OMG is it still Cuddle Day?
It’s Not Cuddling If
Brian/Justin | schmoop | written for the B/J Cuddle Day
A/N: Last-Minute fic for the (IJ-powered) B/J Cuddle Theme Day, totally unedited. I couldn't just let this opportunity, this call even, to write cuddle schmoop pass me by! (I'm not too late, am I? It's still Cuddle Day, right? RIGHT?!)
It’s Not Cuddling If
by Sake
“Cuddling is for breeders who’ve become too bored with each other to fuck,” Brian tells Emmett.
Emmett gapes, then turns to look at Justin.
“Don’t look at me. I actually agree with him on this one, basically.”
“Wha…? But you two-”
“Leave it, Em,” Michael says. “There’s no point.”
“Is there ever?!” Emmett throws his arms in the air and leaves to join Ted at the pool table.
Brian thinks he hears Michael mumble something resembling ”hypocrite” when he gets up, too. He decides to beat him up some other time, when Justin is not sucking kisses into his neck.
They’re just not cuddlers. Emmett and Mikey will just have to deal with that.
I.
It’s not like Justin actually misses nights in front of the TV, but when they happen, occasionally, he usually ends up enjoying them. And when he feels food-horny enough and makes a trip to the corner store for Doritos and Snickers ice cream, he ends up enjoying them even more.
Lying on the sofa like this, his head resting sideways on one bigger and one smaller pillow, he is in the perfect angle and distance to both watching the screen and reaching into the Doritos bag.
At the next commercial, he throws a quick glance at his phone. Daphne is such a bitch. She always yammers about him not responding to her ever-important texts and then when he does, even though he hates typing on his phone, she doesn’t reply anymore. So fucking annoying.
The phone also tells him that it’s past 10 pm.
After some bigger fuck-up with an important client last week, Brian has been working crazy hours. They left almost at the same time together this morning, which means that Brian has been at the office for a good 13 hours now.
Just then the door slides open and after the initial surprise, Justin relaxes. Brian is typically in a bad mood these days and just wants to get in the shower, wash the day away, and go to sleep. Justin stays where he is and continues watching that stupid show that’s on. He’s glad Brian’s home but that doesn’t mean he wants to be subjected to his mood. He also can’t motivate himself to get up and grab the remote to switch channels.
The footsteps towards the bedroom halt and Justin frowns. A moment later, they start up again, but they sound different.
Brian appears at the end of the sofa.
“Hey,” Justin says, hand still in the Doritos bag.
Brian looks at him a bit strangely and starts kicking off his shoes.
Justin finds that kind of alarming. He doesn’t have time to dwell on it, though, because Brian starts crawling on the sofa, over Justin, and then just lies down on top of him. He stays there, unmoving.
Justin really has no other choice but to turn his head back to the TV, continue eating Doritos, and stroking Brian’s back under his suit jacket with the other hand.
Justin keeps watching the stupid channel and thinks that it can’t be cuddling if someone just drops down and passes out on top of you.
II.
“You don’t understand!”
Justin hears Brian slam the door shut but he’s already on his way to the bathroom.
“I do understand!” Brian yells back. “I understand that you’d rather bitch around all day than try and do something about it!”
“Oh look who’s talking!” Justin yanks his shirt over his head and tosses it on the bed. “You get pissed about every fucking thing and then treat people like shit over, I don’t know,…” The stupidgoddamn zipper of his pants doesn’t work quite right. “Over a wrong font size!”
“That’s different.”
“No, it’s not! So if I want to be pissed and bitch around for a day over that stupid asshat grading me with a D for a project I worked my ass off for, then I’m damn well going to be!”
Justin doesn’t hear whatever else Brian says because he turns on the shower. When he comes out, Brian is on the computer, still fully dressed. Justin wonders if he’s going to go out again. If he’s going to go get his dick sucked, by someone who doesn’t bitch at him for forgetting his lemon bar on the counter or reminding him of his allergy check-up.
Justin slides on some sweatpants and plods down to the kitchen. He eats his fourth cup of pudding that day - it still tastes great - and is just generally angry at everything. His eyes follow Brian’s every move as he shuts down the computer, goes up into the bedroom, undresses, and then slides into bed.
Justin checks the fridge for a fifth cup of pudding - which he already knows is not there because it was a fourpack - and butts his head against the door when he comes up empty.
He decides to just stay there for a bit. The cool metal feels good.
After a while, he pushes himself away and walks up into the bedroom.
He stands at the foot of the bed and waits till Brian looks at him. He bites his lip. “I’m going to talk to the professor on Monday and ask him what I can do to improve my grade.”
Brian nods and folds back the blanket.
Justin starts crawling and lies down half on top of Brian, his knee wedged between Brian’s, his head tucked into his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” Brian asks.
“Can you please just… not talk?”
Brian doesn’t and Justin thinks that it can’t be cuddling if there’s a speaking ban in place.
III.
Somehow Justin managed to convince Brian not to go down and pound on the super’s door at 3am. He is quite proud of this achievement.
He also hopes that by morning, logic will tell Brian that no part of the fancy thermostat he had installed last year not working is the super’s fault. Time will tell. Right now, though, he has to deal with Brian’s angry muttering and with wearing clothes in bed.
“Come on, let’s get closer. It’ll help,” Justin says and slides towards Brian, arms winding around him. Brian mutters some more but reciprocates and Justin instantly feels warmer. Even a bit more so, when Brian presses a kiss into his hair.
Justin pushes closer and thinks that it can’t be cuddling if it could cause hypothermia not to cuddle.
He also thinks he knows what Emmett and Michael were thinking.
