Everytime It Rains Chapter 2
A/N: You know, i will hafta request that please do not waste your time flaming me. it really doesn't affect my writing, or how many more things i will write. I have been told i am pretty good at what i do. i am always open for FRIENDLY critism, or constructive criticism. as well as ideas or anything else about the show that people wish to tell me. but don't waste your time saying things like "you suck." or "that sucked". please. if you think you're better than me, prove it. to everyone else, thanks for the friendly reviews, i totally appreciate and love them :)
Everytime it Rains, Chapter 2: Recap:::
Brian and Justin were outside arguing, when Justin thought Brian had been fucking the same person for a long period of time. That was not allowed in their relationship. a car came out and nearly hit justin. but brian pushed him out of the way, taking the full impact. he now has traumatic amnesia, and his ice-queen-bitchface mother and sister have him convinced that he's straight. yet so many things are telling him otherwise. justin is over, because brian's mom told him that justin was an aspiring ad exec. so brian tutors him. but when brian asks about his former life, justin holds back. when brian asks him to let it out, justin kisses him. AAAAAAHHHHH!
Chapter 2: To Be
"Justin! What are you doing?" Brian exclaimed, pushing the younger man off of him.
He wasn't sure what was going through his mind, but he didn't like the feeling he got when Justin's soft lips pressed against his. It was a feeling of comfort, security, arousal, and so many other things. He looked at Justin, whose eyes were bright blue and shining, waiting for a reaction. But the look on Brian's face said it all. He looked at Justin as though he would kill him, and Justin rose quickly, gathering his things. Brian just stared, unsure of what to say. As Justin shot a quick glare at Brian, he stood by the door.
"If you want to know what I was hiding, Brian Kinney, go to Liberty Avenue. You'll get all the answers you need there. Ask your bosses, ask your colleagues. Check out all the websites on your computer that you haven't opened since you got home. But don't you ask me anymore. I'm done."
Justin left more out of fear, than out of anger. He had no reason to be angry at Brian. That would just be ignorant if he were. But he couldn't do it anymore, it hurt too much. This was the man he loved, the man who he was sure at one point loved him as well. And to see him like this killed him. But he knew that Joan Kinney wasn't fooling around when she said that she would make sure Justin would never see him again. So he didn't tell Brian a thing, just pointed him in the right direction. Justin sat in his car, trying to catch his breath.
He needed to get Brian down there.
He had to think of a way.
But he just told Brian that he was done.
Maybe Justin would just go down there himself tonight and pick up a trick.
Sex always solved a problem. Brian taught him that.
Brian sat on his couch, unable to think straight. He wasn't sure what to think. Was he gay? He knew from people that he talked to that that street was full of gays and lesbians. No, he wasn't gay.
How could he be?
But if he wasn't, why were there male pornography sites in his computer's "Favorites" list?
Why were there strange men calling him asking to come over?
He didn't know.
And why had Justin's lips felt so damn good?........
Brian sat down in confusion. None of it really was sinking in, it just floated above his head, hovering waiting for an opportunity to dive in and help.
Brian went into his room and fell asleep. He had a dream, for the first time since the accident. In it, Brian met Justin in a crowded dance floor, and they danced together. Justin was wearing a tuxedo, and looked like an angel. But soon the dream turned dark, and Justin was hurt. Brian dreamed the anger he had felt. He lashed in his sleep, sweating and panting. He felt like he was the one getting beaten, not Justin. He awoke with a start, and stared at a picture beside his bed. He didn't know where it came from, but he slightly remembered it. He was standing in a brightly coloured building with his arms around Justin's neck. It was an art show, Brian remembered that. Justin's art show.
Why did he look so happy with that boy?
He needed answers.
He was going to listen to Justin. He didn't know why. But something in his eyes was haunting Brian's every thought. The way that they were innnocent, yet so mature. And Brian wanted to know why. He wanted his life back, and if he had to listen to someone that he barely knew, then he would do so.
He walked to his closet and put on a black button up sleeveless collared shirt, and a pair of black pants. He resembled a panther, and he stared at himself in a mirror. He shaved quickly, and ran a brush through his hair. After splashing on some cologne, he grabbed the keys to his jeep and left.
On Liberty Avenue, the lights were flashing, and the crowd was brightly colored. Brian parked his jeep, and walked down the street. There were men left right and center staring openly at him, and Brian smiled smugly. Why did this all seem so familiar to him? He went into a dingy diner, and saw a woman that he remembered Justin talking to one day on the street. Her name was Debbie, and she had been the one calling Justin "Sunshine". The name did fit. Brian sat down and Debbie rushed over immediately.
