Queer as Folk Fan Fiction:
Season One Drabbles
by Severina
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Timeframe: Episode 119
Written November 06-2004
How many times can I cry all night
He should be on top of the world. He stood up for himself. He’s been crowned King of Babylon. And he stole a trick -- not a particularly hot trick, but a trick nonetheless -- out from under Brian’s nose. Or dick, as the case may be.
Fucking some drooling admirer with a fetish for a cheap crown was never what he wanted.
Brian has always been want he wants.
By morning, he’ll have come to his senses. He’ll redirect his sadness into determination, or anger, or his usual cocky relentlessness.
But for now, he just needs to wallow for awhile.
Timeframe: Episode 118
Hands touch, eyes meet
Logically, I know that the music is still playing. Around us, half-naked bodies still gyrate under flashing disco lights. The thump of the bass echoes in the distance, but I’m mesmerized by pale skin slick with sweat and sprinkled with falling glitter. I tug him onto the dance floor and slide against him, bend my knees and sway, can’t resist letting my hand rest on the nape of his neck, circle with him before finding his lips and pressing in close. Breathe deep and hold the sigh inside.
There is no way this boy is going to Dartmouth.
Timeframe: Episode 122
Hour follows hour like water follows water
There is a reason for everything.
Justin tries to remind himself of this as he gets into his tuxedo, adjusts his tie, slicks back his hair in a way that reminds him of Sunday school lectures and short pants. He finally gives in and lets Emmett style it for him. And he has to admit that he looks… pretty good. It’s not exactly Babylon attire, but...
Brian will be at Babylon tonight. Picking up some hot horny guy and fucking him in the backroom and...
So Brian turned him down. He won’t think about it.
There’s a reason for everything.
Timeframe: Late Season One
I’m told the eventual downfall is just the bill from the restaurant
He has a membership to Babylon, but there are extra fees on theme nights. Drinks, every night. Fat-laden, carb-laden diner food before, and sometimes after. Brian pays.
It is only when he’s taken out his wallet for the sixth time that night, and Justin is dancing impatiently at the diner door, Come ON, then darting across the slick floor to press his lithe body against Brian’s chest, slide his tongue across Brian’s neck, husky whisper in his ear, I can’t wait for you to fuck me -- that Brian realizes he is more deeply invested in this non-relationship than he thought.
Timeframe: Episode 103
Pray for content, settle for free rent
The Babylon membership was a way to keep off the streets for awhile. To stay warm in those cold Pittsburgh winters. To release some energy. And there was the added bonus of meeting hot guys... or really, any guys. I couldn’t afford to be picky. Maybe I could spend a night or two with someone, a week or two, a month if I was lucky, before he got bored of me. Before I had to return to the battered sleeping bag on the cold floor of a rundown flophouse in the middle of nowhere.
I never meant to hurt anyone.
Timeframe: Mid Season One
Rape me
When he watches Justin move on the dance floor, lithe body swaying in time to the beat, head thrown back, eyes closed, arms climbing the air as glitter rains down, he thinks in terms like plunder and despoil. He imagines dragging his tongue across Justin’s collarbone and feeling him squirm. He imagines finger-shaped bruises on Justin’s hips.
He sucks back his drink and orders another. Tries to turn away but can’t. Ends up slamming down his drink and stalking under the strobe lights, wrapping his arms around Justin’s waist and pulling him tight, tight.
He thinks in terms like mine.
Timeframe: Pre Season One
It's early morning, the sun's come out
It was the raised voices and shattering glass that would wake him. He’d tuck his legs close to his chest, press his palms to his ears, and lay as still as he could, eyes wide and unblinking. Sometimes he’d go to Claire’s room, climb into her bed, and they’d hold each other in the dark. Claire would tell him stories about knights and dragons, her voice trembling only a little. Then Jack discovered him there one morning and dragged him from the bed, still groggy and confused, and called him a fucking pansy. Brian never went to Claire’s room again.
Timeframe: Episode 103
I’ll find a way to see you again
Justin is a bright boy, and he’s aware that what he’s planning could very well be termed ‘stalking’. He knows it’s a federal offense, and that Brian would be within his rights to lay charges if he chose. He knows this, even as he dresses in his new shirt, meets with Daphne, tries to formulate a plan at Woody’s, and uses Vic’s ID to get into Babylon. He knows it as he stalks across the dance floor, shedding both shirt and inhibitions alike.
He knows, and doesn’t care, because he’s in love, and he needs to feel that fire again.
Timeframe: Late Season One
My phone’s on vibrate for you
Daphne lays back on white cotton sheets and closes her eyes.
Her fingers trace circles over her nipple, light touch, a breeze. Lower, through the curls of dark brown hair, a tentative quest, probing, dimly aware of the voices of her parents and grandmother drifting up the stairs. She didn’t know it could be like this, and she feels full, and alive, and vibrant, and beautiful. Presses a single finger inside and coaxes forth the pleasure, gentle waves of it. Dreams of bright blue eyes and golden lashes.
She bites her lip and remembers: she promised she wouldn’t get weird.
Timeframe: Early Season One
Caught in your magic, falling down
“Brian...”
Justin inwardly cringes when he hears the pleading note in his own voice, but he can’t help it. Every nerve ending tingling whenever Brian brushes against him, hip or hand or cock, and he doesn’t know if it’s because of the E or because it’s been an entire week since he’s seen Brian, a week that seemed endless. He just knows that he needs more, now.
“Fuck me.” He’s practically whimpering now, jesus. “Please.”
“Patience,” Brian says from behind him, and Justin knows he’s smirking. Then Brian’s tongue sweeps across his hole and Justin can’t think at all anymore.
Timeframe: Early Season One
One foot on the brake and one on the gas, hey!
“I’ll see you at Babylon tonight,” Brian tosses over his shoulder as he leaves the weight-room in pursuit of Trick Number Seven Thousand and Five.
“Sure!” Michael says, and he wishes he didn’t sound so goddamn eager. Wishes he could pull his eyes away from watching Brian strut across the room. And then he does, because Emmett is tsk-ing from behind a set of barbells.
“You realize he just gave you an order,” Emmett admonishes.
“He did not,” Michael insists, because defending Brian is as natural as breathing. “He’d just miss me if I wasn’t around.”
Wishes it was true.
Timeframe: Pre Season One
Ugly Naked Guy
It isn’t easy being a canvas.
One day you’re clean, pristine, beautiful… and the next somebody is slapping paint all over you. Ochre is fighting with scarlet, maroon is giving marigold the cold shoulder, and indigo and jade are getting all lovey-dovey in the corner. You try to keep your hopes up, thinking that the artist knows what he’s doing… but you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and, honest to fuck, if you had a mouth you’d scream.
You’re ugly.
You’re an ugly naked guy.
Then Brian Kinney buys you, and all is right in your world.
Timeframe: Season One
Herbert
Herbert knew his lifespan was limited. But as he grew from a tiny sprout in a vegetable garden, he learned to take pride in his limited accomplishments. He quickly outgrew his companions, even his brothers and sisters. Some of the older folks told him he even got bigger than his father, who was known around those parts as The Great Seed.
He was the longest, firmest, strongest zucchini in the pack.
And when Brian took him (and some random guy) home for lunch, he expected to be diced. Sliced. Used.
He just never expected to be used… quite this way.
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