Ok this got ssssoooo much longer than I intended it to, hope you don't mind. Thank you if you're still putting up with me This is just a bit of m/m, not really hardcore, but there, if it bothers you…what in the world are you doing reading Queer as Folk fanfiction? I don't own anything or anyone in this story except Christy. Please review!
Justin grinned as Brian walked up behind him, pulling him into his arms and kissed his neck lightly. Brian moaned softly, burying his face in Justin's blonde hair,
"You smell good," Brian claimed. Justin leaned back against his husband, turning his head and kissing Brian deeply.
"Showers tend to do that," Justin teased, earning a light smack on his stomach and a
"Smart ass," from Brian, but neither could stop smiling. They were going home. They had been in this hospital for 2 months and a week and now Brian had gotten the all clear to go home. Justin had put on 7 pounds since Brian had woken up, though he was still thinner than he had been. Justin folded more of his clothes and put them in the bag, Brian hummed again,
"I cannot wait to get home and get you out of these clothes, Sunshine. I find, you being naked one of the most wonderful things you can be." Justin laughed at Brian's horniness, but turned around in his arms, wrapping his own arms around Brian's neck.
"As great as that sounds, and believe me, I'm wanting it as much as you are, I'm not sure you should be doing that just yet," Justin admitted.
"Why?" Brian asked, almost as though it was challenge, causing Justin to chuckle,
"Because you just got out of a coma, I don't know if your body is ready for what I plan on doing to it." Brian moaned again, kissing Justin hard, something that was returned whole heartedly until they had to break for air. "And besides, I don't think Gus plans on leaving your side for a while." Justin laughed softly, not missing the look of love and pride in Brian's eyes at the very name of his son.
"We can tell Lindsay that unless she wants Gus scarred for life, to give us a few days." Brian said puckishly, and Justin playfully swatted him, before smiling and pulling himself impossibly closer to his husband "If the doctor says it's ok?" Brian asked, playfully nibbling on Justin's jaw line, causing Justin to throw his head back and groan.
"If the doctor says its ok, than you are going to be fucking me into the mattress all night," Justin claimed and Brian pulled back, looking at Justin who grinned wickedly, and for a moment Brian wondered how in the world he'd almost let Justin get away. But he hadn't and now they were married and expecting a baby, and the past two months were soon to be a bad memory, which Brian fully intended to replace with good ones. "Mmmm," Justin sighed into Brian's mouth as though his lips were the most delicious meal he'd ever eaten. Brian grabbed Justin's hips and pulled their groins together, both of them grunting quietly as their mutual erections met.
"Sorry to interrupt," a voice said and they separated quickly, Justin successfully hitting his bulge with the bag full of his clothes, but Brian was left with an obvious situation.
"Um, sorry…" Justin said, blushing slightly, but smiling regardless.
"Don't ever apologize for wanting to be with each other." The doctor stated, looking up from his clip board, "We don't have enough of what you two have in this world."
"I'm not sure the world could handle more people with what we have," Brian said, holding Justin from behind once again, pressing his still hard cock, against Justin's butt. Justin laughed and pushed back against him, playfully, and Brian quickly let go again, knowing it wouldn't be good if he came in the middle of a doctor's dischargement, no pun intended. The doctor smiled softly and glanced back down at his charts.
"Everything seems to get in order, Mr. Kinney, do you have any questions?" He looked up at them.
"We were wondering... how soon will it be until we can…" Justin paused, searching for the politically correct term but Brian bet him to it,
"When can we fuck again?" Justin shut his eyes, wincing at his husband's lack of tact. The doctor looked at them, his eyes wide before he once again went over the charts.
"I don't see any reason that should be a concern. So, right away, just please wait until I leave the room," he said when he saw Justin and Brian meet eyes and saw the looked that passed between them. Brian smirked and Justin chuckled, "But of course if anything seems off, you heart beats gets faster than usual, or you have trouble…" the doctor paused, "That doesn't seem to be a problem however," and Brian smiled wider when he realized what he meant.
"Yeah, Justin has almost always been able to get that out of me." Justin blushed but raised his eyebrows and licked his lips suggestively.