"Hey, what can I get you tonight?" She could tell that Brian was disoriented, and that maybe a certain blonde angel had told him to come here. So she didn't say anything.
"Uhm, a coffee, black please. You're Debbie, right?" Brian looked at her in wonder, at all of the buttons, colours and, well, GAY things in this place. But he felt comfortable. At home almost.
"Yeah, that's me, Bebbie Novotney. And you're Brian Kinney."
The name Novotney sounded familiar, and he thought for a moment. Wasn't that the last name of that guy who was supposed to be Brian's best friend, Michael? The gay one? For some reason, he wasn't registering as Michael in Brian's mind. Only Mikey. Debbie left and got him his coffee, and sat down in the booth with him.
"So what are you doing here?" Debbie wanted to get straight to the point with him, and not waste any time.
"Justin told me if I ever wanted to remember anything, to come here. So I thought I would listen to him."
"That's a first. You, listening to someone? Jesus Christ it's a day of reckoning." Debbie joked, when meanwhile she was more scared for Brian.
There were so many memories that Brian would have to remember on this street. This was the street he first met Justin on. The places he went to dance, to fuck, to be with Justin. There were so many things.
Brian rose after paying for his coffee, and Debbie walked with him to the doorway.
"You know Brian, Michael thinks about you often, but he doesn't know what to say, or do. Be careful out here, you don't know what you're getting yourself into. Here, take an umbrella, it's pouring!"
Debbie smiled brightly, and Brian took the black umbrella from her. He walked back to his jeep and grabbed his black coat, because the air had chilled. He walked down the street, and began to get a headache. It was familiar. He could remember going into different places with a group of men, and drinking or dancing. But he didn't remember why he had been in these places. He assumed that it was because Mikey, and another one of the men were obviously gay, and Brian was just dragged along.
Yes, that had to be it. But why was it that he was remembering places that they weren't involved in. Like a dark backroom, or a bathhouse? He stopped, trying to clear his head. He looked up to see a familiar pair of blue eyes. It was Justin, with a man hanging off of him. They were kissing, and Justin was laughing at something the man had said.
Why oh why did this hurt? To see Justin with another man. He stood underneath a lamppost as the man ran to get what Brian assumed was his coat. The rain poured around Justin, and was blurred by the light of the lamp.
It hit Brian like a Mack truck.
He leaned against the post as memory after memory shot him. Justin looked to his left to see Brian dropping his umbrella, holding his head.
"Brian!" He shouted loudly, running over. He pulled him upwards, and Brian had his eyes closed. His face looked like he was in immense pain, and Justin quickly led him over to his car. Justin drove like a madman to Brian's loft, and helped him into the elevator and into his loft. He laid him down on the couch, and got a glass of water. Brian laid there, eyes shut, still in pain, as Justin sat by his side.
Justin under the lamp post.
Brian and Justin fucking.
Telling Justin that he was only a fuck.
Brian making Justin cry.
Fucking strange men.
Fucking Justin.
Justin with his nipple pierced.
Brian fucking Justin.
Justin at Babylon.
Places Brian fucked Justin.
The bathhouse.
The backroom at Babylon.
His loft.
Mikey's room.
Justin at Woody's.
Brian making Justin cry.
Justin at the King of Babylon contest.
Brian fucking Justin.
Brian moving to New York.
Brian making Justin cry.
Justin at prom.
Brian and Justin dancing.
Justin getting bashed.
Justin in the hospital.
Justin at Woody's.
Justin at his loft.
Brian and Justin fighting.
Brian and Justin fucking.
Brian and Justin, Brian and Justin. IT was always Brian and Justin.
A few hours later, Brian awoke. He knew everything now. He remembered it all. Mikey and his friendship, Emmett, Ted, Lindsay, Melanie, Gus, Debbie, Vic.....everyone. Especially Justin.
Justin lay sleeping beside Brian on the floor, breathing deeply. Brian wanted desperately to shake him and tell him what he knew. But he picked him up instead and put him on the bed. Then Brian put on a pair of sunglasses, a pair of blue jeans, and a black muscle shirt, and drove up to the hospital.
"I, I can't believe it! Full and complete recovery! What made this happen Brian? Usually this is a slow procedure, what caused your memory to spark back?"
