Queer as Folk Drabbles and Snapshots

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written for nekare Posted May 14 2006

Justin's eyes were hurting like hell, a combination of his allergies acting up and the fact he was up all night working out his latest inspiration. He hadn't even realized how late it had grown until the first rays of the new day started to filter in through the windows of his loft. This afternoon he was paying for it -- his eyes, his hand, and wasn't he still too young to be this damned tired after only one night of no sleep? After all, Brian... was standing at the loft door. Justin smiled; suddenly the day didn't seem so bad.

sxysadie21 said I could write her a QaF drabble. (b/c, y'know, she loves me and would rather I thought about fanfic than killing my coworkers) But she didn't give me any prompt words, or who she wanted to see. So this is what she gets. 100 words. Posted Feb 22 2007.

Sometimes Michael locks up the comic shop in the middle of the day, turns off his cell, and sneaks into the lecture hall. He always makes sure to pick one of the larger classes so it's easier for him to blend in. From his position in the back of the room, he watches and listens and pretends to take notes even though he's usually just writing out a grocery list. He knows Ben's an amazing teacher -- their life together has taught him that -- but he still loves to be able to sit back and see him in action.

Email, for Neesey

Michael opened his e-mail, standing at the counter.

My Dearest Brown Eyes,

I have been thinking about last night, about your body against mine, my hands along your skin, your back arching as I slide inside of you. I can still hear you, in my head - the little sounds you make as my hand reaches down to stroke you, the moans that leave your mouth as I bury myself inside of you...

The jingle of the comic shop’s door startles him. He looks up, blushing slightly as he attempts to readjust himself.

“What’re you reading? Porn again, Mikey?” Brian smirks.

Ice Cubes

The ice gently clinked as Ben took a long drink of his iced tea. He returned to his book without even glancing up, oblivious to the fact that Michael’s cock was getting harder everytime Ben licked his lips. There was no way he could tell that it was taking all the self-control that his husband had to keep from ripping the book out of his hands and fucking him right there.

He did, however, quickly get the hint when he pulled an ice cube into his mouth and lazily let his tongue swirl around it.

“You. Bedroom. Now,” Michael growled.

Rocking Chair

He woke up, his eyes adjusting to the dark and reached out lazily. When he didn’t feel Michael’s taunt body next to him, he sat up looking at the clock. Where was his husband? It was three o’clock in the morning!

He got up, sliding a pair of pants on quickly and padded towards the living room. He stopped when he heard the methodical creak of the rocking chair.

He peered around the corner, watching Michael rock JR slowly. “My honey bunny,” he heard him whisper softly.

He watched for a few minutes, smiling to himself before returning to bed.

White Party

“Tell me about it.” Michael asked, his mouth against Ben’s ear.

“Michael.” Ben’s voice sounded stern.

“Tell me about the white party,” Michael’s tongue snaked out against the larger man’s ear.

Ben sighed, biting his lip. There was no denying that Michael’s body next to his made him come alive. There was also no way around telling the story again. Michael was infatuated with the idea of his lover and best friend together. Initially it had been an issue. However, as time progressed, Ben found the mere mention of it could turn Michael on.

“Well, first, he tied me up…”

A Cure Is Found

Ben slid in slowly, almost painfully slow. Michael held his breath, his entire body trembling. He had never felt even a quarter of what his body was experiencing at this moment. They had waited for this for so long. He had dreamt of it. He hoped his husband had too.

When the news came out that a cure had been found, Michael couldn’t believe it.

He imagined what it would feel like to have Ben inside of him. ALL of Ben. No barrier. Nothing between their love.

“I love you,” Ben whispered, pulling Michael up, his chest against Michael’s back.

Old Age

“Happy Birthday.”

Ben smiled, watching Michael bustle around their house. He looked around at his family and friends. He could vaguely remember years ago when Michael threw him a surprise party. He had been furious.

However, Michael always celebrated everything. Maybe it was directly related to him being a product of Deb. Perhaps it was that every birthday was special to Michael because it put them closer to old age together. Whatever it was, Ben loved it. And his family. He looked around. And his friends.

Ben looked down as the cake Michael set in front of him. Happy 50th.

Vacation

Michael looked down at the letter in his hand. Tibet? Ben was going to Tibet in …he looked closer, fighting back the tears stinging his eyes. He shouldn't have opened Ben's mail. But now he was looking at it in black and white. Ben was going to be teaching a class in Tibet for three weeks. This was the exact time they had planned a cruise. And Ben was going to leave?

Ben walked in, looked at the letter and up at Michael. "You said you wanted to see Tibet with me, right?"

"What?"

"We're going to Tibet." Ben grinned.

Kitchen

"Feel good, baby?" Ben growled.