"Just pay attention to your body, it will give you signs that something isn't right." Justin again can't help but smile as Brian takes his hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it softly. Somewhere between that lamp post in front of Babylon, and then in that hospital room, Brian Kinney had fallen in love. "So just give these to the nurse at the front desk, and I hope I don't see you two in here again." The doctor said, smiling softly,
"That makes two of us," Justin murmured, looking down at the packed clothes, as his heart pounded in his chest at the thought of Brian getting hurt again. It took Brian grabbing both sides of his face with his hands to get Justin to realize that he had spaced out.
"You ok, Sunshine?" Brian asked, eyeing his husband nervously as he thought about all the times Justin freaked out after his bashing. When Justin smiled softly and nodded Brian kissed his lips lightly before pulling back, only to wrap his arm around Justin's waist, using it as an anchor, keeping them grounded, reminding both of them that they were safe, and together.
Once everything was in order, the couple headed out, but Christy ran up to them just as they headed out of their room.
"You two weren't going to leave without saying goodbye to me, where you," she asked, part of her voice scolding, the other part sad.
"Not a chance," Justin said, unlatching himself from Brian and throwing his arms around her, kissing her cheek. Tears filled both Christy's and Justin's so that when they pulled away, they both had to wipe tears, laughing at their mushiness.
"As happy as I am that you two are leaving, I'm going to miss you," she admitted. Brian hugged her tightly and kissed her hair.
"I don't know if Justin would have made it without you," he whispered into her ear. She pulled back, looking at him surprised, "Oh he's the toughest person I know, but from what he told me you kept him from being so lonely. You were the one person other than him that was here almost every day, and you will never know what that means to both of us." Brian explained, glancing at Justin who winked subtly and Brian smirked and reached in his pocket and pulled out a set of keys and offered them to the nurse, who paled. "There is an electric blue Corvette ZR1 for you in parking lot B, Emmett brought it this morning," he stated, as Christy started at the keys.
"No, I can't. I can't take it, you…"
"Want you to have it," Justin interrupted, smiling sweetly. Christy's brown eyes once again filled with tears as they flickered from Justin to Brian to the keys. Her breath quickened,
"This is too much guys, I mean, I'm just a nurse." Brian cupped her cheek delicately,
"You took care of my husband, and I know how much of a task that can be," Brian laughed when Justin gasped, playfully indignant, but Brian could see the sparkle was back and that was all that mattered. "Nothing is too good for what you did for us. Please." Christy shook her head but smiled softly and held out her hand, which was shaking, tears falling down her cheeks.
"Thank you so much." She breathed, "I will never forget you, take care of yourselves, and if you don't mind, I wanna meet that baby girl," both boys lit up at the thought and nodded, agreeing.
"Definitely." Brian said, grinning. Christy hugged them both tightly, kissing both of their cheeks, lovingly,
"Christy, to F5, Christy to F5." A voice announced on the intercom. Christy sighed heavily, parting from Justin's arms,
"A nurse's job is never done," she winked as she walked slowly away, looking back, waving.
"Thankfully, for our sakes," Justin replied, laying his head on Brian's shoulder as they raised their hand in goodbye. Brian's other arm once again wrapped around Justin's waist and Justin's linked behind his back, and they met eyes, smiling softly in joy and love.
This would be Brian's first time out of the hospital and as they exited the automatically opening door, Brian froze. Justin quickly recognized the sign and stopped as well,
"Justin," Brian whispered and Justin tightened his hold around Brian.
"I'm right here, baby, I'm not going anywhere," Brian paused, looking at the man who was by his side, who always had been, and if Brian had anything to do with it, he always would be.
"Promise?" Brian asked, and Justin nearly cried at the vulnerability in Brian's voice. He wasn't hurt or offended by the question, Brian knew already that Justin wasn't going anywhere, but in that moment, when fear was over taking him, he needed to be reminded.
"I promise, now and forever," Justin nodded and Brian kissed him quickly and pulled him just little bit closer, though it didn't seem as though they could get any nearer to each other. Brian smirked and nodded,
"Can we go home now and have lots of sex?" he asked, Justin laughed at how much that statement was the Brian that he adored,
"I thought you'd never ask," he said, pulling Brian carefully towards the parking garage.
