long time no see: fic post!
Side Effects
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Genre: fluff, schmoop
Timeframe: Season 4, 409 Gapfiller
Prompt: "hand holding" prompt @ promptmesomeqaf
A/N: for Rin. <3 This is what you get for posting cute prompts! :x
Side Effects
by Sake
A week after the last round of radiation, Brian goes out to celebrate. In an homage to life and health, he wants to poison his body with alcohol.
Justin’s allowed to come. Brian decides that he deserves a celebration, as well.
He deposits Justin at a small corner table at Woody’s before heading to the bar and returning with a tablet full of whiskey shots. He lines them up in a neat row.
“I see you brought some friends.”
Brian nods, picks up the first glass and tells it, “Thank you for coming” before knocking it back.
Justin just laughs at him (and his friends).
Brian’s downed his fifth shot when he realizes that Justin doesn’t plan to get shit-faced with him.
Brian decides that Justin is sneaky. He’s only allowed to stay because he draws funny things on the napkins.
“Not to be an enabler or anything, but if you don’t start drinking soon, I’m not ever fucking you again.”
“Yeah, sure.”
That joke would’ve been funny if it weren’t for the fact that Brian can’t even remember the last time they did anything other than sleep in his bed. Until a couple of days ago, he didn’t even think about sex. He was too busy barfing up soup and toast and just feeling miserable and exhausted.
The doc told him that in time, everything should function normally again. Brian decided to believe that.
Now he wonders if Justin’s going to be around long enough to find out with him.
Brian ignores the feeling in his stomach and chases more whiskey down his throat.
He doesn’t plan it, but when he throws a quick glance at Justin, his eyes kind of stay there. The lighting gives his hair a dark quality, the blond absorbing this light rather than reflecting it like it does usually.
Brian squints at Justin’s head suspiciously. He remembers a night a couple of weeks ago when he lay awake and actually wondered whether Justin’s hair might have magic qualities. When burying his nose in it was the only thing eliminating the stench of puke that haunted him even after the tenth tumbler of mouthwash, he almost believed it.
His eyes shift down to the napkin Justin is working on. It’s turning out to be some sort of pattern. It looks psychedelic, but also smooth and calming.
Brian accepted a while ago that with Justin, one is bound to get their adjectives jumbled.
“You feelin’ okay?”
“Huh?” Brian blinks.
Justin puts his artwork aside. “You looked kind of gone just now. But also like you’re uncomfortable.”
“I…” Brian’s stomach gives a twist.
Damn it.
Brian ends up getting not nearly as drunk as he planned. It’s his fifth day in a row without puking and he has to agree with Justin when he says, “You don’t wanna be breaking that record just yet.”
Outside, the air is crisp and Brian instantly feels better. He watches Justin adjust his scarf and thinks that it might not be the worst thing to hold his hand on the way to the car.
Justin’s cell phone rings then and Brian has no chance to expand on that idea.
“Theodore, this is ridiculous,” he decides five minutes later.
“Look, Brian, I know this comes as an inconvenience to you, but it specifically says here not to operate machinery or drive after taking this medication.”
Justin smiles at Ted. “Don’t worry, it’s no problem.”
“Why can’t he drive?” Brian motions at Emmett.
“Because I can’t drive a stick.”
The joke is too easy. “Whatever.”
A short while later, they’re all sitting in Ted’s five-seater breeder mobile with Justin navigating the 9pm streets. The Vette has to spend the night in one of Kinnetik’s storage spaces.
Brian scoffs at the beige interior a couple of times but he also laughs at Ted’s slapstick story.
“Are you drunk?” Ted asks from the backseat at one point.
“Not enough.”
“Touchy subject,” Justin says. “He actually planned to get completely plastered and this is how far he got.”
“What a tragedy.”
“Meh.”
“So, anyway,” Ted continues. “I finally have the courage to give this guy my business card and guess what.”
“What!”
“I accidentally cut him with the card edge and he starts bleeding.”
“Oh no.”
“The good thing was that I actually had a band aid in my wallet and we ended up talking a couple more minutes while I put it on him.”
Brian chuckles. “Smooth, Theodore. Very smooth.”
At the next traffic light, Ted and Emmett are busy deciding which ingredients to bring to Debbie’s fondue the next day while Brian stares at the sidewalk. He’s been watching it pass by them in an endless string and is surprised at its sudden stillness. He’s not sure he likes it. Or his lightly drunk stage.
Justin puts his hand on his thigh. “How’s your stomach?”
Brian turns to look at him. “It’s fine.”
“Okay,” Justin says and puts his hand back on the gear stick.
Brian watches him and waits until they’ve reached a steady driving speed again. When they have, he reaches over, grabs Justin’s hand and presses his mouth to it. After, he drops their hands to his thigh.
He decides he doesn’t care that the chatter in the back has halted and instead thinks about when Justin will have to change gears again.
He decides that there is life after the hellish cycle of hospitals, sickness and exhaustion. Life where sickness is a slightly upset stomach after too much booze and where exhaustion is friends who are incapable of checking medication info.
And if Justin and his magic hair want to stick around for that, then Brian doesn’t mind.