"I went down to Liberty Avenue, and saw Justin. What the fuck did you think you were doing doc? Letting my mother of all people make the decisions? Jesus Christ you should've killed me then!" Brian was angry, but he knew how manipulative his mother was, and let the doctor off light, with only an expulsion of his degree. He was also going to sue the mother fucker, but then decided not to.
He drove over to Debbie's next, and Vic answered the door. "Hey Brian, what can I help you with?" He felt he had to be polite, unaware that Brian was back to being, well, Brian.
"Where the fuck is Mikey?" Vic laughed and hugged Brian quickly, then let him in. "He's in the livingroom."
Brian walked into the livingroom, to see Mikey watching Gilligan's Island.
"You know they were all fags. I would've fucked Gilligan and the Captain. What about you Mikey?"
"Gillig- Brian?!? Brian!! You're.......I mean....are you?" Mikey stood up quickly and stared, disbelief on his face.
"Yes, I'm back to being the world's most fabulous fag. Or maybe second fabulous, next to Emmett." Mikey's face lit up in a huge grin, and he hugged Brian quickly.
After a reunion at Mikey's, Brian felt he had better go home to Justin.
He walked in to see Justin making himself a drink. The loft was dark except for a few candles lit. Brian knew how much Justin loved candles, and he walked behind the younger man, wrapping his arms around the younger man. Justin thought it was an attack, and swung his arms wildly.
"Fucking Christ Justin! That's the hello I get?" Brian stared down at Justin, as Justin looked at him in confusion.
"Brian....are you okay?"
Justin saw it all in his eyes though. He began to cry, and Brian held him tightly. "Don't cry Sonny boy. I'm okay."
Justin looked up, his eyes shining, his face tear-streaked. Brian was filled with such desire, that he grabbed him tightly and kissed him hard on the lips.
"Oh Brian....oh Brian Brian Brian....I love you, I love you so much. Don't ever leave me again, please. Oh I love you." Justin was babbling as Brian kissed his neck and held him tightly in his arms.
"Justin, love you too. Love you, love you...."
Justin smiled and the two went to Brian's bedroom, and made some more memories.
~FiN
Well, I know, I could've done better. But I just had to write, and I think I might make a revised chapter of this one. Once i get my writing freak on. lol.
A/N: You know, i will hafta request that please do not waste your time flaming me. it really doesn't affect my writing, or how many more things i will write. I have been told i am pretty good at what i do. i am always open for FRIENDLY critism, or constructive criticism. as well as ideas or anything else about the show that people wish to tell me. but don't waste your time saying things like "you suck." or "that sucked". please. if you think you're better than me, prove it. to everyone else, thanks for the friendly reviews, i totally appreciate and love them :)
Everytime it Rains, Chapter 2: Recap:::
Brian and Justin were outside arguing, when Justin thought Brian had been fucking the same person for a long period of time. That was not allowed in their relationship. a car came out and nearly hit justin. but brian pushed him out of the way, taking the full impact. he now has traumatic amnesia, and his ice-queen-bitchface mother and sister have him convinced that he's straight. yet so many things are telling him otherwise. justin is over, because brian's mom told him that justin was an aspiring ad exec. so brian tutors him. but when brian asks about his former life, justin holds back. when brian asks him to let it out, justin kisses him. AAAAAAHHHHH!
Chapter 2: To Be
"Justin! What are you doing?" Brian exclaimed, pushing the younger man off of him.
He wasn't sure what was going through his mind, but he didn't like the feeling he got when Justin's soft lips pressed against his. It was a feeling of comfort, security, arousal, and so many other things. He looked at Justin, whose eyes were bright blue and shining, waiting for a reaction. But the look on Brian's face said it all. He looked at Justin as though he would kill him, and Justin rose quickly, gathering his things. Brian just stared, unsure of what to say. As Justin shot a quick glare at Brian, he stood by the door.
"If you want to know what I was hiding, Brian Kinney, go to Liberty Avenue. You'll get all the answers you need there. Ask your bosses, ask your colleagues. Check out all the websites on your computer that you haven't opened since you got home. But don't you ask me anymore. I'm done."
Justin left more out of fear, than out of anger. He had no reason to be angry at Brian. That would just be ignorant if he were. But he couldn't do it anymore, it hurt too much. This was the man he loved, the man who he was sure at one point loved him as well. And to see him like this killed him. But he knew that Joan Kinney wasn't fooling around when she said that she would make sure Justin would never see him again. So he didn't tell Brian a thing, just pointed him in the right direction. Justin sat in his car, trying to catch his breath.
