Life After the Big Time
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Author's Notes: As much as I doubt Brian and Justin would tie the knot, I wanted to avoid the details of such a union, and focus on Brian’s thoughts.
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Brian wondered if he could blame this on temporary insanity, and quickly changed his mind. His bullshit was far too transparent these days for such excuses to work. Hell, even Michael finally caught on.
Why can’t you just enjoy yourself man, and stop analyzing this shit? Even his own mind berated him for queening out. So he and Justin moved in together for the third and (hopefully) last time, and signed some papers; it didn’t mean he was dead. He tried not to dwell on last night, when Babylon patrons gave him a wide berth.
“Didn’t you hear? Kinney’s as good as married now,” one dancer warned a prospective trick. Brian winced at the memory. A year ago, maybe even two, he would have dragged the guy home and fucked his brains out in front of all and sundry to prove he wasn’t anyone’s partner. He would have delighted in seeing hurt-filled blue eyes and a flash of blond hair as his loft door slammed shut. And then he’d get crap from everybody for hurting the poor boy again.
Sometimes he thought those times were easier. Part of him even hoped that Justin would find some amazing boyfriend in California and stay there, but he knew now where that came from and how to combat it. And he knew, amazing boyfriend in California or not, his ass would have been in Los Angeles giving Justin some excuse to return to the Pitts. They didn’t spend the last five years fencing just for one of them to cave in and drop his sword.
He looked at Michael and Ben snuggling on the sofa, their ward playing Silent Hill with Justin and Jenny curled up in Michael’s lap; Deb and her detective resurrecting some ancient dance ritual from the 1950’s; Emmett fluttering about making sure everything was perfect while Ted regaled him with jokes; and Gus, all partied-out and stuffed with cake, sleeping on their bed.
He thought of Mel and Lindz and their implosion, which left them both disinclined to celebrate his happy day, and shrugged it off. He and Justin exchanged a glance; it still startled him every time Justin read his thoughts. Justin looked around the loft, also noting who was missing from their party, but he also understood how awkward it would have been if they’d shown up. Of all the relationships in his world, he never thought his and Mikey’s would be the most stable.
He supposed there came a time for all boys to grow up.
Fin
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