Because I'm lame like this, okay? Besides, Brighton needs a reason to why he's hardly ever in the show, like at ALL. Really, WHY! He's an awesome character. XD I think I fell in love with the character too much, but I decided "what the fuck, he'd be fun to turn gay!" So, yeah. This actually takes place while Maggie and Brighton are in France. And trust me, it seems like I'm the only one interested in THAT aspect. Dudes, they went to FRANCE. X3 Summer Flings, anyone?
Claimer: I own Jazz. He's heavily based on my Transformers OC, Orian, so, yeah. And I like the name Jazz way too much, I know! XD I also own Zeke, Jazz's younger brother and side-character.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Nanny. If I did, Brighton would SO be gay and in it more often. |3
Okay, now, onto Jazz. Yes, he's based on Orian, but is much more calmer. Yes he's black and I think that may heavily influence what Maxwell will think. And YES, Jazz is 32.
Zeke, on the other hand, is 22, dating Maggie and is a bit on the more wild side than his older brother, Jazz. Both are in France for a business trip. Zeke met Maggie on the plane. Jazz and Brighton didn't.
WARNING: And yes, this is slash, yaoi, whatever you want to call it, it is two males in a relationship with possible sex. I haven't decided. But nothing graphic. SO, don't like, don't read! Hit the back button or the little red "X" button on the top right corner of the window.
Brighton ate quietly, listening to Maggie go on and on about her boyfriend. He hated it when she got one, because then she would start asking about why he never looked at the girls they've seen. And then how her boyfriend has a sister, and so on and so on.
He desperately wanted to tell her the truth. He wanted to tell everyone. But so far, Gracie was his only consolation. She found out when he brought up the idea of going to France. She had asked him why, and he never answered her. So, she asked to talk to him, and eventually weedled it out of him. Really, she should be an interrogator when she's out of high school. Girl's got talent.
"Brighton are you even listening?" He looked up at his sister.
"Yes."
"Then what'd I just say?"
"Uhhh..."
"Brighton you insensitive ass!" Maggie huffed, getting up from the table in their hotel room. He sighed, and shook his head. He cleaned his plate and put it away, and did the same with his sister's. He felt more like a maid on this trip rather than a tourist. A knock was heard on the door.
"Room Service!" A cheery voice rang out.
"Zeke!" Maggie exclaimed, opening the door immediately.
"Hey! I got reservations for tomorrow. I wanted ta tell ya in person! And it's for four~!"
"But who-?"
"I told mah sib ya had a sib." Zeke said, "So how 'bout B', ya in?" Brighton frowned, but sighed.
"Sure. Why not. I've got nothing to do." He shrugged. Zeke grinned.
"Sweet! Meet us at the Eiffel Tower's top, and there'll be two tables set. At 7, a'ight?" Zeke said. The two siblings nodded, and the dark-skinned, black haired, brown eyes man kissed his sister's cheek before leaving. Maggie squealed.
The next day, they were in the elevator up to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Brighton felt stupid. Maggie made him dress in slacks and a nice shirt.
"We've got dates!" She said excitedly.
"You have a boyfriend. I have a blind date. Why am I doing this again?" Brighton asked as they reached the top.
"Because you'd be sitting alone in the hotel room again. Really, that's all you've done since we got here two months ago! Summer's almost over, have fun!" Maggie said as they left the elevator. They stared, seeing two men.
Wait, two males.
'Oh sweet Jesus, Zeke set me up with his older brother.' Brighton thought as Maggie smiled.
"Uhm, hi. I'm Maggie you must be Zeke's, uh, brother." She said, holding her hand out. The taller, older man shook her hand.
"I'm Jazz. Nice ta meet ya." He said, "However I think he is my date. Jesus Zeke, how old is the poor kid? 12?"
"18." Zeke answered calmly. "He's legal."
"And still a kid. Ya told me she had a sibling, ya never said he was younga." Jazz frowned. Brighton took the man in. He was just as dark-skinned as Zeke, maybe darker. His eyes were hidden by a reflective blue visor, and he had black hair. Brighton shook his hand when it was offered.
"I'm Brighton, Maggie's brother." He said. They sat down when Maggie and Zeke ditched them.
"Ya don't have ta do this." Jazz said, smiling. "Zeke didn't say I'd be cradle robbing." Brighton let out a laugh.
"It's not cradle robbing if we don't have sex. Besides, it's not like it's a big age difference."
"Kid, I'm 32."
"Okay, so it is a big age difference." He said, "But... I'm willing to get over it." He shrugged. Jazz smiled.
"You're definitely not what my brother described."
"And what'd he say I was?" Brighton asked, frowning.
"Said you were my age, for one." Brighton laughed again. "For another, he said you were a depressed little thing and that your family don't know you're in the closet."
"Oh, so he knew I was gay?"
"If you aren't, this is a really awkward date." Jazz laughed. Brighton smiled. He... He liked this guy. He was making the situation easy to get over.