He needed to get Brian down there.
He had to think of a way.
But he just told Brian that he was done.
Maybe Justin would just go down there himself tonight and pick up a trick.
Sex always solved a problem. Brian taught him that.
Brian sat on his couch, unable to think straight. He wasn't sure what to think. Was he gay? He knew from people that he talked to that that street was full of gays and lesbians. No, he wasn't gay.
How could he be?
But if he wasn't, why were there male pornography sites in his computer's "Favorites" list?
Why were there strange men calling him asking to come over?
He didn't know.
And why had Justin's lips felt so damn good?........
Brian sat down in confusion. None of it really was sinking in, it just floated above his head, hovering waiting for an opportunity to dive in and help.
Brian went into his room and fell asleep. He had a dream, for the first time since the accident. In it, Brian met Justin in a crowded dance floor, and they danced together. Justin was wearing a tuxedo, and looked like an angel. But soon the dream turned dark, and Justin was hurt. Brian dreamed the anger he had felt. He lashed in his sleep, sweating and panting. He felt like he was the one getting beaten, not Justin. He awoke with a start, and stared at a picture beside his bed. He didn't know where it came from, but he slightly remembered it. He was standing in a brightly coloured building with his arms around Justin's neck. It was an art show, Brian remembered that. Justin's art show.
Why did he look so happy with that boy?
He needed answers.
He was going to listen to Justin. He didn't know why. But something in his eyes was haunting Brian's every thought. The way that they were innnocent, yet so mature. And Brian wanted to know why. He wanted his life back, and if he had to listen to someone that he barely knew, then he would do so.
He walked to his closet and put on a black button up sleeveless collared shirt, and a pair of black pants. He resembled a panther, and he stared at himself in a mirror. He shaved quickly, and ran a brush through his hair. After splashing on some cologne, he grabbed the keys to his jeep and left.
On Liberty Avenue, the lights were flashing, and the crowd was brightly colored. Brian parked his jeep, and walked down the street. There were men left right and center staring openly at him, and Brian smiled smugly. Why did this all seem so familiar to him? He went into a dingy diner, and saw a woman that he remembered Justin talking to one day on the street. Her name was Debbie, and she had been the one calling Justin "Sunshine". The name did fit. Brian sat down and Debbie rushed over immediately.
"Hey, what can I get you tonight?" She could tell that Brian was disoriented, and that maybe a certain blonde angel had told him to come here. So she didn't say anything.
"Uhm, a coffee, black please. You're Debbie, right?" Brian looked at her in wonder, at all of the buttons, colours and, well, GAY things in this place. But he felt comfortable. At home almost.
"Yeah, that's me, Bebbie Novotney. And you're Brian Kinney."
The name Novotney sounded familiar, and he thought for a moment. Wasn't that the last name of that guy who was supposed to be Brian's best friend, Michael? The gay one? For some reason, he wasn't registering as Michael in Brian's mind. Only Mikey. Debbie left and got him his coffee, and sat down in the booth with him.
"So what are you doing here?" Debbie wanted to get straight to the point with him, and not waste any time.
"Justin told me if I ever wanted to remember anything, to come here. So I thought I would listen to him."
"That's a first. You, listening to someone? Jesus Christ it's a day of reckoning." Debbie joked, when meanwhile she was more scared for Brian.
There were so many memories that Brian would have to remember on this street. This was the street he first met Justin on. The places he went to dance, to fuck, to be with Justin. There were so many things.
Brian rose after paying for his coffee, and Debbie walked with him to the doorway.
"You know Brian, Michael thinks about you often, but he doesn't know what to say, or do. Be careful out here, you don't know what you're getting yourself into. Here, take an umbrella, it's pouring!"
Debbie smiled brightly, and Brian took the black umbrella from her. He walked back to his jeep and grabbed his black coat, because the air had chilled. He walked down the street, and began to get a headache. It was familiar. He could remember going into different places with a group of men, and drinking or dancing. But he didn't remember why he had been in these places. He assumed that it was because Mikey, and another one of the men were obviously gay, and Brian was just dragged along.
Yes, that had to be it. But why was it that he was remembering places that they weren't involved in. Like a dark backroom, or a bathhouse? He stopped, trying to clear his head. He looked up to see a familiar pair of blue eyes. It was Justin, with a man hanging off of him. They were kissing, and Justin was laughing at something the man had said.
