ficlet- Sometimes

Woot! And--three ficlets in one weekend. Well, maybe this one is a vignette. Because I just got to thinking, how does Justin feel about Brain continuing to trick? So, here's what I think . . .

"Sometimes" by me.
QaF, S3ish, B/J (kindof).
These characters do not belong to me. Yada, yada.


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I'm standing on the catwalk at Babylon, where I've been many times before, watching Brian dancing with some guy. I know that any moment he'll drag the hapless trick into the backroom and fuck his brains out or get his dick sucked, and then come looking for me so he can drag me home and do the same. And I smile in anticipation.

Some nights it's me down there, dancing with a guy . . . or two. Mostly I don't fuck, just dance and get (or give) an occasional blowjob. And Brain will stand at the bar, and watch me, and sometimes he'll come out and dance with me, elbowing aside any other guys, and sometimes he'll glide past on the dance floor, whispering in my ear (as quietly as he can and still be heard over the music) that I should fuck the guy I'm dancing with, because he's totally hot.

Sometimes I mind. Sometimes I'll come over to the loft and find Brian fucking some guy and roll my eyes. It can be annoying to have your plans thrown off by some anonymous fuck who won't even be remembered by tomorrow. Every now and then I'll even feel a pang of the old jealousy, but when I do, I'll stop him as he's bringing a guy into the loft, or intercept him on the way to the back room, and put a hand on his arm and look at him. And he'll look at me, and he'll understand, and he'll kiss me, hard, and leave the disappointed trick behind. But that doesn't happen very often.

Mostly now I even like to watch him do it. It's like the ultimate contact sport, and he's the star player. I mean, if tricking ever makes it into the Olympics, he's a shoe-in for the gold.

And more than even the obscure pride, and the sheer hotness of watching my beautiful boyfriend fucking another beautiful guy, there's the fact that usually afterwords, he'll touch me a certain way, or kiss me softer than normal. Just a little extra affection, not because he feels obligated to, or I'd freak out and feel neglected if he didn't, but because it's become part of the game to him.

I think it's like, when you go away on vacation, right? And you visit some city you've never been to before, and it's strange, and exciting, and you see all the sights and have a good time, but then when you step off the plane, you feel an extra swell of affection for your home.

I'm home to him.

Sometimes even that irritates me, when he'll come into the diner in the middle of my shift and expect me to spend two minutes making out with him because he got a blowjob on his lunch break. And maybe one time out of a hundred I sigh to myself and think, if you would just stop fucking these other guys, we wouldn't have to go through this little reunion phase. But the other ninety-nine times I smile to myself and think how lucky I am, and how lucky he is, and how much I want to leave whatever I'm doing and just go home with him and fuck until I pass out.

Now I smile, and watch Brian hook his dancing partner and head off for the inevitable conclusion. I consider for a moment, then decide to go down and catch the show. And then I'll take him home and show him how a *real* fag sucks cock.

Sometimes I mind, but not tonight.
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I'm pretty happy with it, for once. But I need to find someone to beta. Seriously.