know that when the five days are over I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you?”
“Guess I’ll miss you like hell, too.”
He gave me a smile and continued eating. On one hand I was glad it was just an accident, on the other hand we still had a burned tree in the yard and no idea who attacked us twice.
“You’re going to buy a new car?” I asked him. “Another ‘Vette? Or a Lambourghini?”
He looked at me and made his What the fuck-face. “Contrary to what you may think, I’m not a show off.” He cleared his throat. “I’m thinking something… more comfortable. You know, for when Gus will be here during the summer…”
Wasn’t he just adorable? Of course I didn’t say anything. I just nodded.
Later while he was watching TV as I tried to finish my work, Bill called me. I had sent him some of my addresses and work via email and was waiting for his answer. He told me that he had checked out my website and all the other references I had given him.
“There are some other sketches on your website, too,” he said.
I went to my website and looked at the JT-Shop. “Yeah, yeah… some private stuff.”
“Are you still sketching?”
“Yes,” I said. “I can’t do it for very long, since my hand… mmm, I had an accident a few years ago and since then I can’t freehand draw for very long. But I’m still doing it.”
“Okay… so I just want to get that straight. You are drawing Rage, a really popular comic hero in the gay scene, which already jumped over to Hollywood but in the end got canceled, and lately you’ve gotten attention from a cable TV station for an animation series?”
I nodded. Of course he couldn’t see that. “Yes.”
“And you’re also drawing people. Private or not.”
“Actually I’m normally not doing portraits,” I answered. “The sketches capture fleeting moments. I see something and then I draw it. Portraits are boring for me; you can’t bring life in an already taken picture.”
“And besides that you’re also painting and working for a computer animation company?”
“Yes.”
“How exactly have you managed to not have your popularity blown up yet?”
I frowned. “Mh…?”
“Okay, where do we start?” he sighed. “You are already known, by your comic book fans… so why not use them? You could do a public showing, which could easily include some of your drawings.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to sell them. They’re private.”
“Even better. As I said, personal stuff is always a good thing; it makes you human to them. They can see it and maybe they… would want you to draw something. Maybe some people do even want portraits. I don’t want you to only do that, but maybe just for the public showing, an hour or two, depending on the interest we get. Or we could combine it with Rage. We could have meet-and-greet or something, for autographs and other Rage related things. But we could also show some of your paintings… And there’s still Sidney Bloom. I’ve already talked to him.”
“Wow.” I wasn’t sure if I liked his ideas, we had to hash out the details, but at least he had some ideas. I was very impressed.
“Honestly, how did you manage to not become popular so far? You already have a fan base, did you even know that?”
I bit my lower lip and sighed. “New York just sucked for me.”
“New York is not what you should focus on, at least not yet. New York is a very rough place. I know you want to get a chance here and that’s our goal. When you’ve reached that, you’ve made it. The journey is the reward for you. You’re already living here, so that makes it easier. Of course we’ll stay in touch with the New York art scene and there’ll be some galleries who will show some of your art, but it’ll probably be only the small ones So… don’t take it as a breakthrough, yet, okay?”
I was really impressed. “Okay. Listen, Bill, it’s… I’m in Pittsburgh this week. I’ll call you when I’m back in New York and we can… make a plan. It sounds amazing.”
“You’re in Pittsburgh this week?”
“Yes, some family stuff.”
“Go to the Bloom Gallery! He’s your ticket to the others! Use it! As I said, I already talked to him, and he was very kind and very interested. And he has a show coming up in May.”
“A show in May?” Wow, that was a good thing. I hadn’t been a part of a show since … well since last year. “I’ll call him.”
“Call me when you’re back in town.”
“I will.” I hung up and jumped off my chair just to bump into Brian. “Huh?!”
“My dick’s still waiting,” he said.
“Your dick was supposed to stay in bed,” I countered.
“Don’t try to get out of it.”
I laughed, put my arms around his waist, and leaned my chin against his chest. “How do you feel? Honestly.”
“I’m honestly good. The fucking itching is annoying, but my head is absolutely fine, Dr. Taylor.”
Right when he leaned down to kiss me we heard a very loud bang and we both flinched. He grabbed me and pulled me against the wall.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Stay here.”
Another bang, it sounded like gunfire. Honestly, gun shots? What the fuck? “Is someone shooting at us?”
“Don’t move,” he whispered, and pressed me against the wall. I could see he was focusing on the phone on the table.
Another shot! I heard glass breaking and the light went out! I think I screamed and I pressed myself against the wall! It was absolutely dark, I couldn’t see anything. I tried to reach beside me, I tried to touch him, but he was gone. “Brian?”
