Makes Me Wonder
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oh_ameliaTitle: Fathers, Sons, and a Best Friend
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hsbfc
Chapter: 19/?
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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Brian closed the door to the loft and set the leftovers Deb sent with him on the counter.
“Hey,” Justin greeted him, not taking his head out of the refrigerator.
“Hey,” Brian said. “When’d you get back?”
“Not too long ago,” Justin answered as he sniffed a container of takeout. “When did we have the Thai?”
“I think it was Monday. You can’t possibly still be hungry,” Brian commented. “Didn’t you say your mom would probably stuff you so full of food you wouldn’t be able to eat for a week?”
“Yeah, well,” Justin said, dumping the old takeout in the trash and turning to face Brian. “I didn’t have much of an appetite after my father showed up.”
“Holy shit!” Brian exclaimed when he saw Justin’s split lip. “What the hell happened?”
“Are those leftovers?” Justin looked through the food from Deb and scooped a good portion of it on a plate.
“What happened, Justin?”
Justin took his plate and sat down on the floor next to the sofa. Brian took two bottles of water from the fridge and sat down on the sofa, putting one bottle on the coffee table.
“Thanks. My father showed up early to pick up Molly,” Justin began after he swallowed his first bite. “When he saw that I was there he started yelling at me and my mom. All about how he didn’t want me to flaunt my disgusting lifestyle in front of his daughter, and that if my mom was going to continue to subject Molly to it then he was going to take action.”
“What an asshole,” Brian said, scowling.
“My mom sent Molly to her room to get her stuff together so she wouldn’t have to listen to my father rant and rave,” Justin continued. “Finally, after he stopped threatening my mom, I laid into him. I told him everything that I wanted to tell him when I was younger, and didn’t cause I didn’t want to cause problems with my parents. Then he hauled off and smacked me.”
“Do you need some more ice?” Brian asked, gently touching Justin’s lip with his thumb. “It still looks a little red.”
“No.” Justin shook his head. “It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” Justin said. “Anyway, apparently Molly heard everything my father said and refused to go with him for the remainder of the holiday. She told him that she didn’t want to spend her time with someone who was incapable of loving his own son just because he was gay. That really sent him around the bend. He started yelling that my mom and I were brainwashing her and she was too young to know better.”
Brian gripped the water bottle, trying to contain his anger.
“He finally left. And even though my mom and Molly backed me up, I still felt bad that their holiday was interrupted like that. I know that it wasn’t my fault. It was my stupid asshole of a father’s fault, but I still feel partially responsible.”
“Don’t. You father is the only one to blame. “
“I know, I know,” Justin said, scratching the back of his neck. “So, how was your Thanksgiving?”
“Not much better than yours,” Brian said.
“What happened?” Justin asked, abandoning his plate. He sat down sideways on the sofa, resting his left arm on the back.
“I asked Lindsay if I could bring Gus back for the night, but they wouldn’t let me. Lindsay kept spouting all these bullshit excuses and finally said that if I wanted to then I could come over tomorrow to their house and spend time with him.”
“Can she do that? Refuse to let you have Gus for a few hours?” Justin asked. “I thought that you still had all your rights.”
“I do,” Brian said, rubbing his eyes. “Legally they can’t do what they’re doing, but before she had Gus we agreed that they’d be the parents.”
“But surely they know that it’s different now,” Justin reasoned. “And that keeping Gus from you won’t accomplish anything.”
“You’d think that wouldn’t you.” Brian sighed. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do. If they don’t get their head out of their asses soon then I’m gonna have to go over them and get a court order.”
“I’ve seen you with Gus. He’s crazy about you,” Justin said. “And isn’t Lindsay always telling you that you need to spend more time with him? Why is she refusing when you ask?”
“Probably Mel’s influence. I don’t know.”
“Well, I’d hate to see it come to that, but if they don’t relent then I don’t see any other way.”
“Well, when I go over there tomorrow I’ll try and talk some sense into them, but until then…” Brian said, leaning over to kiss Justin.
Justin leaned back on the sofa, letting Brian’s body cover his. He kissed back hungrily, despite his cut lip, and tangled his fingers in Brian’s hair.
