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Allie
Disclaimer: All things QAF belong to CowLip. I take
liberties but they own them, I don’t.
Characters: All Queer As Folk characters
Pairing: Brian and Justin
Warning: Entire Thing will be NC-17. Spoilers for
like all Five Seasons.
X- It’s Not Always Sunny
“He that will enjoy the brightness of sunshine, must quit the coolness of the shade.”
~Samuel Johnson ~
Justin’s POV
Brian and I are sitting at a small table in the Coffee Beanery. The aroma alone strangles the senses because it’s so strong. I look over at Brian who has his cell phone pressed to his ear. I watch his facial features rapidly go from complacent to irritation to anger as he listens to the person on the other end of the line.
“The graphics were supposed to be done by
“Everything alright?”
“Fucking
“Are you going in?”
“If I have to go in someone’s getting fired.”
“Mmm.” I know better than anyone that he’ll go in regardless. That’s just how he is. If something gets fucked up he doesn’t trust anyone to fix it right unless he’s there to glare them into submission.
Taking a sip of my Caffé Latte I drum my fingers on the slick surface of the table.
Brian places his hand over mine. “Stop.” He squeezes my fingers before he releases them and takes another drink of coffee. “You didn’t have to come.” He says as he sets his cup on the table.
“And miss seeing Gus’ face when we give him his present? No fucking way.” I furrow my brow. “What if he doesn’t like it?”
“He’ll like it.”
“Yeah, but what if he doesn’t?”
Brian rolls his eyes. “You should have fucking stayed at home or you could have waited at the studio.” My irritation from waiting in the fucking airport plus Brian’s irritation at a fuck up at Kinnetik equals a lethal combination.
I glare at him. “Fuck off.”
Throwing his hands up he says, “That’s a good idea.” He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the coffee shop basically dragging me toward the men’s room.
“Brian we don’t have time for this.”
He looks over his shoulder at me. “There’s always time for fucking Sunshine. Besides the fucking flight’s delayed.”
I look over my shoulder toward the flight information. “What?”
When we enter the men’s room he drags me to the stall furthest from the door.
Once we are inside he presses me against the wall his mouth hot and heavy
on mine. I can’t help but feel
a little nostalgic as his hands work their way down my body and his tongue fucks
my mouth. It reminds me of how
many times I’ve been pressed against a stall in this bathroom, how many times
I’ve stained the walls with my come, how many times I’ve been fucked hard and
fast right here. Before Brian moved
to
His mouth is sucking on my neck as his hands work the button of my jeans. I grip his hair and move his mouth back up to mine shoving my tongue over his lips. Pulling his hands from my hair he turns me around to face the wall. His mouth returns to my neck as he pushes my pants down over my ass. He sticks two of his fingers in my mouth I suck and lick at them to make them wet. His other hand pushes my shirt up his fingers dancing over the skin of my chest and stomach before resting on my hip. As I suck on his fingers I press my bare ass against his hard cock groaning my disappointment that it’s still covered by the material of his pants. His lips move up my neck marking me with open mouth kisses. Reaching back I tug at his belt but can’t really reach to undo it. He laughs against my neck as he moves his hand from my hips to release his cock from his Armani slacks. When his fingers are coated with my spit he removes them from my mouth circling them around my hole until finally pushing one finger in followed quickly by the other.
I press my cheek against the cool wall enjoying the sensation of his fingers. “Brian.” I beg.
He nips at my ear and whispers. “Patience.”
His lips move down my neck sucking and kissing my skin leaving wet marks that send chills through my body when his mouth moves and the cool air dries the moistness on my skin. After what seems like forever he finally removes his fingers and replaces them with his cock. I moan in pleasure, in gratitude, and he huffs a laugh into my hair. As he begins to thrust in and out of me I grip the top of the stall wall as his hands push under my shirt. I buck back against him letting him know that I want it faster, harder, now, now, now. His hands leave my skin and cover my hands as his thrusts get more forceful. I throw my head back against his shoulders unable to quiet the sounds that escape my open mouth. He slides his right hand down my arm, over my shoulder, down my back, around my waist, until finally he wraps it around my cock and begins to stroke me in the same quick rhythm as his thrust.
It doesn’t take long and when we come it’s within seconds of each other our heads thrown back as sighs of relief escape our mouths. He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my temple as I relax into him.
“Better now?” He asks.
“Mmm….much.”
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Brian’s POV
We straighten our clothes as we leave the men’s room not escaping a few curious glances from the men using the urinals. I just raise my eyebrows in passing but say nothing. When we get back to the Coffee Beanery I can already tell that fucking Justin in the bathroom was definitely the right thing to do. I told him to stay at home or the studio but he insisted on coming with me to get Gus. I really, really tried to talk him out of it because he gets wound so tight at airports. As we sit down at a different table I look over at him and he smiles at me. There that’s what I like to see. His eyes leave mine as he looks over my shoulder and a frown quickly replaces it.