He’s pretty sure that Brian and he are full of shit.
Brian/Justin | schmoop | written for the B/J Cuddle Day
A/N: Last-Minute fic for the (IJ-powered) B/J Cuddle Theme Day, totally unedited. I couldn't just let this opportunity, this call even, to write cuddle schmoop pass me by! (I'm not too late, am I? It's still Cuddle Day, right? RIGHT?!)
It’s Not Cuddling If
by Sake
“Cuddling is for breeders who’ve become too bored with each other to fuck,” Brian tells Emmett.
Emmett gapes, then turns to look at Justin.
“Don’t look at me. I actually agree with him on this one, basically.”
“Wha…? But you two-”
“Leave it, Em,” Michael says. “There’s no point.”
“Is there ever?!” Emmett throws his arms in the air and leaves to join Ted at the pool table.
Brian thinks he hears Michael mumble something resembling ”hypocrite” when he gets up, too. He decides to beat him up some other time, when Justin is not sucking kisses into his neck.
They’re just not cuddlers. Emmett and Mikey will just have to deal with that.
I.
It’s not like Justin actually misses nights in front of the TV, but when they happen, occasionally, he usually ends up enjoying them. And when he feels food-horny enough and makes a trip to the corner store for Doritos and Snickers ice cream, he ends up enjoying them even more.
Lying on the sofa like this, his head resting sideways on one bigger and one smaller pillow, he is in the perfect angle and distance to both watching the screen and reaching into the Doritos bag.
At the next commercial, he throws a quick glance at his phone. Daphne is such a bitch. She always yammers about him not responding to her ever-important texts and then when he does, even though he hates typing on his phone, she doesn’t reply anymore. So fucking annoying.
The phone also tells him that it’s past 10 pm.
After some bigger fuck-up with an important client last week, Brian has been working crazy hours. They left almost at the same time together this morning, which means that Brian has been at the office for a good 13 hours now.
Just then the door slides open and after the initial surprise, Justin relaxes. Brian is typically in a bad mood these days and just wants to get in the shower, wash the day away, and go to sleep. Justin stays where he is and continues watching that stupid show that’s on. He’s glad Brian’s home but that doesn’t mean he wants to be subjected to his mood. He also can’t motivate himself to get up and grab the remote to switch channels.
The footsteps towards the bedroom halt and Justin frowns. A moment later, they start up again, but they sound different.
Brian appears at the end of the sofa.
“Hey,” Justin says, hand still in the Doritos bag.
Brian looks at him a bit strangely and starts kicking off his shoes.
Justin finds that kind of alarming. He doesn’t have time to dwell on it, though, because Brian starts crawling on the sofa, over Justin, and then just lies down on top of him. He stays there, unmoving.
Justin really has no other choice but to turn his head back to the TV, continue eating Doritos, and stroking Brian’s back under his suit jacket with the other hand.
Justin keeps watching the stupid channel and thinks that it can’t be cuddling if someone just drops down and passes out on top of you.
II.
“You don’t understand!”
Justin hears Brian slam the door shut but he’s already on his way to the bathroom.
“I do understand!” Brian yells back. “I understand that you’d rather bitch around all day than try and do something about it!”
“Oh look who’s talking!” Justin yanks his shirt over his head and tosses it on the bed. “You get pissed about every fucking thing and then treat people like shit over, I don’t know,…” The stupidgoddamn zipper of his pants doesn’t work quite right. “Over a wrong font size!”
“That’s different.”
“No, it’s not! So if I want to be pissed and bitch around for a day over that stupid asshat grading me with a D for a project I worked my ass off for, then I’m damn well going to be!”
Justin doesn’t hear whatever else Brian says because he turns on the shower. When he comes out, Brian is on the computer, still fully dressed. Justin wonders if he’s going to go out again. If he’s going to go get his dick sucked, by someone who doesn’t bitch at him for forgetting his lemon bar on the counter or reminding him of his allergy check-up.
Justin slides on some sweatpants and plods down to the kitchen. He eats his fourth cup of pudding that day - it still tastes great - and is just generally angry at everything. His eyes follow Brian’s every move as he shuts down the computer, goes up into the bedroom, undresses, and then slides into bed.
Justin checks the fridge for a fifth cup of pudding - which he already knows is not there because it was a fourpack - and butts his head against the door when he comes up empty.
He decides to just stay there for a bit. The cool metal feels good.
After a while, he pushes himself away and walks up into the bedroom.
He stands at the foot of the bed and waits till Brian looks at him. He bites his lip. “I’m going to talk to the professor on Monday and ask him what I can do to improve my grade.”
Brian nods and folds back the blanket.
Justin starts crawling and lies down half on top of Brian, his knee wedged between Brian’s, his head tucked into his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” Brian asks.
“Can you please just… not talk?”
Brian doesn’t and Justin thinks that it can’t be cuddling if there’s a speaking ban in place.
III.
Somehow Justin managed to convince Brian not to go down and pound on the super’s door at 3am. He is quite proud of this achievement.
He also hopes that by morning, logic will tell Brian that no part of the fancy thermostat he had installed last year not working is the super’s fault. Time will tell. Right now, though, he has to deal with Brian’s angry muttering and with wearing clothes in bed.
“Come on, let’s get closer. It’ll help,” Justin says and slides towards Brian, arms winding around him. Brian mutters some more but reciprocates and Justin instantly feels warmer. Even a bit more so, when Brian presses a kiss into his hair.
Justin pushes closer and thinks that it can’t be cuddling if it could cause hypothermia not to cuddle.
He also thinks he knows what Emmett and Michael were thinking.
He’s pretty sure that Brian and he are full of shit.