Makes Me Wonder
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oh_ameliaTitle: All These Things That I've Done
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hsbfc
Chapter: 8/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language, sex
Summary: Totally AU. Justin asks Brian for his help after Ethan won’t leave him alone. How far will Brian go to help the blond? And how far will Ethan go to make sure Justin is his?
Disclaimer: QUEER AS FOLK is property of COWLIP and SHOWTIME. I own nothing.
Author’s Notes: The title was inspired by Maroon 5’s song MAKES ME WONDER, but has nothing else to do with the song. And I want to say thanks to my wonderful betaelyxer. You rock! Without your encouragement I would not be writing. THANKS and I love ya!
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“What the fuck is he doing here?” Michael asked as he watched Brian drape his arms around Justin, and move his body against the blond’s. “This was supposed to be guy’s night out.”
“Justin is a guy,” Emmett said as he sipped his Cosmo. “And he is Brian’s boyfriend.”
“Stop saying that,” Michael said with a scowl. “He’s not his boyfriend. It’s impossible.”
“Not from the looks of it,” Ted said.
“I’m gonna get to the bottom of this,” Michael said as he turned to the bar and ordered another beer. “Something is going on, I can feel it.”
“Give it up, Michael,” Emmett sighed. “You just need to get over the fact that Brian is growing up and getting on with his life.”
“How can he get on with his life with some kid?” Michael asked exasperatedly, banging his fist on the bar. “More like he’s moving backwards so he can relive his youth.”
“Better not let him hear you say that,” Ted said before glancing at Emmett and sighing. He didn’t know if he was relieved or even more worried about what Michael would say as Brian and Justin approached the bar.
“Two waters,” Brian told the bartender. He handed one of the bottles to Justin and took a long drink from his own. He surveyed the crowd and a tall brunette caught his eye. He set his empty bottle on the bar announced, “Later, boys.”
Michael did nothing to hide his smirk as he turned around and watched Brian approach the trick and pull him into the backroom. He glanced at Justin and asked, “Not as special as we thought, now are we?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Justin asked as he handed his empty bottle to the bartender to throw away. He ordered another one, and drank down half of it.
“He’s already tired of you,” Michael informed him. “And I can’t say that I blame him. I don’t know what he saw in you in the first place.”
“Don’t listen to him, sweetie,” Emmett said as he glared at Michael and stood next to Justin. “But…doesn’t it bother you that he’s tricking right in front of you?”
“Not really,” Justin answered honestly. “It’s part of what makes him Brian. And I know that at the end of the night it will just be me and him,” he added, smirking at Michael.
“Dream on, blond boy.” Michael shook his head. “Brian always takes a trick back to the loft on Saturday nights. Tonight won’t be any different just because you’re there.”
“Do you ever shut up, Michael?” Justin asked. “Or do you just like hearing yourself talk?”
“I’m just telling you the truth,” Michael spat. “If you can’t handle it then maybe you should leave.”
“That’s great advice.” Justin said with a smile. “Maybe you should take it.”
“You little shit!” Michael clenched his fist at his side and his nostrils flared. He slammed his beer bottle on the bar and started to lunge at Justin.
“Okay,” Ted said as he grabbed Michael before he could make contact. “You need to cool off. Let’s go.” He dragged Michael onto the dance floor, giving Justin an apologetic look.
Moments later Brian appeared. “Hey.”
“How was he?” Justin asked.
“He was alright,” Brian answered.
“So, Justin, how are you enjoying your first trip to Babylon?” Emmett asked.
“It’s an experience,” Justin answered. “A little loud, but I think I like it here. It’s a great way to relieve stress.”
“Definitely,” Emmett agreed. “In fact, I think I’m going to relieve some stress with that man over there,” he said, pointing to a tall muscular blond.
Ted reappeared and sighed as he leaned against the bar.
“Got tired of getting turned down, Theodore?” Brian asked.
“Very funny, Bri,” Ted answered with a sarcastic chuckle.
“Where’d Michael go?”