“What?” I ask.
“I hate airports.”
“Stop being a drama princess. I told you-”
“I didn’t have to come, I know.” He sighs. “Sorry.”
“Forget it. Airports always make you cranky. Why do you think I always fucked you in the men’s room as soon as I got off the plane?”
“And this whole time I thought it was because you couldn’t wait to fuck me.”
I laugh. “That too.” He smiles over at me. Unable to resist I cup the back of his neck and kiss him.
“Jesus don’t you two get enough?” I hear Gus ask from behind me.
Laughing I pull away from Justin and reply tongue in cheek, “There is no such thing as enough Sonnyboy.”
Without removing my hand from Justin I turn to look at Gus taking in his appearance his light brown hair is sticking up like he just rolled out of bed, his eyes are red, and there are large dark circle under them. His clothes are wrinkled as if he just picked them up off the floor and put them on. “You look like shit.” I tell him as Justin and I stand up.
He rolls his eyes. “Gee thanks Dad.” I cock an eyebrow at him. “The flight sucked ass.” He glares at a lady that walks by with a screaming kid.
“Ah.”
As we start walking toward the exit, because I’m ready to get the fuck out of there, Justin looks over at Gus and then at me. I just shake my head at him. The airport isn’t exactly the place to confront a kid who’s prone to queening out faster than Justin.
Glancing at the bag over Gus’ shoulder I ask, “Is that all you have?”
“Yeah, did my stuff come from
Justin laughs. “Yup there’s a shitload of boxes in your room.”
“What you and Dad just shoved them in there?”
We exit the airport and while I’m getting the cab I hear Justin tell him. “Actually we made the delivery guy do it.”
After putting Gus’ bag in the trunk of the taxi we all climb in. It takes a little over an hour to get downtown because of noon-time rush. When we pull up outside the three-story building, located about five city blocks from our loft in TriBeCa, Gus turns to look at Justin. “Why are we at your studio?”
He smiles and nudges me to get out. For someone who’s been worrying his ass off about if Gus will like his graduation present Justin certainly seems excited. All I’ve heard for weeks is, “What if he doesn’t like it. An Artist’s space is personal. He might just want to pick his own place.” I just kept telling Justin to calm the fuck down. If Gus didn’t like it we’d figure something out or he could use whatever the school has available. That comment earned me a glare.
I pay the driver as we exit the car. Gus retrieves his bag from the trunk and
the taxi drives away. Justin heads inside as Gus and I stand there looking up
at the building.
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Brian’s POV
“What the fuck are we doing here?” I ask pulling my coat tighter around my body because it’s fucking freezing.
I look over at Justin whose nose is bright pink and his lips look a little blue. He turns to me and grabs my arm and gestures to the building with the other. “This is it.” He tells me.
I raise an eyebrow. “This is it?”
He nods. “I want it.”
“Justin…” I look up at the building, it doesn’t look that bad but I could tell it would need a lot of fucking work, and that was just the outside of it. The location, even I had to admit, is good but even with that….I gesture toward the building with a gloved hand. “It’s a fucking mess.”
He turns from me and looks at the building. “It’s perfect Brian and the light…” He tugs at my coat pulling me toward the door. “You have to see the inside.”
He walks up the steps, reaches into his coat pocket, and pulls out a set of keys to unlock the front door. I follow him up and stop him before he can put the key in the lock. He looks up at me. “You have keys? Did you already buy it?” I can feel the anger rising inside me. It’s not like he doesn’t have the money to make his own purchases, he has more than enough money, but we decided not that long ago that things, like buying fucking buildings for example, would be something we decided together since combining our incomes late last year.
He sucks his lower lip into his mouth. “Fuck Justin we had a fucking agreement about shit like this.”
“I know.” He mumbles. I shake my head and walk down the steps back to the sidewalk. “Brian.”
He’s standing on the stoop facing me when I turn to him. “Why’d you even ask me to come see it if you already fucking bought the thing?”
“I…” He looks away from me and starts clicking his thumbnail between his teeth.
Rolling my eyes I walk up the steps and cup his face. “Look if you like it I want you to have it but we agreed. You can’t just go out and buy shit like this. It’s not like a new TV. It’s a fucking building Justin.” I rub my gloved thumb along his lower lip. His brow is furrowed and I can feel him trembling from the cold.
“I’m sorry Brian. I know we agreed but when I saw the inside I just-”
“Loved it.”
“Yeah.” He smiles but it fades quickly.
“What?”
“It’s not cheap.”
I turn my head to the left and then to the right taking in the neighborhood. “I’m not surprised considering the location.” I push him back a little to get his attention. “It’s fucking freezing out here.”
That’s all it takes to bring the smile back to his face and I know that I’m so fucked. I think I may have been fucked since the night I took him home with me because when he smiles at me like that there is nothing that I can deny him.
