QaF: Accidents Happen
Title: Accidents Happen
Author: Tena
Fandom: QaF
Characters: Brian/Justin, Gus
Rating: R for an F-bomb
Word Count: 1622
Warning: None
Author’s note: Written for tamingthemuse Prompt 137 Bleach.
Summary: 10 year old Gus has an accident.
Gus walked quietly down the hall to his room, but as he passed his dad’s room he couldn’t resist looking inside. Justin was busy cleaning the kitchen, having just made Gus the world’s best peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and his dad was at work. He was going to his room to play video games, and then later he and Justin were going to paint. Gus loved painting with Justin because he never made fun of anything Gus painted.
Gus looked around his dad’s room. It was always so neat and cleaned. He noticed a shirt on the bed. It was his dad’s favorite. Gus liked it too because it was really soft, and when his dad wore it, it felt good when his dad hugged him. He set his sandwich down on the bed, picked up the shirt and put it on. Looking at himself in the mirror, he smiled feeling just like his dad. He looked good in the shirt too, even if it was a little big. Seeing his sandwich, he picked it up and took a bite. To his horror, a glob of jelly dripped out of the sandwich and fell on the front of the shirt. He quickly ran into the bathroom and tried to get the jelly off with a washcloth, but only succeeded in making the mess even bigger.
Gus panicked. His dad was going to kill him, what was he going to do? Wait, he could wash it. Yeah, he had watched his mom and Justin when they washed clothes. His mom even let him help sometimes. That’s what he’d do; just wash it and everything would be okay by the time his dad got home.
“Hey, Gus, you ready to paint?” Justin asked.
Gus was playing video games. “Okay, Pop, I’ll be there in a few minutes. I just want to finish this game.”
“Okay, I’ll get started and see you in a few minutes.” Justin smiled and walked to the studio.
When Gus heard the studio door shut, he grabbed the shirt from under his bed and ran downstairs to the laundry room. He turned the knob until the water started running and threw the shirt inside. He grabbed three bottles and started pouring liquid in the machine. He really didn’t know what each was for, but he figured the more the better. He ran back upstairs and started painting with Justin.
A little while later…
“Pop, I’m going to go get a drink. Do you want something?”
“Sure, I’ll have a soda. Wow, that is great, Gus. I love how you blended the colors. You have real talent, young man.”
Gus blushed. “Thanks, Pop. My teachers think I make a mess.”
“Well, then your teachers don’t know what they’re talking about. This is really good.”
Gus’ smile was bright as he left the room. Justin looked at the painting again. There really was something interesting about the blues in the painting and where Gus put them on the canvas. Too bad the teachers were not encouraging of him. Justin could relate though; his teachers weren’t always encouraging either, at least not until he got into high school.
Gus pulled the stepstool over to the washer and climbed up. When he opened the lid and pulled the shirt out, he wanted to cry. The once blue shirt was now multiple colors of blue and white spots.
Justin realized Gus had been gone long enough to have gotten drinks, and he went in search of his son. He found him sitting at the kitchen table crying.
“Gus, what happened? What’s wrong?” He knelt by him.
“Dad’s going to kill me, Pop. Kill me, I mean kill me dead,” he said through his tears.
“Gus, just tell me what happened. Your dad is not going to kill you.”
“Oh, yes his will. He will hate me and then kill me.” Gus cried.
Gus was having a giant sized queen out, and Justin knew nothing could be that bad. There was nothing broken or out of place in the kitchen. He glanced quickly into the living room and everything was in place there.
“Gus, tell me what happened.”
“Okay, but when dad kills me, just remember that I love you,” he said, wiping his nose on his sleeve. Justin had to hold back his grin. “You know when I went upstairs with my sandwich?” Justin nodded. “Well, your room was open so I went inside. Dad’s favorite shirt was on the bed…and…well, I wanted to see if I looked as good as he did in it.” Gus looked up at Justin. “And, I did.”
Justin covered his mouth to hide his smile. Oh yeah, he was Brian’s son alright. “Go on, Gus.”
