I'm so lucky
Another little drabble of qaf. For the record, playing with the boys.
He still wasn't sure how he got so damn lucky. For all intents and purposes, the man who named you should not be sleeping peacefully next to you.
What did he do to make the blond trust him so? He'd been back in town for barely one full day when the other arrived at his door, looking for a safe place to spend the night. Why hadn't he run to one of his friends? At that point they were barely more than passing acquaintances, yet that was the first night the other had slept in his bed-fully clothed of course! He hadn't been willing to push too far, too fast, no matter how long he'd actually wondered about his attraction to him.
Within the days the temporary refuge thing became permanent, with brain unexpectedly providing funds so that both of them could continue to live without having to sacrifice any luxuries. That was a surprise, but the other almost seemed to accept it. Oh, he played his part well, snapping that he didn't need nor want charity while there was an audience then quietly thanking his dad when they-meaning gus, and brian and him-were alone and had a father and son bounding time together.
Now there was hardly a moment when he would turn around and not find the man he loved somewhere close by. He still wondered if he would have ever told gus how he felt if the blond hadn't said something first, in that sweetly embarrassed but brash manner justin loved more and more each day. It was kinda sappy, yeah, but then the pair of them could be rather sappy.
And then there were gus's little idiosyncrasies... like dancing around the bedroom singing along to Gackt. He still couldn't get his lover to tell him exactly what the lyrics meant; he supposed he'd just ask em the next time he came over to visit. Right now, though...
Right now, the person he loved most in the world was sleeping curled up next to him, all was right in the world his sweet justin.
THE END