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Brian’s POV
I look up at the building. It had been nothing more than an abandoned office building. It was much smaller than the buildings surrounding it being only three stories. Each floor is 800 sq. ft. that had once been divided into office and cubicle spaces. As is we paid nearly 750,000 dollars for it mostly because of the location. The renovations alone cost us over one million dollars but it really had paid off in the end. The top floor was the most expensive as far as renovations went due to Justin’s obsessiveness about his personal space and his preference for natural light. The small square windows were all replaced with floor to ceiling windows. The entire ceiling, and the most expensive of any of the renovations in the room, is all glass. It’s like being in a fucking solarium and in the summers when the heat penetrates the glass it’s like a fucking greenhouse.
The second floor until recently had been left empty. The first floor was a
little project we invested in about a year ago, the TK Gallery. It’s all white
walls, hardwood flooring, track lighting, and clean lines. It was a risky investment
to set up the gallery because there are already so many in the area but Justin
was determined that it wouldn’t be like the others. Mostly the work shown here
belongs to juniors and seniors from
I look over at Gus watching him as his eyes take in the front of the building. “Dad?” He looks over at me and I raise an eyebrow. “You opened a gallery?”
I shrug. “Technically Justin and I opened a gallery.”
His mouth hangs open. “When?”
“Last year.”
“What are we doing here?”
Draping my arm around him I lead him up the steps and into the building. “Graduation present Sonnyboy.”
Once inside a tiny petite woman with soft green eyes, short curly silver hair, and a bright smile greets us. “Brian I was just telling Justin that I wasn’t expecting you today.” She looks at me then at Gus. “And who is this handsome young man?”
“This is my son Gus. Gus this is Madeline Connley she manages the gallery.”
Smiling she shakes the hand Gus extends to her. “Please call me Maddie. Madeline makes me sound like a little old lady.” She winks at me and laughs.
“Hi Maddie.” Gus smiles at her.
“He looks just like you Brian.”
“So I’ve been told.” I look past Madeline my eyes searching the open room for Justin. “Did Justin go upstairs?”
“Oh no, he’s in the back. Grady brought some pieces for his show.”
I meet her eyes cocking my eyebrow. “His show?”
“Yes. Didn’t Justin tell you? He offered Grady a solo show. It opens next month. It’s all very exciting.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Justin offered him a solo show? We don’t do solo shows.” I tell her.
Not one to be easily flustered Madeline smiles at me. “Justin organized the whole thing.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Right.” Dropping my hand I met her eyes. “Can you get him for me?”
The smile never leaves her face. “Sure.” She turns to Gus. “It was really nice meeting you.” She winks at him before turning to walk toward the back of the room.
Grady O’Toole is this twenty-three year old graduate student from the New York
Academy of Art. When he was a senior at SVA he was included in several shows
at the gallery but never as a solo artist. When we decided to open our own gallery
Justin made it clear that this wasn’t going to be like all the other galleries
in
“No solo shows Brian. This is going to be a place for these kids in school or kids like me when I first came here just trying to get noticed. This will be their stepping stone so to speak, a way for other galleries to take notice of them so that they can get bigger shows, solo shows there. We’re not about promoting the next big thing but rather promoting the possibility of the next big thing.”
That’s what he said. I remember thinking during that speech that if he would have been in advertising he would have been a force to be reckoned with. He didn’t have to convince me though because I agreed. We agreed. Sure I let Justin handle most of what went on as far as the gallery was concerned but I was still consulted on big projects or special events. I sure as hell should have been consulted about a solo show especially for this Grady asshole.
Personally I never liked the kid. Sure his shit was alright from what I’ve seen but overall he really wasn’t that fucking special. I know, even though Justin doesn’t tell me, that Grady is here all the fucking time. I’m not fooled by this guy’s antics. He’s not just hanging around here for the art, or because he thinks the gallery is fucking great, it’s more like he has a perpetual hard-on for Justin. Admiration is one thing but hanging around hoping to get more than wall space is another. I bet Grady creamed in his fucking pants when Justin offered him a solo show. Fuck.
“Dad are you alright?”
I want to tell him no, I’m not fucking alright. My incompetent
But of course I don’t say any of that. “Fine.”
I rub the bridge of my nose willing my headache to go the fuck away.
“Hey.”
Removing my fingers from my nose I look at Justin who’s smiling big and wide. “Where the fuck did you go?”
His smile fades. “I was looking at the art for the next show.”
“Grady’s solo show?” I spit out.
“Yes.” He says slowly.
“What the fuck happened to ‘we don’t do solo shows.’”
Crossing his arms he shrugs. “I changed my mind.” He tilts his head. “Are you pissed?”
“Why would I be pissed?”
“Brian.”
Turning to Gus I take his bag from him and set it against the wall. “Come on Sonnyboy let’s get the show on the road.”
He looks from me to Justin. “Dad…”
“Do you want your present or not?” I ask him.
He looks at Justin again. “Sure I do Dad.”
Draping my arm around him I lead him through the side door to the stairs. “Then what the hell are we waiting for?”