“I don’t know.” Ted shrugged. “He said he’d had enough, and then took off.”
“I’ll call him tomorrow.” Brian sighed. “Ready to go back out there?” He took Justin’s hand in his and moved them to the middle of the dance floor.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Michael watched from the catwalk, a scowl on his face. His knuckles were white as he gripped the stair rail. Everything was going wrong tonight. Justin should have been history last week. Whatever Brian saw in the twink was a mystery to him. He had to do something to get rid of Justin.
By the time he saw Brian lead Justin towards the exit he knew what he had to do. He rushed out of the club and back to his apartment.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Brian woke up to an empty bed. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and noticed Justin sitting at the kitchen island. He pulled on a pair of jeans and made his way to join the blond.
“I made some coffee,” Justin said, not looking up from the list he was making.
“Hmm,” Brian said, not fully awake yet. He poured the hot coffee in a cup and scooped a few spoonfuls of sugar into it. The hot liquid felt good as it slid down his throat. “What are you doing?”
“Making a list of what we need to get,” Justin answered. He reached for the newspaper and before he could open it, a hand stopped him.
“No coupons.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t use coupons.”
“But I do,” Justin said, flipping through the different section until he came across the coupons.
“Well we don’t need them,” Brian said as he took the newspaper and tossed it on the table.
“Brian,” Justin said, crossing his arms on his chest.
“Justin,” Brian said, mimicking Justin’s movements.
“Fine.” Justin threw his hands up in defeat. “No coupons.”
Brian finished his coffee and washed the cup out in the sink before he headed to the shower.
Justin finished writing down what he needed, but he’d have to ask Brian what he wanted. He poured himself another cup of coffee, and by the time Brian came out of the bedroom, he had already cleaned everything up.
“Ready?” Brian asked as he grabbed his wallet and keys from the desk.
“Let’s go,” Justin said as he opened the door.
Brian punched in the code for the alarm and locked the door, trailing behind Justin as they made their way down to the Jeep.
About halfway to the store Brian’s cell rang. He looked at the caller ID before answering.
“Hey, Mikey.”
“Brian, where are you?” Michael asked. “I called the loft and all I got was the machine.”
“I’m on my way to the store to pick up some stuff for Gus,” Brian answered. “Why?”
“Oh, I just thought we could get brunch together. But if you’re busy with stuff for Gus, I guess it can wait. Maybe we can meet up at the diner later?”
“Sure. Later, Mikey.”
“Later, Brian.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He opened the loft door with his key and the beeping from the alarm seemed to pound in his ears. He quickly punched in the code, but in his haste he hit a wrong key.
“Fuck.” He made sure to put in the correct code and closed the door behind him before setting the large duffle bag on the floor. The ringing of the phone startled him, and he jumped back, hitting his elbow on the metal door.
“Shit!” He rubbed his elbow and made his way further into the loft. The place was nearly spotless except for a tattered messenger bag propped up on the white leather sofa. “I bet Brian doesn’t like that.”
As he walked up the stairs to the bedroom, his eyes focused on the torn condom wrappers on the nightstand. “Do they ever sleep or just fuck all the time?”
He shook his head and took a deep breath and headed to the closet. The cargos and hoodies looked out of place mixed in with Brian’s suits. The sneakers looked even stranger.
He continued into the bathroom. The shower walls still had flecks of water on them, and the towel rack was empty. Visions of Brian and Justin in the shower together flooded his mind.
He opened the refrigerator and saw cartons of take-out, beer, bottles of water, and poppers. It wasn’t too surprising. Brian ordered out nearly every night. He couldn’t live like that. He liked his meals cooked with love. His mom’s dishes were among his favorites. Just thinking about them made his mouth water. A call to his mom was in order when he got home, but now…he had work to do.
He pulled a pair of gloves from his jacket and put them on. They were tight, and he wished that they were broken in more. His fingers didn’t have much mobility, but that wasn’t really an issue for what he was going to do.
Brian had insurance, and would be fully covered. Everything could be replaced.