“Well, I took a bite of my sandwich and jelly fell out and got on the shirt. I tried to wash it off in the bathroom but that made it worse, so I thought I’d just put it in the washer. I’ve helped mom use the washer and I’ve seen you use the washer, so I put it in there and just now when I went to check on it…” He held the wet shirt up, fresh tears began to fall. “It was all messed up, and now dad’s gonna kill me because I ruined his favorite shirt.”
“Oh, Gus.” Justin took the shirt. It was a mess and totally ruined. He knew Gus didn’t do it on purpose, and yes, Brian would be pissed, but it’s just a shirt and he has probably hundreds of them, although this one was his favorite.
“I know; he’s gonna kill me and then send me back to mom. He’ll never want to see me again.” Gus was in full queen out mode, sobbing, coughing and now pacing.
Justin threw the shirt on the table and wrapped his arms around the boy. “Calm down, Gus.” He stroked his back, letting him settle down. “Listen to me. Your dad will be mad, but he will not kill you and he will not send you home.”
“Are you sure?” Gus’ tear streaked face, red puffy eyes and runny nose broke Justin’s heart.
“I promise. This is what you’re going to do. First when your dad gets home, you tell him the truth. Second, whatever punishment your dad gives you, no matter how much he yells, you have to remember that he loves you, we both do. Will you do that for me?”
“I’ll try.”
“Good, now come on and help me get the studio cleaned up, and then we’ll start dinner.” Justin patted his back.
“Okay…hey, Pop, maybe we should make dad’s favorite foods tonight. That might help.” Gus looked at him hopefully.
Justin laughed. “Alright, it can’t hurt.”
Brian walked in the front door, glad to be home. He was looking forward to fucking Justin and spending some good quality time with Gus. Setting his briefcase down, he walked into the kitchen, kissed Justin, who gave him a warning look, and then saw Gus sitting on the bottom of the stairs looking miserable. Justin motioned him to Gus with his head. “Stay calm and try to understand. He’s scared,” he whispered.
Brian sat next to Gus on the stairs, and the boy would not look at him. “What’s up, Sonny Boy?”
“Hi Dad,” he mumbled.
“What’s wrong?” Brian brushed Gus’ hair back.
Gus held up the shirt and started to cry quietly. “I’m really sorry, Dad.”
Brian held the shirt and wanted to scream. “This is my Armani shirt, Gus,” he said through clenched teeth. Gus nodded and sniffled. “What happen to my shirt, Gus?”
Gus cringed at the sound of his dad’s voice and that he was calling him by his name and not Sonny Boy. “I got jelly on it, and I tried to wash it out. But, I put bleach in the washer with the soap. I didn’t know it would take the color out with the jelly. I’ve seen mom use it and thought I should too. I’m really sorry, Dad.”
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to control his anger that was threatening to erupt. “How did jelly get on my shirt? I left it on my bed this morning.”
“I saw it and wanted to try it on, you know to see if I looked as good as you do when you wear it. I was eating a PB&J sandwich and some jelly dropped on it while I was wearing it.” Gus explained. He had stopped crying but tears still hung on his lashes and wet his cheeks.
“Were you supposed to be in our room?” Gus shook his head, looking at the floor. Brian glanced at Justin who smiled and shrugged. Between Justin’s sympathetic smile and Gus’ tears, Brian’s anger diminished. He would punish his son, but not too severely. “Well, did you?”
Gus looked up at his dad. “Did I what?”
“Look as good as I do it the shirt?”
Gus’ mouth began to twitch. “Better.”
Justin snorted and Brian laughed. “And here I was going to let you off the hook.”
Gus gasped. “I mean, no one looks as good as you do, Dad.”
Brian smirked. “Uh-huh, nice try, Sonny Boy. No video games for the weekend.”
Gus knew he had gotten off easy. His dad had not even yelled. “Okay, Dad. I really am sorry.” He hugged Brian, who wrapped his arms around him tight.
“I love you, Sonny Boy, even though my favorite Armani shirt is now a rag.”
“I love you, too. We made your favorites for dinner.” Gus smiled.
“Trying to butter me up?”
Gus smiled. “Is it working?”
Brian chuckled. “You little shit.” He began to tickle his son.
