In between, Part 16 (Cancer-Fic)
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soulmatejunkeeTitle: In Between, Part 16/20
Author:soulmatejunkee
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: What happened between episode 4.09 and 4.10 (POV’s). It starts right after "Eat some fucking chicken soup"
Word Count: 500 words (drabbles)
Summary: I am writing on it since weeks, so I just thought, maybe I should start posting it
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It's all CowLip and Showtime.
A/N: Beta byqafkinnetik - thanks a lot. Every comment is welcome. Let me know what you think. Thanks!
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Author:
soulmatejunkee Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: What happened between episode 4.09 and 4.10 (POV’s). It starts right after "Eat some fucking chicken soup"
Word Count: 500 words (drabbles)
Summary: I am writing on it since weeks, so I just thought, maybe I should start posting it
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It's all CowLip and Showtime.
A/N: Beta by
qafkinnetik - thanks a lot. Every comment is welcome. Let me know what you think. Thanks! 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 |
Justin's POV
1)
His body totally stiffened when I leaned in to kiss him. He was so scared, it was so obvious. We didn’t talk about the last treatment. I knew he expected me to say something about it, but what was left to say? Now I knew what to expect, and from now on I would handle it better. But that wasn’t what he was scared about. It was still the same thing, me leaving him, him being imperfect. And we hadn’t fucked since … forever. So it wasn’t difficult to figure out what he was worried about.
"Does kissing hurt, too?“
2)
He looked at me, frowned and blinked. "No.“
"Do I have bad breath?“
"No.“
"Fine, well, then relax and kiss me.“
I didn’t need sex. I mean, of course I needed it and I wanted it, especially when he kissed me like that, but I was absolutely able to live without it for as long as he needed to heal. And jerking off wasn’t that bad either. I knew the not having sex issue concerned him a lot more then it concerned me, especially since the doctor had told him that he could have sex in spite of the radiation.
Brian's POV
3)
It just sucked. Normally kissing lead to sex, and it so would’ve, because the kiss was fucking hot, he was fucking hot and I fucking wanted him. I was always able to fuck when I wanted to fuck and this fucking cancer thing totally ruined my sex-life.
He moaned into my mouth and I instinctively deepened the kiss. Fuck, this sucked – and not in any good way. The scar started hurting on my fake ball and I sighed.
"Honey cake“, he mumbled on my lips.
I looked at him and laughed. "What?“
"Honey cake.“
"I’m not so into nicknames, Sunshine.“
4)
He giggled, his eyes were closed. "I always try to think about something absolutely non-sexual when I’m horny but not able to fuck someone.“
"Not able?“
Now he looked at me. "I don’t think my teacher would appreciate it when I ran over to the hot nude I’m suppose to draw and fuck him right in front of the class. So, it’s all about honey cake.“
He knew about the scar and the pain and he also knew about the doctor telling me that I could’ve had sex, but he didn’t say anything or try to get into my pants.
5)
I wasn’t sure if I wouldn’t try if it was vice versa and if I should feel guilty about that. Of course I wouldn’t push him when he was in pain or not in the mood – which rarely happened – but with the knowing that it was possible I would try. He didn’t and I tried to figure out if I was thankful or not.
"No honey cake today, get up.“ He did, I was still sitting. I pulled him closer to me and opened his trousers. There was no reason why I couldn’t take care of him for a change.
TBC
1)
His body totally stiffened when I leaned in to kiss him. He was so scared, it was so obvious. We didn’t talk about the last treatment. I knew he expected me to say something about it, but what was left to say? Now I knew what to expect, and from now on I would handle it better. But that wasn’t what he was scared about. It was still the same thing, me leaving him, him being imperfect. And we hadn’t fucked since … forever. So it wasn’t difficult to figure out what he was worried about.
"Does kissing hurt, too?“
2)
He looked at me, frowned and blinked. "No.“
"Do I have bad breath?“
"No.“
"Fine, well, then relax and kiss me.“
I didn’t need sex. I mean, of course I needed it and I wanted it, especially when he kissed me like that, but I was absolutely able to live without it for as long as he needed to heal. And jerking off wasn’t that bad either. I knew the not having sex issue concerned him a lot more then it concerned me, especially since the doctor had told him that he could have sex in spite of the radiation.
Brian's POV
3)
It just sucked. Normally kissing lead to sex, and it so would’ve, because the kiss was fucking hot, he was fucking hot and I fucking wanted him. I was always able to fuck when I wanted to fuck and this fucking cancer thing totally ruined my sex-life.
He moaned into my mouth and I instinctively deepened the kiss. Fuck, this sucked – and not in any good way. The scar started hurting on my fake ball and I sighed.
"Honey cake“, he mumbled on my lips.
I looked at him and laughed. "What?“
"Honey cake.“
"I’m not so into nicknames, Sunshine.“
4)
He giggled, his eyes were closed. "I always try to think about something absolutely non-sexual when I’m horny but not able to fuck someone.“
"Not able?“
Now he looked at me. "I don’t think my teacher would appreciate it when I ran over to the hot nude I’m suppose to draw and fuck him right in front of the class. So, it’s all about honey cake.“
He knew about the scar and the pain and he also knew about the doctor telling me that I could’ve had sex, but he didn’t say anything or try to get into my pants.
5)
I wasn’t sure if I wouldn’t try if it was vice versa and if I should feel guilty about that. Of course I wouldn’t push him when he was in pain or not in the mood – which rarely happened – but with the knowing that it was possible I would try. He didn’t and I tried to figure out if I was thankful or not.
"No honey cake today, get up.“ He did, I was still sitting. I pulled him closer to me and opened his trousers. There was no reason why I couldn’t take care of him for a change.
TBC