TBC
Author:
soulmatejunkee Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 5.13; POV's
Word Count: 3.756
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
Beta:
mander3_swish - thank you so much!I have to apologize!
I don't know what's going on with that thing called "muse", it simply sucks like hell! It's there, it's gone, it's there, it's gone... blah! So, right now, it's there and here's the next part and I can tell you, Part 7 is almost done, too :)
As always: Every comment is welcome. I Love to read what you think. Thanks!
01. Listen to me
02. Trust me
03. Babylon Part 1 | Part 2
04. Find a way Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
05. ...remember what's missing?
06. The Party
07. Thanksgiving 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
08. 1 wedding, 4 rings... 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12
09. The first Webcam Sex Chat
10. The first call
11. Expectations - Happy Valentine | Revenge
12. March 18th 2006
13. Aftermath - 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
Brian's POV
I was on my way back to Kinnetik. I had just been at a lunch-meeting with a potential client, but I had my doubts that we would come together – in a business way. He had very prudish ideology of everything, which – obviously – didn’t fit with mine. And since Kinnetik was very successful, I had no intention of backing down and creating a prudish campaign. Whoever wanted to tell me that sex doesn’t sell anymore was out of order… I would prove them wrong.
Actually, I was kind of surprise that this particular client had even called us, since it’s not a secret that I’m gay, people used to know that. If someone asks me I still answer, “As long as it’s not your ass I want to fuck, it’s none of your business,” and most of them take this answer and never ask me again.
This client didn’t say anything. He also didn’t seem to be a homophobe, he just seemed prudish. I gave him my card and told him what we could and would do with his campaign and left him alone. I think he was in shock. Sometimes it convinces them when they think about it, sometimes it doesn’t.
Before I headed back to Kinnetik I wanted to check on the house. I still had the daily security, but since it seemed that someone really had something against us there, I wanted to have a look myself. I stood by the burned tree and just looked at it for a while. Then I head back into town.
I knew Justin had a meeting with a potential agent this afternoon and I really hoped it would work out better then before. It was about time that he finally started to push his career and accepted some help – and got some help without being laughed at.
Right before there’s an S-curve in the road, I tried to break a bit, and … nothing. There was no resistance. I wasn’t able to slow down. Fuck!
The next thing I remembered was pain. My left hand, my whole arm, hurt like hell. I tried to move it but I couldn’t. And my head hurt, too.
“Hello, Mr. Kinney,” a female voice said. She sounded lovely, but totally strange to me. I had never heard it before. “Welcome back. Please don’t move your arm, your wrist is broken. We will need to fix it in surgery.”
What the fuck had happened?
“My head,” I groaned.
“You have a mild concussion. We’ve already checked your head. Please stay calm, don’t move. You had an accident, and you’re in the hospital.”
Everything just hurts and I felt uncomfortable and I knew there was something missing. My last memory was my car and the breaks. I couldn’t break… the car… Fuck! Someone tampered with the breaks!
“Oww.”
She put one hand on my shoulder. “Please stay calm. We’ve called your emergency contact number, she’s on her way.”
She? Even deliberating who my emergency number might be hurt. Normally I would’ve said Michael, but that was obviously wrong. He also was in Canada this week.
“Justin.” I said his name aloud, unintentionally, while thinking about the accident. If someone was willing to kill me by manipulating the breaks, what would they do to him? Or wasn’t it about us, was it only about me? Was he safe in New York?
“You were alone in the car,” she said.
I swallowed. “Can’t you give me anything for my head?”
“We are about to prepare you for surgery. After that you’ll get some pain medicine.”
My head didn’t get any better when I realized who my emergency call was!
Debbie stormed into my room where I was still waiting for the surgery and the painkillers. She held my healthy hand and touched my face. The nurse had given me a downer in preparation for the surgery, so I was a little sleepy.
“I’ll call Justin,” she said.
“No,” I tried to say and looked at her. When I shook my head I realized that I shouldn’t do that. “Don’t call him. I’m fine. I’ll call him after surgery.”
“Everything’s gonna be okay, honey.” She kissed my forehead.
I was happy when the nurse came to finally take me to surgery. It was my chance to get some painkillers.
My head still hurt and so did my arm, when I woke up again. Not as bad as the last time, but the pain was still there. I also felt the cast around my left forearm.
I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids seemed to weigh a ton. I just sighed and felt someone holding my hand. My first thought was Debbie, but I somehow knew it wasn’t her. And without her… there weren’t that many hands left for holding mine.
