ficlet & a poem

Mar 20, 2007 21:44

A Short Contemplation of Marriage à la Britin; QaF; PG-13 for language; summary's in the title; I disclaim.



“I fucking hate when you do that.”

Justin answered his stare blankly. “Do what?”
Brian slammed the fridge-door shut and threw the beer bottle at him. “When you behave like we’re a fuckin’ married couple!”

Justin looked at him pointedly: “We are.”

“Whatever the fuck possessed me”, Brian answered, flipped down on the chaise longue and turned on the TV.

“You were afraid to lose my hot ass to someone else.”

Brian snorted. They both knew that it had not been about Justin’s ass when he proposed for the second, technically even third time.

But Brian appreciated that Justin did it his way.

“You got it.”

Justin grinnsed: “I got you.”

As they kissed, and then fucked, Brian thought that marriage might not be so bad after all.

And a poem:

We lay on the bed, painting
my ceiling pink with dreams
and red with lust
but it’s just a joke to you
the nights we paint
with love and lust and childish force
You stopped and never said
goodbye
for it was all a joke to you
so you never said
goodbye
And I lie and see
white
white
white only...

fic, qaf, writing

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