Why oh why did this hurt? To see Justin with another man. He stood underneath a lamppost as the man ran to get what Brian assumed was his coat. The rain poured around Justin, and was blurred by the light of the lamp.
It hit Brian like a Mack truck.
He leaned against the post as memory after memory shot him. Justin looked to his left to see Brian dropping his umbrella, holding his head.
"Brian!" He shouted loudly, running over. He pulled him upwards, and Brian had his eyes closed. His face looked like he was in immense pain, and Justin quickly led him over to his car. Justin drove like a madman to Brian's loft, and helped him into the elevator and into his loft. He laid him down on the couch, and got a glass of water. Brian laid there, eyes shut, still in pain, as Justin sat by his side.
Justin under the lamp post.
Brian and Justin fucking.
Telling Justin that he was only a fuck.
Brian making Justin cry.
Fucking strange men.
Fucking Justin.
Justin with his nipple pierced.
Brian fucking Justin.
Justin at Babylon.
Places Brian fucked Justin.
The bathhouse.
The backroom at Babylon.
His loft.
Mikey's room.
Justin at Woody's.
Brian making Justin cry.
Justin at the King of Babylon contest.
Brian fucking Justin.
Brian moving to New York.
Brian making Justin cry.
Justin at prom.
Brian and Justin dancing.
Justin getting bashed.
Justin in the hospital.
Justin at Woody's.
Justin at his loft.
Brian and Justin fighting.
Brian and Justin fucking.
Brian and Justin, Brian and Justin. IT was always Brian and Justin.
A few hours later, Brian awoke. He knew everything now. He remembered it all. Mikey and his friendship, Emmett, Ted, Lindsay, Melanie, Gus, Debbie, Vic.....everyone. Especially Justin.
Justin lay sleeping beside Brian on the floor, breathing deeply. Brian wanted desperately to shake him and tell him what he knew. But he picked him up instead and put him on the bed. Then Brian put on a pair of sunglasses, a pair of blue jeans, and a black muscle shirt, and drove up to the hospital.
"I, I can't believe it! Full and complete recovery! What made this happen Brian? Usually this is a slow procedure, what caused your memory to spark back?"
"I went down to Liberty Avenue, and saw Justin. What the fuck did you think you were doing doc? Letting my mother of all people make the decisions? Jesus Christ you should've killed me then!" Brian was angry, but he knew how manipulative his mother was, and let the doctor off light, with only an expulsion of his degree. He was also going to sue the mother fucker, but then decided not to.
He drove over to Debbie's next, and Vic answered the door. "Hey Brian, what can I help you with?" He felt he had to be polite, unaware that Brian was back to being, well, Brian.
"Where the fuck is Mikey?" Vic laughed and hugged Brian quickly, then let him in. "He's in the livingroom."
Brian walked into the livingroom, to see Mikey watching Gilligan's Island.
"You know they were all fags. I would've fucked Gilligan and the Captain. What about you Mikey?"
"Gillig- Brian?!? Brian!! You're.......I mean....are you?" Mikey stood up quickly and stared, disbelief on his face.
"Yes, I'm back to being the world's most fabulous fag. Or maybe second fabulous, next to Emmett." Mikey's face lit up in a huge grin, and he hugged Brian quickly.
After a reunion at Mikey's, Brian felt he had better go home to Justin.
He walked in to see Justin making himself a drink. The loft was dark except for a few candles lit. Brian knew how much Justin loved candles, and he walked behind the younger man, wrapping his arms around the younger man. Justin thought it was an attack, and swung his arms wildly.
"Fucking Christ Justin! That's the hello I get?" Brian stared down at Justin, as Justin looked at him in confusion.
"Brian....are you okay?"
Justin saw it all in his eyes though. He began to cry, and Brian held him tightly. "Don't cry Sonny boy. I'm okay."
Justin looked up, his eyes shining, his face tear-streaked. Brian was filled with such desire, that he grabbed him tightly and kissed him hard on the lips.
"Oh Brian....oh Brian Brian Brian....I love you, I love you so much. Don't ever leave me again, please. Oh I love you." Justin was babbling as Brian kissed his neck and held him tightly in his arms.
"Justin, love you too. Love you, love you...."
Justin smiled and the two went to Brian's bedroom, and made some more memories.
~FiN
Well, I know, I could've done better. But I just had to write, and I think I might make a revised chapter of this one. Once i get my writing freak on. lol.