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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Queer_as_Folk_(US)
  Relationship:
      Brian_Kinney/Justin_Taylor
  Character:
      Debbie_Novotny, Brian_Kinney, Justin_Taylor
  Stats:
      Published: 2004-10-11 Words: 1518
****** Whatever It Takes ******
by popfly
Summary
     Gapfiller for season one, episode eleven. Brian has to do something
     drastic. For people that didn't watch the show, Justin is seventeen
     in this.
"A party?"
Deb's voice got higher every time she opened her mouth, and I was sure that
before I finally got her to leave, it was going to reach an octave that only
dogs could hear.
"Yes, a party." I set my bottle on the floor and stood. Deb stared up at me,
her eyes wet and blazing.
"How the fuck is that going to fix anything?" she asked, her hands propped on
her hips.
I put my arm around her shoulder and started moving towards the door. I was
surprised when she didn't put up a fight. "I'll invite David."
Deb stopped walking and stared up at me.
"I'll go see him, and talk to him, and I'll ask him to come to the party," I
explained slowly. "And then he and Mikey can kiss and make up."
Deb's face softened slightly, but the snap of her gum was still menacing and
one fist was still on her hip. "You really think he's going to accept an
invitation to a party that you're throwing?"
I held back a sigh and grabbed the door handle to stop from pinching the bridge
of my nose. "He'll be there, Deb. I'll take care of it." I shoved the door open
and stepped back to let her pass. Before she was over the threshold she spun
and stuck a bright red fingernail in my face.
"Don't fuck this up, Brian. If you ruin Mikey's birthday, so help me."
I dodged her finger and gave her my best sweet smile, which was difficult when
I really wanted to tell her to fuck off. "Love you too, ma."
She rolled her eyes and turned away, tightening her jacket around her before
she started down the stairs. I waited until her head disappeared around the
corner and then I pulled the door shut.
I leaned against it, the metal cold against my back even through two layers of
shirts, and then I pinched the bridge of my nose. I could feel a headache
forming already and I hadn't even really started to think about what had just
happened.
Fuck.
I strode across the floor and yanked the fridge open, grabbing a beer from the
top shelf and popping the top.
Deb had said that I was the one who fucked up Mikey's relationship with the
doc. I hadn't ever thought of it, but now that I did, I could admit to myself
that I did have a hand in it. But I had done it for Mikey. The doc wasn't right
for him, I could tell. He wasn't what Mikey needed.
I slid a cigarette from the pack on the counter and searched for a lighter,
finally touching the tip of the cigarette to flame and pulling in a lungful of
smoke.
Deb had said that I was there for Mikey "too much" and she was right about that
too. I had always been able to fall back on Mikey, and he'd always been able to
fall back on me. Maybe it was time for that to change. Like I'd said to him in
the steam room, we couldn't spend our whole fucking lives hanging out with each
other.
So I had to do something about it. And something besides getting him and the
doc back together.
I put my beer on the counter with a loud clank and grabbed the phone. I tried
to remember where I'd stuck the slip of paper with Justin's cell number on it,
and then realized that I didn't need the paper, and I jabbed at the buttons on
the phone with a little more force than was probably necessary.
He answered after two rings. "Brian?"
"Kids these days," I said, leaning back against the counter. "No fucking
manners. You're supposed to answer the phone with a hello, Sunshine."
"Hello," he replied snottily. "What's up?"
"I'm coming to pick you up."
"Brian, it's a school night."
I winced. "Christ."
"Well, you're the one that thought me living here was such a great idea."
I reached for my beer again. "Deb just left my place, I'll beat her there."
Justin hesitated on the other end and I heaved a sigh. "All right," he said
quickly. "I'll be waiting on the porch."
I hung up the phone and tossed it onto the counter.
                                     *****
I paced the floor and dictated to Justin, who, like the good student he was,
was taking extensive notes on a pad of paper.
"Balloons, we're going to need balloons." I heard the scratch of pen on paper
and continued. "And a shit-ton of liquor." I ticked things off on my fingers as
I said them. "A caterer, tables for the food and the presents, shit - a cake,
too." I rubbed my temples. I would probably need massive amounts of drugs as
well, just to survive it. I'd have to get a hold of some the next night at
Babylon.
I needed guests, too. I circled my desk and pulled out the drawer. My address
book was on top of a pile of paper clips and rubber bands, and I lifted it out,
coming back around the desk to drop the book in Justin's lap. "We're going to
need to call all of the T's."
"The T's?" He stopped his note-taking momentarily to flip through the book.
"T is for tricks," I said, sneering.
"Okay, how exactly was I supposed to know that?" He didn't look up, he just
stared at the columns of numbers. "Jesus, Brian, there are thousands of these."
He looked up at me and I just shook my head.
"And?"
He snorted through his nose and went back to reading through my book. "You
don't really expect me to call your old tricks."
"Yes, I do. I can't make all those calls myself, not in one day." I dropped
onto the couch next to him and pressed my fingertips against my eyes.
He sighed and I heard the thud as my book dropped to the floor. "Okay, what
else?"
"I need to call Tracy."
"Tracy?"
"Yeah." I had filled him in on the conversation between Deb and I in the car on
the way home, but I hadn't told him my plan for the party. "Mikey works with
her." I left it at that. I didn't want a lecture about being a heartless shit.
I didn't need to feel any worse than I already did.
I decided then that the planning session was over for the night and I reached
over and nudged the pad of paper off Justin's lap.
"Brian?"
I moved closer until our thighs were touching, and I ran my palm up the back of
his neck.
"So we're done planning then?"
"For now," I whispered against his neck, my other hand already working at the
fly of his jeans.
He didn't respond, just gasped when my fingers slid into his briefs and brushed
against his already hard cock.
I felt a sudden wave of need wash over me, need to have Justin naked and
writhing under me, need to have something to take my mind off of Deb's words,
off of Mikey, off of the things that I was planning on doing. Something easy
and mindless.
Like letting Justin push the sleeves of my shirt off of my shoulders and pull
my undershirt up over my head. Like watching as his fingers yanked at the
button-fly of my jeans and tugged them down and off.
Justin's mouth on my dick erased all thought from my head, and I relaxed
against the couch cushions, focusing on the feel of Justin's fingers gripping
my thigh and Justin's tongue circling the head of my cock.
He sucked me slow and long, taking breaks to make a wet path from the base of
my dick to the sensitive spot behind my balls and back again, or to suck gently
on the insides of my thighs, and he didn't speed up his pace until I was so
close I had to come now and I grabbed the back of his head and fucked his mouth
until my orgasm slammed into me, my hips bucking up off the couch and my eyes
squeezed shut.
He climbed up my body to press a wet kiss to my mouth and I groaned my approval
against his lips.
He pulled back and I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me.
"Did that help?"
I had to get my brain back up to speed before I really got what he was asking.
Little shit. He thought he knew so much.
"Help what?" I lifted an eyebrow and smirked, feeling for his hand. "This?" I
placed his palm over my dick, which was already getting hard again. He rolled
his eyes but laughed and stood up, pulling my to my feet.
"You're such an ass," he said, turning away.
My eyes followed him up the steps into my bedroom, but in my mind I was going
back over my plan for the party. The kid was right, I was an ass. But sometimes
I had to be.
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