Rating: PG-13/R - lot's of swearing and unfortunately glossed over mansex
Fandom: Queer As Folk
Pairings: Brian/Justin, Justin/Go Go boy
Notes: In my head, this goes with the poem pretty well. On paper, maybe not so much.
Thanks go to danibennett for the beta of speediness. *loves*
Disclaimer: I am not Oscar Wilde. Nor do I own Queer As Folk. Too bad, that.
Oscar Wilde - "Apologia"
Ay! though the gorged asp of passion feed
On my boy’s heart, yet have I burst the bars,
Stood face to face with Beauty, known indeed
The Love which moves the Sun and all the stars!
Brian wasn’t the least bit amused when Justin pranced into the flat, smiling in that infuriatingly angelic way. His coat, thrown messily over one arm was quickly discarded in an even messier heap on the floor. Brian cringed inwardly at the blatant disrespect of clothes as soon after his shoes, followed by his shirt and his jeans, quickly formed a trail to the bathroom, each piece of discarded clothing grating just a little more on Brian’s nerves.
It was the humming, however, that did him in.
“What the fuck are you so happy about?”
“I’m in looove!” Justin sang from under the shower’s spray.
“You know what I think of shit like that.”
Justin emerged in a cloud of steam, fluffy towel tucked snugly around his waist. He was grinning broadly.
“Do you want to hear about the amazing sex I had tonight?”
“Why the fuck would I want to hear about that?”
Justin shrugged. “Maybe you could learn something.”
Silence. Brian narrowed his eyes then growled before swiftly leaving the room.
When he returned, Justin was reclining on their bed, a book propped up in the crook of his bent knee. He was still smiling in that utterly aggravating way.
“Poetry? Fuck, have I taught you nothing?”
“It’s not poetry,” Justin said, turning the page with exaggerated care. “It’s Wilde, possibly the greatest queer writer of our time. Besides, I found it on your shelf.”
That grin was becoming infuriating. “Smart ass little shit.”
“You’re just angry because I was fucked by the love of my life.”
“And yet, here you are, reading fucking poetry in my bed.”
“You’re really fucking asking for it, you know.”
Justin’s grin turned wide and wicked, an image misplaced on his cherubic face. “Am I?”
“Don’t be an ass,” Brian said, tsking as he straddled Justin’s waist. “What happened to regaling me with sordid tales of your sexual escapades?”
Justin gave him a sultry smile. "I thought of something better to do," his voice was smooth and silky as his fingers trailed up Brian's thigh and across his hip.
"You’re such a stupid fa—"
Brian's words trailed off as Justin unexpectedly moved onto his lap, legs straddling Brian's waist as they both fell back against the bed. Justin pressed the entire length of his body against Brian’s, lithe and warm and still grinning like a madman above him. Brian bucked up, then sighed in defeat. Justin was so perfectly aligned against him, the flat plane of Justin's torso resting on top of his chest, hips pressed deliciously close, that it was hard to think straight, let alone stay angry.
Justin grinned, his hand moving to hold Brian's jaw so that he couldn't turn his face away. "Yet have I burst the bars, Stood face to face with Beauty, known indeed The Love which moves the Sun and all the stars!”
Brian growled. Fucking poetry.
Justin giggled as Brian reversed their positions, flipping Justin over and pinning him to the bed with his hips. Enough was enough. There was no place for teasing and romantic poetry in Brian Kinney’s bed, no matter how blonde and young and tight you were. Soon Justin was panting, that grin transformed into slightly parted lips and moans as Brian made damn sure he was better than any random club boy in the back room at Babylon.
Later, as Brian watched Justin doze quietly at his side, a small smile played on his lips. It was in these moments that Brian let a bit of his guard down, allowing himself a moment’s peace with this hopeful, infuriating, lovely boy resting next to him. Brian smiled and carefully moved a few strands of hair off Justin’s forehead, frowning when his eyes slowly opened and his mouth turned up into that grin.
“You were better.”
“Well, that really was never an issue, was it? I didn’t have to fuck you to tell you that one.”
“And so modest too.”
Brian smirked and Justin leaned up to kiss it away sweetly.
“So does this mean you’re the love of my life?”
“You know what I think about that.”
Justin did. He smiled and kissed Brian again before settling back against the pillows, watching as the sun and the stars moved passed his closed eyes.