Brian/Justin WIP

I had been mulling over B/J marriage proposals since season 4 ended. I want so much for Brian to ask Justin, or Justin to ask Brian. I decided that if CowLip wasn’t going to give me what I wanted, I’d write it for myself. I actually started two stories in that vein, one from Brian’s POV and one from Justin’s, but then Showtime gave me the perfect opening with their “All Bets Are Off” campaign, and the entire plot shifted in my head and became the (possibly spoiler-ish) story I finally posted, named, appropriately, All Bets Are Off.

Here is the Brian story I began...

Brian POV

It was sitting in my desk drawer right now and even though all it was doing was sitting there, I was freaking out.

He was flopped in the middle of the room, scratching softly in a sketchpad, the light from the cube bathing him in a glow that, had I been a religious man, would have brought to mind angels.

California hadn’t panned out and both Mikey and Justin had dealt with it each in his own way- Mikey had a screaming temper tantrum and Justin, as I would have expected, took it like a man. My heart broke for them.

They had decided to go to work on another issue of Rage, which kept Justin busy, but it wasn’t school. We’d been round and round that mulberry bush a hundred times since he got home, and he still wasn’t enrolled. I’d finally backed off about it- once his mind was set on something, even I couldn’t change it, anymore.

That was a whole new dynamic to our- thing- and I wasn’t getting used to it easily or gracefully. He was becoming so emotionally independent from me that if I worried about things like that, I’d wonder if he wasn’t actually drifting away. I didn’t, of course, worry about those things, because that would imply a whole host of other things I wasn’t at all prepared to deal with.

Which brought my thoughts, once again, around to the time bomb in my desk drawer.

Shaking my head to clear the lesbian notions, I stretched my back with a loud grunt. No response from the twink at the light cube.

“You have a lot of work to do tonight?”

He didn’t even look up, just kept scratching away at the pad.

“Yeah,” he said, “but if you want to go to Babylon with the guys, you should. I may be a while here.”

I blinked in surprise. He hadn’t even noticed that I haven’t gone to Babylon without him for months.

“Uh,” I said, faking disinterest, “I have work, too.”

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And this is the Justin story I began…

Justin POV

“Brian, I want to get married.”

Fuck, that was pretty hard to get out, but now that it’s there, hanging in the air of the silent loft, I feel better. I steel myself for his reaction.

“What, you want a cute little wifey with pert ones, Sunshine?” Of course he’s smirking. I think he was born with a smirk on his face and while I love looking at him in just about any mood, the smirk is one expression I could do without. Especially lately.

“No,” I am determined to have a serious discussion about this, he won’t waylay me by grossing me out with breast references. “I want to marry you, asshole.”

He laughs. Loudly. And it’s not so kind. What else did I expect? But I haven’t expended every weapon in my arsenal yet.

I pull the rings out of my pocket. I bought them myself when the money from Rage: The Movie was still coming in. They are probably an extravagance now, considering that the deal fell through, but I don’t give a fuck- aren’t you supposed to spend a small fortune on the rings to impress your bride-to-be?

Somehow I doubt Brian will be very impressed, but this is my life, too, and I want to be married.

I consider kneeling down where he sits at his desk, doing it the old-fashioned way, but he would just tease the shit out me for it. Then he’d turn it around on me and before I’d know it, his dick would be in my mouth. Not that that’s a bad thing, mind you, but it’s poor etiquette to reply to a marriage proposal by making your boyfriend forget what he was asking because he’s sucking your dick.

Ah, love in the 21st century.

He had gone back to whatever work was captivating him on his laptop, secure in the belief that I had, indeed, been kidding.

“Brian,” I said softly, standing next to him and looking down at his beautiful face bathed in the light of the screen, “Will you marry me?”

His head jerked up and he got this look on his face; the same look he uses when he’s ready to blast me for my foolishness. I think whatever he saw in my eyes- determination, sincerity, the demand to be taken seriously- must have shocked him because his mouth opened no doubt to remind me of how stupid I was being and then slammed shut again with a distinct click of his teeth.

I took his left hand and before he could stop me, or protest, I slipped the platinum band I had concealed in my fist onto his ring finger.

He gaped at it like I had just dropped a tarantula onto his hand- part shock, part terror- and his mouth worked in that fish-out-of-water motion again.

“Justin!” He was nearly shouting and his right hand moved suddenly to cover his left, to remove the ring I had so lovingly picked out for him. It was now or never.

I snatched his left hand, held it tightly with both of mine and kissed the ring. His eyes, so beautiful and brown in this light, were round and stunned.

“Brian, I’m not kidding,” I told him and I willed him to believe me and not get angry. “Will you marry me?”

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Now I'm gonna go off and play a little World Of Warcraft with my hubby and maybe later, if I can get my shit together enough, I will make another post with my Gale/Randy WIPs!