Brian kissed a trail from Justin’s jaw to the hollow of his throat. He licked back up the same path before returning to the blond’s lips. His erection was straining in his pants and he could feel the evidence Justin’s arousal on his stomach. Two pairs of hands struggled to remove the offending garments that acted as a barrier to the hot skin beneath.
Once they were both fully divested of their clothes, Brian reached for a condom and the lube he kept stashed in the wooded box on his coffee table. He squirted a generous amount on his fingers and quickly prepared Justin. It wasn’t long before Justin was begging him to hurry up. He rolled on the condom, and applied more lube for good measure.
The sex was hard and fast, both releasing the tension from the day. Brian came seconds after Justin, and collapsed on top of the blond. He kissed the back of Justin’s neck as he waited for his breathing to return to normal.
Justin turned his head and slowly kissed Brian. “Oh, that was fucking hot,” he said.
“Yeah,” Brian agreed before slowly pulling out. He tied off the condom and set it on the coffee table to be disposed of later.
“I can’t move,” Justin said as he scratched his stomach.
“I don’t think I can either, but if we don’t then our backs will be killing us in the morning,” Brian said as he slowly got up. He offered a hand to Justin, pulling the blond upright. “C’mon, let’s get in the shower.”
Justin wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but the sweat from his body had dried and the cool air in the loft was making his skin chill. He followed Brian to the bathroom and looked at his reflection as Brian got the temperature of the water just right. His thoughts were interrupted by a hand pulling him into the stall and under the water. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, reveling in the feel of Brian’s hands roaming over his body.
Brian leaned down to kiss Justin before making his way down to the blond’s cock. He licked the tip teasingly before engulfing as much as he could in his mouth. The sounds coming from Justin encouraged him further. He sucked hard on the head while he pushed his finger into the blond’s ass. His teeth lightly grazed over the length and licked from the base to the tip. He continued his ministrations until Justin was coming in his mouth.
Justin kissed Brian’s lips and made his way down, leaving a wet trail across the slightly muscular chest.
“That was just for you,” Brian said, pulling Justin back up and kissing him.
“Since when do you turn down getting your dick sucked?” Justin asked, a smile forming on his lips.
“Don’t get used to it.” Brian smirked. He grabbed the soap and handed it to Justin. “Here, you can help my wash my back.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Justin had just finished pulling on a pair of sweatpants when the buzzer from downstairs rang. He went to the door and pressed the call button. “Hello.”
“Justin, it’s me, let me in,” Daphne said.
Justin pressed the button allowing his friend inside the building, and opened the door before going to the bedroom to put on a T-shirt.
“Who’s that at the door?” Brian asked.
“Daphne,” Justin said. “I kinda invited her over since she’s leaving in the morning.”
“That’s fine,” Brian said. “I think I might head into the office for a couple hours. Finish up on the Dandy Lube account.”
“I don’t want to drive you out of your house.”
“It’s fine,” Brian said. “Besides, I need access to some supplies that I don’t have here.”
“Okay.” Justin nodded and headed into the living room to greet Daphne. “Hey, Daph,” he said as he engulfed his best friend in a hug.
“Hey, Justin.” Daphne smiled and took off her coat. “How was lunch?”
“You don’t want to know.” Justin shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Tell me anyway,” Daphne said, taking Justin’s hand and leading him to the sofa. “Uh, Justin…’
“Yeah?”
“Not that it bothers me, but if you don’t throw away the condom, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop staring at it.”
“Shit.” Justin’s face reddened. “I forgot about that.” He picked the condom and his plate up and disposed of it in the kitchen. “Want anything to drink?”
“I’m good,” Daphne said.
Justin sat back down on the sofa and tried to find a good place to start.
Brian made his way through the living room and stopped at his desk to get his briefcase. “Hey, Daphne,” he said.
“Hi, Brian,” Daphne said, blushing slightly.
“I should be back in roughly a couple of hours. Later,” Brian said closing the door behind him .
“Okay, I’ve said it before, but I have to say it again,” Daphne said. “He is to die for!”
“I know.” Justin smiled knowingly.
“So what’s really going on with you two? I know that you said that he’s helping you out with Ethan, but there has to be more.”
