All characters belong to Cowlip, Showtime, etc., this is just for fun
NC 17
Setting: NYC~ Justin’s new apartment 11:15p.m. December 24
Justin looked around at the studio apartment that he had somehow managed to find only two weeks ago with Daphne’s help. It was very small, one room really but he couldn’t take another day living with Daphne’s friend, Cheryl. What a fucking freak! He thought Brian had issues with control but this girl took it to a whole new level.
Most days he didn’t even have a chance to get inside the apartment and close the door before she was bolting the 10 locks she had installed after a previous break. She would then proceed to lock and relock each one at least five times before she was satisfied that she was safe. When Justin mentioned this to Daphne, she said she already knew about it to which Justin replied, “thanks a shit load Daph for letting me know I was moving in with a fucking psycho!” Justin’s thoughts came back to the present. He had better things to do or actually, looking at his watch in approximately 6 hours he would have someone better to do.
Brian was finally coming for a visit. He had somehow managed to get a few days off and promised that they would spend the entire time fucking, shopping, fucking, browsing art galleries, fucking, shopping some more, fucking and if they had some spare time, maybe catch an off Broadway show.
Justin had counted the months, days, and hours since they had said their goodbyes. He knew that this move was supposed to be a great experience to show his work in New York galleries, to be inspired by other great artists, to be at the center of the art world, to be “discovered” as Linds had so eloquently put it, but Justin never wanted to be here in the first place. He wanted to be back in the Pitts, back in the loft with Brian. So, here he was being the good boy that everyone wanted him to be, fulfilling everyone’s wishes and dreams except his own.
He walked over to the window and gazed out into the city. He was on the 12th floor of the apartment building and could see a fair amount of the neighborhood and the lights of New York City. This really was the loneliest place he had ever been. Oh, sure he had friends to hang out with, tricks when he got the urge to have a mindless fuck but his family was not here. In fact, they felt worlds away at this moment.
Justin turned away from the window and looked at the tiny, Charlie Brown tree that he found and sparsely decorated earlier in the day. It wasn’t much but with money, or rather the lack thereof this would have to do. He couldn’t even afford to buy gifts for anyone, not even Brian, but Brian wouldn’t care one way or the other because he didn’t celebrate holidays, birthday, etc.
The only way he was able to afford this apartment was due to a sale of a drawing of his that was sold at a small art gallery in the village. Hell, he didn’t even know he had any art in that particular gallery. He just got a check in the mail one day for five thousand dollars and once he got up off the floor he called Daphne and said “get me the hell out of here!” Needless to say when she said she already knew of a place that was available immediately he couldn’t leave fast enough.
Other than Brian coming for a visit, which is the very best gift he could wish for, selling that artwork and getting away from the psycho queen was the second best gift. The only other thing he would wish for would be to go back home where he knew he belonged but he knew that was the one gift that he wouldn’t be receiving this year.
Justin sighed loudly, walked past the pathetic tree and sat on the small couch and said, “Oh well, maybe next year.” He rested his head on the back of the couch intending to close his eyes for just a moment.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“What the fuck!” Justin yelled and jumped up from the couch. Looking around frantically. He must have fallen asleep. He squinted trying to focus his eyes on his watch. 4:15a.m.?? Was someone trying to break in?
BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!
BUZZZ BUZZZZ BUZZZZ Justin’s cell phone started to vibrate across the small kitchen counter and then fell with a thud into the sink.
“SHIT!” He muttered under his breath afraid whoever it is might hear him. He looks at the door and then over at the sink and then at his watch. Who would be at his door at this hour and who would be calling him?
“GO AWAY!!” Justin yells to the potential intruder. “I’ve called the police!! Oh, and I have a…a…a.. I have a gun too!!,” he stammered.
BUZZZ BUZZZ BUZZZ The cell phone started vibrating around in the old aluminum tub of the sink causing Justin to jump two feet off the ground. He grabbed it and checked the number.
He flipped the phone open, “Shit, Brian! Thank God it’s you! Someone is trying to break into my apartment. What should I do? Call the police, grab a knife, hide?”
“Umm, maybe open the fucking door, Sunshine?” Brian said snickering into the phone.