As soon as their garage side door shut, Brian had Justin by the shirt pulling him up the stairs, to their bedroom. Justin followed obediently, grinning into the kisses that Brian delivered as he walked backwards. But something that Justin noticed that was Brian couldn't seem to stop touching him. It wasn't unusual, usually the hands were always wandering, but in that moment they were soft and cautious instead of possessive and rough.
"Justin," Brian whispered when they finally got into the bedroom. Justin wrapped his arms around him tightly and attempted to deepen the kiss.
"I'll do anything you want, just name it, I'll do anything," Justin promised is a husky, love driven whisper.
"Anything?" Brian asked, almost shyly and Justin pulled back surprised at the change.
"Of course," he validated, kissing Brian again, this time softly, running his fingers through the brunette strands.
"Undress and lay on the bed," Brian said, immediately, pulling completely away. Justin looked hesitantly at Brian, not because of nervousness, he trusted Brian more than anyone else, but it was a rather odd request. Brian had made it clear in the past ten years, he liked being the one to undress him, but Justin did as he was told, he laid sprawled out on the mattress, completely exposed and open to his lover. But the way Brian was looking at him, made him feel completely safe, not to mention beautiful and loved. "Baby, I want to do something different first." Brian reported, undressing himself, before crawling into the bed and lying next to Justin. "I know I said that I wanted to fuck you, but I need to find you again. I need to rediscover every inch of you, and I want you to do the same to me."
"Oh Brian," Justin whispered, his eyes already shining with tears. "I've missed you so much." Brian pulled Justin into his arms, kissing him with such tenderness that Justin let a tear fall. It had been such a horrible 2 months and finally they were home, and the outside world was not privileged to the love that was happening in their "stately, country, manor." It was just them, just their breathing, just their smell, just their words, them.
Brian moved so that Justin was once again lying on display on the bed. Brian started at his neck, touching, tasting, kissing, inhaling, just that small area of his husband's body, one that was marked every so often. Brian stopped moving, laying his face on the crease of the neck and inhaling deeply, his fingers softly brushing Justin's hair that was much longer than it had been in the park. But Brian liked it, more to hold on to, but not then, there was plenty of time for that later, years, decades even, maybe more if forever really existed. No, that moment wasn't about being rough, or even fucking, that time was purely about rememorizing the beautiful body that was beneath him. Justin's hands were at his hips, lightly touching and caressing, but the blonde couldn't hold back a moan when Brian traced the shell of Justin's ear with his tongue. Brian always knew that drove his husband crazy and he smiled softly as he pulled away,
"That hasn't changed." He said, kissing Justin's lips softly, and their lips' dance was instant and comfortable. Like riding a bike, once you learned you never forgot. "And something else that hasn't changed," Brian murmured as his lips left Justin's and went to the tender under belly of his jaw, just below his ear. "Is how much I love you." Justin looked at Brian, and Brian could see the surprise in his eyes. Brian hadn't said it since the day after he'd woken up, Brian didn't say that very often, even now, but that didn't mean he didn't love Justin as much as Justin loved him, despite the fact that Justin was much more vocal about it. Brian had loved the man under him since he was 17, and he told him so in every kiss and thrust, and touch. Brian broke the stare and went back to kissing and sucking on Justin's neck. Brian knew that Justin was fighting every urge and fiber of his being to not beg Brian to fuck him, to stop teasing and just get inside him. But to the younger man's credit, he just released soft, back of the throat, groans and whimpers. And if Brian was being honest, that alone was making him want Justin in a way he hadn't had him in two months. But this was more important. But not being able to resist Justin's swollen member, which was hard enough to pound nails into the ground, and his hand drifted down while his lips stayed attached to Justin's collar bone. He palmed the head of Justin's cock and the blonde bucked upward, causing Brian's mouth to lose its grip.
"Jesus Christ, Brian, don't be mean," Justin hyperventilated and Brian smiled softly,
"Sorry, it's just so beautiful, goes perfect with the rest of you." Justin let out another whimper but Brian knew that was one of love and gratefulness, not lust.
