You Make Grey Skies Blue
Author: Elsa Rose, Julia, Judy

Notes: the day after the convention – saturated thoroughly in Brian and Justin love through the wonder videos – this had to be written.

Teeny bit canon – mostly AU

Brian watched as they took out the picture of the naked man. He had to turn away, because his eyes welled up with unanticipated moisture. The outside skies. like his heart and mind. were clouded with gray shadows, the rain were tears hidden but definitely there. 

“Where’s the naked guy going?” Justin asked. He could see the pain in the set of Brian’s shoulders. It was better to ask a question than to admit he’d seen his lover’s anguish. 

“I was getting tired of it. Besides I have an <i> in </i> with a rather talented artist. I figure if I play my cards right, I can sell some of his early works for thousands some day.” Brian pulled Justin into his arms and kissed the top of his head. Anything rather than admit his pain.

“I do have something in my studio that would fit, but can you afford me?” Justin teased, enjoying the feel of Brian’s arms around him. He never told the older man, but the constant kisses that were casually placed here and there, the touches, soft caresses, gentle hip checks, hair ruffles, all these things were pieces of Brian that melted Justin’s heart each and every time. 

Brian huffed a laugh in Justin’s blond hair, placed his hand under his chin, turning his face upward, and stared into blue eyes filled to overflowing with love. Justin smiled, just a small one, barely moving his lips. and Brian felt it in his groin, as much as in his heart. Another long look and he claimed Justin’s lips for his own.

Brian’s spirits lifted as he fell to his knees along with Justin, both of them slowly sinking to the floor oblivious to the men who continued to move the last of his possessions out of his loft and down the elevator. 

Neither one noticed as the heavy loft door was pulled closed with a final bang signalling the exit of every material thing Brian Kinney owned. Justin gently pushed Brian flat on the hardwood floor, cold and unyielding, yet surprisingly comforting, because he still owned the loft. He hadn’t reached the point of having to sell it yet. 

Justin, never letting his eyes leave Brian’s, began to unbutton the other man’s shirt, each slow release sending shivers through both of them. Justin’s fingers were warm with the feel of love and youth. It was an intense inner heat. one that encompassed the passion of first love. Brian revelled in the strength of the younger man’s hands. as he always did when Justin touched him. His favorite relaxation technique, not that he’d ever given voice to it, was when his thumb would slowly stroke that soft pad of flesh over his lover’s thumb. Over and over and over, a silent mantra helped him absorb the strength Justin would so willingly give if he’d been asked, but Brian preferred to steal it as if through osmosis he could absorb even a small bit of Justin’s inner strength. 

Justin smiled. He knew what Brian was thinking. He’d always known. He nodded, acknowledging his love before bending down to release the first of the buttons on the jeans his man insisted on wearing. Keeping his sacred package hidden away. Justin laughed out loud. Fuck, he thought this was almost too much like a Harlequin romance, 

“What?” Brian whispered. 

“I love you.” Justin breathed against the brush of musky smelling pubic hair. The smell and scent was the very essence of Brian Kinney. He knew Justin delighted in the untrimmed fuzz of it all and as a secret way of saying  <I> I love you</I>. he kept it that way despite the usual gay rule of keeping it trimmed. And Justin did know. 

As Justin pulled Brian’s tight jeans down, his lover watched the skies from his position on the floor. A warm mouth descended to his body where he placed teasing nibbles. Teeth gently scraped the mushroom head, now purpled with need. Justin’s tongue licked precum, greedy with the delight of tasting Brian. Having him at his mercy, even if he knew it was the only place he wanted to be. 

The hardwood became heated as sweat and body heat flooded the floor. Brian’s eyes stayed on the clouds that were slowly turning from the dark grey of anger and depression to something much, much better. 

He gasped, “Fuck!” The word was torn from his throat involuntarily. His cock was buried inside Justin’s throat, with the head hitting the back ridges. Justin laughed as best as he could and Brian smiled. Their lovemaking was often filled with laughter, because it was really absurd some of the positions and places they found themselves in.  

Justin’s laughter, combined with his warm strong hands cupping Brian’s balls made him shoot his load. At that precise moment in time, when laughter filled the empty loft and orgasmic waves flushed through both of them, the sun came out, the sky turned blue. and all was right with Brian Kinney’s world. 