“She called you,” I said or whispered…I wasn’t sure. My voice wasn’t awake yet.
“Of course she did.”
I felt his fingers in my hair and on my cheek and leaned into the touch, still unable to open my eyes. He was fine and he was here. In that moment that was all that mattered, we could figure out the rest later. “I’m tired.”
“It’s okay, go back to sleep, it’s 5 AM.”
Justin's POV
He fell back asleep immediately, and even though the chair was a little uncomfortable, I also managed to sleep a little. I wasn’t really tired as I was totally amped up. When Debbie called, she told me that Brian had a car accident and was in surgery. She also told me that he would be fine, that it was nothing bad, and that he had told her to not call me.
I booked the next flight back to Pittsburgh and four hours later I was there…
The surgery was already done and Brian was asleep by the time I had arrived. I managed to convince the doctor and the nurse that I wouldn’t leave and that they should let me stay at his bedside. No one could tell me what really had happened, but in the end… it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was okay, except for his broken wrist.
Seeing Brian and being sure that he would be okay again totally calmed me down.
I went outside at 8AM to call Zack to tell him what had happen and that I wouldn’t be there for the next few days. Of course he understood the dilemma, but he also reminded me that there were two projects left I had to finish that week. And he was right, we had time limits and I didn’t want to let him down.
Unfortunately I didn’t have the right program to work on it from my laptop.
“I’ll send you everything you need by courier service,” he said. “Give me the address. It should be there tomorrow.”
I started to believe that this man could even bring about world peace – if they would just let him.
It was 10 AM by the time Brian finally woke up. They had given him some strong painkillers to make sure that he wouldn’t be in pain when he woke up.
“Thirsty,” he mumbled.
I gave him some water and stroked his hair.
“How do you feel?” I asked him.
“I have to pee.”
I nodded. I would’ve loved to help him, but I had already learned my lesson. There’s nothing worse than mothering Brian Kinney, unless you’re Debbie Novotny. “The bathroom is over there.”
He was a little shaky, but – of course – didn’t ask me to help him. After almost 15 minutes he came back, hair brushed, teeth cleaned, and bladder emptied.
“You look tired,” he said.
I shrugged and fluffed up the pillow. “Long night.”
He nodded. “I told her not to call you.”
“I’m glad she didn’t listen to you.”
He crawled back into bed and laid back. His head still seemed to hurt a little, but maybe it was only because of the strain from what he did in the bathroom. He sighed and looked at me. “The breaks didn’t work.”
I nodded, obviously thinking the same as he did. “Debbie told me.”
“My car is totaled.”
I took his healthy hand in mine and leaned down to kiss him. As if I really cared about the fucking car. I knew he did, he loved the ‘Vette, but it was the least of our problems.
It was almost noon when the doctor came, and the IV line was removed from Brian’s arm.
“Your head should be better after a few days,” the doctor said. “Take it easy. Stay in bed for at least 5 days. If you feel nauseous, you call 911 immediately.”
“Five days?” Brian wailed.
“Take it easy.”
“I’ll watch him,” I said.
“Good,” the doctor nodded. “Your wrist is broken, but we fixed it. You have to wear the cast for three weeks, and then we’ll have to check it again. You have to wear a support bandage for at least eight weeks after that…don’t underestimate any of this. After it’s healed you have to start physiotherapy. The nurse will give you all of the details.”
That wasn’t good, was it? Especially for someone like Brian who might be great with a lot of stuff, but he wasn’t the most patient person. He seemed to accept it, surprisingly enough. “How long do I have to stay here?”
“We’ll keep you for observation today. If everything stays stable, you can go home tomorrow.”
“And what about sex?”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. But on the other hand I wasn’t surprised.
“What do you think?” The doctor asked and frowned.
“I’ll take care of that, too,” I said and the nurse started to giggle.
A few minutes later Debbie and Carl came to visit. After she told me that I had to eat more because I looked to skinny, she started to take care of Brian and told him to eat proper, too, because he needed all his strength to get healthy again.
“Looks as if somebody doesn’t want me healthy,” Brian said, and I just hung my head. His accident could have ended way worse, he could’ve been dead.
“I told them that they have to inspect the brake-line hose and it seems that the hose is… gnawed off,” Carl said and sat down beside the window. “They say it looks like a rat or…”
“I almost died because of a rat?” Brian interrupted him.
Debbie rolled her eyes and smacked him in the head. Probably not the best idea, but an understandable response.
“You didn’t almost die, asshole,” she chided him. “Don’t say that.”
