Makes Me Wonder
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oh_ameliaTitle: It's The Thought That Counts...Right?
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hsbfc
Chapter: 11/?
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! Sorry this is such a short chapter. I'll try to post again soon.
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Brian spent the better part of his morning on the phone with his insurance company. He promised to fax all the necessary information by the end of the day, and they promised to try and have a check to him by the end of the week.
“Thank you, Kelsey. I hope to hear from you soon,” he said, hanging up the phone just as Cynthia poked her head in his office.
“Brian, Michael is here to see you.”
“Send him in,” he told her as he straightened up his desk.
Michael walked through the door seconds later, and sat down in front of Brian’s desk. He sighed heavily and slouched in the seat.
“Hey, Mikey.”
“I have a date,” he said suddenly.
“That’s great,” Brian said, leaning back in his chair.
“I don’t have anything to wear, though.” Michael sighed and pushed himself upright. “He’s taking me to Papagano’s.”
“Nice.” Brian nodded his head. He’d taken a few clients there for lunch before.
“I’ve never been to Papagano’s. I didn’t even know what Papagano’s was! I asked Ted about it, and it doesn’t really seem like my type of place.”
“Did you tell him that?”
“No.” Michael shook his head.
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because, when he called, he was so excited. I didn’t want to disappoint him before we even went out on our first date.”
“So who is he?”
“Dr. David Cameron,” Michael answered. “He’s a chiropractor.”
“Ah. Mikey snagged himself a doctor.”
“Yeah, well he’s kinda old, though,” Michael grumbled.
“Like how old?” Brian raised his eyebrow.
“I don’t know. Mid 40’s, if I had to guess. I don’t even know why I said yes. He’s not even that attractive.”
“Then cancel,” Brian told him. He took out the cigarettes he kept stashed in his desk and lit one. If he had to listen to Michael, he was going to need some help.
“I can’t do that.” Michael shook his head. “We’re supposed to go out tomorrow.”
“And…” Brian shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t see the problem.
“You can’t cancel on someone the day before. It’s just rude,” Michael said. “I know you’d never do that to a client, and you wouldn’t like it if a client canceled last minute.”
“That’s different, Mikey. Mine is business, yours isn’t,” Brian reasoned.
“If only I had something to wear.” Michael slumped back in the seat. “I don’t have anything!”
There was a knock on the door, and it slowly opened.
“Bri,” Ted said, entering the office with a handful of folders. He acknowledged Michael with a nod and a silent ‘hey’. “I have those forms you need to sign.”
“Fantastic.”
“Did you want to go over them now?” Ted asked as he glanced between Brian and Michael. “Or would you rather wait until later?”
“Now, Theodore,” Brian answered as he stubbed out his cigarette and gathered the files on his desk. “You can set everything up in the conference room.”
“Will do, boss,” Ted said.
“Tell you what,” Brian said, turning his attention back to Michael. “Why don’t you come by the loft before your date? Bring some clothes. I’ll help you pick something out. I’m sure there’s something I can make half way presentable. “
“Really?” Relief flooded Michael’s face. “That’d be great. You’re the best, Brian.”
“Of course. And if all else fails, you can always fuck the waiter.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Now remember what I told you,” Ethan said, licking the small envelope and spraying it with his cologne. He coughed and waved his hand, trying to dissipate the smell. “These have to go to Justin. If Kinney comes to the door, don’t let him have them. They have to go to Justin.”
“I know,” the guy said. “I got it the first time you told me. And the 10 times after that.”
“Luke,” Ethan said, grabbing his arm. “I could have found someone else to do this for me, but I didn’t. I chose you. So try acting a little more grateful.”
“Alright, alright. Just give me the damn flowers.”
Ethan reached in the backseat and handed Luke the red roses. “Here, and be careful with them.”
“They look like they’re dying. How old are these?” Luke examined the roses and wondered why Ethan would give them to someone he claimed he was in love with.
“They’re fine, “Ethan snapped. “It’s the thought that counts. The love that goes into the gift is all that matters.”
“Whatever.” Luke shook his head and got out of the car. “I’ll find my own way home,” he said, slamming the door. He didn’t want to be stuck in the car with Ethan for longer than he had to.