He started with the clothes, at first only taking Brian’s suits and shoes, but then decided that no self-respecting thief would leave anything behind if there were a chance to make some money. And he didn’t want anything to lead back to him. He finished stuffing all the suits in the bag and crammed all of Justin’s in next.
“Jackpot,” he said when he found the suit bag at the end of the closet. “Of course he has one.” He opened it and discovered two more suits in it. He dragged the bags in the kitchen and sighed with frustration.
“Why the fuck does he have so many fucking small appliances? It’s not like he ever uses them,” he said as he pulled a Philippe Stark juicer off the counter. He debated taking the set of knives, but he couldn’t find anything to secure them in. He threw them into the bag, and prayed that they wouldn’t cut through anything. “I should have brought a bigger fucking bag,” he muttered as he hurriedly filled the bag.
Brian didn’t have many DVDs or CDs, so they didn’t take up too much room. The books made the bag even heavier and he knew he was going to have to take it down to the car before he continued.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“No,” Brian said as he put back the container of Apple Juice back on the shelf.
“Why not?” Justin asked, for what seemed like the thousandth time that morning.
“Because it’s full of sugar,” Brian answered.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“The juice isn’t just for me,” Brian explained. “It’s for Gus, too. And I don’t want his teeth rotting out.”
“Alright,” Justin conceded. “So then what are we going to get?”
“Guava juice.” Brian pulled a container off the shelf and put it in the cart.
“You expect Gus to drink that?”
“No,” Brian answered as he pulled the cart down the isle.
“Where are you going?” Justin asked as he leaned on the handle, letting Brian lead.
“I just got a new juicer,” Brian said, stopping in front of a display of apples. “It would be easier to get Gus to drink the juice if he got to help make it.”
“That makes sense,” Justin agreed.
“Of course it does.” Brian slung his arm around Justin, and as they made their way to the check out they ran into Lindsay, Melanie, and Gus.
“Watch where you’re going, asshole,” Melanie said as she came to a halt, barely missing hitting Brian and Justin’s cart.
“Melanie,” Lindsay warned. She’d had many conversations with her wife about watching how she spoke in front of Gus. Especially about Brian. “Brian, what are you doing here? This is about the last place I’d expect to see you.”
“Just getting some groceries,” Brian answered.
“Daddy!” Gus let go of Lindsay’s hand and flung himself into his father’s arms.
“Hey, Sonny Boy,” Brian greeted his son and picked in up.
“Who’s that?” Gus asked, pointing to Justin and burying his face in his father’s neck.
“This is Justin,” Brian answered.
“Hey, Gus.” Justin smiled at the shy little boy
“Is he your boyfriend, Daddy?” Gus whispered loudly in Brian’s ear.
“Sweetie,” Melanie interrupted before Brian could answer. “We really need to go. You don’t want your ice cream to melt do you?”
Gus wiggled out of his father’s arms and hurried to Melanie’s side. “No, Mama. The ice cream can’t melt. Then I can’t eat it.”
“Then we should hurry,” Melanie said in an excited voice. “Say good-bye, Gus.”
Justin looked in Melanie’s cart and noticed that it didn’t even have any frozen items in it yet. He scoffed lightly and bit his lip. There was so much he wanted to say, but he knew that with Gus present it wouldn’t be appropriate.
“Bitch,” Brian mouthed to Melanie as she passed by. “Later, Gus,” he said with a smile as he ruffled his son’s hair.
“C’mon,” Justin said. “Let’s go.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He wiped the sweat from his brow as he slammed the trunk of the car closed. It didn’t take as long as he thought it would, but that might be due the fact that he had dropped the television before even making it out of the loft. It was too heavy, and he knew he couldn’t call for help, but he had to try. Thankfully, the computer was easier.
He took a deep breath and looked at himself in the rearview mirror. It wasn’t that he wanted to do this. He needed to. And he wasn’t going to feel bad about it. He couldn’t.
He started the car and punched the gas. It wasn’t even 30 seconds after he turned the corner, that Brian and Justin pulled up in front of the building.