“Well, I consider him a friend. Besides you, he’s one of the few people that I trust. We fuck, but he tricks too.”
“Doesn’t that bother you?” Daphne asked.
“Not really. I mean, it’s not like we’re in a relationship where it would.”
“So you’re saying that after all this time that you don’t think of Brian in a way other than friendship?”
“I’ve never really given it much thought,” Justin said, scratching his ankle.
“Does he trick in front of you?” Daphne asked. “Or does he only do it when you’re not around?’
“Well, if we go to Babylon, I’m not going to stop him from going to the backroom if he wants to,” Justin said. “He never brings them back to the loft.”
“So, when you go out to clubs with him, you don’t care that he leaves you by yourself while he goes to fuck someone else, or get his dick sucked?”
“Well, first he doesn’t leave me by myself. I always have Emmett or Ted to talk to,” Justin said, holding up his hands to cut off Daphne from commenting. “But I guess I have to admit that it isn’t the greatest feeling in the world when that happens.”
“And I assume it’s safe to say that you’ve never vocalized your feelings about this?”
“Of course not.” Justin shook his head. “Cause it doesn’t mean anything.”
“Justin, I know you. Yes, you aren’t opposed to causal sex, but when you’re in a relationship, I know that you’d never think to fuck anyone else.”
“But Brian and I aren’t in a real relationship like that. It’s all just pretend,” Justin said. “And even if it wasn’t, Brian isn’t the kind of person who believes in monogamy. Just say the word around him and he practically breaks out in hives.”
“So when Ethan finally wises up and leaves you the fuck alone, are you saying that you’ll just be able to walk away from this?”
“I’ve knowing from the beginning that this wouldn’t last forever,” Justin said. “Hell, I didn’t even think it would last this long. I have no expectations.” He pulled at a loose string at the end of his sweatpants, determined not to over think what Daphne was saying.
“Okay, okay,” Daphne said. “But if I can just say one more thing?”
“Sure, why not,” Justin said, sighing deeply.
“From my point of view, being your best friend and all, it just seems to me that with the way you look at him, it looks like you’re in love with him.”
Chapter 18 | Chapter 20
Author:
hsbfcChapter: 19/?
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 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18
Brian closed the door to the loft and set the leftovers Deb sent with him on the counter.
“Hey,” Justin greeted him, not taking his head out of the refrigerator.
“Hey,” Brian said. “When’d you get back?”
“Not too long ago,” Justin answered as he sniffed a container of takeout. “When did we have the Thai?”
“I think it was Monday. You can’t possibly still be hungry,” Brian commented. “Didn’t you say your mom would probably stuff you so full of food you wouldn’t be able to eat for a week?”
“Yeah, well,” Justin said, dumping the old takeout in the trash and turning to face Brian. “I didn’t have much of an appetite after my father showed up.”
“Holy shit!” Brian exclaimed when he saw Justin’s split lip. “What the hell happened?”
“Are those leftovers?” Justin looked through the food from Deb and scooped a good portion of it on a plate.
“What happened, Justin?”
Justin took his plate and sat down on the floor next to the sofa. Brian took two bottles of water from the fridge and sat down on the sofa, putting one bottle on the coffee table.
“Thanks. My father showed up early to pick up Molly,” Justin began after he swallowed his first bite. “When he saw that I was there he started yelling at me and my mom. All about how he didn’t want me to flaunt my disgusting lifestyle in front of his daughter, and that if my mom was going to continue to subject Molly to it then he was going to take action.”
“What an asshole,” Brian said, scowling.
“My mom sent Molly to her room to get her stuff together so she wouldn’t have to listen to my father rant and rave,” Justin continued. “Finally, after he stopped threatening my mom, I laid into him. I told him everything that I wanted to tell him when I was younger, and didn’t cause I didn’t want to cause problems with my parents. Then he hauled off and smacked me.”
“Do you need some more ice?” Brian asked, gently touching Justin’s lip with his thumb. “It still looks a little red.”
“No.” Justin shook his head. “It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” Justin said. “Anyway, apparently Molly heard everything my father said and refused to go with him for the remainder of the holiday. She told him that she didn’t want to spend her time with someone who was incapable of loving his own son just because he was gay. That really sent him around the bend. He started yelling that my mom and I were brainwashing her and she was too young to know better.”
