Makes Me Wonder
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oh_ameliaTitle: Catching Up
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hsbfc
Chapter: 15/?
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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Michael woke up early the next morning and quickly made his way to Ethan’s apartment. He needed to have a word with the boy, and it took him until now to calm down enough. He hated coming to see Ethan. Every time he knocked on the greasy little boy’s door, he had this inexplicable feeling in his chest.
He banged his fist on the door, making as much noise as he could.
“What?” Ethan only opened the door wide enough to see out of. He propped his foot against it, hoping that Michael was too weak to push through.
“Are you fucking out of your mind?” Michael yelled as he pushed the door open with his shoulder. He grabbed Ethan by the front of his shirt and dragged him into the apartment. “What the hell did you think you were doing?”
“I couldn’t help it,” Ethan exclaimed. He smoothed out his shirt and took a step away from Michael.
“Did I, or did I not ask you to fucking lay low for a while?” Michael asked exasperatedly. “You’re ruining everything. You need to let the little shit feel safe.”
“Don’t call him that,” Ethan spat.
“Well, when you fucking attack my best friend, I can call Justin whatever the fuck I want!”
“But I had to do it!” Ethan cried. “I just had to! When I saw him out fucking around, while Justin is sick, I lost it. If your whore of a best friend would keep his dick to himself, this wouldn’t have ever happened!”
“Like I believe that for a second.” Michael shook his head. “What was I thinking when I agreed to this?”
“Having a change of heart?” Ethan sneered. He went to his mini fridge and took out a carton of milk. He opened it and took a sniff before shrugging his shoulders and taking a drink.
Michael sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Just…next time you just have to do something, think twice. You better just hope that Brian doesn’t press charges against you.”
“Well then, you’d better somehow convince him how bad of an idea that would be,” Ethan threatened. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and threw the empty carton at the overflowing trashcan.
“Fine,” Michael said, reluctantly. “But I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it for me.”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” Ethan smirked.
Michael slammed the door behind him, and trudged down the stairs. How in the hell was he going to convince Brian not to press charges? Truth be told, if the situation were any different, he’d be standing next to Brian helping him fill out the papers. But since Ethan was involved, and there was no telling what he would do, Michael had no choice. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.
He was so involved in trying to come up with a story, that he didn’t notice the man watching him from across the street.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Oh, my God!” Justin exclaimed when he saw Brian limping into the kitchen. “Brian, what happened?”
“It’s nothing,” Brian answered, his teeth clenched. “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, cause this is how you wake up everyday,” Justin said with a scoff.
“You seem to be feeling better,” Brian observed.
“I am. Must have been a 24 hour bug,” Justin answered distractedly. “What about you?”
“Is there any coffee ready?” Brian asked as he took a cup from the cabinet.
“Yes,” Justin answered as he crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, blocking the coffee pot. “But first, tell me what happened to you.”
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He figured he might as well tell Justin what happened.
“It was Ethan,” Brian answered.
“What?!” Justin exclaimed. “When? How?”
“At Babylon last night. The little shit sucker punched me on the way to my Jeep.”
“Fuck!” Justin paced around the kitchen, running his fingers through his hair. “That fucking asshole!”
“I’ll be fine,” Brian said as he poured himself a cup of coffee and gingerly sat down on one of the barstools.
“You’re pressing charges, right?” Justin asked. “You’d better be pressing charges.”
“I haven’t decided yet,” Brian answered.
“What do you mean you haven’t decided yet?” Justin asked incredulously. “You have to!”
“It’s not like the police are even going to do anything when they find out it was between two fags,” Brian said, a touch of bitterness in his voice.
“But if you don’t then Ethan will think he can keep doing what he’s doing without consequence,” Justin reasoned.
“The only thing Ethan wants is you and to have me out of the picture,” Brian said. “And neither of those things is going to happen.”
Justin leaned his elbows on the counter and massaged his temples. He closed his eyes as he tried to calm down.
“I just hate that he hurt you,” he said, looking up at Brian with guilt in this eyes. “You don’t deserve any of this.”
“I’ll be fine,” Brian assured Justin, as he clasped his hand behind the blond’s neck. “I’ve had worse,” he added quietly.
Justin leaned into Brian’s touch and gave him a slight nod. He couldn’t believe that he was the one being comforted when Brian was the one who had been hurt.
“Now come on,” Brian said as he stood up. “I need some help with those hard to reach places.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Brian ended up not pressing charges. Not because he didn’t want to, but because the police chief wouldn’t listen.
“Spats between you and your boyfriend,” he had said with a look of disgust, “Aren’t something the Pittsburgh PD needs to be wasting their time on.”
Brian had left the station disgusted and frustrated. Ethan would have been next on his list of places to stop by, but he had no idea where the fiddler lived, and he didn’t think he could intimidate the greasy boy too much considering he couldn’t walk without wincing.
Surprisingly, Justin hadn’t had any more major run-ins with Ethan over the past couple weeks. Though Ethan’s presence was still noticeable, he was keeping his distance.