Chapter 7 | Chapter 9
Author:
hsbfcChapter: 8/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language, sex
Summary: Totally AU. Justin asks Brian for his help after Ethan won’t leave him alone. How far will Brian go to help the blond? And how far will Ethan go to make sure Justin is his?
Disclaimer: QUEER AS FOLK is property of COWLIP and SHOWTIME. I own nothing.
Author’s Notes: The title was inspired by Maroon 5’s song MAKES ME WONDER, but has nothing else to do with the song. And I want to say thanks to my wonderful beta
elyxer. You rock! Without your encouragement I would not be writing. THANKS and I love ya! PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Michael asked as he watched Brian drape his arms around Justin, and move his body against the blond’s. “This was supposed to be guy’s night out.”
“Justin is a guy,” Emmett said as he sipped his Cosmo. “And he is Brian’s boyfriend.”
“Stop saying that,” Michael said with a scowl. “He’s not his boyfriend. It’s impossible.”
“Not from the looks of it,” Ted said.
“I’m gonna get to the bottom of this,” Michael said as he turned to the bar and ordered another beer. “Something is going on, I can feel it.”
“Give it up, Michael,” Emmett sighed. “You just need to get over the fact that Brian is growing up and getting on with his life.”
“How can he get on with his life with some kid?” Michael asked exasperatedly, banging his fist on the bar. “More like he’s moving backwards so he can relive his youth.”
“Better not let him hear you say that,” Ted said before glancing at Emmett and sighing. He didn’t know if he was relieved or even more worried about what Michael would say as Brian and Justin approached the bar.
“Two waters,” Brian told the bartender. He handed one of the bottles to Justin and took a long drink from his own. He surveyed the crowd and a tall brunette caught his eye. He set his empty bottle on the bar announced, “Later, boys.”
Michael did nothing to hide his smirk as he turned around and watched Brian approach the trick and pull him into the backroom. He glanced at Justin and asked, “Not as special as we thought, now are we?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Justin asked as he handed his empty bottle to the bartender to throw away. He ordered another one, and drank down half of it.
“He’s already tired of you,” Michael informed him. “And I can’t say that I blame him. I don’t know what he saw in you in the first place.”
“Don’t listen to him, sweetie,” Emmett said as he glared at Michael and stood next to Justin. “But…doesn’t it bother you that he’s tricking right in front of you?”
“Not really,” Justin answered honestly. “It’s part of what makes him Brian. And I know that at the end of the night it will just be me and him,” he added, smirking at Michael.
“Dream on, blond boy.” Michael shook his head. “Brian always takes a trick back to the loft on Saturday nights. Tonight won’t be any different just because you’re there.”
“Do you ever shut up, Michael?” Justin asked. “Or do you just like hearing yourself talk?”
“I’m just telling you the truth,” Michael spat. “If you can’t handle it then maybe you should leave.”
“That’s great advice.” Justin said with a smile. “Maybe you should take it.”
“You little shit!” Michael clenched his fist at his side and his nostrils flared. He slammed his beer bottle on the bar and started to lunge at Justin.
“Okay,” Ted said as he grabbed Michael before he could make contact. “You need to cool off. Let’s go.” He dragged Michael onto the dance floor, giving Justin an apologetic look.
Moments later Brian appeared. “Hey.”
“How was he?” Justin asked.
“He was alright,” Brian answered.
“So, Justin, how are you enjoying your first trip to Babylon?” Emmett asked.
“It’s an experience,” Justin answered. “A little loud, but I think I like it here. It’s a great way to relieve stress.”
“Definitely,” Emmett agreed. “In fact, I think I’m going to relieve some stress with that man over there,” he said, pointing to a tall muscular blond.
Ted reappeared and sighed as he leaned against the bar.
“Got tired of getting turned down, Theodore?” Brian asked.
“Very funny, Bri,” Ted answered with a sarcastic chuckle.
“Where’d Michael go?”
“I don’t know.” Ted shrugged. “He said he’d had enough, and then took off.”
