Title: Saying Goodbye
Author: Napolde
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: R
Summary: Brian gets a phone call from Justin.
A/N: Post 513. It's unbeta-ed, so mistakes and the overusage of commas are my fault. Written for my friend Miss Charmed.
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If you love someone, set him free.
If he comes back, he's yours;
If he doesn't, he never was...
(Anonymous)
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"I'm with someone."
You think your heart missed a beat for a second, but you know that's absurd.
Yet you unconsciously clutch at the phone.
"Is he a good fuck?" You are nonchalant, of course.
A dry laugh on the other line.
And so, Justin starts to talk about a guy whom he'd met in an exhibit, and as he tells you about how nice and sexy and what a great fuck Matthew was, you decide that you dislike this guy more and more. You detest how he gets to wake up every morning with Justin on his side, snoring oh-so softly and lying on his back, as if he's Sleeping Beauty waiting for his Prince Charming to wake him up with a kiss. Though from what you gather from Justin, Matthew wakes him up with a fucking breakfast and a fantastic blowjob.
You loathe their long walks around Central Park and how everybody comments that they make such a lovely couple, with Justin's blond hair and Matthew's jet-black, and their builds complimenting one another. "Such a lovely couple!" says Justin as he mimics their old, next-door neighbor Mrs. Payne gushing over him and Matthew. He says it with obvious sarcasm, but you can hear a timbre of fondness in his tone.
You find yourself hating everything they do together, like showering, because you did that with Justin, and you know what happens during, and after, a shower. You'd rather not dwell on thoughts of Justin fucking another guy, but Justin is oblivious to your inner torment—engrossed as he is in his happy, little world—as he continues to tell you every explicitly detailed thing. Fucking sadist.
You're annoyed at how vibrant Justin sounds, how he laughs every time he talks about his exhibits and New York and his admirers and Matthew. You can almost see Justin on the other end of the line: grinning happily, flushed with his recent success, content... Justin, Justin, Justin, you want to implore. But your fucking Sunshine has left you. He has moved on. You did the right thing after all. Of course you did the right thing. They say that Brian Kinney is a selfish prick? Fuck them. They don't know what you've done. And how much it fucking hurt you to do it.
"Brian..?"
But most of all...
"I have to go. Matt's calling me..."
You hate yourself for letting him go.
"...Bye."
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Fin