Prompt: Showering together
Showering together isn't just about sex. Well, maybe it is for Brian, but it isn't like that for Justin. When it comes right down to it, Justin's favorite part about their showers is just looking at the other man. It's not just that he's beautiful-he's Brian fucking Kinney after all. There's no question that he's gorgeous- but there's something almost untouchably brilliant about him. So while Brian stands under the spray, Justin leans against the wall and watches.
He watches the way the water slicks Brian's hair back, revealing the symmetry of his features. Notes the way the tendons in his neck stretch taut when he tilts his head back. Follows the rivulets of soapy water as they run down his torso, dipping in and out of each hollow, pooling in his belly button, slipping over the jut of his hipbones, highlighting every muscle. He's David come to life, all hard, strong lines and sculpted sinew. Absolute perfection from head to toe; at least until he opens that beautifully cruel mouth and says something to destroy the illusion.
Justin watches him, hungry in a way that has nothing to do with sex. His fingers twitch, eager to sketch him and try to capture the fleeting beauty of him in this exact moment on paper. Instead, he makes due with his mind's eye, trying to memorize every shadow and clinging soap sud so that when he's in class or at the diner or watching Brian seducing, kissing, fucking someone else, he can close his eyes and remember a few minutes where Brian was solely his.
Of course, none of that means that when Brian reaches for him-his mouth sucking a mark at the curve where Justin's neck meets his shoulder and his fingers pinching and teasing his nipple until he thinks he could come from that alone-that he thinks for even a moment about pulling away.
Prompt: Laundry
"There's a reason I have someone who does this for me."
"Shut up and help me, would you?"
"Aw, but you look so hot like that. All domestic and...sudsy."
Justin glares at Brian over his shoulder as he pushes the mop through the soapy mess that's covering the floor. "Asshole," he mutters under his breath as he shakes his head in disgust. He pauses and points the handle of the mop at Brian. "I shouldn't be doing this at all. You're the one who made this mess."
"Yeah," Brian says as he dabs some bubbles on Justin's nose. "But it wouldn't have happened at all if you'd been willing to wear a different shirt tonight. It says something about the amount of pure generosity in my heart that I even tried to wash it at all, darling. By the way, you owe me for that."
Justin huffs a silent laugh and swats at Brian, who ducks out of the way, causing Justin to slip on the slick floor. He grabs Brian's arm as he falls and they topple to the floor, the water seeping through their clothes and clinging to their hair. Brian props himself up on his elbows and grins down at Justin as he grinds slowly against him.
"I know you're eager to pay me back, but I would have been willing to wait until we made it back to the bedroom."
Prompt: Reunion*
For all his faults, and they are many, the one thing that can be said for Brian Kinney is that he's honest. Justin twists the cheap silver ring on his finger and sighs as he presses his forehead against the cool, metal door. Brian will fuck him six ways to Sunday-mentally, emotionally, physically-but he won't lie about it. Justin's grip tightens around his finger and he swallows thickly. He feels sick and used and disgusted with himself and Ethan and Brian and everyone. It shouldn't be this hard. All he wants is someone who'll appreciate him and love him and keep it in his pants for five minutes and maybe occasionally do something without his having to ask.
Something like pay his tuition when he knows that Justin will never be able to manage it on his own. It's things like that that made it so hard to make himself leave in the first place. As much as he might bitch and moan about the lack of romance and consideration, Brian Kinney fucking cares.
And Brian Kinney doesn't lie.
And when Justin knocks on the door, Brian Kinney doesn't ask any questions, he just opens it and lets Justin in as that cheap, meaningless ring slips from between his fingers.
Thank you for reading! Feedback is overwhelmingly appreciated.
The prompt for the first ficlet is from a daily drabble challenge I'm doing on my LJ where the first commenter on each fic chooses what I write about next. The last two are from an alphabet meme.
*This particular fic was actually written while I was in the middle of watching the episode where Ethan and Justin split up, so it's obviously not completely accurate. If memory serves, I put their actual fight on pause to write this.
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