A/N: My new project! Yay. Queer as folk… Alphabetized. From A to Z, one-shots based on our favorite people. (Gus, Brian, and Justin will probably be the centre of most of them… Whoops.) And if you have any ideas for the letters, I'm all ears. (all eyes?) I'm more of a humour type of gal, so that is probably the general genre for the gist of this.

Disclaimer: No. I don't own this amazing TV show, and alas, I never will.

A is for Accelerator.

"Faster! C'mon, faster Papa, that guy's in front of you!"

"I'm going as fast as I can." Justin barked to the bouncing five year old in the seat next to him in the arcade. Faster, faster, you stupid fucker, he urged the racing game, trying to gain speed. Just his luck that the accelerator wasn't working properly. And because of it, he doubted he'd be able to hear out of his right ear for the next couple days. Thank you, Gus. I can definitely feel the love.

"Well, you need to go faster." Justin could see Gus out of the corner of his eye, scowling at the screen displaying the two vehicles in the lead. One more lap, come on!

"I'm trying Gus, but you see it won't let me go any faster, my foot is already pushing the accelerator to the floor and—Oh come on you stupid son of a bitch!"

If Justin were paying any attention to anything but the stupid car who ran him into the wall, he would probably be thankful that Gus was too busy yelling at the game to pay any mind to him cursing, otherwise Justin was sure he would be out of spare pocket change.

"Gah! No, no, no, no, no no! You're in third now, come on catch up and beat those losers!" Justin heard a thumping noise and was pretty sure Gus had stomped his foot. He felt like doing the same thing at the moment, if that didn't mean he would fall behind some more, of course.

Justin growled. "Child, can you not see that is what I'm trying to do?"

"I don't think you're going fast enough."

"I can't go any faster!" Justin whined, cursing his too-short-legs and the seat that was stuck in one position. "Gus, sit on the accelerator."

"What?" he squawked.

"You want me to go faster don't you?"

Gus growled, but climbed around Justin's legs, and sat on the gas peddle as soon as Justin moved his foot. Sure enough, he went a bit faster, and gained on the car currently in second.

"What's going on? I can't see anything! Are you winning?" Called Gus' voice.

"I just passed the guy in second and am trying to go around this guy in first. Shit! We're almost to the finish line!"

He felt a little hand grip his calf and shake it. "Hurry, hurry! You can't lose to a computer!"

"I'm trying. Just—a—little—bit—yes! I passed him. Almost to the finish line… Woohoo!" Justin whooped, as the car crossed, and the camera spun around the car that was now driving on its own, with Winner written across the screen. He let his hands fall from the steering wheel and gripped Gus under the armpits to lift him from the accelerator and spin him around.

But their victory was bit short. A question of, "What the fuck are you doing?" from behind them cut off their hollers and cheers.

They turned to look at the entrance of the movie-theatre arcade, and saw Brian standing there with an eyebrow raised and a smirk as he gazed at them. Justin then noticed the other occupants in the room giving them strange looks as they exclaimed over there win.

Justin and Gus exchanged sheepish grins and looked at Brian. Gus answered in a meek, "Playing video games?" And Justin felt a blush on his cheeks when Brian laughed at them.

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