The Perfidious Lover 1/?
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oh_ameliaTitle: Sorry is Bullshit
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hsbfc
Chapter: 1/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language, sex
Summary: Justin moves to Pittsburgh after ending a four year relationship. What happens when he meets Brian and his past and present collide?
Disclaimer: All QAF characters are property of Showtime and Cowlip
Justin sat on the couch and looked at the boxes that had been staring at him since Friday morning. He went to his office/studio to get some scissors before opening every single box that Derek had finally shipped to him. He didn’t want to think about Derek, but he couldn’t help but think of their last conversation and the event that lead up to it.
He decided to come home early one Friday afternoon. He was feeling uninspired and he hated everything that came out on the canvas. He went into the bedroom and the smell of sex was overpowering. He also noticed the messy bed and the condom wrappers littering the nightstand. Justin decided right then and there to leave his lover of 4 years.
He knew that Derek wasn’t monogamous, but he deluded himself into thinking he could live with it. After all, it was just sex, all about the release. It didn’t mean anything. An anonymous face, an anonymous location. That’s all it ever was. But now that Derek had brought a trick back to the apartment, he knew that it wasn’t anonymous anymore.
He quickly stripped the bed and put the sheets in the washer. He grabbed another set from the linen closet and started making the bed. He heard the shower stop. He could feel Derek’s presence behind him as soon as he entered the room.
“Fuck,” Derek said clad only in a towel around his waist. “Justin…”
Justin ignored him and continued to make the bed.
“Justin,” Derek repeated. He was ignored again. “Damn it, Justin! Will you stop acting like a fucking child and say something?”
That seemed to get his attention, but all he did was turn his head and give Derek a look that told him it would be best to shut the fuck up.
“Fine. I’ll be in the living room when you’re ready to talk,” Derek said as he grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt before leaving Justin alone in the bedroom.
After he finished with the bed he sat on the floor and started making phone calls.
The first call was to his mother. He asked if she could find him an apartment, preferably one with room for a studio, the sooner the better. Cost was not a factor. He told his mom that he would explain everything once he got to Pittsburgh.
The second call was to his lawyer, Tom Edwards. He asked what his options were in regards to the contract on the Deed to the apartment. He also had many questions about his options for the division of assets. After a lengthy discussion, Tom agreed to have the documents drawn up and send a courier over in the morning.
The third call was to a moving company. He asked if some boxes and packing tape could be sent over. He didn’t care how much it would cost, just as long as they would get there within the next hour.
His final call of the night was to his best friend, Nathan Echolls. He wasn’t home so Justin decided to leave a message on the machine. “Hey, Nate. It’s Justin. Just wanted to tell you that I’m moving to Pittsburgh. Don’t know when, but it’ll be soon. Call me, or I’ll call you. Later.” He knew that he would get shit for that later, but at the moment he didn’t care.
He picked himself up off the floor and headed to the living room. He saw Derek sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table and a beer in his hand.
“Finally ready to talk?” Derek asked, putting down the beer.
“Yes,” Justin answered, sitting in the chair adjacent to the couch. “I’m gonna talk and you’re gonna listen.”
Derek opened his mouth, as if to protest, but decided against it.
“I’m leaving. I’m moving out. I’ll let you know where after I’m settled so you can send me what I can’t take with me on the plane. Tom is sending over some documents in the morning. The apartment. You can either buy me out of my half or you can pay me $2000 a month for as long as you still live here. Also, you can’t sublet and/or sell without my consent. And if or when you do sell, I am entitled to half. The previous ‘rent’ I receive from you will not count against it. So, I would suggest that you not choose the latter. Our money. How ‘bout we say what’s yours is yours and what’s mine is mine. Sound good to you?” Justin finished as he leaned back in the chair.
“What makes you think that I’ll go along with this?”
“Because you fucked up. My art might sell well, but you still make three times as much as I do. Tom assured me that if you try and fight me on this, you will lose.”