Justin walked over to the door and unlocked the two bolts but left the rusty, loose chain still in place and cracked the door open. Brian was leaning against the door, looking at his fingernails when a blue eye slowly appeared.
“What the hell took you so long to answer Sunshine? I have been banging on this door for at least ten minutes, are you gonna let me in or make me stand out here all night?” Justin closed the door to remove the chain and when he reopened the door Brian walked into the room. Justin looked at his watch again and looked at Brian.
“How did you get here?” Justin asked grabbing a cigarette from the open pack and lighting it, “and why did you feel the need to give me a fucking heart attack!!”
“Well, there are these big tubes with wings, stuffed full of crying babies, cranky women…Brian began sarcastically.
“BRRIIAANN!!!! You know what I mean,” Justin whined, "you weren’t supposed to get in until 6:30 and I was going to pick you up. You didn’t even have this address, how did you even know where I lived?”
Brian pulled Justin up from the couch and into a long embrace and an even longer kiss. When they finally came up for air Brian said “I have my ways of intimidation” and he began kissing Justin again with more urgency. They once again had to stop but it gave Brian a chance to look around the apartment.
“Shit, I didn’t realize this place was such a dump”, Brian said a bit harshly.
“It’s not that bad," Justin said half heartedly, "and how would you know anyway?” Brian turned around to avoid Justin’s question and bumped into the small Christmas tree causing it to tumble to the floor.
“Damn, Brian watch out!” Justin yelled as he bent over to pick up the tree, but it fell apart in his hands causing Justin to finally admit defeat.
“ Fuck Brian, I can’t do this anymore," Justin said with a heavy sigh, "I won’t do this anymore. You want to know something else?” Justin said as he threw the tree in the trashcan and wiped his hands on his jeans.
“What?” Brian asked almost afraid to know. Did Justin not want to see him anymore? Had he met someone else? Were they finally over for good? Brian didn’t think he was ready to hear this.
Justin took a deep breath and said, “I am not listening to what other people say anymore, that includes Linds, Mom and you! New York may be the Mecca for emerging artists but I was emerging just fine back in Pittsburgh.”
Brian could breath again. “Yes, yes you were doing just fine in the Pitts,” Brian agreed with a grin and he proceeded to kiss Justin greedily.
Justin pulled away and started again, “and this city is so fucking expensive too! Shit, I wouldn’t even be here if I hadn’t sold a drawing a few weeks ago, a drawing honestly, I didn’t even know I had done.”
“I know”, Brian said with a little sarcasm.
“Shit, I’d still be staying with that lunatic friend of Daphne’s, for which she will be on my shit list for quite a while yet!”
“Yes, I am well aware”, Brian said with a grin.
“What the fuck are you talking about Brian? What do you know, what are you aware of, I haven’t told you any of this.”
Brian grabbed Justin again and threw him down on the couch and their combined weight caused the old couch to collapse which in turn made them both burst into loud laughter. After a few minutes their laughter turned into kissing and kissing turned into groping.
“I have really missed this,” Brian said when they stopped for a breath. “I was…
‘That is what I have been trying to say,” Justin began but before he could say anything else Brian said ”Will you shut the fuck up for just one minute?” Brian asked and followed it with a long hard kiss.
“OK, now that I have your full, undivided attention it’s time to exchange presents.” Brian said and sat up and reached into his coat pocket.
“WHAT??” Justin blurted out, “YOU don’t do Christmas Brian, just like you don’t do birthdays, besides it took all my cash to move into this dump so I couldn’t afford to get you anything anyway.”
“But you will in a minute”, Brian replied with a smile and he pulled an envelope from his pocket and gave it to Justin. Justin just looked at the envelope and then looked at Brian who nodded to open it and as Justin broke the seal Brian said, “my gift to you Sunshine is a one way ticket back to dreary Pittsburgh,” and indeed inside was a one-way ticket with Justin’s name dated for today, for Christmas. He looked back at Brian who went on to say “ and your gift to me could be you accepting it and coming back home to your family, back to your home with me, to stay for good.” Brian waited for Justin’s answer.
There was only one way for Justin to thank Brian for this gift and it required no words.
Merry Christmas
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