Title: Christmas Presents…
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 749
Rating: G…
Warnings: Passion, Lust…
Banner: aaa_mazing
Beta Queen: a_life_defiant
Summary: Justin surprises Brian for Christmas, or does Brian Surprise Justin…
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are property of their respective owners, including, but not limited to Russell T. Davies, Cowlip, and Showtime. The author of this story is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended…
Christmas Presents…
Justin had been nervous in the cab on the way to the loft. It was Christmas Eve and the last conversation he had with Brian had been strained. Brian had asked him to please come home for Christmas. He had also asked him to please come home for Thanksgiving but Justin refused; thinking that making a movie in Hollywood was more important than spending time in a dirty old steel town with his, now estranged, family.
It didn’t start out this way, and he really thought that he’d only be in California for six months or so. Now it was ten months later, and the movie still wasn’t complete. It was running out of funding and Conner James had been outed by some trashy movie magazine; so he denied it and quite the movie. Justin decided to surprise Brian, and didn’t call before he left California. He remembered the sound of sadness in Brian’s voice when he said he couldn’t come back. It was filled with so much unspoken pain and disappointment, just like when Brian finally asked him to move back into the loft and he told him he was moving out west.
He often questioned his decision, and sometimes regretted it when he felt so lonely. Though he’s not Brian and he doesn’t need to club every night and hookup with strangers. But then Brian didn’t return his calls and didn’t pickup when he called; he never once visited. Although the gang said that Brian had made some real changes in his life. That he was finally starting to grow up; accepting responsibility for his actions. Justin wasn’t so sure. He had been burnt so many times in the past, maybe he should have called before he headed to the loft.
Being Christmas Eve, traffic was so slow and congested as they entered the downtown area of Pittsburgh. Justin leaned his head against the glass window and reflected on the last time he saw Brian. It was the night he left for California. He could see it in Brian’s eyes how much he didn’t want him to go, but he never would have asked him to stay. He was still a little angry that he had only spoken with Brian twice in ten months. It seemed that Brian could care less if he came back or not… Well, that’s not true because he did ask him to come home for the holidays.
But then his mind drifted back to the last time they made love - and yes that’s actually what they did. Brian even let him top as a going away present. Or was that his way of finally saying good bye? Justin was lost in his thoughts when he realizes that the taxi has stopped in front of the loft. Now he’s sure he should have called first. He pays the driver and carries his bags into the building. It feels so good to be home “ and, yes, the loft will always be home for him.
He hesitates before the cold steel door, wondering what he’ll find on the other side. Part of him is almost giddy to finally be home again, and the other part is terrified that he’ll be thrown out for good. He takes a deep breath and pulls the door open; standing inside he sees Brian’s housekeeper. He can’t help wondering what she’s doing here on Christmas Eve… She smiles and comes over to him embracing him in a strong hug; talking in very broken English saying, “Now everything will be alright now that Daddy’s home.”
I can’t help thinking Maria must have lost her mind, or she’s been drinking Brian’s whisky… I start to say something and she hushes me to be quiet while pushing me towards the bedroom. I set my bags down and walk over to the steps leading up to his thrown. I stop dead in my tracks. Brian’s sleeping in the middle of the bed with a newborn baby asleep on his chest. My breathing hitches as I’m torn between wanting to sketch this scene and joining him, so I opt for climbing up onto the bed and lying next to them.
I reach over and run my hand across the infant’s cheek; babies really do have the softest skin. He opens his big blue eyes and looks directly into my soul, other than my eyes he looks just like Brian and I can’t believe he never told me…
TBC...
