Queer as Folk - MM - G

Prompt: Michael/Brian - sunset

Michael stood at the loft window, looking out and watching as the sun set, with Brian next to him. He turned to glance at his friend, seeing his friend standing with his back against the wall, his eyes closed as he took a drag from his joint. "Have you ever noticed how each and every sunset is different. No two are exactly the same. Each morning the sunrise is like that too. The colors can't be duplicated. How they fall and how the rays of light hit ... you just can't see it happening twice in just the same way.

Brian opened his eyes, chuckling a little as he passed the joint to Michael. "Only you, Mikey."

Michael took the offered joint, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, Bri. You can't tell me you've never watched a sunset and noticed the same thing." He took a drag before handing it back to his friend.

Brian shrugged his shoulders, pushing away from the wall. He directed his gaze towards the setting sun, trying to see what Michael saw, but he couldn't. It was just another sunset. All it did for him was signal that another day was coming to an end. Nothing more. If he was another person, an artist like Justin, maybe he'd see it.

"Mikey. Mikey. I'm not Justin. I don't see colors like him. I'll leave that to you two." Brian wrapped his arm around Michael's neck, leading him away from the window. "Babylon?"

Michael sighed, shaking his head. "Yeah ..."

Queer as Folk drabble - MM - PG

These two are so easy to write for me. I can't believe I got sucked back into fan fiction!

Prompt: Brian/Justin - Crayon

Brian glanced over at the table Justin had all his art supplies on. He had gone to bed without cleaning up after a long night working. He raised an eyebrow, reaching up to loosen his tie as he walked over to the table, picking up a crayon. What in the hell? Why was he using crayons? Was he in elementary school all over again? A small smirk formed on his lips as he glanced over at the bed, seeing Justin laying there with his naked back exposed to his view.

Brian stripped down to nothing before walking over to the bed, carrying that very crayon he had picked up. He sat on the bed, trying to be quiet so he didn't awaken Justin from his slumber. He lowered his hand to Justin's back, writing quickly and in big letters, MINE.

Lifting the crayon, he admired his own artwork. Justin would be oh so proud of him. The thought made him want to chuckle, but he remained silent. Justin would see it in the morning for sure.

Queer as Folk - MM - Strong R

I know its been awhile since my last post in here. Been working on some current WIP's that I'm hoping to submit places. Some material longer than most of the stories I post here. I also know I'm posting a quite of bit of fan fiction right now, but that isn't my main focus. I just don't like posting excerpts from current WIP's publically, so chances of publication aren't diminished.

Title: Please Don't
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Season 5 Spoiler Warning
Rating: Strong R - implied sex

Please don't. Those two words kept echoing in his mind. Don't what? Don't go? Don't leave him. Don't stop loving him. Don't forget him. all those and more kept jumping through hoops in his mind. He could open his mouth and let them out into the world, but that just wasn't his style. That just wasn't how he operated.

He wouldn't stop Justin from leaving for New York City. He knew the kid was destined for more than this, more than him and what he could offer him. Justin didn't want to be someone's Prince locked up away from the world. Justin had a talent some would kill to have, and he had to use it. He couldn't allow it to go to waste.

Justin was destined for more, and he would let him go to find it. What was that saying he heard, if you let something go and it comes back to you, it was really meant to be. Some shit like that anyway. He wasn't one to remember quotes. That was Justin's thing. Not his.

He watched as Justin finished packing. A flight set for that night, and he was flying away. Away from him. Would Justin even consider staying if he uttered those two words that even now played through his mind.

No.

Justin's mind was set, and once his mind was set, he was fairly stubborn about changing his mind. As was he, so he could understand Justin's stubborn behavior.

Brian stood there, watching this man prepare to walk out of his life, and all he wanted to say was please don't. He stayed silent though, pulling the younger man to him for a kiss when it came time. A kiss long and bittersweet with the words good-bye present in every slide of tongue, in every moan. Their bodies moving to the bed and laying across it together, bodies moving together in a long set rhythm.

Brian opening his eyes when it was all done and he was alone. He poured himself a drink and sat on the bed, those words finally falling from his lips. "Please don't ..."