"I love you, so much. And that…" Justin whispered, "Is never ever going to change." Brian sighed happily and buried his face in the crease of Justin's neck, kissing it lightly before pulling away again.
"Ok, now the rest of you," Justin smiled softly, despite wanted desperately for Brian to fuck him, to be inside him, Justin couldn't deny that he liked this, Brian treating every single part of him as though it was sacred and something to be adored and for Brian, it was. Brian worked his way down Justin's body, smelling, kissing, feeling, sucking and lavishing his shoulders, arms, chest, spending extra time on the sensitive nipples, and by the time he was done, Justin was a blithering mess. Brian went down to his hips, tracing the things he had held so often, but never really paid attention to. Justin was thin, so they were prominent, but not painfully so. The skin was soft and tender, and downright delicious as Brian kissed around the bone. Every time he got closer to Justin's groin, Justin would whimper but then would hold it back, releasing a hum instead. He knew Justin needed him, and Brian certainly intended on repaying him for all the teasing, but now, the blonde would just have to wait. Another thing about Justin's hips was that they were the perfect line to Justin's penis and that is exactly what Brian used them for. His face met the hard on and Brian kissed it lovingly before moving past it to his thighs,
"Uhhhhh," Justin moaned, "You just wait until it's your turn Mr. Kinney." Brian smirked, looking up at Justin who looked back down, smiling as well,
"I look forward to it, Mr. Kinney." Justin could have died happy then and there. He loved when Brian called him Mr. Kinney, it made him feel so… owned. In a good way, he belonged to Brian and Brian belonged to him. Brian grinned then kissed the inside of Justin's thigh, getting closer and closer to his groin but never touching the straining cock, which seemed to be trying to get to him. He moaned softly as the smell of Justin's groin hit him, it was well known and Brian loved that smell, it was musky and spicy and so…Justin. "Mmmmm," he hummed dragging his tongue from one thigh to the other, over the balls, still ignoring his husbands cock.
"Please, Brian," Justin whispered, and Brian paused, going back up to Justin's face. Justin looked at him, and Brian thought that maybe his new favorite look on Justin was this, the way he was looking at him as though he was the only thing in the world Justin wanted or needed.
"Not yet, Sunshine, I promise, soon," that seemed to be good enough and Justin swallowed hard and nodded, but moaned weakly as Brian went back to between his legs. But this time he stopped torturing Justin and moved down to Justin's ankles, kissing them both lightly, before maneuvering Justin to flip over. Justin mewled, desperately as his leaking cock met the satin sheets. Brian gently lifted Justin's hips and placed a pillow under his stomach so that the shaft didn't have friction. Then Brian, traced Justin's back with his fingertips, earning a shiver of anticipation from the blonde, who was clearly trying in vain to stay still. But he leaned into every touch Brian delivered, wanting more, but he never said it, never begged. Brian covered Justin's smooth, milky toned back with opened mouth kisses, Justin sighing in contentment with every warm sensation.
"You are so beautiful, Justin." Brian breathed, not remembering whether he said it aloud of not until Justin let out what seemed to be a mixture of a sob and a laugh. As Brian moved down to Justin's perfect ass, he knew not even he could go much longer without finally entering Justin's tight canal. "And you are all mine, forever." These words caused Justin to let out a long guttural moan at the possessive tone in Brian voice and the way his hands touched suddenly seemed to be much more forceful. Brian grinned devilishly, and moved back up between Justin's shoulder blades. And just like the first night he placed his tongue on the younger man's skin, and received a heavy pant in reward. He slowly traced Justin's spine to his crack, and using both hands he separated the cheeks. Justin gasped sharply at the act and moaned hungrily, ok, teasing was over, time to go to work. His tongue sharply stabbed into Justin's puckered hole and Justin let out a scream of surprise and pleasure. Brian loved the effect he still had on Justin, even after all these years. His tongue went in and out until Justin was humping the pillow like an inexperienced teenager, getting off any way he could, grunting in need. But when Brian spotted Justin's hand heading towards his practically purple cock, Brian flipped him over and shook his head, "Mine." He claimed and Justin arched his back in ecstasy, nearly howling in impatience. Brian had to agree, Justin had been quiet long enough, time to get those beautiful sounds to come out full force. But instead of giving him a hand job, Brian decided to do something he rarely did, and something he had never done to person other than Justin, and he started to move towards Justin's neglected groin when Justin gasped. Brian looked up to make sure he was all right,
"You don't have to do that," Justin whispered, knowing that it was still harder for Brian to be the more submissive partner.