Brian gripped the water bottle, trying to contain his anger.
“He finally left. And even though my mom and Molly backed me up, I still felt bad that their holiday was interrupted like that. I know that it wasn’t my fault. It was my stupid asshole of a father’s fault, but I still feel partially responsible.”
“Don’t. You father is the only one to blame. “
“I know, I know,” Justin said, scratching the back of his neck. “So, how was your Thanksgiving?”
“Not much better than yours,” Brian said.
“What happened?” Justin asked, abandoning his plate. He sat down sideways on the sofa, resting his left arm on the back.
“I asked Lindsay if I could bring Gus back for the night, but they wouldn’t let me. Lindsay kept spouting all these bullshit excuses and finally said that if I wanted to then I could come over tomorrow to their house and spend time with him.”
“Can she do that? Refuse to let you have Gus for a few hours?” Justin asked. “I thought that you still had all your rights.”
“I do,” Brian said, rubbing his eyes. “Legally they can’t do what they’re doing, but before she had Gus we agreed that they’d be the parents.”
“But surely they know that it’s different now,” Justin reasoned. “And that keeping Gus from you won’t accomplish anything.”
“You’d think that wouldn’t you.” Brian sighed. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do. If they don’t get their head out of their asses soon then I’m gonna have to go over them and get a court order.”
“I’ve seen you with Gus. He’s crazy about you,” Justin said. “And isn’t Lindsay always telling you that you need to spend more time with him? Why is she refusing when you ask?”
“Probably Mel’s influence. I don’t know.”
“Well, I’d hate to see it come to that, but if they don’t relent then I don’t see any other way.”
“Well, when I go over there tomorrow I’ll try and talk some sense into them, but until then…” Brian said, leaning over to kiss Justin.
Justin leaned back on the sofa, letting Brian’s body cover his. He kissed back hungrily, despite his cut lip, and tangled his fingers in Brian’s hair.
Brian kissed a trail from Justin’s jaw to the hollow of his throat. He licked back up the same path before returning to the blond’s lips. His erection was straining in his pants and he could feel the evidence Justin’s arousal on his stomach. Two pairs of hands struggled to remove the offending garments that acted as a barrier to the hot skin beneath.
Once they were both fully divested of their clothes, Brian reached for a condom and the lube he kept stashed in the wooded box on his coffee table. He squirted a generous amount on his fingers and quickly prepared Justin. It wasn’t long before Justin was begging him to hurry up. He rolled on the condom, and applied more lube for good measure.
The sex was hard and fast, both releasing the tension from the day. Brian came seconds after Justin, and collapsed on top of the blond. He kissed the back of Justin’s neck as he waited for his breathing to return to normal.
Justin turned his head and slowly kissed Brian. “Oh, that was fucking hot,” he said.
“Yeah,” Brian agreed before slowly pulling out. He tied off the condom and set it on the coffee table to be disposed of later.
“I can’t move,” Justin said as he scratched his stomach.
“I don’t think I can either, but if we don’t then our backs will be killing us in the morning,” Brian said as he slowly got up. He offered a hand to Justin, pulling the blond upright. “C’mon, let’s get in the shower.”
Justin wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but the sweat from his body had dried and the cool air in the loft was making his skin chill. He followed Brian to the bathroom and looked at his reflection as Brian got the temperature of the water just right. His thoughts were interrupted by a hand pulling him into the stall and under the water. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, reveling in the feel of Brian’s hands roaming over his body.
Brian leaned down to kiss Justin before making his way down to the blond’s cock. He licked the tip teasingly before engulfing as much as he could in his mouth. The sounds coming from Justin encouraged him further. He sucked hard on the head while he pushed his finger into the blond’s ass. His teeth lightly grazed over the length and licked from the base to the tip. He continued his ministrations until Justin was coming in his mouth.
Justin kissed Brian’s lips and made his way down, leaving a wet trail across the slightly muscular chest.
“That was just for you,” Brian said, pulling Justin back up and kissing him.
