| Deeper Than Deep Badfic! |
| Author: Minnie Rating: R Category: Brian/Justin Fandom: Queer as Folk Disclaimer: Cue high-pitched girly tone: "I love them soooo much. They're soooo hot!" Yeah, right. If CowLip only knew the damage inflicted on Brian/Justin by some writers, they'd run screaming into a canoe in the Sahara Desert during the lunch rush. Okay, I went off on a tangent there. So ... they're not mine. No infringement intended. Notes: Please do not archive elsewhere without permission. Spoilers for season 2. What happens when I read too much Brian and Justin crapfic and have too much time on my hands? A badfic*. This one's for the Goddess of Bad Metaphors. Archive Date: 3/15/2002 Brian and Justin are lying in bed, blue light bathing their perfect forms. They look like they're in a scene from some foreign film where two guys are lying on a bed with lights in the room. Except the lights aren't blue in the film, they're red. Sheens of sweat roll off their bodies, a sign that they've just had amazing, mind-blowing, fantastic sex. In the afterglow of post-coital bliss, Brian turns to his lover and says, "Oh, Justin ... I love you so much." He sighs, heatedly, passionately, in the heat of passion. He looks longingly at his very young, but only in years, not in intellect, lover's arms, hoping that he wouldn't reject this monumentous declaration. He's never said it anyone before because he's emotionally stunted. "Oh, Brian! I never thought I'd hear you say that! I love you too. So very much," Justin replies, the sun shining in his eyes like headlights that catch and stop a deer in his tracks in the middle of a night on a lonely and forsaken road that only the most avid deer hunters know about. "It was all a pretense, you know. My pretending that I don't give a shit about anyone. Because I do give a shit. About you, sunshine," Brian confesses, his eyes dropping down in shame. He feels ashamed because he lied to his one and only true love, his own wonder boy, the one who rescued him from the depths of misery and hell and brought him to a golden plateau of love and harmony. "I know. Somehow I've always known," Justin comforts his soulmate, crooning softly like Princess Leia did to Luke during Return of the Jedi when Luke spilled his deepest, darkest, most intimate, soul-wrenching secret to her. No, not that one. The other one. Justin thinks he looks better than Princess Leia. Plus Princess Leia and Luke were brother and sister so ewww. Justin pushes that thought away and thinks about Brian instead. "No, really, Justin, I do love you. And I want to prove it to you," Brian says with determination. He wants so badly to show Justin just how much he loves him. Because he loves him so deeply. Very deeply. Quite, quite deeply. Deeper than deep. Deeper than the Marianas Trench which is the deepest spot on the ocean floor. That deep. He turns over and says, "Please fuck me." Justin moves over to Brian and before he fucks him, he kisses Brian with sweetness and light. He can hear violin strings in the air as their tongues meet like two telephone poles crashing into each other after a car with a drunk driver has collided into them at 90 mph. There are no violin strings really. It's just the beat of their hearts, beating together in time. A perfect match. There are no tops and bottoms anymore. There is just him and Brian. And that's all that counts. "God, Brian, you feel so good," Justin whispers softly in the older man's ear as he fucks him from behind. "Glad ... you think ... so," Brian grunts in ecstasy. He's never allowed anyone to do this to him. Just as he's never told anyone that he's loved them. Because he's emotionally stunted. And an arrogant asshole. And fucks practically any guy that moves, irregardless of his 'non-relationship relationship'. And is chemically dependent on booze, on E and other assortment of drugs. And wouldn't know the word bottom if it was tattooed on every part of his body. But somehow, this just feels right. Because it's Justin. He's the scared yet brave boy who goes after what he wants with the single-minded determination of an elephant who wants to piss on a pink monkey with a brown hat. The sweet innocent who'll give up a gift, the gift of his wonderful, wholesome, Disney-esque if Disney was into porn, innocence, to Brian. The spoiled rich boy who redefines the word Drama Princess. The artist who draws a picture of Brian when he's sleeping because it is then, and only then, that he could capture Brian's inner, snuggly child. The one who's shown Brian the true meaning of true love everlasting. Brian tells Justin, "Pleeeease ...". He's begging now because he can't stand the ecstasy being poured into him. Not that he's ever begged before. Because he's emotionally stunted. "Justin, I love you!" He gets a moment to breathe and decides to spill the rest of his guts to his one, his only. "I envy you your youth, your optimism, your braveness in the face of adversity," he gets out steadily, as Justin pounds into him with a broken yet erotic rhythm. They both climax together, in perfect unison, as their hands meet in perfect unison. "That was perfect. You are perfect." Justin tells Brian. "No, I'm not," Brian tells him. Brian knows he could never reach perfection. Because he's emotionally stunted. And afraid. And an arrogant asshole. And doesn't deserve the beauty that is Justin who has plopped into his arms like a beached whale that's been dragged onto the shores of a beach while it was still bloody from being caught in a fisherman's net. "Well, you're perfect. For an old guy, that is," Justin teases him. Justin knows he can get away with teasing Brian because it's just payback for all those nameless tricks that Brian fucks randomly whenever the mood strikes him. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters but this. Being with him. "We're perfect ... for each other," Brian tells him lovingly, his face full of love and more love. He reaches for Justin, because it's his turn to be the top now. Hell, they've only done it 12 times tonight and the boy has a lot of stamina left so why not make full use of it? "You got that right," Justin kisses him again. This time, he hears the wedding march playing in his head, the long extended version, not the crappy one they play on those pop stations during 3:15 in the morning when they think no one is listening. And it sounds good. And feels good. And the birds are singing along. And he starts to fall asleep because he's too tired. Number 13 is an unlucky number anyway so he foregoes another round of fucking. Brian doesn't mind Justin almost falling asleep as his lips are wrapped around him. Because Brian loves him so deeply. Very deeply. Quite, quite deeply. Deeper than deep. They fall into each other's arms, finally finding that elusive peace and love and happiness that they've been looking for their entire lives. They find it together, as they should. They find it in perfect unison. And it's so fucking perfect because they're perfect for each other. -The Happily Ever After End- *Badfic, Brian-and-Justin-style - Treacly schmoop, over the top and out of character dialogue, illogical metaphors, implausible situations, etc. HOME MISCELLANEOUS FICTION FAN FICTION |