Title: Briefly Yours
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: Queer as Folk
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)
Author’s Note: Takes place during the episode 301. Justin’s POV.
It all happens so quickly: Brian draws back his fist and punches Michael in the face. Shouts erupt, filled with worry and shock. They tell him to leave, all giving him accusing looks. Brian looks confused, and then walks away, all those eyes still shooting daggers at his back.
I look after him, waiting him to look at me. Even a glance… But he doesn’t, and instead of waiting to see what happens next, I turn around and leave as well.
I’m not stupid. I may not have heard what Mikey said, but it doesn’t require much thought to figure it out. I want to go after Brian, to feel his arms around me – mine around him – and make him feel better. Because I know he did this for me. He hit Michael, his best friend, someone he has known since long before I came around. I want to go after Brian and say that it’s ok; that we’re ok. But that would only take me back to the situation from which I had just escaped.
If I went back to Brian, I wouldn’t leave.
As we walk, Ethan takes my hand, and I feel terribly guilty. I like him, I really do. Perhaps I don’t love him – not the way I still love Brian – but I care about him too much to ruin us now.
How funny it sounds. For once, I’m free to think like that. This was never the case with Brian, even if I liked to think so times… But that was only a dream. A kid’s dream of love and happiness. Commitment.
I will have what I want with Ethan.
Brian will have what he wants with the rest of the world as his to fuck.
So why do I feel downcast all of a sudden? As if I’ve lost something important – vital… Something I want back.