Title: Fathers
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Character/Pairings: Brian, Justin, QAF ensemble including (Mel, Linds, Gus, Deb)
Spoilers: cannon 5
Genre: Hurt/Comfort and Angst and Romance
Rating: Mature (for sex scene and cursing as well as graphic violence to a person)
Word Count:
Warnings: Bashing and homophobia of a main character.
This is a Gift Request: Fic. Hurt/Comfort and general Angst is fine, but with a Happy Ending. Post-Series. Brian/Justin-centric. Also wouldn't mind the inclusion of Daphne, Jennifer, and Gus. Any other series regulars are fine too.
Other Specifications: I'm a big fan of Brian being the one in need of the comfort, since he allows so few people to take care of him. Also, as much canon as possible - since I would prefer post-series, obviously some creative liberties are fine, but all series canon should remain intact. Intimate scenes are fine, and rating does not matter.
Summary: I tried to meet the entire request asm614 this is for you girl!
A/N All dreams sequence are in Italics and bold are phone but wont be much of either. And a big thank you to my friend Jill for the beta work.
"You can learn good self defense in a class, you can learn great self defense while fighting with your family."
-Michael Westin (Burn Notice)
-BJ-
"Stop it your going to hurt him," someone yelled to Jack even though that never worked.
Brian knew that Jack never stopped until he passed out or he lost interest. He protected his ribs and curled into a ball tighter, he was 12 a terrible memory it was before he even met Michael.
"You fucking fairy," Jack slurred as he kicked Brian's arm it was painful, he could feel the bruise starting.
No one would help him here, the voice had stopped crying, Clair was probably taking care of their passed out mom now. She was probably the one who screamed. Jack was screaming now, screaming to get Clair he wouldn't let Clair get hurt she didn't do anything tonight.
They had been good tonight, and yet it didn't matter Jack had still hurt him. Jack stopped kicking him he was going to the kitchen now, it didn't matter he was to drunk too even stand any longer he would pass out before getting to Clair. He heard the clunk of Jack following to the floor next.
Clair was walking towards him a wet towel to soothe his busted lip.
-BJ-
He woke up a sweaty mess, Justin tangled in the sheets on the other side of the bed. It was one of the rare weekends where Justin could get away from the building of his career and come home to him. Or for the night they were staying in the loft, he hadn't wanted to drive out to Britin so late. It had been 2 in the morning when they had left Woodsy after dinner at Debs.
He looked about the loft and saw the coldness of the space. He tried to shake off the nightmare, and when that didn't work he went to his place by the window, to see the city. He was in sweats and no shirt as he looked down at the dry winter of the Pits. It was cold in the loft it was how he felt, cold.
It was the middle of winter, but the snow hadn't fallen just yet, the weatherman said tomorrow, maybe. He looked at the dark clouds and there foreboding mood and what was about to happen to the city. It matched his dream, that night had been like any other night except Clair was nice that night. She had gotten him to bed been worried and assured him everything would be okay. She was for that night a big sister and Jack hadn't gotten to her.
Clair was never that great of a big sister, she seemed more about self preservation than anything else, she hated her father as much as the rest of them. The Kinney family never pretended to be happy or a Hallmark family, Joan pretended they where though. The booze was her personal photoshop to fit that image.
He felt arms wrap around him, he knew it was Justin and felt kisses being placed on his neck. He let some of his memory of the nightmare go, he was still hot from the nightmare and yet the cool hands of Justin were calming him a little.
"Come back to bed I heard you tossing around." Justin left off the fact that he was also moaning something about stopping something.
"Yeah Jack seems to stick around even after all these years," Brian grimaced as he felt Justin's arms tense at the mention of his father.
Justin didn't have a great relationship with his father either; he doubted any gay man did. He was determined to be a father to Gus though, he spends time in Canada. Though everyone else at the company just see it as Brian venturing over the border to try his hand at business in Moose country. He was there more than Michael and Ben mainly because he had more money so JR was like a daughter he didn't know he wanted, much to Mel's unhappiness. Though she was getting a little nicer through time he spent with her, as Lindsay was busy, most of the time he came.
"Come with me, we can show him what two homosexuals can do that he can never do," Justin teased when he felt Brian tense.
"What's that? Dead people tend to not be able to do anything," Brian rolled his lips in his mouth he was still looking out to the skyline and the foreboding clouds.
Justin wrapped his hands around Brian's broad chest and felt Brian melt into him. He kissed his neck, "how about the one thing that he never had," Justin whispered in Brian's ear.
"Happiness," Brian asked focusing less on the skyline and more on what Justin was doing with his very talented tongue.
"No," Justin breathily laughed as he pulled Brian closer to the bed and away from his perch.
"Then what," Brian face became teasing.
"Enjoying life of being a fucking fairy because he never got the fun of having a cock up his ass." Justin teased pulling the robe that he had been wearing off and showed his milky white skin to his lover.
"Oh so now my dad is gay," Brian asked as he laughed and pulled Justin onto the bed for another round after hours of the previous antics.
"Yeah all homophobic asses are," Justin got out before he was attacked by Brian's mouth on him.
"Uh huh," Brian agreed and didn't give much thought too anything else as he pleasured Justin and himself.
Justin was already stretched from sex earlier and he loved the way Justin was flushed with want. He kissed a path from Justin well heated face down to his chest. He stopped at the nipples, teasing Justin and played with the nipple ring. That he had in years past mocked, but secretly loved to play with. It elicited such a moan from Justin.
He tugged with his teeth for a second to hear that moan from him, he got it and rewarded Justin with his tongue sucking. He went further down Justin to suck on his sunshine. He swished his tongue on the top of the head of Justin's cock. He sucked for a minute and then moved to sucking the length of the shaft making Justin purr the way he wanted him too.
"Stop teasing I want you now," Justin pleaded he had been waiting long enough he wanted Brian.
"All good things Sunshine," Brian teased but he reached for a condom and lube all the same.
He tore the wrapper with his teeth, slipped it on, lubed himself, and thrust his cock head into Justin. He waited for Justin to adjust and then he pulled all the way in to make Justin enjoy it more, he felt Justin wrap his legs around his waist. When he thrusted Justin's legs pulled him in further. He was going harder and faster to make them on the precipice of orgasm.
He thrusted and felt Justin's prostate he saw Justin's eyes roll back into his head. Justin was closing around him. He thrusted deeper and without even touching Justin dick, he made him cum. Brian thrusted a few times more riding Justin's orgasm and making himself cum.
He fell on Justin bodily and was exhausted from the great sex. He felt Justin breathing deeply and knew he was asleep; he pulled out and tossed the condom into the trash. He pulled the duvet over Justin after cleaning him up; his own heart was still hammering in his chest.
He pulled back up his sweats and looked at the clock at his bedside it displayed a dark blue 5 in the morning. He knew he wasn't getting back to sleep anymore. He pulled out a long sleeve thermal and pulled on his sweatshirt that had the insignia for the group that Debbie had demanded he join. He needed to either join but if not be an endorsement partner with his money.
He hadn't joined the gay parent league, but he had given a very generous donation without anyone knowing. Debbie had given him the hoodie as a thank you, she knew him well enough not to comment on the fact that he was a very proud Papa.