Ethan moved his car around the building, turned off the engine and overhead light, and reclined his seat. He rubbed his hands together to warm them up, and ignored the fact that he could see his breath whenever he breathed. From the angle he was at, he was still able to see the front entrance, and shadows and movements in the loft. Nothing could convince him to move.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“What?” Brian barked into the intercom.
“Delivery,” the voice said.
“About fucking time,” Brian said as he released the door downstairs. “I only ordered a fucking hour ago.”
“Relax, Brian,” Justin said from the sofa. “It's dark and it's snowing harder. So it took them a little longer.”
“Yeah, but a fucking hour?” Brian asked as he opened the door and waited for the delivery boy to make his way up to the loft.
“Who the fuck are you?” He asked when he saw a kid with a bouquet of wilting red roses.
“Delivery for Justin Taylor, sir.”
Justin made his way to the door, but stopped when he saw what the other guy was holding. “Who are they from?” He knew, but he wanted to know if the kid would tell him anything.
“I don’t know, dude. I don’t take the orders, I just deliver them.” The kid shrugged. “There’s a card if you want to find out.”
“I know,” Justin said, covering his nose. The flowers were already starting to bother him. “I can see it from here.”
“I did have specific instructions that these were only to be delivered to Justin and no one else.”
“No thanks,” Justin said, shaking his head. “You can take them back to whoever gave them to you.”
“But the shop doesn’t take returns. And for anything not delivered, it comes out of my paycheck,” the kid lied.
“Where’s your clipboard?” Brian asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway.
“C-clipboard?”
“You must have something we can sign to confirm delivery,” Brian said. “Just let Justin sign it, and then you can do whatever the fuck you want to with the flowers. Your boss will be none the wiser.”
“Or,” Justin said. “You can just tell Ethan I said no thank you and leave me the fuck alone.”
“How did you…?”
“Please,” Justin scoffed. “How stupid does he think I am?”
“I don’t know,” the guy said slowly. “So you don’t want them?”
“Not unless I want to stop breathing,” Justin said.
“So what am I supposed to do with them?”
“Give them back to Ethan,” Justin suggested. “Or your boyfriend. Whoever. I don’t fucking care. Not my problem.”
“Alright,” the guy said as he made his way down the stairs. He pushed open the door and found the nearest trashcan, stuffing the roses inside. “Damn thorns.” The least Ethan could have done was cut the thorns off, he thought, as he sucked the dot of blood from his finger. If he had a boyfriend, he certainly wouldn’t give him those. He ran to the bus stop and was relieved when he saw one pulling up.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ethan watched Luke from his car. His hands grasped the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles were turning white. He couldn’t believe the nerve of the little shit. If he wanted something done, he was obviously going to have to do it himself.
The next morning Ethan waited outside Justin’s class. He kept looking at his watch, hoping he could will the time to go faster. It didn’t work. He still had to find Luke and get his money back. There was no way he was going to let the asshole keep it after what he pulled.
When the door finally opened, he picked up his violin case and looked for Justin, spotting him immediately.
“Justin,” he said as he fell into step next to the blond. “How are you?”
“What are you doing here, Ethan?” Justin asked, irritated that his day was getting off to a bad start.
“I have something for you,” Ethan said, pulling a CD from his coat pocket. “It’s what I’ll be playing at my concert this weekend. Since you will be unable to attend, I thought I’d give you this.”
“I don’t like classical music,” Justin said. At least not any by you, he wanted to say.
“Did you like the roses I sent?” Ethan asked. Even though he knew the answer, he didn’t want to say anything to arouse suspicion.
“Yes, Ethan, I loved them,” Justin answered, a fake smile on his lips.
“You did?” Ethan asked, full of hope, even though he knew they had ended up in the garbage.
“Yeah.” Justin nodded. “I love not being able to breathe,” he said sarcastically.
“What? What are you talking about?”
“I have fucking allergies, Ethan,” Justin said as he sped up. “Surprised you don’t know that. You know, with the way you’ve been following me every-fucking-where I go.”
“Justin, I’m sorry. I had no idea. What can I do? Please, tell me, I’ll do anything! I’m here for you.”
“Just leave me the hell alone, Ethan,” Justin said. “Leave me alone.”
“Anything but that, Justin! Anything! Please!” He called out to Justin as the blond started to walk faster. “I love you, Justin! Please don’t walk way! I love you!”
He ignored the stares he was getting and clutched the violin case even closer to his chest. They could look at him all they wanted, he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was making Justin his.
