I now have a new respect for Fan Fiction. I really didn't know much about it to tell you the truth. Haven't really read any either. What changed that? Queer as Folk. I watched part of this show and caught the ending episode. It felt incomplete to me so I tried my had at writing an ending that I liked better. So here is my attempt at Fan Fiction.
There will be some language and m/m sex included in this story. Another warning, if you don't want a slight clue as to how the series ended, you might not want to read on. :) Now...I hope you enjoy.
This is my first attempt at Fan Fiction and please remember that I’ve only watched the first season, two episodes of season two and the series finally. This scene takes place a couple months after Justin leaves for NY.
“Since when does Brian Kinny chase after a man?” Michael asked.
“I’m not chasing after anyone.”
“Oh no?” Michael picked up the ticket on Brian’s counter. “What do you call this?”
“A plane ticket to New York.”
“Oh, I don’t know anyone who lives in New York, do you Teddy?” Em piped in.
“Shut the fuck up. All of you. What are you doing here anyway?”
“I wanted to say it’s about damn time. You’ve been moody for months.” Michael responded.
Brian flipped him off.
“We heard you were leaving and wanted to say good bye.” Michael shrugged.
“I’m just going to New York for the weekend.” Brain said with a distracted wave as he continued to pack.
Out of the corner of his eye, Brian could see Michael look at the ticket.
Big fucking deal. So what if it’s open ended. It’s none of their damn business.
“Well I for one think it’s about time you did the chasing.” Em declared.
Brian ignored them and put his bags by the door. He knew Em was right, but that didn’t mean he had to acknowledge it. He’d spent the last week getting everything in order to move his company to New York. His house would go on the market with one call, as long as things went well when he got there. He was terrified, but he couldn’t admit that to anyone with the exception of Justin. He’d never been good at expressing his feeling, unless it was fucking. He never had a problem expressing himself through sex.
Justin was his port in any storm; it had just taken him too long to let him know that. Plus he missed that little bastard. It just wasn’t the same without him, like the colors left when Justin did.
Okay, enough of that shit.
“Out, now. I’ve got to get to the airport.”
“We’ll take you.” Michael said.
“Whatever. Let’s just get going.”
The four friends left and Brian looked back at his loft for the last time.
* * *
Brian wiped the palms of his hands on his blue jeans. He’d never been this nervous before.
“Fuck this” he whispered and knocked on the door.
It opened and he had to stop himself from smiling. There he was, Justin. Not much had changed. Of course it’d only been a couple months. He had paint on his clothes. Brian reached out and brushed his fingers over the paint smudged on Justin’s chin.
Justin’s face lit up, “Brian, what are you doing here?”
Brian couldn’t help himself. He pulled Justin to him and kissed him. God he’d missed this. The taste of Justin was like none other. He pushed Justin away before things got out of control.
“We need to talk.” Brian stated.
Justin moved back into the apartment, “Sure, come in.”
Brian looked around, “Nice place you got here.”
“It’s nothing like your place, but I call it home.” Justin gestured toward the couch. “So, what’s up?” Justin sat down next to Brian.
It had been too long. He need more of Justin and pulled him onto his lap and nuzzled his face into Justin’s neck.
It was time he manned up and said something first.
“God I missed you. Missed this.” He whispered.
“What’s going on Brian?”
He took a deep breath and went for it.
“I want to move here, to New York, to be with you. I’ve found a building on line for my offices. I just have to sign the paper work. The loft is ready to go up for sale at any time. What do you say? You got room here for me?”
Justin turned on his lap to straddle him, “What took you so fucking long?”
Brian shut him up by kissing him. They reached for each other shirts, tearing at their clothes. They couldn’t get them off fast enough.
“Condoms?” Brian asked.
“Shit. I don’t have any? You?”
Brian rummaged in his pants looking for his wallet. The box he had was in his bag and he wasn’t about to quite to go find them.
“Thank God.” Brian said when found one.
Justin stood up and reached for Brian, leading him to the bedroom.
No more words were needed.
Brian kissed Justin. He wrapped all his love into the kiss. He never wanted to be without this again. The two stood by the bed and finished undressing. Brian ran his hands over Justin’s body, relearning every curve of his body. The tumbled into the bed. Justin on all fours in front of him was more then he could take. He wet his fingers to loosen his lover’s hole. Justin groaned when Brian hit his sweet spot. He kept going until he was three fingers deep.
“Now Brian. Fuck me now.” Justin panted.
Brian gloved his cock and slowly entered his lover’s body. Justin placed his forehead on the bed and groaned.
“Yess….” Brian hissed. This was what he needed. What he craved.
Brian reached around and grabbed Justin’s dick. Stroking it in time with his thrust. He wanted to feel him come on his cock.
Faster and faster he thrust until he had Justin’s come coating his fingers. That was all it took for him to spend his load. Brian rested on Justin’s back for a second before the fell together. He pulled Justin to him and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.
They laid there for a second, catching their breath before Justin spoke.
“Are you sure Brian?”
“I’m sure Justin. I want it all. I love you. I ached without. Fuck this is hard for me.”
“I know Brain. I know.” Justin whispered against his lips.
The two drifted to sleep with their future ready for the taking. Together. How it always should have been.