Life on the Queerway
A/N: Welcome to my second chapter fic! This one is full of lighthearted fun I just came up with one day. This is going to be the only chapter for about a month cause I'm going to be out of the country (ugh!) but I promise when I get back there's going to be at least two more chapters posted, if not the whole thing. Hope you all like the first part of it!
Chapter One
"Emmett!"
A speeding blonde missile came zooming through the Liberty diner squealing the name over and over again until it finally found the tall man sitting at the counter talking to the red haired lady everyone on Liberty Avenue knew. "Em, guess what?!" The missile turned into a heavily breathing young man who was grinning like crazy.
"What is it sweetie?" Emmett turned away from his food as the blonde started bouncing in place with excitement. "Must be something big for you to get this excited." He laughed as the blonde tried to get the words out but was breathing too hard.
"Calm down Sunshine, you're going to pass out if you keep this up." Deb chastised. "You want something to drink?" she eyed the blonde a bit nervously.
"No Deb, I'm fine." The blonde shook his head, insanely happy smile still in place. "Emmett, I'm in! I got into the contest!"
It only took five seconds before the diner's patrons were all treated to the sight of two grown men jumping up and down screaming like two teenage girls.
"Jesus Christ you two!" Debbie had to actually cover her ears, having finally heard a fraction of what she could sound like. "You don't have to turn all of Liberty Avenue deaf you know."
"You and me are getting together before we go to Milan to discuss ideas." The blonde told the other man firmly before planting a kiss on his cheek and jumping up with a squeal. "I've got to go tell Daph!" and with that he turned into a missile again and sped out the door, nearly knocking over the group that was coming in.
"Wow Deb, I knew the food here was bad but not that bad." The tall brunette of the group called out.
"Shut up asshole," Deb replied good naturedly as Emmett sat down to his breakfast again. "Hey honey, how's it going?" she kissed the smaller dark haired man who trailed after the brunette.
"What's with the hot blonde torpedo?" The third man of the group asked as he looked over his shoulder at the door the blonde had flung through moments before.
"Justin Taylor." Emmett explained through a mouthful of eggs.
"Hm, must be new, never fucked him before." Brian mused as the group sat down at a booth.
"He just moved into town a couple of months ago. He's an amazing artist but is dabbling around in fashion right now." Emmett nudged Ted over to join the group.
"Could have fooled me," Brian muttered as Deb took orders. Even though he had only glimpsed the blonde he could see the delicious bubble butt under the street cargos and lean body clothed by a soft blue long sleeve. Definitely fuckable.
"Hey Daph, I made it! I'm going to Milan!" Justin burst through the door of the small apartment he shared with his friend. He jumped excitedly onto the couch next to where she was reading through a medical textbook.
"That's great Jus, I told you you'd get in." she smiled brightly at her exuberant friend. "Are you taking Emmett with you?" she asked as he wiggled around on the couch before settling into a comfortable position.
"Duh. I don't think he'd take being left out of the biggest fashion event of the year too kindly." Justin smiled that bright smile of his that earned himself his nickname from Debbie. "I really hope I win this." He sighed, calming down for the first time since he read the congratulatory letter from the contest administrators hours before.
"You will. I've seen your designs and they're amazing. Plus, you've got Pittsburgh's biggest fashion queen with you." Daphne encouraged her friend, putting that blinding smile back in place on him.
"And I've got the hottest model around." Justin added just as the phone rang.
Daphne watched as Justin answered with a cheerful hello. She couldn't make out what the person on the other end was saying but it must have been bad because the smile started to slip off her friend's face to be replaced by worry.
"No problem Stephen, I understand. Hope he feels better… Don't worry about it, I'll find someone."
"Everything okay Jus?" Daphne sat her book down and rested a hand on his knee as Justin hung up and closed his eyes out of frustration.
"Stephen's partner got pneumonia and is in the hospital. That means I have no model for the biggest fashion contest next week that I need to win. What am I going to do Daph?" he groaned.
Daphne wracked her brain for some solution to her friend's dilemma. She knew how much this meant to him and how much was at stake, he had to at least have a fighting chance in this, and she would help in any way she could. Then an idea clicked. "Hey, isn't Em in with those fashion types? Would he know someone?"
The light started reappearing in Justin's blue eyes as he lunged at the phone.
"Really Teddy, the whole geeky accountant look is so last year. If you just got rid of the dark coats-" Emmett was trying to convince his fashion blind friend to spruce it up a bit when his cell phone started ringing. "Ooh, what fabulous thing is going on now?" he squealed excitedly as he took it out.
"Honeycutt, you are the biggest fucking queen to ever walk Pittsburgh." Brian muttered into his coffee.
"Thanks sweetie," Emmett grinned before flipping his phone open. "The fabulous Honeycutt queen here, at your service." That got a snort from behind Brian's cup.
"So Mikey, how's domesticated fag life with the professor?" Brian asked the man next to him as Em listened to whoever was on the phone.
"It's going quite well actually. Hunter is thinking about college, Jenny is doing good in school, and Ben got asked to speak at this college in-" Michael was off.
Brian sat there listening to his best friend droning on, trying very hard to imagine himself anywhere else but where he was. Unfortunately, the noise and smell of the diner made that impossible and he was stuck in his reality of sitting at a booth with a queen, comic book fanatic, and the dorkiest accountant he ever had the misfortune to come across.
"Well boys, it's been nice but I'm off." He finished his coffee and stood up.
"Not yet Kinney," Emmett caught hold of his arm with a sly look on his face. Brian did not like the look Emmett swept over him, at all.
"Justin, I have an idea."