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“FUCK what did you do that for?” Brian asked Justin. He rubbed his belly where a distinct red mark made by Justin’s fingers was beginning to show. Justin had pinched and pinched hard. 

His lover stood over him, hands on hips, glaring with flashing blue eyes that were now slightly skewed with anger. “You were doing it again.” Justin snapped before stomping away. 

“Doing what?” Brian called out as he continued to rub his belly. Maybe if he rubbed it enough the mark wouldn’t show. Of course Brian did know what he’d been doing. It was one of his favorite fantasies; one that he wove time after time. Changing it this way and that, but always having it come out the same way. 

“Making that goofy face.” Justin replied as he always did. It was becoming a tired joke. “Brian you know I need you to keep your face serious for this painting. It’s the last one I need for the show. He picked up his pallet and with brush in hand began to stroke paint on the canvas in front of him. 

Brian struggled to make his face serious. It was the one he’d kept on his face forever, but was impossible to bring forth when he and Justin were alone. He did his best not to focus on the tiny bit of Justin’s tongue that showed between his full lips; his concentration kept him focused on what he was doing. 

In seconds he was back in time, walking through the loft door, sick, tired, and filled with nauseous pain. All he could focus on was a session in the bathroom and his bed. and then the loft door pulled back and there he was, back, like he’d never left. Never been pushed out the same door. Never been hurt by the asshole Brian Kinney. Loving defiance flashed from blue eyes and Brian’s heart filled with uncontrollable joy, even though his mouth said differently. 

“Brian.” the warning word snapped his mask back into place. 

“Yes dear.” he replied in falsetto.

“You’re impossible, you know that don’t you?” Justin put his brush down. He’d finished the painting almost thirty minutes before, but one of his favourite pastimes was to watch his husband relive moments in time. The softness that washed over his tense muscles, and the crinkling of laugh lines at the corner of Brian’s eyes demanded that he absorb this side of his man. It helped when Brian reverted to his old ways, the memories of a Brian Kinney’s face washed with love. 

“Come here.” Brian patted the bed he lay on. And like always, Justin crawled up from the bottom like a house cat anticipating a snuggle with its owner. Brian owned every inch of Justin and then some; he had from the day they’d met so many years ago. 

“You know Justin; you could just get into bed like a big boy.” Brian joked. He loved it when Justin crawled up toward him. 

“You’re just jealous because you’re too old to do it this way.” Justin laughed and snuggled into Brian’s waiting arms. 

At eighty-three. Brian Kinney was in damn good shape, but crawling up from the bottom of the bed had never been high on his list of favorite things to do. He preferred to watch Justin do those kinds of things. He was younger after all. 

“I can do it.” Brian laughed. “I’m Brian Kinney-Taylor after all.” He rarely called himself with his hyphenated name, but he actually loved the sound of it. And like a lovesick high school girl, would often find himself doodling while he talked on the phone. 

“Gus and the kids will be here any time.” Justin didn’t move. Brian’s arms were captivating, comfortable, and very, very wonderful. “Do you think we’ll last, you know as a couple?” Justin often asked this question, loving the answer.

Brian’s rumbling laugh filled the room. This game always ended well. “Always and forever kid.” 

“Just checking.” Justin mumbled into Brian’s neck. “I bought the tickets last week for our vacation.”

“Our life is a vacation.” Brian laughed as he ruffled Justin’s still blond hair. 

“Watch the hair.” Justin said, but he loved the feel of his husband’s fingers combing through it. It was one of the private joys and it had never lost any of the thrill despite his advancing years. 

“You are such a queen.” Brian teased. even though he could read Justin’s mind as easily now as ever before. “Did I ever tell you what I day dream about?”

“Not really.”

“I go back and relive some of my favourite moments we’ve had. “Like when I lost all of my stuff, or when you came back into my life that day at the office.” 

“Two not so stellar times.” Justin said dryly. 

“Are you kidding? I’ve looked forward to things like that. I never realized it until that time when Gus was lost in Europe. No matter what happens in my life, you are always able to turn gray skies blue just with your smile. I love that the most about you.”  Brian wrapped Justin in his arms enjoying the closeness; something even he admitted now. Together they linked their fingers and sighed, content with their lives together. 

June 25, 2006

A little bit of sap