Something better...
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tgrayficI'm just going to keep everything to myself from now on and make with the nice. It's just... these things keep coming up, and since I don't talk to anyone else but you guys, who else am I gonna talk to???
So I figured since all my posts lately have been about things that can unintentionally piss people off, I'd give a little something that shouldn't be so controversial. (Unless you don't want to see Brian and Justin happy and in love for eternity)
This was a little something I wrote quite some time ago. I posted it recently on BJfic.net and Midnight Whispers and I'm reposting it here just because it reminds me that everything can work out in the end as long as you love each other enough.
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Post series - Brian and Justin (but you don't really need to see the final season to read the ficlet)
He moves slowly, his lips pressed against your neck, his hands joined with yours beside your head when he finally slides into you. This moment, six years in the making is as emotionally intense as you’ve imagined it would be. You gasp at the sensation, shuddering as you hear him do the same. It means so much more, knowing this is a first for both of you.
You close your eyes, letting memories of years ago flood to the forefront. Memories of being young and naïve, so in love that you’d begged him to fuck you this way. The thought had never occurred to want it with anyone else, but with Brian, you were so blind to the possibility of anything happening to you as long as you were in his arms. No harm, no hurt, no ill-fated sickness would dare touch you as long as he was there to protect you. He told you no and kept you safe, the voice of reason when you were too awestruck to think of what ifs and consequences for your actions.
This time is different, though, everything planned by Brian himself, down to every last detail. Three months, timed perfectly from the day you packed your bags and came back to him. That was the day he devoted himself to fucking only you, and you promised the same to him. For you, it was merely life as usual since you’d long been monogamous to Brian, even if he didn’t know it. When you left the Pitts, you’d made a silent pact to yourself. Your heart and body would always belong to Brian Kinney and the thought of sharing it with anyone else suddenly seemed wrong somehow. It was that commitment that kept you focused through the rough times between visits, knowing the day would come when you’d be back in his arms, back in his bed for good.
You never asked him if there were still tricks filling the void when you weren’t around, but really, you decided after your non-wedding, that it wasn’t as important to you as you thought it was. You know Brian loves you and that means so much more than the nameless, faceless men ever could. You own his heart and that’s the part of him you’d always longed to have, the part he didn’t share with anyone else. The three months when you knew there was no one else but you, he didn’t say a word. No complaints, no backroom withdrawals and you toyed with the thought that maybe, just maybe, his life of tricking had also been over a long time ago. He’d probably never admit it, but one day, you plan to ask him. Sometime when you’re old and gray and the status he held as the Stud of Liberty Avenue is nothing but a distant memory.
Right now, all that’s important is the feel of his body inside of yours, the naked flesh causing sensations equal to what you imagine heaven must feel like. It shouldn’t make such a difference, not having that thin, almost non-existent piece of latex between you, but somehow, it makes all the difference in the world.
Or maybe… it’s not even the act itself that means so much. You decide when you feel the moisture on your cheek from a tear you couldn’t hold back, that in fact, it’s not the fucking at all. It’s the romantic gesture of a room lit by candles and take-out on the floor that touched you. It’s the words that were spoken, leading you to another level in a relationship that’s lasted far beyond anyone’s expectations. It’s the promises he whispered to love, honor and cherish you… to keep you safe from harm, forsaking all others. The only witnesses to your own private ceremony… the vows meaning more to you than they ever would in a room full of people.
It’s the unfamiliar feel of the band he placed around your finger, rubbing against your skin as he squeezes your hand in his own.
It’s knowing that you’re home, and you’re loved and that you’ll never, ever leave him again.
The tears are for knowing you belong to each other till death do you part.
So I figured since all my posts lately have been about things that can unintentionally piss people off, I'd give a little something that shouldn't be so controversial. (Unless you don't want to see Brian and Justin happy and in love for eternity)
This was a little something I wrote quite some time ago. I posted it recently on BJfic.net and Midnight Whispers and I'm reposting it here just because it reminds me that everything can work out in the end as long as you love each other enough.
~*~
Post series - Brian and Justin (but you don't really need to see the final season to read the ficlet)
He moves slowly, his lips pressed against your neck, his hands joined with yours beside your head when he finally slides into you. This moment, six years in the making is as emotionally intense as you’ve imagined it would be. You gasp at the sensation, shuddering as you hear him do the same. It means so much more, knowing this is a first for both of you.
You close your eyes, letting memories of years ago flood to the forefront. Memories of being young and naïve, so in love that you’d begged him to fuck you this way. The thought had never occurred to want it with anyone else, but with Brian, you were so blind to the possibility of anything happening to you as long as you were in his arms. No harm, no hurt, no ill-fated sickness would dare touch you as long as he was there to protect you. He told you no and kept you safe, the voice of reason when you were too awestruck to think of what ifs and consequences for your actions.