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Genre: fluff, schmoop
Timeframe: Season 4, 409 Gapfiller
Prompt: "hand holding" prompt @ promptmesomeqaf
A/N: for Rin. <3 This is what you get for posting cute prompts! :x
Side Effects
by Sake
A week after the last round of radiation, Brian goes out to celebrate. In an homage to life and health, he wants to poison his body with alcohol.
Justin’s allowed to come. Brian decides that he deserves a celebration, as well.
He deposits Justin at a small corner table at Woody’s before heading to the bar and returning with a tablet full of whiskey shots. He lines them up in a neat row.
“I see you brought some friends.”
Brian nods, picks up the first glass and tells it, “Thank you for coming” before knocking it back.
Justin just laughs at him (and his friends).
Brian’s downed his fifth shot when he realizes that Justin doesn’t plan to get shit-faced with him.
Brian decides that Justin is sneaky. He’s only allowed to stay because he draws funny things on the napkins.
“Not to be an enabler or anything, but if you don’t start drinking soon, I’m not ever fucking you again.”
“Yeah, sure.”
That joke would’ve been funny if it weren’t for the fact that Brian can’t even remember the last time they did anything other than sleep in his bed. Until a couple of days ago, he didn’t even think about sex. He was too busy barfing up soup and toast and just feeling miserable and exhausted.
The doc told him that in time, everything should function normally again. Brian decided to believe that.
Now he wonders if Justin’s going to be around long enough to find out with him.
Brian ignores the feeling in his stomach and chases more whiskey down his throat.
He doesn’t plan it, but when he throws a quick glance at Justin, his eyes kind of stay there. The lighting gives his hair a dark quality, the blond absorbing this light rather than reflecting it like it does usually.
Brian squints at Justin’s head suspiciously. He remembers a night a couple of weeks ago when he lay awake and actually wondered whether Justin’s hair might have magic qualities. When burying his nose in it was the only thing eliminating the stench of puke that haunted him even after the tenth tumbler of mouthwash, he almost believed it.
His eyes shift down to the napkin Justin is working on. It’s turning out to be some sort of pattern. It looks psychedelic, but also smooth and calming.
Brian accepted a while ago that with Justin, one is bound to get their adjectives jumbled.
“You feelin’ okay?”
“Huh?” Brian blinks.
Justin puts his artwork aside. “You looked kind of gone just now. But also like you’re uncomfortable.”
“I…” Brian’s stomach gives a twist.
Damn it.
Brian ends up getting not nearly as drunk as he planned. It’s his fifth day in a row without puking and he has to agree with Justin when he says, “You don’t wanna be breaking that record just yet.”
Outside, the air is crisp and Brian instantly feels better. He watches Justin adjust his scarf and thinks that it might not be the worst thing to hold his hand on the way to the car.
Justin’s cell phone rings then and Brian has no chance to expand on that idea.
“Theodore, this is ridiculous,” he decides five minutes later.
“Look, Brian, I know this comes as an inconvenience to you, but it specifically says here not to operate machinery or drive after taking this medication.”
Justin smiles at Ted. “Don’t worry, it’s no problem.”
“Why can’t he drive?” Brian motions at Emmett.
“Because I can’t drive a stick.”
The joke is too easy. “Whatever.”
A short while later, they’re all sitting in Ted’s five-seater breeder mobile with Justin navigating the 9pm streets. The Vette has to spend the night in one of Kinnetik’s storage spaces.
Brian scoffs at the beige interior a couple of times but he also laughs at Ted’s slapstick story.
“Are you drunk?” Ted asks from the backseat at one point.
“Not enough.”
“Touchy subject,” Justin says. “He actually planned to get completely plastered and this is how far he got.”
“What a tragedy.”
“Meh.”
“So, anyway,” Ted continues. “I finally have the courage to give this guy my business card and guess what.”
“What!”
“I accidentally cut him with the card edge and he starts bleeding.”
“Oh no.”
“The good thing was that I actually had a band aid in my wallet and we ended up talking a couple more minutes while I put it on him.”
Brian chuckles. “Smooth, Theodore. Very smooth.”
At the next traffic light, Ted and Emmett are busy deciding which ingredients to bring to Debbie’s fondue the next day while Brian stares at the sidewalk. He’s been watching it pass by them in an endless string and is surprised at its sudden stillness. He’s not sure he likes it. Or his lightly drunk stage.
Justin puts his hand on his thigh. “How’s your stomach?”
Brian turns to look at him. “It’s fine.”
“Okay,” Justin says and puts his hand back on the gear stick.
Brian watches him and waits until they’ve reached a steady driving speed again. When they have, he reaches over, grabs Justin’s hand and presses his mouth to it. After, he drops their hands to his thigh.
He decides he doesn’t care that the chatter in the back has halted and instead thinks about when Justin will have to change gears again.
He decides that there is life after the hellish cycle of hospitals, sickness and exhaustion. Life where sickness is a slightly upset stomach after too much booze and where exhaustion is friends who are incapable of checking medication info.
And if Justin and his magic hair want to stick around for that, then Brian doesn’t mind.