“Since when do you turn down getting your dick sucked?” Justin asked, a smile forming on his lips.
“Don’t get used to it.” Brian smirked. He grabbed the soap and handed it to Justin. “Here, you can help my wash my back.”
Justin had just finished pulling on a pair of sweatpants when the buzzer from downstairs rang. He went to the door and pressed the call button. “Hello.”
“Justin, it’s me, let me in,” Daphne said.
Justin pressed the button allowing his friend inside the building, and opened the door before going to the bedroom to put on a T-shirt.
“Who’s that at the door?” Brian asked.
“Daphne,” Justin said. “I kinda invited her over since she’s leaving in the morning.”
“That’s fine,” Brian said. “I think I might head into the office for a couple hours. Finish up on the Dandy Lube account.”
“I don’t want to drive you out of your house.”
“It’s fine,” Brian said. “Besides, I need access to some supplies that I don’t have here.”
“Okay.” Justin nodded and headed into the living room to greet Daphne. “Hey, Daph,” he said as he engulfed his best friend in a hug.
“Hey, Justin.” Daphne smiled and took off her coat. “How was lunch?”
“You don’t want to know.” Justin shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Tell me anyway,” Daphne said, taking Justin’s hand and leading him to the sofa. “Uh, Justin…’
“Yeah?”
“Not that it bothers me, but if you don’t throw away the condom, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop staring at it.”
“Shit.” Justin’s face reddened. “I forgot about that.” He picked the condom and his plate up and disposed of it in the kitchen. “Want anything to drink?”
“I’m good,” Daphne said.
Justin sat back down on the sofa and tried to find a good place to start.
Brian made his way through the living room and stopped at his desk to get his briefcase. “Hey, Daphne,” he said.
“Hi, Brian,” Daphne said, blushing slightly.
“I should be back in roughly a couple of hours. Later,” Brian said closing the door behind him .
“Okay, I’ve said it before, but I have to say it again,” Daphne said. “He is to die for!”
“I know.” Justin smiled knowingly.
“So what’s really going on with you two? I know that you said that he’s helping you out with Ethan, but there has to be more.”
“Well, I consider him a friend. Besides you, he’s one of the few people that I trust. We fuck, but he tricks too.”
“Doesn’t that bother you?” Daphne asked.
“Not really. I mean, it’s not like we’re in a relationship where it would.”
“So you’re saying that after all this time that you don’t think of Brian in a way other than friendship?”
“I’ve never really given it much thought,” Justin said, scratching his ankle.
“Does he trick in front of you?” Daphne asked. “Or does he only do it when you’re not around?’
“Well, if we go to Babylon, I’m not going to stop him from going to the backroom if he wants to,” Justin said. “He never brings them back to the loft.”
“So, when you go out to clubs with him, you don’t care that he leaves you by yourself while he goes to fuck someone else, or get his dick sucked?”
“Well, first he doesn’t leave me by myself. I always have Emmett or Ted to talk to,” Justin said, holding up his hands to cut off Daphne from commenting. “But I guess I have to admit that it isn’t the greatest feeling in the world when that happens.”
“And I assume it’s safe to say that you’ve never vocalized your feelings about this?”
“Of course not.” Justin shook his head. “Cause it doesn’t mean anything.”
“Justin, I know you. Yes, you aren’t opposed to causal sex, but when you’re in a relationship, I know that you’d never think to fuck anyone else.”
“But Brian and I aren’t in a real relationship like that. It’s all just pretend,” Justin said. “And even if it wasn’t, Brian isn’t the kind of person who believes in monogamy. Just say the word around him and he practically breaks out in hives.”
“So when Ethan finally wises up and leaves you the fuck alone, are you saying that you’ll just be able to walk away from this?”
“I’ve knowing from the beginning that this wouldn’t last forever,” Justin said. “Hell, I didn’t even think it would last this long. I have no expectations.” He pulled at a loose string at the end of his sweatpants, determined not to over think what Daphne was saying.
“Okay, okay,” Daphne said. “But if I can just say one more thing?”
“Sure, why not,” Justin said, sighing deeply.
“From my point of view, being your best friend and all, it just seems to me that with the way you look at him, it looks like you’re in love with him.”
