Fandom: Queer as Folk
Title: Positive
Characters: Justin Taylor and Brian Kinney
Pairing: Britin and implied J/E
Rating/Warnings: Rated R. AU, OOC, Slash, and Strong Language.
Summary: How does Justin deal with finding out he's HIV positive after his break up with Ethan? What will Brian have to say when he finds out?
A/N: Thanks to Judy for betaing and to the readers.
Disclaimer: I don't own the settings, characters or anything you recognize. Showtime and Cowlip do.
Words: 478 without title and ending.
*Positive*
I'm positive. I'm fucking HIV positive. I can't believe how stupid I acted when I let Ethan fuck me raw. Sure, we were engaged to be married. But that doesn't excuse my ridiculous behavior.
Brian drilled warnings into my head when we were together, that I should never let anyone fuck me raw. But I did and now I wish that I had listened to Brian. Oh God, Brian. He's going to fucking kill me when he finds out that I let Ethan fuck me raw.
Shit, he's going to die when he finds out that I'm positive. I can already see the worry on his face and anger in his eyes when I tell him. I take a few breaths to calm myself and after a few minutes pass, I just start to feel calm when the bell over the diner door rings, letting me know that Brian has arrived.
I look up as Brian approaches and get ready to say the words that will change our lives forever. When he takes a seat next to me at the table and gives me his full attention, I almost stop breathing I'm so scared.
"Well? What's going on? Debbie called and said if I didn't come and see you she'd cut my balls off."
I want to ask how Brian can joke at a time like this, but I let it go because his mood will change when I tell him what's going on. "I'm positive," I say and the words come out strangled but I know that Brian heard and understood.
When he doesn't immediately respond, I stare into his hazel eyes, wondering what he's thinking. I don't have to wonder for long as Brian pulls me into his arms while muttering about me being a stupid twat and how I knew better.
"You fucking knew better than to let that idiot fuck you raw. I told you never to let anyone do that to you and you promised…! You fucking promised…!"
I let Brian rage it out and when he's finished he lets go of me and gets to his feet. Before I can blink Brian grabs my arm and leads me out of the diner to his car so that we can go to the loft.
A little later as we pull up at the loft, Brian finally speaks again. "Positive. God, how could you…?" He falls silent a moment later as we exit the car and head for the loft.
When we walk in a few minutes later, Brian closes and locks the door before setting the alarm. We take a seat on the couch together and Brian says the one thing that I will remember for the rest of my life.
"Positive or not, I'll be there for you every step of the way. I love you, you stupid twat."
The end.