“So you don’t even want to talk about what happened? You’re just giving up? Just like that?”
“There’s nothing here to give up on. You checked out of this relationship a long time ago. I was just stupid and chose to ignore it. After you sign the papers tomorrow, I’d appreciate it if you’d not be around when I am. I should be getting a call within the next week on an apartment,” Justin said as he got up and headed towards the kitchen.
“For what it is worth, I am sorry,” Derek said.
“Sorry for what, Derek? Sorry that it happened? Or sorry that I caught you here?” Justin asked with a raised brow. “Your sorry is bullshit, Derek.”
By Wednesday Justin’s mother called with news of an apartment. On Thursday, Justin finished boxing up his belongings. And on Friday, he was on a flight to Pittsburgh.
Justin was about to go through the last box when his phone rang.
“Hello,” Justin answered while looking at the box’s contents.
“Hey, Justin. What’s up?”
“Nate, how you been?” Justin asked while taking out art books and old sketchpads.
“Good. I think. So, did everything get to you in one piece?”
“Yeah, everything is fine. Derek might be an asshole, but he is a mature asshole.”
“Hey, I was in the gallery the other day and there was this woman looking for you. She said that she was from the Sidney Bloom Gallery and they wanted to feature your work in an upcoming show.”
“I don’t know, Nate. I’m not feeling very inspired at the moment. If I do anything, it’ll be a while.”
I get it, man. But it’s something to think about. Do you want her number just in case?”
“Nah. The gallery is here in Pittsburgh so I can just go in and talk with her. I might even head down there tomorrow just to get the ball rolling.”
“Okay. Talk to you later, man.”
“Later,” Justin said, hanging up the phone. In his hands was holding a sketchbook with “DEDICATED TO THE ONE I LOVE” written across the cover. Inside were various sketches of Derek during their first year together. Torn between wanting to burn it and wanting to keep it to remember that at one point they both were actually happy with each other, he decided to put it with the rest of his old sketchbooks in his studio.
CHAPTER TWO
Author:
hsbfc Chapter: 1/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language, sex
Summary: Justin moves to Pittsburgh after ending a four year relationship. What happens when he meets Brian and his past and present collide?
Disclaimer: All QAF characters are property of Showtime and Cowlip
Justin sat on the couch and looked at the boxes that had been staring at him since Friday morning. He went to his office/studio to get some scissors before opening every single box that Derek had finally shipped to him. He didn’t want to think about Derek, but he couldn’t help but think of their last conversation and the event that lead up to it.
He decided to come home early one Friday afternoon. He was feeling uninspired and he hated everything that came out on the canvas. He went into the bedroom and the smell of sex was overpowering. He also noticed the messy bed and the condom wrappers littering the nightstand. Justin decided right then and there to leave his lover of 4 years.
He knew that Derek wasn’t monogamous, but he deluded himself into thinking he could live with it. After all, it was just sex, all about the release. It didn’t mean anything. An anonymous face, an anonymous location. That’s all it ever was. But now that Derek had brought a trick back to the apartment, he knew that it wasn’t anonymous anymore.
He quickly stripped the bed and put the sheets in the washer. He grabbed another set from the linen closet and started making the bed. He heard the shower stop. He could feel Derek’s presence behind him as soon as he entered the room.
“Fuck,” Derek said clad only in a towel around his waist. “Justin…”
Justin ignored him and continued to make the bed.
“Justin,” Derek repeated. He was ignored again. “Damn it, Justin! Will you stop acting like a fucking child and say something?”
That seemed to get his attention, but all he did was turn his head and give Derek a look that told him it would be best to shut the fuck up.
“Fine. I’ll be in the living room when you’re ready to talk,” Derek said as he grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt before leaving Justin alone in the bedroom.
After he finished with the bed he sat on the floor and started making phone calls.
