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STORY TITLE: A Time From Now
      CHAPTER TITLE: Surprises Are Bullshit_Fifty-Three of One Hundred
AUTHOR: Gaeln
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 955
WARNINGS: vaguely angsty_Brian POV
DISCLAIMER: Nothing I can say that hasn’t been said already? Not mine.
      Originally Beta’ed by herefordroad, all subsequent mistakes are mine
      Story throughout contains excerpts from The Brian Kinney Operating Manual including commentary from the Editors
SUMMARY FROM THE EDITORS: ‘…and way too tired for pointed comebacks, he tried for something resembling the truth. “I’m not running away, Justin,” he said. “I’m simply leaving. This was bad idea.’
      Brian experiences that age-old adage that says what-goes-around-comes-around
AUTHOR‘S NOTES: This story projects 59 years into the future and reflects all that that entails, many of the loose ends are tied-up. I dance with POV, I dance with time, in essence, I just dance to the song Brian & Justin sang to me.
      Contains: Brian_others, Justin_others. They grow old, they are always together for just as long as time allows, but, ultimately, they will die.
      As someone wise once said, ‘In the end, it’s all about Brian and Justin’ and I can only agree

A Time From Now

Surprises Are Bullshit
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One Week Later - Nine Months- New York

He leaned against the wall just inside the club’s front door, watching. His hands fisted in his jacket pockets, his head slightly cocked forward, his eyes low as he allowed the cocoon-sensation of flashing sound and golden darkness wash over him. But he remained apart while he watched the two of them dance, known to each other and understood, he could see the trust in their touch. Hands drifted over swaying hips, hips that moved between anxious fingertips, fingertips that dipped just inside the waistband of low-riding jeans, that tugged until their bodies were brought together and always moving to the melancholy beat. He watched as Justin’s lips kissed the other boy’s half-closed eyes, he watched as Justin’s tongue, slipping from between his teeth, filling the other boy’s mouth. Strong hands stroked over willing bodies covered in thin cotton. He took a quick, sharp breath, using it simply as a way to hold on.

There was an awareness in their touch that made him feel almost a stranger. But it was when the song had ended and they left the dance floor meeting with their friends, when they stood, arms draped over each other’s shoulders, heads bowed together with words exchanged that brought smiles, that he knew he really was a stranger…to this man…at this time…and in this place. He shouldn’t have come. Surprises were bullshit. Time to go.

But he hesitated, his gaze remained fixed, his body turned into stone. All he wanted was to be outside again, in the late-spring warmed air of the New York City night, but he couldn‘t move. He watched as, with a grin, one of the friends leaned off the wall toward Justin and his boy whispering something to them that made them turn toward him. He‘d been noticed. Abruptly, worlds collided. He barely had time to register the explosion, let alone take a defensive position. Justin’s boy, still grinning, turned back to their friends, saying something that made them all laugh, but not Justin. For far too long, he just stared before he finally turned to them and then, stepping back, moving away, he distanced himself. His panic could be felt across the dance floor that separated them. The friends stopped grinning; their pretty smiles were gone. Justin’s boy looked stricken, his eyes flitting from Justin to him and back again.

Brian wondered what Justin had told them, realized it didn’t really matter. What mattered was that he left and now. He leaned off the wall as just a hint of a smirk, the fucking irony of it, played across his lips. He reminded himself that he really should’ve known better and he moved toward the door. He wanted out now. And once outside, he looked for a cab. He heard the door open behind him, knew it was him, so he steeled himself as he continued scanning the seemingly cabless street.

“Brian, what are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?” Justin said,  sounding bruised.

Brian closed his eyes reliving, for a second, Justin’s hands possessing the boy’s body, so when he felt Justin’s hand touch him, felt him smooth along his back, he moved away, nearer to the street, nothing dramatic just…meaningful. Throwing his arms wide, he replied, “Getting a cab, Justin. What else?” There was silence at least for a heartbeat or two.

 Then, “You’re kidding right? Right? You’re not leaving?”

“That is the plan, Sunshine, didn’t mean to interrupt any--”

“Brian, don’t do this--”

He considered looking at him, but decided not to. He scanned the street. He wanted a cab. The search was becoming all consuming. “Don’t do what, Justin?”

“Run away,” Justin said.

Brian did turn then, just in time to catch the flash of a smirk across Justin’s face. Possibly. But suddenly pissed-off regardless and way too tired for pointed comebacks, he tried for something resembling the truth. “I’m not running away, Justin. I’m simply leaving. This was a bad idea.” He scanned Justin’s face, settling briefly on his lips and he could see the two of them kissing. “Fuck this.” And turning back to the street, he found his cab waiting at the curb like it had always been right there. He and the universe, once again, aligning. Opening the back door, he skimmed the street including Justin one last time. Justin moved toward him, the three amigos right behind him.

“Brian, don’t.” That simple, not enough.

Brian’s eyes darted between the two of them, Justin’s boy looked desperate to say…to do something, but didn‘t. Justin just looked stunned, and a shiver ran through him. Justin was not like him. How many times had he been told…by others…even by himself. Justin can’t just fuck ‘em and leave ‘em. Not like him. Bound to happen and he finally believed. Bound to happen. “I’m in town a few days, until the end of the week. So, call when or if you get some time. I’m at the Hilton--”

“It’s not what you think--”

“And just what do I think, Justin? You know me so well. Give us all an idea of just what I think was going on in there.”

“He…he‘s…Brian, it’s just…it’s not what you--”

“No, no…don’t. I’m not getting into this with you now. I’m tired, I’m going to the hotel, I’ll talk to you…later. You can tell me all about it…later.” As he lowered himself into the backseat, the look of disbelief on Justin’s face satisfied him. Where had that smirky little smile gone? He leaned back and closing his eyes, he wanted nothing more than to feel the cab move away from the curb and, almost immediately, he did.


Next Chapter: Brian realizes that Justin is complicated, life is complicated and things sometimes need to be tended to

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