Michael, Brian/Justin
PG-13
Spoilers: through ep 308
Summary: as the title implies, this is my Michael fic, is starts out in his point of view, but is most certainly a story about Brian and Justin.
It’s
not like it matters that it’s been three days except that it sort of does. I’m
sure we’ve gone three days without talking, hell we’ve gone three weeks without
talking (except that was a pretty wicked fight and I was really fucking mad at
him), but not since Justin left. At first it was a bottle of Beam glued to his
palm and this horrible, scary smile on his face that said, “I’ve fucked six
guys tonight and if you play your cards right you’re next.” Then it was nothing
but work and late night drop-bys made under the guise of collecting leftovers,
which Ben took to putting in Tupperware after dinner each night without
comment. And finally it was sort of back to normal, sometimes Woody’s,
sometimes dancing, always a phone call, even if nothing else.
So the fact it’s been three days isn’t so strange, except that well…it is.
I pick up the phone at ten after seven and decide I’ll call to
invite him over for dinner, because the truth is Ben still hasn’t adjusted to
cooking for only two people again. His cell is off so I try the loft. The
machine picks up so I resort to the office. Which, if I’d thought about it,
should have been my first guess.
“Kinney,” he answers after two rings sounding just like Brian – pissed off for
no good reason. It makes me smile.
“Hey, Bri, it’s me.”
“Oh, hey,” his voice gets suddenly soft in a way that will make me weak until
the day I die.
“What’s up?”
“My blood pressure. Need something?” I hear him mumble about having to do
everything himself. I can see him flipping through proofs and deleting emails
and searching for the next big idea.
“Nah, just seeing if everything was okay.”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“I just haven’t heard from you in a while. Wanted to see if you wanted to come
over for dinner. Ben’s making your favorite.”
“My favorite, huh? Well in that case tell Buddha I take my filet medium rare
and that it was awfully nice of him to spend that much on a bottle of merlot.”
“We’re having Penang veggies and
I’ll make you a Mai Tai, asshole. Be here by 8.” I know he can hear me smiling
through the phone despite myself. I’m never amused when he makes fun of Ben,
but I’m pretty happy he’s coming to dinner.
“Sorry, Mikey. Plans.”
“Plans?”
“Plans.”
“Ah, and who’s tonight’s trick du jour? Or I guess it’s trick du nuit.”
“Some hot blond.”
“You always did like ‘em hot and blond.” I stifle a laugh when I realize what
I’ve said. Talking about Justin, even accidentally or metaphorically or really
not at all but sort of, is the one thing that sets him off without question.
There’s a pause long enough to let me know he’s grinding his jaw and trying not
to snap at me. I must be holding my breath as I wait for his reply, and then I
hear him talk to someone in the background, “Just wait a sec. I’m almost done.
Get over yourself. Fuck off.” It’s a string of near-insults, but his voice is
distinctly…happy?
And then I hear this little laugh. And fuck me, but I’d swear it came from
Brian’s mouth.
“Did you just giggle?”
“What?”
I swear to God I just heard him giggle.
“I’d swear you just giggled.”
“Whatever, Mikey. I gotta go.”
I roll my eyes as I wonder what the fuck Brian thought was funny enough to
giggle at. But, then, just before I bid him goodbye, my question is answered.
He yells in my ear, “Taylor, wait up. I said I was fucking coming.”
There’s a long pause before I find my voice, “Bye, Brian.”
“Mikey,” I can hear him pleading, well as pleading as Brian’s voice will ever
sound, as I put the phone down on the receiver.
I stand in stunned silence for a moment. Letting my mind twist and twirl and
spin around a very simple sentence that just probably changed my life.
‘Taylor, wait up.’ I
repeat it over and over like a mantra.
It isn’t just the last name. And it isn’t just the fact that that particular
last name is the only feasible explanation for his disappearing act. And it
isn’t just the fact that for ten seconds before Brian uttered that name he
actually sounded happy. It was more the tone of his voice as it rolled over the
syllables. It was the way he said ‘wait up’. It was how familiar it sounded to
the sixteen-year-old boy who still lives inside of me, holding on to a love
that will never see the light of day. That sixteen-year-old boy who remembers
what it was like to have Brian Kinney need you. Actually need you.
I shake my head as I walk across the room. I put my hands on Ben’s waist and
dramatically sniff the air, “Smells great!” I beam up at him with the widest
smile I can muster.
He looks down at me, “Brian coming to dinner?”
“Nah, he has plans.” I shrug and force another smile.
And then I go into the bathroom and shut the door. I lower the toilet lid and
sit down. I put my head in my hands and breathe. Because I’m not sixteen
anymore, he doesn’t need me anymore, I can’t remember the last time I made him
giggle and more than anything, I am never going to be some hot blond…
**
In an office across town…
“You couldn’t wait five fucking seconds for me to finish that call,” he’s
breathless from descending 11 flights of stairs two at a time.
I shake my head and smile smugly as he sucks in a deep breath and pushes his
body up against mine. I was leaning seductively on the side of his Corvette
when he rounded the corner, slowing to a stride so he could pretend he hadn’t
bolted down here just to get to me.
I lick my lips and cock my head to the side, exhibiting great restraint in the
face of such beauty. He finally gives in first, pressing his lips to mine very
gently. And then his tongue is in me and his hands are on me and there is
nothing gentle about it.
I push on his chest lightly, “Let’s get the fuck out of here before one of your
minions sees you sucking face with the intern.”
He pulls back and laughs, “Not like it would be the first time.”
I smack him, “Brian! Tell me you haven’t fucked other interns.”
“No dear, you’re the first one who’s been pretty enough to bother.”
“Lucky for you I’m not only a brilliant artist but also a hot blond piece of
ass to boot.”
“Lucky for me.” He gives me a knowing half smile and then kisses me lightly one
more time before releasing me.
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