"I know, I don't have to, but I do want to," Justin let out a quiet whine at the amount of love Brian was showing him, and he nodded in approval. Brian smiled softly and went back down to one of his favorite things about Justin, though that list seemed to get longer every second. He ran his tongue along the entire length, starting next to Justin's body and running all the way to the head. He sucked on the head and Justin cried out at the feeling, and Brian smiled up at Justin as Justin looked down and smiled back, just before he took as much of Justin into his mouth as he could. They were doing what they did best, worshiping, caring for, pleasuring, loving each other, nothing that could be bought or even created could match this. It wasn't something they exactly knew how they found it time after time, it was always there though, and there was no name, it passed love and passion, it passed connection and pleasure. Or maybe it was all those things, rolled into one, but it still had no name, no tangible thing to be called, but it was there and it was perfect.
It didn't take long for Justin's body grow rigid and shoot his load into Brian's willing and eager mouth.
"Delicious," he said as he swallowed and licked his lips, crawling back up Justin's limp body. Justin giggled weakly and leaned up, kissing him deeply, before falling back, his breathing hard but calm. Brian kissed on his chest and collar bone as he recovered, which only took a minute and then he sat up, grinning.
"Your turn, mister."
Three hours later Brian was once again suggestively rubbing Justin's back, but the younger man moaned, this time not in want, instead in exhaustion.
"Bri, I love and appreciate how much you want me, but please, I need to sleep, just an hour, I mean don't you think 4 times is enough, at least for now. We have the rest of lives to catch up on the past two months, we don't have to do it all tonight."
"But you've only fucked me once, one more time, please baby," Justin couldn't help but smirk at his "topping" husband, begging for Justin to top him again. Justin rolled over and was instantly assaulted with a beautiful, loving kiss. When Brian pulled away Justin was panting slightly and his cock was trying courageously to harden again, despite being completely drained. "Please, please," Brian pleaded, nuzzling Justin playfully and Justin melted into a big pile of husband that wanted nothing more than to comply. "Please." Brian began showering his face with quick light kisses,
"What has gotten into you? Where is Brian "Fucking" Kinney who has to be in just the right mood to let me top, I mean, twice in one month is rare, let alone twice in the same day." Justin claimed, but he didn't stop Brian as he continued to kiss him.
"Because…" Kiss, "You.." kiss, "Took care…" kiss, "Of…" kiss, "me…" Kiss, "And you…" kiss, "are" kiss, "sssssoooooo" kiss "good" kiss "at" kiss, "It." Brian stopped the kisses and gave his husband a small smile, "And I," Brian paused, and suddenly looked incredibly defenseless, maybe even more than he had in the coma. "I know I can trust you, and maybe I like it, just a little, and you know as well as I do that Brian "Fucking" Kinney turned into a big old domesticated husband," Justin smiled, Brian hadn't been bothered at all that he wasn't Brian "Fucking" Kinney anymore.
"I am good at it, aren't i?" Justin jested, kissing Brian tenderly and they meshed their legs and arms together, breathing the same air, their hearts beating the same rate and rhythm, and their thoughts both of the other. After a few minutes of making out, Justin calmly nudged Brian's hip to signal him to turn over and just as Brian was about to obey the sound of the doorbell stopped their exploits.
"Ignore it, just ignore it," Brian said, kissing Justin again, but Justin pulled away. "Who visits this time of night anyway?"
"It's only 3 in the afternoon, love, and we can't ignore it, you just got home from the hospital, if we don't answer they'll bust in thinking something's happened." Brian moaned and fell angrily flat on the bed, Justin chuckled and stood, pulling on a fresh pair of jeans, but didn't bother with a shirt. He glanced back, smiling beautifully, so happy in that moment, despite being interrupted, just to have Brian stretched out naked on their bed, safe and healed, it was as though nothing could hurt them now.