Brian made a face and touched his head where she just slapped him.
“I’m sorry,” she said, and leaned down and kissed him. “Don’t talk like that. You’ll be fine, do you understand. Don’t make fun of that.”
He looked at her and nodded. “Yes, mother.”
“So it was … just an accident?” I asked Carl.
He looked at me and nodded. “It was just an accident.”
“What else would it be?” Debbie wondered and looked from one of us to the other, but no one answered her. She rolled her eyes and sighed. “You know that I’ll find it out anyway.”
I gave her one of my sunshine-smiles she loved so much and nodded. “Yes, we know that.”
“Good.” She seemed to understand, took my hand and squeezed it, but didn’t ask any more questions.
When they left, Brian fell asleep again. The nurse told me it came from the brain concussion. I left him a note that I would come to get him the next morning and left the hospital.
Brian's POV
I was so fucking bored.
They gave me some painkillers and told me to take one every morning after breakfast. Justin took care of that and those fucking pills made me very tired so yeah, they helped me staying in bed. But when I woke up again I was awake and it was fucking boring to stay in the bed.
I admit Justin was very patient with me. He tried to distract me from whining over not being able to get up and do some work. Since there was no way that he would allow me to fuck him, he at least jerked me off from time to time. Not that I didn’t enjoy it, but I somehow felt weird not being allowed to do the same for him. He didn’t seem to mind… at least he didn’t say anything.
He worked most of time; sometimes he talked to Zack over the phone, but somehow he managed it to always be there exactly the second I woke up. He told me about his new agent and that he was very positive that this guy could do something for him. I really hoped so, it was about time.
Ted and Cynthia had called me once to get some information, but every time I tried to call them, Justin took away my cell phone.
“I’m not an invalid!” I complained.
“You heard the doctor. Do what he said and everything’s gonna be okay!”
My fucking hand annoyed me, too. It didn’t hurt much, but it itched all the time and I couldn’t really scratch it.
After three days I got some different pills, not as strong as the others. My head was way better and I didn’t feel so tired anymore, but now I was really bored.
So I got off the bed and looked out the window -it was a sunny spring day.
“Why are you up?”
I rolled my eyes and turned around. “Because I can’t lie in bed anymore, it’s uncomfortable, and I’m not tired.”
He looked at me and nodded. “Okay, how about this… it’s pretty warm out… I could get out the lounger and you could sit in it outside.”
“Lounge in the lounger?” I asked and raised an eyebrow.
“Brian…”
“I know the doctor said I should stay in bed, but Justin, come on… I’m fine. As soon as I feel a headache or anything I swear I’ll lie down.”
He sat down on the bed, took my hand and leaned his head against my stomach. “Thank god nothing worse happened.”
I put my hand on his head and just looked down at him. I totally knew the feeling, but it was weird to imagine that he might feel the same. I knew he loved me, but… it’s different to feel it than to be the one someone’s worrying about.
“Can we make a deal?” he asked and looked up. “You stay in bed today and… tomorrow I won’t say anything if you want to get up. I would feel better if you… would take it easy.”
Of course I would do it, but… “What exactly is the deal?”
“I’ll blow you tomorrow morning.”
“Now.”
He laughed. “No no no, I’ll blow you and you get up anyway, no fucking way. Tonight.”
Fuck, he was good. “It better be good.”
“When was it not?”
I sat down beside him and kissed him. Of course I had a plan. Jerking off was better than nothing, but it wasn’t as good as everything else. He let me kiss him, he let my tongue play with his, he got up on his knees without stopping the kiss and pushed me down on the bed. Good to know that I could still kiss him into a trance.
He sat above me, one leg on one side and stopped kissing me. His arms were on either side of my head and he was smiling at me. “You really think you win with this, don’t you?”
I sighed. “My dick thought so.“
“I’ll take care of it tonight.“
Justin's POV
I gave him his discman and his headphones and when I checked on him thirty minutes later, he was asleep again, or at least dozed off.
I enjoyed being home during the week and I also enjoyed taking care of Brian – for once I could and he let me… more or less. I tried to work on my projects, but my laptop wasn’t very supportive. It was very very slow.
“Am I allowed to order some Thai food?”
I was at my computer and just smiled when I heard his voice behind me. Without turning around I nodded, “Of course.”
An hour later we were sitting at the kitchen table for dinner.
“Guess you’re leaving again on Sunday?” he asked.
“Guess you’re going to miss me like hell?”
“Guess you know that when the five days are over I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you?”
“Guess I’ll miss you like hell, too.”