This time is different, though, everything planned by Brian himself, down to every last detail. Three months, timed perfectly from the day you packed your bags and came back to him. That was the day he devoted himself to fucking only you, and you promised the same to him. For you, it was merely life as usual since you’d long been monogamous to Brian, even if he didn’t know it. When you left the Pitts, you’d made a silent pact to yourself. Your heart and body would always belong to Brian Kinney and the thought of sharing it with anyone else suddenly seemed wrong somehow. It was that commitment that kept you focused through the rough times between visits, knowing the day would come when you’d be back in his arms, back in his bed for good.
You never asked him if there were still tricks filling the void when you weren’t around, but really, you decided after your non-wedding, that it wasn’t as important to you as you thought it was. You know Brian loves you and that means so much more than the nameless, faceless men ever could. You own his heart and that’s the part of him you’d always longed to have, the part he didn’t share with anyone else. The three months when you knew there was no one else but you, he didn’t say a word. No complaints, no backroom withdrawals and you toyed with the thought that maybe, just maybe, his life of tricking had also been over a long time ago. He’d probably never admit it, but one day, you plan to ask him. Sometime when you’re old and gray and the status he held as the Stud of Liberty Avenue is nothing but a distant memory.
Right now, all that’s important is the feel of his body inside of yours, the naked flesh causing sensations equal to what you imagine heaven must feel like. It shouldn’t make such a difference, not having that thin, almost non-existent piece of latex between you, but somehow, it makes all the difference in the world.
Or maybe… it’s not even the act itself that means so much. You decide when you feel the moisture on your cheek from a tear you couldn’t hold back, that in fact, it’s not the fucking at all. It’s the romantic gesture of a room lit by candles and take-out on the floor that touched you. It’s the words that were spoken, leading you to another level in a relationship that’s lasted far beyond anyone’s expectations. It’s the promises he whispered to love, honor and cherish you… to keep you safe from harm, forsaking all others. The only witnesses to your own private ceremony… the vows meaning more to you than they ever would in a room full of people.
It’s the unfamiliar feel of the band he placed around your finger, rubbing against your skin as he squeezes your hand in his own.
It’s knowing that you’re home, and you’re loved and that you’ll never, ever leave him again.
The tears are for knowing you belong to each other till death do you part.
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Date: 2006-08-11 06:52 am (UTC)Teresa, that was wonderful! I loved it! And I loved especially the private ceremony between the two of them. How fitting that they'd do something like that. And, of course, I love Justin's certainty that he'd come back to Brian for good and will never, ever leave him again. *sighs* Perfect.
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Date: 2006-08-11 07:16 am (UTC)My favorite sentence?
He told you no and kept you safe, the voice of reason when you were too awestruck to think of what ifs and consequences for your actions.
Thanks! :)
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Date: 2006-08-11 08:29 am (UTC)My fave bit;
The three months when you knew there was no one else but you, he didn’t say a word. No complaints, no backroom withdrawals and you toyed with the thought that maybe, just maybe, his life of tricking had also been over a long time ago. He’d probably never admit it, but one day, you plan to ask him. Sometime when you’re old and gray and the status he held as the Stud of Liberty Avenue is nothing but a distant memory.
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Date: 2006-08-11 08:41 am (UTC)It means so much more, knowing this is a first for both of you.
I love knowing that there are these things that will ONLY ever belong to Brian and Justin. This is beautiful and perfect, and exactly how I hope their "first time" would've been.
*happy sigh*
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Date: 2006-08-11 08:53 am (UTC)Really lovely.
Thanks
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Date: 2006-08-11 09:00 am (UTC)And for the rest : my beta told me something wonderful : You're the writter, no matter what the other thought, it's your story ... write it, published it ... it's your baby ...
Love you
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Date: 2006-08-11 09:30 am (UTC)Wait, what? How are you pissing people off? Did I miss something? *snugs*
This fic's well written, btw, though a little too sappy for me *g*
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Date: 2006-08-11 10:09 am (UTC)Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh just so aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I loved it :)
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Date: 2006-08-11 02:27 pm (UTC)Regarding yesterday's topic, I haven't gone back to see if there were a lot of posts after I responded but the topic didn't offend me and I sincerely hope my response didn't offend you.
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Date: 2006-08-12 12:35 am (UTC)Beautiful.
Lisa
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Date: 2006-08-12 02:09 am (UTC)Do you have any idea how long its been since fic has made me cry?
Doesnt matter anyway.. this did it.
I miss seeing them every week.
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Date: 2006-08-12 02:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-12 05:22 pm (UTC)J
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Date: 2006-08-13 02:44 am (UTC)Aww I loved that so much.. Just the right amount of schmoop.. And, I loved that you let it happen that Justin was monogamous to Brian as soon as he got to NY, I always hoped that that is how it would have happened. So thanks.. Very nice. :)
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Date: 2007-07-18 10:20 pm (UTC)Thank you for commenting!
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Date: 2007-09-02 03:15 pm (UTC)"It’s the promises he whispered to love, honor and cherish you… to keep you safe from harm, forsaking all others. The only witnesses to your own private ceremony… the vows meaning more to you than they ever would in a room full of people."
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Date: 2007-09-02 03:41 pm (UTC)