fic:
Buffy
Brian/Justin | R | post-513 | Fluff, Humor | ~600 words
Fic #42/50 for my fanfic50 table | Prompt: 020. Smirk
Buffy
by sakesushimaki
Emmett comments first, then Ted. Michael merely agrees, but acknowledges it all the same.
Yes, Justin has been going to the gym. Yes, he’s actually enjoying it. The compliments are an unexpected but not entirely unwelcome benefit.
The one who notices most of all, of course, is Brian. He’s also the only one who doesn’t say anything.
Justin doesn’t mind.
+
There aren’t many nights like this anymore, but occasionally, one of them still likes to get shit-faced. After ten minutes at Babylon, Justin already knows that it’s not going to be him tonight. With the way Brian is chugging his booze, he doesn’t really give Justin any choice.
When they stumble into the loft an embarrassingly short while later - well, Brian stumbles, Justin is merely forced to stumbled along - the snort-laughing starts. Justin doesn’t mind the laughing so much as the nicknames Brian comes up with during this exact stage of drunkenness.
At least tonight, having hauled Brian’s ass home early enough, there will be no witnesses.
“Do you want to take a shower?”
“Nah.”
“Okay.” Justin drops Brian off at the bed and heads to the bathroom. Just because Brian is too plastered to see the importance of a shower doesn’t mean Justin has to go to bed stinking of sweat and smoke, too.
When he comes out, Brian is still in the exact same position that he left him in.
“You alright?” he asks in passing, deciding to get Brian another bottle of water from the kitchen.
Brian’s answer is to let his body fall back on the bed and ignoring the water Justin holds over his face.
Justin sighs, puts the bottle on Brian’s night stand and walks to his side of the bed. He knows Brian’s watching him, but he doesn’t care about that at the moment.
Brian grunts before making a face. “Oh Justin, oh! Your arms are just delicious!” Brian says in his best - which isn’t very good - falsetto voice.
“Oh Justin! The sight of your biceps makes me happy in my pants!”
Justin is pretty sure that that’s not what Emmett said. Whatever. He gets into bed and watches through half-closed eyes as Brian struggles to get his clothes off before moving up the bed.
“Oh-oh Justin! I want to have your hot blond babies!”
“What the fuck is your problem?”
Brian just snorts.
Justin knows better than to expect a real answer to follow. He decides to just go to sleep. At least he seems to be spared Brian’s name giving jokes.
Justin is almost asleep when-
“I might not dislike it that you look a bit more… taut these days.”
“Oh?” It’s the first time Brian’s said so.
“I might dislike it, however, that people won’t shut up about it. And I might not be a fan of how Emmett touches you all the time.”
“Ah.” Justin wonders if Brian’s going to remember his admission in the morning. “So, you’ve noticed?”
“Of course I have.”
Justin hears sheets rustling and a moment later Brian’s hand is on him. It slides across his stomach and chest, his fingers lingering and dipping into places that weren’t as defined before.
“I like how you’re a bit more… what’s the word… buffy now.”
Shit. Justin holds his breath.
“Buffy.”
And the snort-laughing starts.
Justin sighs, wraps the pillow around his head and tries to go to sleep. He knows that there won’t be much of that for a while.
+
In the morning, or at noon, he wakes up to Brian’s mouth and tongue tracing his almost-abs. Brian mouths the skin, moaning each time the muscles beneath it twitch and diving back down.
Justin thinks about last night, or early morning, really, until fingers start tracing his stomach in place of Brian’s mouth. Justin looks down just as Brian opens his mouth around his balls.
Justin slides his fingers into Brian’s hair and thinks he’ll get used to the newest nickname.
Brian/Justin | R | post-513 | Fluff, Humor | ~600 words
Fic #42/50 for my fanfic50 table | Prompt: 020. Smirk
Buffy
by sakesushimaki
Emmett comments first, then Ted. Michael merely agrees, but acknowledges it all the same.
Yes, Justin has been going to the gym. Yes, he’s actually enjoying it. The compliments are an unexpected but not entirely unwelcome benefit.
The one who notices most of all, of course, is Brian. He’s also the only one who doesn’t say anything.
Justin doesn’t mind.
+
There aren’t many nights like this anymore, but occasionally, one of them still likes to get shit-faced. After ten minutes at Babylon, Justin already knows that it’s not going to be him tonight. With the way Brian is chugging his booze, he doesn’t really give Justin any choice.
When they stumble into the loft an embarrassingly short while later - well, Brian stumbles, Justin is merely forced to stumbled along - the snort-laughing starts. Justin doesn’t mind the laughing so much as the nicknames Brian comes up with during this exact stage of drunkenness.
At least tonight, having hauled Brian’s ass home early enough, there will be no witnesses.
“Do you want to take a shower?”
“Nah.”
“Okay.” Justin drops Brian off at the bed and heads to the bathroom. Just because Brian is too plastered to see the importance of a shower doesn’t mean Justin has to go to bed stinking of sweat and smoke, too.
When he comes out, Brian is still in the exact same position that he left him in.
“You alright?” he asks in passing, deciding to get Brian another bottle of water from the kitchen.
Brian’s answer is to let his body fall back on the bed and ignoring the water Justin holds over his face.
Justin sighs, puts the bottle on Brian’s night stand and walks to his side of the bed. He knows Brian’s watching him, but he doesn’t care about that at the moment.
Brian grunts before making a face. “Oh Justin, oh! Your arms are just delicious!” Brian says in his best - which isn’t very good - falsetto voice.
“Oh Justin! The sight of your biceps makes me happy in my pants!”
Justin is pretty sure that that’s not what Emmett said. Whatever. He gets into bed and watches through half-closed eyes as Brian struggles to get his clothes off before moving up the bed.
“Oh-oh Justin! I want to have your hot blond babies!”
“What the fuck is your problem?”
Brian just snorts.
Justin knows better than to expect a real answer to follow. He decides to just go to sleep. At least he seems to be spared Brian’s name giving jokes.
Justin is almost asleep when-
“I might not dislike it that you look a bit more… taut these days.”
“Oh?” It’s the first time Brian’s said so.
“I might dislike it, however, that people won’t shut up about it. And I might not be a fan of how Emmett touches you all the time.”
“Ah.” Justin wonders if Brian’s going to remember his admission in the morning. “So, you’ve noticed?”
“Of course I have.”
Justin hears sheets rustling and a moment later Brian’s hand is on him. It slides across his stomach and chest, his fingers lingering and dipping into places that weren’t as defined before.
“I like how you’re a bit more… what’s the word… buffy now.”
Shit. Justin holds his breath.
“Buffy.”
And the snort-laughing starts.
Justin sighs, wraps the pillow around his head and tries to go to sleep. He knows that there won’t be much of that for a while.
+
In the morning, or at noon, he wakes up to Brian’s mouth and tongue tracing his almost-abs. Brian mouths the skin, moaning each time the muscles beneath it twitch and diving back down.
Justin thinks about last night, or early morning, really, until fingers start tracing his stomach in place of Brian’s mouth. Justin looks down just as Brian opens his mouth around his balls.
Justin slides his fingers into Brian’s hair and thinks he’ll get used to the newest nickname.