He gave me a smile and continued eating. On one hand I was glad it was just an accident, on the other hand we still had a burned tree in the yard and no idea who attacked us twice.
“You’re going to buy a new car?” I asked him. “Another ‘Vette? Or a Lambourghini?”
He looked at me and made his What the fuck-face. “Contrary to what you may think, I’m not a show off.” He cleared his throat. “I’m thinking something… more comfortable. You know, for when Gus will be here during the summer…”
Wasn’t he just adorable? Of course I didn’t say anything. I just nodded.
Later while he was watching TV as I tried to finish my work, Bill called me. I had sent him some of my addresses and work via email and was waiting for his answer. He told me that he had checked out my website and all the other references I had given him.
“There are some other sketches on your website, too,” he said.
I went to my website and looked at the JT-Shop. “Yeah, yeah… some private stuff.”
“Are you still sketching?”
“Yes,” I said. “I can’t do it for very long, since my hand… mmm, I had an accident a few years ago and since then I can’t freehand draw for very long. But I’m still doing it.”
“Okay… so I just want to get that straight. You are drawing Rage, a really popular comic hero in the gay scene, which already jumped over to Hollywood but in the end got canceled, and lately you’ve gotten attention from a cable TV station for an animation series?”
I nodded. Of course he couldn’t see that. “Yes.”
“And you’re also drawing people. Private or not.”
“Actually I’m normally not doing portraits,” I answered. “The sketches capture fleeting moments. I see something and then I draw it. Portraits are boring for me; you can’t bring life in an already taken picture.”
“And besides that you’re also painting and working for a computer animation company?”
“Yes.”
“How exactly have you managed to not have your popularity blown up yet?”
I frowned. “Mh…?”
“Okay, where do we start?” he sighed. “You are already known, by your comic book fans… so why not use them? You could do a public showing, which could easily include some of your drawings.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to sell them. They’re private.”
“Even better. As I said, personal stuff is always a good thing; it makes you human to them. They can see it and maybe they… would want you to draw something. Maybe some people do even want portraits. I don’t want you to only do that, but maybe just for the public showing, an hour or two, depending on the interest we get. Or we could combine it with Rage. We could have meet-and-greet or something, for autographs and other Rage related things. But we could also show some of your paintings… And there’s still Sidney Bloom. I’ve already talked to him.”
“Wow.” I wasn’t sure if I liked his ideas, we had to hash out the details, but at least he had some ideas. I was very impressed.
“Honestly, how did you manage to not become popular so far? You already have a fan base, did you even know that?”
I bit my lower lip and sighed. “New York just sucked for me.”
“New York is not what you should focus on, at least not yet. New York is a very rough place. I know you want to get a chance here and that’s our goal. When you’ve reached that, you’ve made it. The journey is the reward for you. You’re already living here, so that makes it easier. Of course we’ll stay in touch with the New York art scene and there’ll be some galleries who will show some of your art, but it’ll probably be only the small ones So… don’t take it as a breakthrough, yet, okay?”
I was really impressed. “Okay. Listen, Bill, it’s… I’m in Pittsburgh this week. I’ll call you when I’m back in New York and we can… make a plan. It sounds amazing.”
“You’re in Pittsburgh this week?”
“Yes, some family stuff.”
“Go to the Bloom Gallery! He’s your ticket to the others! Use it! As I said, I already talked to him, and he was very kind and very interested. And he has a show coming up in May.”
“A show in May?” Wow, that was a good thing. I hadn’t been a part of a show since … well since last year. “I’ll call him.”
“Call me when you’re back in town.”
“I will.” I hung up and jumped off my chair just to bump into Brian. “Huh?!”
“My dick’s still waiting,” he said.
“Your dick was supposed to stay in bed,” I countered.
“Don’t try to get out of it.”
I laughed, put my arms around his waist, and leaned my chin against his chest. “How do you feel? Honestly.”
“I’m honestly good. The fucking itching is annoying, but my head is absolutely fine, Dr. Taylor.”
Right when he leaned down to kiss me we heard a very loud bang and we both flinched. He grabbed me and pulled me against the wall.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Stay here.”
Another bang, it sounded like gunfire. Honestly, gun shots? What the fuck? “Is someone shooting at us?”
“Don’t move,” he whispered, and pressed me against the wall. I could see he was focusing on the phone on the table.
Another shot! I heard glass breaking and the light went out! I think I screamed and I pressed myself against the wall! It was absolutely dark, I couldn’t see anything. I tried to reach beside me, I tried to touch him, but he was gone. “Brian?”
TBC