Queer as Folk - MM - G

Short post Episode 13 ficlet written in response to a challenge at slash the drabble

Title: The email
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Warning: Season 5 warning ; post Episode XIII

Disclaimer: Characters not mine.

Brian sat at his desk, papers spread out before him, his laptop open with some report Ted said he needed to look at as soon as possible. As soon as possible to him was different than it was to Ted. He'd get to it when he was damn good and ready. He heard the ding on his laptop that told him a new email had arrived, and he glanced over at the screen, lowering the papers in his hand as he reached over and clicked the screen to bring up the email up.

At least Justin had been doing reasonably well about keeping in touch. An email seemed to pop up every few days, telling him everything he needed to know about Justin's adventures in New York City. The kid seemed to be doing okay for himself. Then again he always had.

All these years, Justin had watched Brian, staying by his side on and off, just off stage, in the wings. Now it was Justin's turn to shine. He always knew Justin had it. He just had to go out and grab it. Which he had.

Brian really didn't know if Justin would come back to him one day. It could happen. Anything was possible. Hell, he'd asked the kid to marry him, and who had thought that would happen? Not a soul. He could just imagine the faces on his friend's when they heard the news.

Of course the wedding hadn't happened, and the kid was off trying to be some famous artist, but he still emailed him. Brian glanced at the screen again, having forgotten to actually read the email when his thoughts had taken over his mind. A small smile appeared on his face as he read the three words on the screen.

I love you.

Queer as Folk - Finale Based - Spoiler Warning - MM - PG

A short fic based on the characters from Queer as Folk and the finale. These characters are not mine. Just playing with them a little, expanding on one of the final scenes of this show.

Justin stood at the edge of the bed, watching as Brian slept. He had somehow been able to slip out unnoticed by the other man. He almost wanted wake him up, get one more kiss before he left. This decision had been so sudden. His gazed around the loft. He had been so much time here, living here, loving here. He'd miss it.

Most of all, he'd miss the man sprawled so casually across the bed on his stomach. Justin reached out his hand, wanting to reach out to feel Brian's bare skin, but he stopped himself. He really didn't want to wake him up. It'd be easier if he just left now in the quiet of the night. Leave for a whole new life in New York City.

No matter what he did or who he was with in the future, one thing was for certain, this man, Brian Kinney, had left his mark forever on him. This man had taught him so much since that first night they met. He had been seventeen, young, reckless, and naive. This man became God to him. In the end, he was just a man though. A man like any other man, except that he lived by his own rules. He lived on his own and he didn't give a fuck about anything or anyone, or so he liked people to think.

Brian Kinney did have a heart, and somehow he knew he had made his way in it. Now everything had changed. They would be apart, but even with the distance, one fact remained. They had loved. He gazed down at the bed one final time before shaking his head and taking a step back. If he waited any longer he'd be late for his flight. He turned and picked up his bags, leaving the loft and the man he loved behind.


Brian opened his eyes as he heard Justin turn away from him. He hadn't been sleeping this entire time. He had felt Justin's eyes on him, and he had laid their silent, allowing the younger man to watch him. He could have opened his eyes, said one last good-bye, but the thought of doing that pained him. He didn't want Justin's last memory of him to be sad. He wanted Justin to go off to New York City without any regrets.

Letting him go was probably the hardest thing he had ever had to do in his life, but he knew in order for them to both be happy, they had to do this. They had to go their own ways. Justin wasn't meant to stay here and live this life with him. Justin had always been destined for more, and he didn't want to be the one to hold him back.

They could still see each other, but something told him this was the end. This was it. They would go their separate ways, and never return together. They could at some point, but deep down he wondered if that was even possible. Maybe someday.

Brian pushed himself off the bed, his eyes gazing around the loft. So many memories here. So many ... He shook his head, moving to pull on his pants. He couldn't lay around here getting all depressed, but the fact of the matter was he didn't know what to do with himself now. The loft was quiet. Even quieter than normal. Almost as if the place knew Sunshine was gone. Perhaps it did. They had both made their mark on this place.

