Disclaimer: No owning, no profiting, no creating. If so, Justin wouldn't be in fucking NY City but in Brian Kinney's bed, getting the best fuck of his life.
Rating: G
A/N: This was inspired by the last episode in which I was slightly content with and slightly not. Everyone's ending I was content with except I'm really not too sure how I feel about the ending for B and J. I mean, I think they wanted Brian to end up the way everyone expected him to end up but COME ON. Everyone wants a happy ending and I guess they weren't really willing to disappoint but fulfill either. Kudos to J for NY and though I am glad that it's still a mutual loving and understanding between the two of them, I wanted them to end up married and ugh. Grr. That sums it up.
He's not sure if he'll see you again but he knows for a fact that he never wants to let you go so he holds onto you tightly, arms wrapped around your neck as his naked deadweight presses you into the depths of the bed the two of you share, and whispers softly at first and then one more time more clearly so you know that he means it, that he loves you and always will. He hates the way everything has played out because for once he is not getting what he wants- you. Naturally, he can keep you there in his loft – soon to be mansion in West Virginia – but his newfound feelings of your own happiness mean more to him than anything else.
He wants you to stay forever in his bed even though you'll forever be in his heart, where it really matters to be. He needs for you to wake up next to him, smiling your bright smile, practically beaming with joy and a silent way of saying, 'I like waking up next to you too.' He has to have you in his arms every night and despite the fact that Brian Kinney does not cuddle, he somehow wants just the closeness and the idea that you are his and only his.
But off in New York, miles and miles away, you will be alone and he is afraid that your loneliness will send you in the wrong direction despite the fact that he trusts you and knows that he will be the only one that you love.
You say that rings and 'I dos' aren't needed, that the two of you love each other and know it and that that alone is enough. However, you don't know that he wants that 14K gold around his finger so that everyone can see that that hot blond next him isn't a trick but his fucking husband.
So he lies there on top of you, trying desperately with all his fucking Kinney pride to stop the tears that cloud his vision. He just buries his head farther into the side of your throat, his arm still around neck holding on as if he were afraid to let go. And he is afraid to let go because he knows that in a short time you will be leaving to live a "better" life without him in it and living your dream that he wants to be a part of.