Justin settled into the seat at his latest job. It wasn’t his first choice, but at least it put money in his pocket. And he got a discount on food in the cafeteria. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and smiled when he saw the caller ID.
“Hey, Daph.”
“Do you know how hard you are to reach? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you forever,” she exclaimed.
“Did I not tell you I changed my number?” Justin asked.
“No,” Daphne answered shortly. “You didn’t. I had to call your mom to get this one.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. I meant to, but it’s just been crazy this past month. I can hardly think straight,” he explained as he punched the keys on the register.
“So, what’s been going on? I haven’t heard( hardly) anything from you since your last visit. How did your date work out? Did you ever see him again? He seemed really interested in you,” Daphne rambled on.
“Well…” Justin wasn’t sure what to tell his best friend. He didn’t want to worry her. “The date was horrible. I don’t think I’ve ever been on a more horrible date in my entire life.”
“Did you at least get a fuck out of it?”
“God no.” Justin shook his head. “I don’t think the words ‘Ethan’ and ‘good fuck’ need to be in the same sentence together. Unless of course they’re separated by ‘is not a’.”
The girl handing him her lunch card gave him a curious look and he mouthed ‘sorry’ to her.
“That is so mean, Justin,” Daphne scolded him.
“Really, it’s not. That is being nice. So, what’s been going on with you? How’s school?” Justin asked. He really didn’t want to talk about Ethan.
“It’s great. But I am so thankful that we have Thanksgiving break next week,” Daphne answered. “My mom is insisting that I come home and have a real meal. Last time she was here visiting me, my room was full of Red Bull and take out menus.”
“She always did love stuffing us until we couldn’t move.”
“You were the one always asking for more!” Daphne laughed.
“Well, my mom can’t cook and yours can.”
“Oh, fuck,” Daphne groaned. “I have to go. I didn’t know it was so late.”
“Okay,” Justin said, swiping another card. He tore off the receipt and handed it to the guy in front of him.
“But, I insist that you take me to Liberty Avenue when I get there. Maybe we can find a hot guy for you to fuck.”
“I can find my own guys to fuck, Daph.”
“I know, I know.”
“So, call me when you know what time you’re getting in.”
“Will do. Later.”
“Later,” Justin echoed. He ended the call and put his phone back in his pocket. With Daphne coming to visit, he knew that he’d have to tell her everything that had been going on, especially since he was staying with Brian. He knew she would be furious with him for keeping this from her, and she’d insist that he tell his mother. Hopefully she would understand why he couldn’t.
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket again, and as he went to answer it, he could hear a collective groan coming from the line of students.
Chapter 14 | Chapter 16
Author:
hsbfcChapter: 15/?
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 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14
Michael woke up early the next morning and quickly made his way to Ethan’s apartment. He needed to have a word with the boy, and it took him until now to calm down enough. He hated coming to see Ethan. Every time he knocked on the greasy little boy’s door, he had this inexplicable feeling in his chest.
He banged his fist on the door, making as much noise as he could.
“What?” Ethan only opened the door wide enough to see out of. He propped his foot against it, hoping that Michael was too weak to push through.
“Are you fucking out of your mind?” Michael yelled as he pushed the door open with his shoulder. He grabbed Ethan by the front of his shirt and dragged him into the apartment. “What the hell did you think you were doing?”
“I couldn’t help it,” Ethan exclaimed. He smoothed out his shirt and took a step away from Michael.
“Did I, or did I not ask you to fucking lay low for a while?” Michael asked exasperatedly. “You’re ruining everything. You need to let the little shit feel safe.”
“Don’t call him that,” Ethan spat.
“Well, when you fucking attack my best friend, I can call Justin whatever the fuck I want!”
“But I had to do it!” Ethan cried. “I just had to! When I saw him out fucking around, while Justin is sick, I lost it. If your whore of a best friend would keep his dick to himself, this wouldn’t have ever happened!”
“Like I believe that for a second.” Michael shook his head. “What was I thinking when I agreed to this?”
“Having a change of heart?” Ethan sneered. He went to his mini fridge and took out a carton of milk. He opened it and took a sniff before shrugging his shoulders and taking a drink.
Michael sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Just…next time you just have to do something, think twice. You better just hope that Brian doesn’t press charges against you.”
“Well then, you’d better somehow convince him how bad of an idea that would be,” Ethan threatened. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and threw the empty carton at the overflowing trashcan.
“Fine,” Michael said, reluctantly. “But I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it for me.”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” Ethan smirked.
Michael slammed the door behind him, and trudged down the stairs. How in the hell was he going to convince Brian not to press charges? Truth be told, if the situation were any different, he’d be standing next to Brian helping him fill out the papers. But since Ethan was involved, and there was no telling what he would do, Michael had no choice. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.
He was so involved in trying to come up with a story, that he didn’t notice the man watching him from across the street.
“Oh, my God!” Justin exclaimed when he saw Brian limping into the kitchen. “Brian, what happened?”
“It’s nothing,” Brian answered, his teeth clenched. “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, cause this is how you wake up everyday,” Justin said with a scoff.