Justin was gone. Those words kept going over and over in his mind as he stayed standing there. How quickly things changed.

Prompt response - M/M - PG

A response to the prompt How long? on the slashthedrabble community on livejournal. A short 300 word ficlet based off Queer as Folk and this season. I don't own these characters. I'm just playing with them.


Justin’s hand worked fast as it drew across what had been a blank page just moments before. His mind raced as fast as his hand worked. How long had he waited for this? For the moment Brian said he loved him. He honestly never thought it would happen, but it had. There they had stood just outside the burned building that housed Babylon until the bomb had gone off.

The bombing had changed everything. It had changed him, Brian, every single one of their friends. Michael had been hurt. Melanie and Lindsay had lost a close friend, and they were talking about moving to Canada. The change within Brian was so drastic though. Marriage? Getting married? Brian Kinney didn’t do marriage. He liked to fuck whatever gay man that moved. That fact had been clear since they met five years ago.

Now Brian had gone off and bought a house in the middle of nowhere, and he wanted to settle down. He even had started talking about Gus and them raising him. Of course he said yes the second time Brian asked him to marry him. He’d have been stupid not to. All this, he had wanted so long, but he knew there was a good chance that none of it would happen.

Did he like this new Brian? This new man a result of the bombing, even if he himself hadn’t been there when it happened? He wasn’t sure. He loved the man he’d been with over the last five years. This new man would take some getting used to. Hey, at least the sex was great. Justin lifted his hand from the page, his eyes gazing down on a scene of him and Brian making love in front of the fireplace of their new home. That never changed.

Dark and Desirable - M/F

A little snippet I wrote for the Erotic Romance Writer's Forum's Dark and Desirable contest.

The only thing she could see of him in the darkness of the room were his eyes. They shined an odd yellowish green color just a few feet from where she stood. His breathing the only sound she could hear, his panting breaths slowing with each moment that passed. She had known him for years, had wanted just as long, but she’s never known this side of him before. He hadn’t allowed her to see it.

She stepped closer, no fear within her as she began to see the outline of his form. Hair covering from head to toe, the light of the moon glistening off his fangs. She stopped just inches in front of him, gasping when his hand lifted. The first time fear entering her since she had followed him into this room. Her heart stopped for a moment.

Would he rip her to shreds with his claws? She stood there waiting for him to move and she let out the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding when his hand rested on her cheek for just a moment before he turned and ran from the room. She still wanted him, not like this, but she wanted the man she knew lie just underneath the surface. That would never change.

Peace: Challenge prompt response: Non-erotic

A little snippet based off the prompts offered over at musemuggers


She wasn't the brightest star in the cluster, but she did know when someone was attempting to pull the wool over her eyes. Forward and back. Back and forth. The thoughts kept playing over in her mind. Could it be possible? Was he trying to screw her over. This person who had been her best friend since they both entered the world some twenty years ago. Did he really expect her to believe him when he said he hasn’t done anything against her? He hadn’t gone behind her back to another mutual friend, spilling out all of her secrets. The secrets she had only trusted him with.

She paced the length of the small room, chewing ever so slightly on her bottom lip. Could he betray her in such a manner. He never had before. What made him do so now? Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him standing in the doorway, her pacing not stopping as she lifted her hand to wave him off without a word.

“Are you mad?”

Good question. Was she? Did feel anger over his actions. She could honestly say that wasn’t the emotion most prevalent in her mind. If anything she felt so much more. Hurt, betrayal. Disappointment. These emotions played on her mind. Not anger. Her voice soft, she finally stopped her movement, her head turning to gaze upon her friend. “No ...”

Her friend took a step closer, encouraged by the whispered utterance that fell from her lips. “Then what?”

She stepped back with a shake of her head. “I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it. Just go. Leave me.” She turned her back towards him, resuming her pacing.

“Never will I leave you, but I will give you peace.” He stood there for a moment before she heard his footsteps fade off as he left the room.

A single tear fell down her cheek, as she turned to watch him go. “With you, I’ll never find peace.”