Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me. The characters of QAF belong to
Cowlip and the actors of course are their own property. I'm just writing
this fun, no other reason.
AN: Brian Kinney loses his job and his lover in one single day. Will he get both of them back and is he prepared to do something for it?
Bustboy
Chapter 1
"Brian, there is someone here to see you."
"I told you I don't want to be disturbed."
Brian sighed, this was the last thing he needed.
"Let him in."
An older man walked in. Brian had seen him once or twice, on a meeting. Normally Mr. Symons didn't mingle with his employees.
"Mr. Kinney, how are you today?"
"Busy, Mr. Symons, nice to meet you."
"I wish I could say it was likewise. I have rather ad news for you Mr. Kinney. The boss has problems with your work."
"I have had no complaints."
"Don't understand me wrong, you do good work. But we miss the edge from your earlier work."
"Excuse me?"
"You always had inspired ads, Mr. Kinney. Some were a bit too aggressive, but the were all there. Lately you go with the flow, and we're not used to that from you."
"I thought you all would like it if I walked in line. I'd like it if you made up your mind about how I'm supposed to act."
"We have. He gives you one more chance, Mr. Kinney. Whatever causes it to loose the edge to your work, get rid of it. Make us a good ad campaign for these sunglasses and you can stay."
Symons laid a pair of hypermodern sunglasses on Brians desk and left the office. For a few minutes Brian just stared at the spot where the partner had been standing. What the fuck was that all about? He didn't even know his work had a certain edge, it was just his way. He grabbed his coat and left the office, leaving everyone stunned. Brian Kinney was always the one to close the doors.
"Where are you going?"
"Looking for my edge!" He called out.
Against his habits, he went for a walk. On a bench in the park he pulled the sunglasses out of his pocket. What was the use in even thinking of a concept? He would be out anyway. He was home much earlier than usual and surprised Justin.
"Hey Bri, miss me?"
Justin gave him a kiss and stepped back. He didn't get an answer and he had learned to accept he would never get any. That didn't mean he gave up trying. Brian stood behind him, folding the younger man into his arms and kissing his neck.
"I should get rid of you." He whispered.
"Ah, but you adore me too much to kick me out."
Brian let go of his lover and sat on the couch. This was getting absurd.
"My boss says I've lost my edge and I should get rid of whatever causes the loss."
"And you immediately think it's me?"
No answer.
"So who gives a fuck? You do your job well, don't you?"
"I get one shot, one. . . I don't want to give up a good job and the money. Maybe it would be better if . . ."
"You're not suggesting I should leave?"
Brian looked everywhere around the loft but at Justin. He knew it was crazy, but maybe it was enough to do the trick to his ads.
"Could you at least look at me?"
Brian sighed deeply and looked his lover straight in the eyes, mask of 'I don't give a fuck' attitude firm in place. He had made his decision and wasn't about to back down as he watched Justin pack his bags. The young man turned in the doorway.
"You know, you surprise me every time. I'd never would have guessed you'd pick your job over me."
"It's the only good thing I have in this world."
"Fuck you!"
AN: Brian Kinney loses his job and his lover in one single day. Will he get both of them back and is he prepared to do something for it?
Bustboy
Chapter 1
"Brian, there is someone here to see you."
"I told you I don't want to be disturbed."
Brian sighed, this was the last thing he needed.
"Let him in."
An older man walked in. Brian had seen him once or twice, on a meeting. Normally Mr. Symons didn't mingle with his employees.
"Mr. Kinney, how are you today?"
"Busy, Mr. Symons, nice to meet you."
"I wish I could say it was likewise. I have rather ad news for you Mr. Kinney. The boss has problems with your work."
"I have had no complaints."
"Don't understand me wrong, you do good work. But we miss the edge from your earlier work."
"Excuse me?"
"You always had inspired ads, Mr. Kinney. Some were a bit too aggressive, but the were all there. Lately you go with the flow, and we're not used to that from you."
"I thought you all would like it if I walked in line. I'd like it if you made up your mind about how I'm supposed to act."
"We have. He gives you one more chance, Mr. Kinney. Whatever causes it to loose the edge to your work, get rid of it. Make us a good ad campaign for these sunglasses and you can stay."
Symons laid a pair of hypermodern sunglasses on Brians desk and left the office. For a few minutes Brian just stared at the spot where the partner had been standing. What the fuck was that all about? He didn't even know his work had a certain edge, it was just his way. He grabbed his coat and left the office, leaving everyone stunned. Brian Kinney was always the one to close the doors.
"Where are you going?"
"Looking for my edge!" He called out.
Against his habits, he went for a walk. On a bench in the park he pulled the sunglasses out of his pocket. What was the use in even thinking of a concept? He would be out anyway. He was home much earlier than usual and surprised Justin.
"Hey Bri, miss me?"
Justin gave him a kiss and stepped back. He didn't get an answer and he had learned to accept he would never get any. That didn't mean he gave up trying. Brian stood behind him, folding the younger man into his arms and kissing his neck.
"I should get rid of you." He whispered.
"Ah, but you adore me too much to kick me out."
Brian let go of his lover and sat on the couch. This was getting absurd.
"My boss says I've lost my edge and I should get rid of whatever causes the loss."
"And you immediately think it's me?"
No answer.
"So who gives a fuck? You do your job well, don't you?"
"I get one shot, one. . . I don't want to give up a good job and the money. Maybe it would be better if . . ."
"You're not suggesting I should leave?"
Brian looked everywhere around the loft but at Justin. He knew it was crazy, but maybe it was enough to do the trick to his ads.
"Could you at least look at me?"
Brian sighed deeply and looked his lover straight in the eyes, mask of 'I don't give a fuck' attitude firm in place. He had made his decision and wasn't about to back down as he watched Justin pack his bags. The young man turned in the doorway.
"You know, you surprise me every time. I'd never would have guessed you'd pick your job over me."
"It's the only good thing I have in this world."
"Fuck you!"