“You seem to be feeling better,” Brian observed.
“I am. Must have been a 24 hour bug,” Justin answered distractedly. “What about you?”
“Is there any coffee ready?” Brian asked as he took a cup from the cabinet.
“Yes,” Justin answered as he crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, blocking the coffee pot. “But first, tell me what happened to you.”
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He figured he might as well tell Justin what happened.
“It was Ethan,” Brian answered.
“What?!” Justin exclaimed. “When? How?”
“At Babylon last night. The little shit sucker punched me on the way to my Jeep.”
“Fuck!” Justin paced around the kitchen, running his fingers through his hair. “That fucking asshole!”
“I’ll be fine,” Brian said as he poured himself a cup of coffee and gingerly sat down on one of the barstools.
“You’re pressing charges, right?” Justin asked. “You’d better be pressing charges.”
“I haven’t decided yet,” Brian answered.
“What do you mean you haven’t decided yet?” Justin asked incredulously. “You have to!”
“It’s not like the police are even going to do anything when they find out it was between two fags,” Brian said, a touch of bitterness in his voice.
“But if you don’t then Ethan will think he can keep doing what he’s doing without consequence,” Justin reasoned.
“The only thing Ethan wants is you and to have me out of the picture,” Brian said. “And neither of those things is going to happen.”
Justin leaned his elbows on the counter and massaged his temples. He closed his eyes as he tried to calm down.
“I just hate that he hurt you,” he said, looking up at Brian with guilt in this eyes. “You don’t deserve any of this.”
“I’ll be fine,” Brian assured Justin, as he clasped his hand behind the blond’s neck. “I’ve had worse,” he added quietly.
Justin leaned into Brian’s touch and gave him a slight nod. He couldn’t believe that he was the one being comforted when Brian was the one who had been hurt.
“Now come on,” Brian said as he stood up. “I need some help with those hard to reach places.”
Brian ended up not pressing charges. Not because he didn’t want to, but because the police chief wouldn’t listen.
“Spats between you and your boyfriend,” he had said with a look of disgust, “Aren’t something the Pittsburgh PD needs to be wasting their time on.”
Brian had left the station disgusted and frustrated. Ethan would have been next on his list of places to stop by, but he had no idea where the fiddler lived, and he didn’t think he could intimidate the greasy boy too much considering he couldn’t walk without wincing.
Surprisingly, Justin hadn’t had any more major run-ins with Ethan over the past couple weeks. Though Ethan’s presence was still noticeable, he was keeping his distance.
Justin settled into the seat at his latest job. It wasn’t his first choice, but at least it put money in his pocket. And he got a discount on food in the cafeteria. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and smiled when he saw the caller ID.
“Hey, Daph.”
“Do you know how hard you are to reach? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you forever,” she exclaimed.
“Did I not tell you I changed my number?” Justin asked.
“No,” Daphne answered shortly. “You didn’t. I had to call your mom to get this one.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. I meant to, but it’s just been crazy this past month. I can hardly think straight,” he explained as he punched the keys on the register.
“So, what’s been going on? I haven’t heard( hardly) anything from you since your last visit. How did your date work out? Did you ever see him again? He seemed really interested in you,” Daphne rambled on.
“Well…” Justin wasn’t sure what to tell his best friend. He didn’t want to worry her. “The date was horrible. I don’t think I’ve ever been on a more horrible date in my entire life.”
“Did you at least get a fuck out of it?”
“God no.” Justin shook his head. “I don’t think the words ‘Ethan’ and ‘good fuck’ need to be in the same sentence together. Unless of course they’re separated by ‘is not a’.”
The girl handing him her lunch card gave him a curious look and he mouthed ‘sorry’ to her.
“That is so mean, Justin,” Daphne scolded him.
“Really, it’s not. That is being nice. So, what’s been going on with you? How’s school?” Justin asked. He really didn’t want to talk about Ethan.
“It’s great. But I am so thankful that we have Thanksgiving break next week,” Daphne answered. “My mom is insisting that I come home and have a real meal. Last time she was here visiting me, my room was full of Red Bull and take out menus.”
“She always did love stuffing us until we couldn’t move.”
“You were the one always asking for more!” Daphne laughed.
“Well, my mom can’t cook and yours can.”
“Oh, fuck,” Daphne groaned. “I have to go. I didn’t know it was so late.”
“Okay,” Justin said, swiping another card. He tore off the receipt and handed it to the guy in front of him.
“But, I insist that you take me to Liberty Avenue when I get there. Maybe we can find a hot guy for you to fuck.”
“I can find my own guys to fuck, Daph.”
“I know, I know.”
“So, call me when you know what time you’re getting in.”
“Will do. Later.”
“Later,” Justin echoed. He ended the call and put his phone back in his pocket. With Daphne coming to visit, he knew that he’d have to tell her everything that had been going on, especially since he was staying with Brian. He knew she would be furious with him for keeping this from her, and she’d insist that he tell his mother. Hopefully she would understand why he couldn’t.
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket again, and as he went to answer it, he could hear a collective groan coming from the line of students.