The End
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Author: Tena
Fandom: QaF
Characters: Brian/Justin, Gus
Rating: R for an F-bomb
Word Count: 1622
Warning: None
Author’s note: Written for tamingthemuse Prompt 137 Bleach.
Summary: 10 year old Gus has an accident.
Gus walked quietly down the hall to his room, but as he passed his dad’s room he couldn’t resist looking inside. Justin was busy cleaning the kitchen, having just made Gus the world’s best peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and his dad was at work. He was going to his room to play video games, and then later he and Justin were going to paint. Gus loved painting with Justin because he never made fun of anything Gus painted.
Gus looked around his dad’s room. It was always so neat and cleaned. He noticed a shirt on the bed. It was his dad’s favorite. Gus liked it too because it was really soft, and when his dad wore it, it felt good when his dad hugged him. He set his sandwich down on the bed, picked up the shirt and put it on. Looking at himself in the mirror, he smiled feeling just like his dad. He looked good in the shirt too, even if it was a little big. Seeing his sandwich, he picked it up and took a bite. To his horror, a glob of jelly dripped out of the sandwich and fell on the front of the shirt. He quickly ran into the bathroom and tried to get the jelly off with a washcloth, but only succeeded in making the mess even bigger.
Gus panicked. His dad was going to kill him, what was he going to do? Wait, he could wash it. Yeah, he had watched his mom and Justin when they washed clothes. His mom even let him help sometimes. That’s what he’d do; just wash it and everything would be okay by the time his dad got home.
“Hey, Gus, you ready to paint?” Justin asked.
Gus was playing video games. “Okay, Pop, I’ll be there in a few minutes. I just want to finish this game.”
“Okay, I’ll get started and see you in a few minutes.” Justin smiled and walked to the studio.
When Gus heard the studio door shut, he grabbed the shirt from under his bed and ran downstairs to the laundry room. He turned the knob until the water started running and threw the shirt inside. He grabbed three bottles and started pouring liquid in the machine. He really didn’t know what each was for, but he figured the more the better. He ran back upstairs and started painting with Justin.
A little while later…
“Pop, I’m going to go get a drink. Do you want something?”
“Sure, I’ll have a soda. Wow, that is great, Gus. I love how you blended the colors. You have real talent, young man.”
Gus blushed. “Thanks, Pop. My teachers think I make a mess.”
“Well, then your teachers don’t know what they’re talking about. This is really good.”
Gus’ smile was bright as he left the room. Justin looked at the painting again. There really was something interesting about the blues in the painting and where Gus put them on the canvas. Too bad the teachers were not encouraging of him. Justin could relate though; his teachers weren’t always encouraging either, at least not until he got into high school.
Gus pulled the stepstool over to the washer and climbed up. When he opened the lid and pulled the shirt out, he wanted to cry. The once blue shirt was now multiple colors of blue and white spots.
Justin realized Gus had been gone long enough to have gotten drinks, and he went in search of his son. He found him sitting at the kitchen table crying.
“Gus, what happened? What’s wrong?” He knelt by him.
“Dad’s going to kill me, Pop. Kill me, I mean kill me dead,” he said through his tears.
“Gus, just tell me what happened. Your dad is not going to kill you.”
“Oh, yes his will. He will hate me and then kill me.” Gus cried.
Gus was having a giant sized queen out, and Justin knew nothing could be that bad. There was nothing broken or out of place in the kitchen. He glanced quickly into the living room and everything was in place there.
“Gus, tell me what happened.”
“Okay, but when dad kills me, just remember that I love you,” he said, wiping his nose on his sleeve. Justin had to hold back his grin. “You know when I went upstairs with my sandwich?” Justin nodded. “Well, your room was open so I went inside. Dad’s favorite shirt was on the bed…and…well, I wanted to see if I looked as good as he did in it.” Gus looked up at Justin. “And, I did.”
Justin covered his mouth to hide his smile. Oh yeah, he was Brian’s son alright. “Go on, Gus.”