Justin went downstairs alone, knowing Brian would be right behind him once he stopped pouting. He peeked out the shade, but gasped in excitement and pulled the door open a moment later,
"POPS!" Gus yelled happily, throwing his arms around Justin's torso, squeezing him tightly.
"GUS!" Justin cried with as much joy and began spinning him around until Gus's feet were off the ground, but suddenly Justin stumbled and they fell to the floor, both laughing. "You might be getting a little too big for that, kiddo." Gus grinned and hugged Justin again, even from their awkward sitting position.
"You two remember that you saw each other yesterday, right?" Mel asked, entering as well, Lindsay and J.R. right behind her.
"Papa," J.R. squealed, joining the hug and grabbing Justin's neck, tightly.
"How are you doing, beautiful?" Justin wondered thoughtfully if anything could make this minute better.
"Why are all my favorite people on the floor?" Oh, that just did, Justin grinned up at a now dressed Brian.
"Daddy," Gus smiled and climbed quickly to his feet, jumping into Brian's open arms. Justin could see that Brian was having similar thoughts to that life was just about perfect. Justin got to his feet, the 6 year old brunette girl, in his arms, coming with him and staying in his arms, positioning herself on his hip. Even though J.R. wasn't related to Brian by blood, she still called Justin Papa, and Brian, Daddy Brian, Michael was just 'Daddy' and Ben was Daddy Ben. Though Justin would never in a million year say it aloud he loved that he had a different title. Lindsay kissed Justin's temple, and while she was near his ear whispered,
"We interrupted you two didn't we?"
"Of course," Justin smirked, "But its fine, this is fantastic too." Lindsay smiled and hugged a now free armed Brian tightly,
"Hey, Sunshine," Mel greeted him, smiling, pulling him into a half hug as it seemed J.R. had no intention of releasing Justin.
"You looked really tired, Pops, are you still not sleeping." Brian let out a snort and held out his arms to take J.R.
"You better get in your favorite uncle's arms you little punk," J.R. giggled and obeyed, pulling out of Justin's arms and into Brian's and kissing Brian on the cheek. Brian kissed her noisily back causing her to laugh again, all the adults grinned, all so happy to have Brian back. Justin looked down at Gus who was so much like his father that sometimes it surprised Justin.
"I'm fine, Gus, it's just been a long couple of months, but today has been the best in a long time." He sighed, enjoying that Gus was once again hugging him, he met Brian's eyes and they both shared a smile.
"I think that as scary as hate is, love is better." Justin looked down at the 10 year old once again, confused.
"What did you say, Sonny boy?" Brian asked,
"I told Pops when you first got hurt, that hate was scary." All the adults listened carefully, "And it is, but no matter how much hate is in the world, love is always going to win. Because even a little bit of love is stronger than a lot of hate." When they all stared in shock, Gus took that as them not understanding so he continued, "Dad and Pops were hurt with hate, and now here they are, still in love, still together, still happy, so love won, even if hate got in a good punch." Suddenly Justin lifted the boy in his arms, tears falling down his cheeks. He hugged Gus as tight as he could, even though Gus was tall and it was awkward, he held him close. He looked up to see Lindsay and Mel, holding each other, close, tears of their own falling, and even Brian looked misty eyed.
"When did you get so smart?" Justin asked, Gus pulled back, smirking,
"Well Brian Kinney is my Dad, guess it's just good genes." Justin laughed blissfully, spinning Gus around once before kissing his hair and putting him down. Brian beamed proudly and smugly, putting his chin in the air, causing Lindsay and J.R. to laugh.
"I think you may just be right, Gus," Justin agreed, Mel however snorted and Brian gave him his 'I'm going to pretend to be mad at you but I'm not really,' look. Justin grinned and decided that Gus was absolutely right, no matter what people said, no matter how many laws tried to deny them rights, no matter what happened physically, their love for each other, and their children, would win every time.
Ok so…that's that. Hope you liked it. Next chapter: the return of Joan, in a bad way. Please review!