'You already know what I am about to say' Disclaimer: IT ISN'T MINE!
Rating: So PG that it sickens me. (Swearing… it can never be just G)
A/N: I just say episode 502 twenty minutes ago and I felt inspired to write something after it ended. I also really liked the version of 'Fever' that they played at the end. So, this is meaningless stuff right here. Not a total declaration of love and monogamy but the best that Brian 'I only believe in fucking' Kinney can muster until the end of the season where he turns into a lesbian, then a Stepford Fag, and the Justin-less. So very sad, these times.
If the Offer Still Stands, I Won't Forget
"That's if the offer still stands," Justin said hesitantly, his eyes searching Brian's face.
Cigarette still in hand, Brian leaned over, careful not to fall off the bed, and reached for the knob of the bottom drawer of the dresser. It took him little effort to ease open the drawer, revealing emptiness where Justin's clothing had once been.
Unbeknown to Justin, Brian had tried over and over again to fill the drawer but each time it only lasted a matter of hours before Brian would hurry home from work, speeding down the streets in his 'vette, and whip open the front door just so he could rush into the bedroom and tear open the last drawer before hastily removing the contents. He would always let out a sigh of relief even though the first time it had been his socks strewn across the floor, the second his underwear, the third his jeans, and then the last his socks again. It always felt wrong and like he was betraying Justin despite the fact that Brian tried to believe Justin was never coming back. He told himself every night that he was to get used to the emptiness beside him in bed because no one would ever occupy it except for Justin.
"It's still empty," Justin murmured, looking from the drawer to Brian's eyes.
"Nothing stayed in there for more than a few hours," said Brian as if it were nothing before taking a long drag of his cigarette.
"How come?"
"Too far to bend down," he smiled mockingly.
"Is that why I get it?" Justin asked lightly.
"You are usually closer to the ground… on your knees, your back, your stomach. You know," Brian teased, gesturing with his hand, flipping it over a few times making sure that he didn't spill any of the ashes from the end of his cigarette.
"More than you, I suppose," he smiled faintly back. "So naturally it's mine."
"Well you can't have the top, Sunshine. Ever."
"Because you always have to be on top," Justin replied sardonically.
"That's right," he grinned triumphantly in his usual arrogant manner. He blew smoke at the ceiling. "And don't you ever fucking forget it."