In between, Part 6 (Cancer Fic)
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soulmatejunkeeTitle: In Between, Part 6/20
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: 400 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 byqafkinnetik - thanks a lot. Every comment is welcome. Let me know what you think. Thanks!
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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: 400 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
qafkinnetik - thanks a lot. Every comment is welcome. Let me know what you think. Thanks! 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |
Justin's POV
1)
I stood up and took off his shoes. "I told you, I don’t care what you want.“ I pulled off his trousers. He didn’t argue anymore and he tried to help me as much as possible. I was careful when the back of my hand touched his parts. And he moaned of pain when he lifted his ass so that I could work the trousers down. "Now you will get what’s the best for you.“
He frowned. "And chicken soup is the best for me?“
"Just one plate.“ I opened the last buttons of his shirt and took it off.
2)
"You have to eat something, Brian, it’s important.“
He nodded. "I have to warn you that it might not stay in me very long.“
I looked over to the bathroom. It wasn’t far away, but it could become very far when you’re in pain and sick and weak and tired. And so I decided to put the trashcan from his desk beside his bed. He looked disgusted and sort of shocked.
"Just in case“, I said. "We can clean it up easily, it’s not a problem. Didn’t your mother gave you the bucket when you were a kid and sick?“
3)
"She preferred to yell at me after I puked into my bed and made me clean it up myself,“ he sighed.
Fuck, why did I always forget about his shitty parents? He doesn’t talk much about them, actually he never talks about them, but I knew from Debbie and Michael that Brian's parents weren’t very thoughtful. For some reason I always just think about me and my childhood and my mother.
I helped him to crawl under the duvet. "Did the doctor gave you anything else against the nausea?“
He moaned in pain and looked up. "Ginger ale.“
„Ginger ale?“
4)
"They said it helps against… vomiting.“
"Does it?“ I asked and gave him the plate with the soup.
"Well, I think I still digested the toast I ate this morning, so… yes, it helps.“
We had to buy Ginger ale. I decided to wait until he fell asleep and then call Michael to buy ginger ale. I had absolutely no intention of letting him into the loft, now it was my turn to take care of my boyfriend.
He looked disgusted after he ate the first spoon with soup.
I rolled my eyes. "Do you want me to feed you?“
TBC
1)
I stood up and took off his shoes. "I told you, I don’t care what you want.“ I pulled off his trousers. He didn’t argue anymore and he tried to help me as much as possible. I was careful when the back of my hand touched his parts. And he moaned of pain when he lifted his ass so that I could work the trousers down. "Now you will get what’s the best for you.“
He frowned. "And chicken soup is the best for me?“
"Just one plate.“ I opened the last buttons of his shirt and took it off.
2)
"You have to eat something, Brian, it’s important.“
He nodded. "I have to warn you that it might not stay in me very long.“
I looked over to the bathroom. It wasn’t far away, but it could become very far when you’re in pain and sick and weak and tired. And so I decided to put the trashcan from his desk beside his bed. He looked disgusted and sort of shocked.
"Just in case“, I said. "We can clean it up easily, it’s not a problem. Didn’t your mother gave you the bucket when you were a kid and sick?“
3)
"She preferred to yell at me after I puked into my bed and made me clean it up myself,“ he sighed.
Fuck, why did I always forget about his shitty parents? He doesn’t talk much about them, actually he never talks about them, but I knew from Debbie and Michael that Brian's parents weren’t very thoughtful. For some reason I always just think about me and my childhood and my mother.
I helped him to crawl under the duvet. "Did the doctor gave you anything else against the nausea?“
He moaned in pain and looked up. "Ginger ale.“
„Ginger ale?“
4)
"They said it helps against… vomiting.“
"Does it?“ I asked and gave him the plate with the soup.
"Well, I think I still digested the toast I ate this morning, so… yes, it helps.“
We had to buy Ginger ale. I decided to wait until he fell asleep and then call Michael to buy ginger ale. I had absolutely no intention of letting him into the loft, now it was my turn to take care of my boyfriend.
He looked disgusted after he ate the first spoon with soup.
I rolled my eyes. "Do you want me to feed you?“
TBC