"Well, he's right about one thing." He said, "My family doesn't know. At least, my parents don't. Maggie's probably figured it out by now, and our little sister weedled it out of me."
"Mmm... It's a sad day when a kid has to hide from his family." Jazz nodded, "I, however, was disowned when I came out to my parents."
"When was that?"
"Before we got on the plane." Brighton laughed. This guy was funny. "But seriously, I was 20 when I came out. I think I did pretty well over the past 12 years."
"What do you guys do? All I know is Zeke was here on a business trip."
"No, I'm here on a business trip. Zeke's here to make sure I don't get myself killed by walking out into traffic." Jazz said. Brighton frowned, confused.
"What?" He asked. Jazz smiled weakly.
"I'm going blind. The meetings are normally in the evening, when I really can't see." Brighton felt his insides churn. "I only could tell how old you were 'cause I heard you and Maggie talking in the elevator. Right now, I'm blind. Mostly, anyways. I can see shadows 'cause of the lights."
"Wow... I..."
"Don't." Jazz frowned. Brighton frowned.
"Don't what?"
"Don't feed me any pity. I've gotten along fine and I don't need it." Jazz shook his head. They ate in silence for a while.
"What do you say we get real food?" Brighton said.
"What do ya mean?" Jazz asked.
"You really enjoy eating snails?" Brighton asked.
"... Good point." Jazz replied. Brighton smiled and they got up.
"Guys, we're getting' outta here." Jazz said.
"Well is everything okay? You guys were laughing a little while ago!" Maggie said.
"It just didn't work out." Jazz shook his head. Brighton nodded.
"Yeah, sorry."
"Well do you want us to-!"
"Naw man! Have fun with your girl. He's going ta help me back to the hotel." Jazz said. Brighton nodded again, and they left.
"... So why'd we just lie to them?" Brighton asked as they hit the bottom.
"So they won't know what I'm gonna do." Jazz said, moving in front of him. Brighton backed into the railing, and froze, feeling Jazz's lips on his. He slowly kissed back, and when Jazz pulled away...
"What was that...?" Brighton asked.
"Sorry..."
"No, don't it just... I mean, I kissed back..." Jazz smiled at him.
"You really are somethin' else..." They hit the ground and left, heading for a place that was open.
"Okay, nothing's open at 9 pm? What the hell?" Brighton frowned as they walked past another closed restaurant.
"Damn. I thought Paris would have everything opened!" Jazz whistled.
"Well, I guess it's a good thing I can cook." The younger man said, "Want to head back to one of our hotel rooms and I make something?" Jazz looked impressed.
"A gay 18 year old who can cook and lie to his own sister's face. You really are somethin'. What street are we on?" Jazz asked.
"Uhh... Boulevard Vincent Auriol."
"My hotel is nearby. 178." Jazz said. Brighton nodded and led him. They managed to get there in one piece, and without any problems. Once inside, Jazz turned the lights all the way up. He looked at Brighton and smiled, looking him up and down. He blushed and looked around the kitchen while Jazz changed in the bedroom area. He smiled.
"How's spaghetti?" He asked, getting out the noodles.
"Sounds good. Zeke would burn'm anyways." Jazz replied. He nodded and started to boil water in a pot. He got out another and started to make the sauce. Jazz watched him, and smiled. "You can make sauce from scratch?"
"I watched my Mom make it when I little, before she died." He confessed, "Only Niles knows her recipe, but I think I can remember it."
"Who's Niles?"
"Okay, before you get judgemental, my dad's a producer. Niles is the butler and dad married our nanny last year." Brighton said. Jazz nodded.
"I understand. My dad worked as a director. We had a butler and nanny too. Oddly enough, my mom married the butler." Brighton laughed as he finished making the sauce. He put it on the stove and put the noodles in the boiling water. He sat across from Jazz.
"Okay, so I know what your dad does, what do you do?" Brighton asked.
"I write songs, mostly. But I've really settled down over the past decade, and I got a job with a play-write. I go to all the boring meetings with producers an' all, to try ta sell it to them." Jazz shrugged. He smiled.
"Cool. Maybe you can sell something to my dad." Brighton said. Jazz smiled. A while later, Brighton finished their dinner, and they ate.
"Mmm... This is delicious! So much better than take-out and burnt pizza." Jazz grinned. Brighton blushed, smiling.
"I think it's the only thing I can make. I haven't made anything else before." Jazz laughed.
"I'd gladly eat this over Zeke's cookin'." Brighton laughed. They finished eating, and Brighton put the left-overs in the fridge. He cleaned the dishes, Jazz sticking his hands in his pants. He froze, shivering.
"Jazz-"
"Sorry, I'll stop. I keep forgetting you're just 18." Brighton smiled and finished cleaning the dishes. He dried his hands and took Jazz to his bed.
"I'm not ready for that, but I'll spend the night with you." He said. Jazz smiled and laid down, pulling Brighton against him.
"Works for me."