Chapter 10 | Chapter 12
Author:
hsbfcChapter: 11/?
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! Sorry this is such a short chapter. I'll try to post again soon. PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10
Brian spent the better part of his morning on the phone with his insurance company. He promised to fax all the necessary information by the end of the day, and they promised to try and have a check to him by the end of the week.
“Thank you, Kelsey. I hope to hear from you soon,” he said, hanging up the phone just as Cynthia poked her head in his office.
“Brian, Michael is here to see you.”
“Send him in,” he told her as he straightened up his desk.
Michael walked through the door seconds later, and sat down in front of Brian’s desk. He sighed heavily and slouched in the seat.
“Hey, Mikey.”
“I have a date,” he said suddenly.
“That’s great,” Brian said, leaning back in his chair.
“I don’t have anything to wear, though.” Michael sighed and pushed himself upright. “He’s taking me to Papagano’s.”
“Nice.” Brian nodded his head. He’d taken a few clients there for lunch before.
“I’ve never been to Papagano’s. I didn’t even know what Papagano’s was! I asked Ted about it, and it doesn’t really seem like my type of place.”
“Did you tell him that?”
“No.” Michael shook his head.
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because, when he called, he was so excited. I didn’t want to disappoint him before we even went out on our first date.”
“So who is he?”
“Dr. David Cameron,” Michael answered. “He’s a chiropractor.”
“Ah. Mikey snagged himself a doctor.”
“Yeah, well he’s kinda old, though,” Michael grumbled.
“Like how old?” Brian raised his eyebrow.
“I don’t know. Mid 40’s, if I had to guess. I don’t even know why I said yes. He’s not even that attractive.”
“Then cancel,” Brian told him. He took out the cigarettes he kept stashed in his desk and lit one. If he had to listen to Michael, he was going to need some help.
“I can’t do that.” Michael shook his head. “We’re supposed to go out tomorrow.”
“And…” Brian shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t see the problem.
“You can’t cancel on someone the day before. It’s just rude,” Michael said. “I know you’d never do that to a client, and you wouldn’t like it if a client canceled last minute.”
“That’s different, Mikey. Mine is business, yours isn’t,” Brian reasoned.
“If only I had something to wear.” Michael slumped back in the seat. “I don’t have anything!”
There was a knock on the door, and it slowly opened.
“Bri,” Ted said, entering the office with a handful of folders. He acknowledged Michael with a nod and a silent ‘hey’. “I have those forms you need to sign.”
“Fantastic.”
“Did you want to go over them now?” Ted asked as he glanced between Brian and Michael. “Or would you rather wait until later?”
“Now, Theodore,” Brian answered as he stubbed out his cigarette and gathered the files on his desk. “You can set everything up in the conference room.”
“Will do, boss,” Ted said.
“Tell you what,” Brian said, turning his attention back to Michael. “Why don’t you come by the loft before your date? Bring some clothes. I’ll help you pick something out. I’m sure there’s something I can make half way presentable. “
“Really?” Relief flooded Michael’s face. “That’d be great. You’re the best, Brian.”
“Of course. And if all else fails, you can always fuck the waiter.”
“Now remember what I told you,” Ethan said, licking the small envelope and spraying it with his cologne. He coughed and waved his hand, trying to dissipate the smell. “These have to go to Justin. If Kinney comes to the door, don’t let him have them. They have to go to Justin.”
“I know,” the guy said. “I got it the first time you told me. And the 10 times after that.”
“Luke,” Ethan said, grabbing his arm. “I could have found someone else to do this for me, but I didn’t. I chose you. So try acting a little more grateful.”
“Alright, alright. Just give me the damn flowers.”
Ethan reached in the backseat and handed Luke the red roses. “Here, and be careful with them.”
“They look like they’re dying. How old are these?” Luke examined the roses and wondered why Ethan would give them to someone he claimed he was in love with.
“They’re fine, “Ethan snapped. “It’s the thought that counts. The love that goes into the gift is all that matters.”
“Whatever.” Luke shook his head and got out of the car. “I’ll find my own way home,” he said, slamming the door. He didn’t want to be stuck in the car with Ethan for longer than he had to.
Ethan moved his car around the building, turned off the engine and overhead light, and reclined his seat. He rubbed his hands together to warm them up, and ignored the fact that he could see his breath whenever he breathed. From the angle he was at, he was still able to see the front entrance, and shadows and movements in the loft. Nothing could convince him to move.
