Briefly Yours: Yes I Do
Story Info
Title: Briefly Yours
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Era: 2000-2005
Genre: Drama, angst
Rating: M / FRM
Summary: Snippets reflecting the events of the show, during the five seasons. Short glimpses of love and life on Liberty Avenue.
Warnings: Slash, language, references to violence, death, drug abuse, underage sex, drunkenness, and attempted rape.
Disclaimer: The characters, original story, and the places belong to Showtime and the makers of the series. No harm intended; no profit made. I’m just borrowing.
Beta: Mythra (MYTHRAS-FIRE)
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Author’s Notes: Takes place around the episodes 511 and 513. Justin’s POV.
“Of course, Brian! How I have waited for you to ask me that one thing since we first met!”
I could have said that. And a lot more. None of that would have been a lie.
Instead, I laughed; didn’t even look at him. I knew he didn’t mean it. Compared to this, he had been totally sincere when he told me he loved me, on that night the bomb exploded inside Babylon. But now that he asks me this… I know he doesn’t mean it. And I tell him that, too. It hurts, the way he stares at me, in total shock.
He knew - believed - that I would say “yes”.
I should have said that. The pain I feel overwhelming my body after he leaves isn’t worth this. But I had to say “no”, for the both our sakes. Because he will regret it, and I could never take what he isn’t willing to give. In today’s world, that might be the policy that leaves you poor and weak.
Yet I call it “love”.
- - -
This house… It isn’t a house. It’s… I don’t know. A castle? Yeah, a modern version of a castle. A manor. And he says we live here now; that this is our “home”.
Oh Brian…
You’re selling the loft, you gave up on Babylon, and still there’s one thing you hold on to: me. And when you place it all before me like this, and all but ask my hand in marriage - again - can I say other than what you want me to say? Can I say “no” twice? Especially when time has passed since the nightmare of Babylon, and our lives should be back to normal…
I can’t say no. I’m not that strong. And you know this is what I want - all I’ve ever wanted.
“Okay, let’s do it.” Yes, I do want to marry you, to keep you as mine, as I want you to keep me as yours.
I will save the proper words for the minister to hear, though. But all I can think in my head are two small, simple words: I do.
The End
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