“Well, I took a bite of my sandwich and jelly fell out and got on the shirt. I tried to wash it off in the bathroom but that made it worse, so I thought I’d just put it in the washer. I’ve helped mom use the washer and I’ve seen you use the washer, so I put it in there and just now when I went to check on it…” He held the wet shirt up, fresh tears began to fall. “It was all messed up, and now dad’s gonna kill me because I ruined his favorite shirt.”
“Oh, Gus.” Justin took the shirt. It was a mess and totally ruined. He knew Gus didn’t do it on purpose, and yes, Brian would be pissed, but it’s just a shirt and he has probably hundreds of them, although this one was his favorite.
“I know; he’s gonna kill me and then send me back to mom. He’ll never want to see me again.” Gus was in full queen out mode, sobbing, coughing and now pacing.
Justin threw the shirt on the table and wrapped his arms around the boy. “Calm down, Gus.” He stroked his back, letting him settle down. “Listen to me. Your dad will be mad, but he will not kill you and he will not send you home.”
“Are you sure?” Gus’ tear streaked face, red puffy eyes and runny nose broke Justin’s heart.
“I promise. This is what you’re going to do. First when your dad gets home, you tell him the truth. Second, whatever punishment your dad gives you, no matter how much he yells, you have to remember that he loves you, we both do. Will you do that for me?”
“I’ll try.”
“Good, now come on and help me get the studio cleaned up, and then we’ll start dinner.” Justin patted his back.
“Okay…hey, Pop, maybe we should make dad’s favorite foods tonight. That might help.” Gus looked at him hopefully.
Justin laughed. “Alright, it can’t hurt.”
Brian walked in the front door, glad to be home. He was looking forward to fucking Justin and spending some good quality time with Gus. Setting his briefcase down, he walked into the kitchen, kissed Justin, who gave him a warning look, and then saw Gus sitting on the bottom of the stairs looking miserable. Justin motioned him to Gus with his head. “Stay calm and try to understand. He’s scared,” he whispered.
Brian sat next to Gus on the stairs, and the boy would not look at him. “What’s up, Sonny Boy?”
“Hi Dad,” he mumbled.
“What’s wrong?” Brian brushed Gus’ hair back.
Gus held up the shirt and started to cry quietly. “I’m really sorry, Dad.”
Brian held the shirt and wanted to scream. “This is my Armani shirt, Gus,” he said through clenched teeth. Gus nodded and sniffled. “What happen to my shirt, Gus?”
Gus cringed at the sound of his dad’s voice and that he was calling him by his name and not Sonny Boy. “I got jelly on it, and I tried to wash it out. But, I put bleach in the washer with the soap. I didn’t know it would take the color out with the jelly. I’ve seen mom use it and thought I should too. I’m really sorry, Dad.”
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to control his anger that was threatening to erupt. “How did jelly get on my shirt? I left it on my bed this morning.”
“I saw it and wanted to try it on, you know to see if I looked as good as you do when you wear it. I was eating a PB&J sandwich and some jelly dropped on it while I was wearing it.” Gus explained. He had stopped crying but tears still hung on his lashes and wet his cheeks.
“Were you supposed to be in our room?” Gus shook his head, looking at the floor. Brian glanced at Justin who smiled and shrugged. Between Justin’s sympathetic smile and Gus’ tears, Brian’s anger diminished. He would punish his son, but not too severely. “Well, did you?”
Gus looked up at his dad. “Did I what?”
“Look as good as I do it the shirt?”
Gus’ mouth began to twitch. “Better.”
Justin snorted and Brian laughed. “And here I was going to let you off the hook.”
Gus gasped. “I mean, no one looks as good as you do, Dad.”
Brian smirked. “Uh-huh, nice try, Sonny Boy. No video games for the weekend.”
Gus knew he had gotten off easy. His dad had not even yelled. “Okay, Dad. I really am sorry.” He hugged Brian, who wrapped his arms around him tight.
“I love you, Sonny Boy, even though my favorite Armani shirt is now a rag.”
“I love you, too. We made your favorites for dinner.” Gus smiled.
“Trying to butter me up?”
Gus smiled. “Is it working?”
Brian chuckled. “You little shit.” He began to tickle his son.
The End
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