“What?” Brian barked into the intercom.
“Delivery,” the voice said.
“About fucking time,” Brian said as he released the door downstairs. “I only ordered a fucking hour ago.”
“Relax, Brian,” Justin said from the sofa. “It's dark and it's snowing harder. So it took them a little longer.”
“Yeah, but a fucking hour?” Brian asked as he opened the door and waited for the delivery boy to make his way up to the loft.
“Who the fuck are you?” He asked when he saw a kid with a bouquet of wilting red roses.
“Delivery for Justin Taylor, sir.”
Justin made his way to the door, but stopped when he saw what the other guy was holding. “Who are they from?” He knew, but he wanted to know if the kid would tell him anything.
“I don’t know, dude. I don’t take the orders, I just deliver them.” The kid shrugged. “There’s a card if you want to find out.”
“I know,” Justin said, covering his nose. The flowers were already starting to bother him. “I can see it from here.”
“I did have specific instructions that these were only to be delivered to Justin and no one else.”
“No thanks,” Justin said, shaking his head. “You can take them back to whoever gave them to you.”
“But the shop doesn’t take returns. And for anything not delivered, it comes out of my paycheck,” the kid lied.
“Where’s your clipboard?” Brian asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway.
“C-clipboard?”
“You must have something we can sign to confirm delivery,” Brian said. “Just let Justin sign it, and then you can do whatever the fuck you want to with the flowers. Your boss will be none the wiser.”
“Or,” Justin said. “You can just tell Ethan I said no thank you and leave me the fuck alone.”
“How did you…?”
“Please,” Justin scoffed. “How stupid does he think I am?”
“I don’t know,” the guy said slowly. “So you don’t want them?”
“Not unless I want to stop breathing,” Justin said.
“So what am I supposed to do with them?”
“Give them back to Ethan,” Justin suggested. “Or your boyfriend. Whoever. I don’t fucking care. Not my problem.”
“Alright,” the guy said as he made his way down the stairs. He pushed open the door and found the nearest trashcan, stuffing the roses inside. “Damn thorns.” The least Ethan could have done was cut the thorns off, he thought, as he sucked the dot of blood from his finger. If he had a boyfriend, he certainly wouldn’t give him those. He ran to the bus stop and was relieved when he saw one pulling up.
Ethan watched Luke from his car. His hands grasped the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles were turning white. He couldn’t believe the nerve of the little shit. If he wanted something done, he was obviously going to have to do it himself.
The next morning Ethan waited outside Justin’s class. He kept looking at his watch, hoping he could will the time to go faster. It didn’t work. He still had to find Luke and get his money back. There was no way he was going to let the asshole keep it after what he pulled.
When the door finally opened, he picked up his violin case and looked for Justin, spotting him immediately.
“Justin,” he said as he fell into step next to the blond. “How are you?”
“What are you doing here, Ethan?” Justin asked, irritated that his day was getting off to a bad start.
“I have something for you,” Ethan said, pulling a CD from his coat pocket. “It’s what I’ll be playing at my concert this weekend. Since you will be unable to attend, I thought I’d give you this.”
“I don’t like classical music,” Justin said. At least not any by you, he wanted to say.
“Did you like the roses I sent?” Ethan asked. Even though he knew the answer, he didn’t want to say anything to arouse suspicion.
“Yes, Ethan, I loved them,” Justin answered, a fake smile on his lips.
“You did?” Ethan asked, full of hope, even though he knew they had ended up in the garbage.
“Yeah.” Justin nodded. “I love not being able to breathe,” he said sarcastically.
“What? What are you talking about?”
“I have fucking allergies, Ethan,” Justin said as he sped up. “Surprised you don’t know that. You know, with the way you’ve been following me every-fucking-where I go.”
“Justin, I’m sorry. I had no idea. What can I do? Please, tell me, I’ll do anything! I’m here for you.”
“Just leave me the hell alone, Ethan,” Justin said. “Leave me alone.”
“Anything but that, Justin! Anything! Please!” He called out to Justin as the blond started to walk faster. “I love you, Justin! Please don’t walk way! I love you!”
He ignored the stares he was getting and clutched the violin case even closer to his chest. They could look at him all they wanted, he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was making Justin his.