“I’ll call him tomorrow.” Brian sighed. “Ready to go back out there?” He took Justin’s hand in his and moved them to the middle of the dance floor.
Michael watched from the catwalk, a scowl on his face. His knuckles were white as he gripped the stair rail. Everything was going wrong tonight. Justin should have been history last week. Whatever Brian saw in the twink was a mystery to him. He had to do something to get rid of Justin.
By the time he saw Brian lead Justin towards the exit he knew what he had to do. He rushed out of the club and back to his apartment.
Brian woke up to an empty bed. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and noticed Justin sitting at the kitchen island. He pulled on a pair of jeans and made his way to join the blond.
“I made some coffee,” Justin said, not looking up from the list he was making.
“Hmm,” Brian said, not fully awake yet. He poured the hot coffee in a cup and scooped a few spoonfuls of sugar into it. The hot liquid felt good as it slid down his throat. “What are you doing?”
“Making a list of what we need to get,” Justin answered. He reached for the newspaper and before he could open it, a hand stopped him.
“No coupons.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t use coupons.”
“But I do,” Justin said, flipping through the different section until he came across the coupons.
“Well we don’t need them,” Brian said as he took the newspaper and tossed it on the table.
“Brian,” Justin said, crossing his arms on his chest.
“Justin,” Brian said, mimicking Justin’s movements.
“Fine.” Justin threw his hands up in defeat. “No coupons.”
Brian finished his coffee and washed the cup out in the sink before he headed to the shower.
Justin finished writing down what he needed, but he’d have to ask Brian what he wanted. He poured himself another cup of coffee, and by the time Brian came out of the bedroom, he had already cleaned everything up.
“Ready?” Brian asked as he grabbed his wallet and keys from the desk.
“Let’s go,” Justin said as he opened the door.
Brian punched in the code for the alarm and locked the door, trailing behind Justin as they made their way down to the Jeep.
About halfway to the store Brian’s cell rang. He looked at the caller ID before answering.
“Hey, Mikey.”
“Brian, where are you?” Michael asked. “I called the loft and all I got was the machine.”
“I’m on my way to the store to pick up some stuff for Gus,” Brian answered. “Why?”
“Oh, I just thought we could get brunch together. But if you’re busy with stuff for Gus, I guess it can wait. Maybe we can meet up at the diner later?”
“Sure. Later, Mikey.”
“Later, Brian.”
He opened the loft door with his key and the beeping from the alarm seemed to pound in his ears. He quickly punched in the code, but in his haste he hit a wrong key.
“Fuck.” He made sure to put in the correct code and closed the door behind him before setting the large duffle bag on the floor. The ringing of the phone startled him, and he jumped back, hitting his elbow on the metal door.
“Shit!” He rubbed his elbow and made his way further into the loft. The place was nearly spotless except for a tattered messenger bag propped up on the white leather sofa. “I bet Brian doesn’t like that.”
As he walked up the stairs to the bedroom, his eyes focused on the torn condom wrappers on the nightstand. “Do they ever sleep or just fuck all the time?”
He shook his head and took a deep breath and headed to the closet. The cargos and hoodies looked out of place mixed in with Brian’s suits. The sneakers looked even stranger.
He continued into the bathroom. The shower walls still had flecks of water on them, and the towel rack was empty. Visions of Brian and Justin in the shower together flooded his mind.
He opened the refrigerator and saw cartons of take-out, beer, bottles of water, and poppers. It wasn’t too surprising. Brian ordered out nearly every night. He couldn’t live like that. He liked his meals cooked with love. His mom’s dishes were among his favorites. Just thinking about them made his mouth water. A call to his mom was in order when he got home, but now…he had work to do.
He pulled a pair of gloves from his jacket and put them on. They were tight, and he wished that they were broken in more. His fingers didn’t have much mobility, but that wasn’t really an issue for what he was going to do.
Brian had insurance, and would be fully covered. Everything could be replaced.