The first call was to his mother. He asked if she could find him an apartment, preferably one with room for a studio, the sooner the better. Cost was not a factor. He told his mom that he would explain everything once he got to Pittsburgh.
The second call was to his lawyer, Tom Edwards. He asked what his options were in regards to the contract on the Deed to the apartment. He also had many questions about his options for the division of assets. After a lengthy discussion, Tom agreed to have the documents drawn up and send a courier over in the morning.
The third call was to a moving company. He asked if some boxes and packing tape could be sent over. He didn’t care how much it would cost, just as long as they would get there within the next hour.
His final call of the night was to his best friend, Nathan Echolls. He wasn’t home so Justin decided to leave a message on the machine. “Hey, Nate. It’s Justin. Just wanted to tell you that I’m moving to Pittsburgh. Don’t know when, but it’ll be soon. Call me, or I’ll call you. Later.” He knew that he would get shit for that later, but at the moment he didn’t care.
He picked himself up off the floor and headed to the living room. He saw Derek sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table and a beer in his hand.
“Finally ready to talk?” Derek asked, putting down the beer.
“Yes,” Justin answered, sitting in the chair adjacent to the couch. “I’m gonna talk and you’re gonna listen.”
Derek opened his mouth, as if to protest, but decided against it.
“I’m leaving. I’m moving out. I’ll let you know where after I’m settled so you can send me what I can’t take with me on the plane. Tom is sending over some documents in the morning. The apartment. You can either buy me out of my half or you can pay me $2000 a month for as long as you still live here. Also, you can’t sublet and/or sell without my consent. And if or when you do sell, I am entitled to half. The previous ‘rent’ I receive from you will not count against it. So, I would suggest that you not choose the latter. Our money. How ‘bout we say what’s yours is yours and what’s mine is mine. Sound good to you?” Justin finished as he leaned back in the chair.
“What makes you think that I’ll go along with this?”
“Because you fucked up. My art might sell well, but you still make three times as much as I do. Tom assured me that if you try and fight me on this, you will lose.”
“So you don’t even want to talk about what happened? You’re just giving up? Just like that?”
“There’s nothing here to give up on. You checked out of this relationship a long time ago. I was just stupid and chose to ignore it. After you sign the papers tomorrow, I’d appreciate it if you’d not be around when I am. I should be getting a call within the next week on an apartment,” Justin said as he got up and headed towards the kitchen.
“For what it is worth, I am sorry,” Derek said.
“Sorry for what, Derek? Sorry that it happened? Or sorry that I caught you here?” Justin asked with a raised brow. “Your sorry is bullshit, Derek.”
By Wednesday Justin’s mother called with news of an apartment. On Thursday, Justin finished boxing up his belongings. And on Friday, he was on a flight to Pittsburgh.
Justin was about to go through the last box when his phone rang.
“Hello,” Justin answered while looking at the box’s contents.
“Hey, Justin. What’s up?”
“Nate, how you been?” Justin asked while taking out art books and old sketchpads.
“Good. I think. So, did everything get to you in one piece?”
“Yeah, everything is fine. Derek might be an asshole, but he is a mature asshole.”
“Hey, I was in the gallery the other day and there was this woman looking for you. She said that she was from the Sidney Bloom Gallery and they wanted to feature your work in an upcoming show.”
“I don’t know, Nate. I’m not feeling very inspired at the moment. If I do anything, it’ll be a while.”
I get it, man. But it’s something to think about. Do you want her number just in case?”
“Nah. The gallery is here in Pittsburgh so I can just go in and talk with her. I might even head down there tomorrow just to get the ball rolling.”
“Okay. Talk to you later, man.”
“Later,” Justin said, hanging up the phone. In his hands was holding a sketchbook with “DEDICATED TO THE ONE I LOVE” written across the cover. Inside were various sketches of Derek during their first year together. Torn between wanting to burn it and wanting to keep it to remember that at one point they both were actually happy with each other, he decided to put it with the rest of his old sketchbooks in his studio.
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