Fuck. Yes it feels good. Of course it feels good when you fuck me. Even on the kitchen counter. Fuck. The door. Damnit. Go the fuck away. Shit. I think I just knocked over the glasses from breakfast. Where the fuck has this man been all my life? Jesus fucking Christ. They're still at the fucking door.

"I'm coming!" Fuck, I am cumming. Damn. "I'M COMING!!" Jesus he's beautiful. Even when his hair's disheveled, he's biting his lip, and ramming his cock inside of me as hard as he can? He's still beautiful. "I'M COMING!"

Bad Habits

Ben snuck out, looking over his shoulder as he lit the cigarette, letting his head fall back slightly as he inhaled deeply, praying that Michael stayed upstairs and fast asleep. Ever since his T-cell count had gone up again, he couldn't seem to shake the bad habit. It was a comfort, a security blanket. And hell, if his T-cell count was up, should he really be that concerned with what a few cigarettes would do to his body?

"Jesus fucking Christ, Ben. AGAIN!??!"

Ben turned, spying Michael. "I was, um, holding it for someone?" He tried to stop from smiling.

Animals

"A dog, Hunter? You can't even pick up your own shoes!" Michael's voice cracked.

"Michael," Ben tried to lay his hand on the smaller man's arm.

"He hasn't said a word about anything but a dog for the past three days!" His face was starting to turn redder.

"Dudes." Hunter's attitude was currently oozing cool, calm, and collected. "I promise I'll pick up after it."

"You can't even pick up after yourself."

"But this is different," Hunter whined.

Ben laughed. "Maybe.."

Before he could finish, Hunter left, returning with a bulldog from outside. "This is Spike."

"Spike?" They both asked.

QaF drabblet from the 14 valentines posts. Posted 2-4-07.

"Brian, there's a young artist from New York on line one for you."

"Thank you, Cynthia." Brian decided to be professional because the last time Cynthia had announced a caller that way, Brian had picked up a bit inappropriately and... well, he had had to do some fast talking to explain that one. "Brian Kinney."

This time, however, it actually was his young artist from New York. "What are you wearing?"

Brian laughed. "A business suit, which is appropriate since I'm in my office taking business calls."

"I can think of some other business that has been taken care of in your office." Justin didn't give Brian a chance to answer before he rushed into, "So, I got your voicemail and I'm returning your call. What's up?"

"It seems the esteemed Mr. Honeycutt is throwing a party on Valentine's Day."

"Emmett's a party planner; he throws parties every night."

"Yes, but this is his personal party. To which I have been invited."

"And?"

"It's a couples-only party, because Emmett has developed this... thing about uneven numbers on his guest lists. And I was going to take Daphne, but she's going with some boring pre-lawyer she met at school."

"Aww, that's just tragic, Brian. But hey, what can you do?"

Brian could hear the smirk in Justin's voice and shook his head. "I'll pick you up at the airport. Cynthia will email the flight details."

QaF, Brian/Mikey, written for nekare, 2006-04-20

Michael hated it when Brian was like this. Flirting in that not-serious way of his. Standing in Michael's personal space, but still so untouchable. Acting like he had no clue Michael was in love with him, when Michael knew he was broadcasting those feelings loud and clear.

And now he was staring -- watching Michael bite into the apple. Licking his lips.

"Wanna bite?" Michael asked between mouthfuls.

"No, but I want a taste," Brian answered, leaning in and pressing his lips to Michael's, his tongue sliding over Michael's lips to taste the juice that still lingered in his mouth.

200 words of Brian/Justin and Gus for ltlredhairdgirl
Originally written September 09 2007 at this post.

"Justin's a little too big to fit in your backpack, Gus."

Gus started to roll his eyes, but he remembered his manners and sighed instead. "I'm not gonna carry him in my bag. He can come at circle time; I already asked Miss Daulton."

Brian was the only one who hadn't thought it was adorable when Gus announced he wanted to take Justin to school for show-and-share. But he also didn't really have a reason to say no without looking like an ass.

"You and my mommies get to come to school for parent career day. Justin doesn't. I want to show him off too." Standing there with his hands on his hips, watching impatiently, Gus reminded Brian so much of Justin he had to laugh.

"Okay. You can take Justin, I guess. As long as you promise to return him in one piece. What are your three things to share?"

Gus grinned. "Justin is an awesome artist and writes a comic book and had an art show in New York City. And Justin is the one who picked my name when my Daddy and my mommies couldn't agree. And he makes the best french toast in the whole world!"

**Note. The whole thing with Justin making french toast for Gus is because of this fic that I wrote about Gus getting lost. In case you haven't read it, b/c this is one of my fics that I actually really like.