He started with the clothes, at first only taking Brian’s suits and shoes, but then decided that no self-respecting thief would leave anything behind if there were a chance to make some money. And he didn’t want anything to lead back to him. He finished stuffing all the suits in the bag and crammed all of Justin’s in next.
“Jackpot,” he said when he found the suit bag at the end of the closet. “Of course he has one.” He opened it and discovered two more suits in it. He dragged the bags in the kitchen and sighed with frustration.
“Why the fuck does he have so many fucking small appliances? It’s not like he ever uses them,” he said as he pulled a Philippe Stark juicer off the counter. He debated taking the set of knives, but he couldn’t find anything to secure them in. He threw them into the bag, and prayed that they wouldn’t cut through anything. “I should have brought a bigger fucking bag,” he muttered as he hurriedly filled the bag.
Brian didn’t have many DVDs or CDs, so they didn’t take up too much room. The books made the bag even heavier and he knew he was going to have to take it down to the car before he continued.
“No,” Brian said as he put back the container of Apple Juice back on the shelf.
“Why not?” Justin asked, for what seemed like the thousandth time that morning.
“Because it’s full of sugar,” Brian answered.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“The juice isn’t just for me,” Brian explained. “It’s for Gus, too. And I don’t want his teeth rotting out.”
“Alright,” Justin conceded. “So then what are we going to get?”
“Guava juice.” Brian pulled a container off the shelf and put it in the cart.
“You expect Gus to drink that?”
“No,” Brian answered as he pulled the cart down the isle.
“Where are you going?” Justin asked as he leaned on the handle, letting Brian lead.
“I just got a new juicer,” Brian said, stopping in front of a display of apples. “It would be easier to get Gus to drink the juice if he got to help make it.”
“That makes sense,” Justin agreed.
“Of course it does.” Brian slung his arm around Justin, and as they made their way to the check out they ran into Lindsay, Melanie, and Gus.
“Watch where you’re going, asshole,” Melanie said as she came to a halt, barely missing hitting Brian and Justin’s cart.
“Melanie,” Lindsay warned. She’d had many conversations with her wife about watching how she spoke in front of Gus. Especially about Brian. “Brian, what are you doing here? This is about the last place I’d expect to see you.”
“Just getting some groceries,” Brian answered.
“Daddy!” Gus let go of Lindsay’s hand and flung himself into his father’s arms.
“Hey, Sonny Boy,” Brian greeted his son and picked in up.
“Who’s that?” Gus asked, pointing to Justin and burying his face in his father’s neck.
“This is Justin,” Brian answered.
“Hey, Gus.” Justin smiled at the shy little boy
“Is he your boyfriend, Daddy?” Gus whispered loudly in Brian’s ear.
“Sweetie,” Melanie interrupted before Brian could answer. “We really need to go. You don’t want your ice cream to melt do you?”
Gus wiggled out of his father’s arms and hurried to Melanie’s side. “No, Mama. The ice cream can’t melt. Then I can’t eat it.”
“Then we should hurry,” Melanie said in an excited voice. “Say good-bye, Gus.”
Justin looked in Melanie’s cart and noticed that it didn’t even have any frozen items in it yet. He scoffed lightly and bit his lip. There was so much he wanted to say, but he knew that with Gus present it wouldn’t be appropriate.
“Bitch,” Brian mouthed to Melanie as she passed by. “Later, Gus,” he said with a smile as he ruffled his son’s hair.
“C’mon,” Justin said. “Let’s go.”
He wiped the sweat from his brow as he slammed the trunk of the car closed. It didn’t take as long as he thought it would, but that might be due the fact that he had dropped the television before even making it out of the loft. It was too heavy, and he knew he couldn’t call for help, but he had to try. Thankfully, the computer was easier.
He took a deep breath and looked at himself in the rearview mirror. It wasn’t that he wanted to do this. He needed to. And he wasn’t going to feel bad about it. He couldn’t.
He started the car and punched the gas. It wasn’t even 30 seconds after he turned the corner, that Brian and Justin pulled up in front of the building.
