Born To Love You

Title: There's nothing noble about being poor
Author: soulmatejunkee 
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Episode 3.14
Word Count: 300 - 3 drabbles
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
Beta: My lovely mander3_swish - thank you :) The third drabble is unbeta'd and so all mistakes are mine!

Happy Birthday Carmen! Here are your EKG Girls just for you...
I wish my mind would've come up with something big and dramatic, angsty but happy, etc. So that I get another "You're evil" comment from you, but unfortunately... no. It's all harmless...

As always: Every comment is welcome. I Love to read what you think. Thanks!




Brian's POV

On the street

“It probably doesn’t mean anything to you, but I’m unbelievably proud of you.”

His arms are around my waist and we’re standing in the middle of Liberty Avenue, celebrating our win.

Yes, we won, but I had to pay a big price for it. My luxurious life was gone, which should make my life more uncomfortable, but while holding him all I can think about is how much emptier the loft felt when it was fully furnished yet he wasn't there.

I kiss him softly, stroke his hair, and lean my forehead against his. “It means a lot. Thank you.”

- - - - - - - -

In the loft

“Okay, this is weird. I used to live here, but I don't think I've ever ate at the kitchen bar,” Justin said as he looked around the empty loft for a place to eat his cereal.

I sigh and get myself some coffee. “I’m officially flat broke. I need a cover story because people will be asking questions. And what the fuck was I thinking giving Michael my car? I’ll have to take the bus!”

He shot me a questioning look that made me laugh. “Thinking about leaving me?”

He shrugs. “You’re still beautiful and incredibly hot. That's worth something..."

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In the bus Diner

So not cool. Not that I was worrying about someone recognizing me, but it was pretty obvious right from the moment we entered the bus, that I didn’t belong in there – which amused Justin a lot.

We needed almost twenty minutes to get to the Diner.

As soon as we entered Justin grabbed my hand and pulled me into the staff’s room. He pushed me against the door and opened my jeans. “You need to relax.”

Maybe being beautiful and incredibly hot and having a proud partner on his knees sucking my dick makes it somehow noble to be poor.