Just Right

 
 



Author's Notes: For the Moonshadow Tribe “Ides of March Broken Bed Challenge” this is a story in the “Queer As Folk” Fandom, featuring a Brian/Justin pairing; it is dedicated to Galesweetie, in the hopes that this ridiculously romantic fluff may see the winter of her discontent turned to glorious spring by these merry men of Liberty! My thanks also to Thyme for her editing help; all remaining mistakes are my fault! 

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“I can’t believe that Deb is selling this old place and moving – it doesn’t seem right, does it?” Justin looked across the living room, which was cluttered with boxes, all neatly labeled, as though you could put a label on a person’s life, he thought. How could any mover’s label do justice to Debbie’s tchotchkes, for example? So much more than knick-knacks, they made this house a home – Debbie’s home, bright, brash, and over the top, just like Debbie. But a place where you never felt out of place or unwelcome.”

Brian looked over his shoulder from where he stood looking out the curtainless window, hands in his pockets, sunglasses still on even though he was inside where it was gloomy without any lights left behind. “Well, believe it, ‘Sunshine’. Her bags are packed and the RV is all gassed up and ready to go. The old girl is finally getting her chance to see the world – that part of the world that is represented by the contiguous United States, at least, and possibly Canada.” Brian smiled, a slow, sweet smile, no doubt thinking of memories of Debbie that only he could see. Justin walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist.

“Do you want to say goodbye to the old place properly before we go?” Justin’s face looked innocent but his tone of voice was mischievous. He rested his chin on Brian’s shoulder and ran his hands up along the taut stomach he loved to caress.

Brian looked down at the silky blond hair he loved. “I thought you had to get back to the airport by four? You just had enough time to swing by, see the house and....” He stopped as a warm mouth moved along the sensitive skin beneath his ear, a particularly erogenous zone for him. He felt his knees weaken.

“Upstairs,” he ordered. “I’ll have Cynthia switch your flight.”

“Mmm, hmm,” Justin murmured agreeably as he was picked up in Brian’s arms and carried up the narrow staircase two steps at a time. He busied himself placing kisses along Brian’s neck and collarbone, as his nimble artist’s fingers undid the buttons on Brian’s shirt, exposing the smooth chest and pectoral muscles.

Brian came to the first door and pushed it open with his knee – his hands being full of blond boy ass. He hurried in and somewhat hurriedly dropped his bundle down onto the narrow twin bed that was in the center of the room. He flopped down next to Justin, his arms stretched out above his head, the fingertips hanging over the side, his legs resting over the other side. He stared up at the ceiling, which was still adorned with stickers of the constellations that glowed in the dark – he remembered being so envious of those stickers when he was a young teen even though he mocked them mercilessly. And of course, being taller, he was the one who helped put each new set up whenever Mikey got new ones, and he would insist on doing the research to ensure that they were accurately placed.

Because, if you were going to have nerdy constellation star stickers on your ceiling, he’d patiently explained to Mikey, it was only barely passably acceptable if they were scientifically accurate. Looking up at Sirius, Brian thought how much Gus would love stickers like that on his own ceiling.

Justin rolled over on top of him, and kissed him on his nose. “This room is great –f or a kid, but it’s impossible to have sex in here.”

“Speak for yourself, I’ve had sex in this room,” Brian told him, smirking.

Justin gagged. “You’re not telling me? You and...and...”

Brian nodded solemnly. “My right hand. Many a romantic encounter....oof!”

Justin straddled Brian and pinned his arms as best he could, given that the width of the bed didn’t allow for too much maneuvering. “You know what I meant!”

“Well, if you think I never had sex in here...I’m crushed. And here I thought every moment we spent together was memorable to you, Mr. Taylor, famous artist. But I guess now that you’re a big shot artist in New York, the men you led to your borrowed bedroom as a boy just....”

Brian grinned as Justin’s face turned bright red and he buried it in Brian’s armpit. “I can’t believe I forgot that time! Michael was so mad!”

“Mikey? I don’t think Deb was too pleased with me either!” Brian laughed, hugging Justin close. It felt good to have Justin in his arms again. He only wished.....

“I don’t know about you, but as much fun as that was back then, one of us must have gotten larger,” Brian smacked Justin’s ass for emphasis. Garnering a cocky grin as his only response, he continued, “So maybe we should continue on to a bed with a little more space? Memory lane is all well and good, but in this case it’s a little cramped.”

Nodding his agreement and putting his arms around Brian’s neck in silent entreaty to be carried, to which request Brian laughingly gave in, Justin was picked up and they moved out of one room and down the hall to the next. Somewhat to their surprise, this bed still had all of the bedding on it intact. It was a large pink covered queen sized, canopy topped, four poster, with a mass of ruffled pillows and a satin comforter on top. In pink, with maroon trim.

Both of them stared at it, until Justin said in a small voice, “Don’t toss me into that, Brian. I’m not sure I’ll be able to come out again.”
“Don’t be so cowardly, Justin!” Brian said in an encouraging voice. “Just because it looks like RuPaul threw up a night’s worth of cosmopolitans on it, doesn’t mean it can harm you. I bet it’s nice and...soft.”

“That’s kind of what I’m afraid of,” Justin confessed. “We go too close to that and we’ll all be nice and...soft.”

Brian choked on his laugh but he kind of understood where Justin was coming from. There was a sort of large uterus look to the bed, the more he thought about it. In fact, thinking about it probably was a bad idea. He thought he knew why the bed and all of its bedding, intact, was remaining behind. Carl must have offered Deb carte blanc with his credit card on the Home Shopping Network to avoid sleeping anywhere near this pink Uterus bed.

Brian hitched Justin a little higher in his arms and kissed him. “We will find someplace in this place. Come on, I know one room that is guaranteed to be fuck-friendly.”

Justin smiled as he secured his arms once more around Brian’s neck.

Brian pushed their way into the third bedroom, the one that had been Vic Grassi’s. The furniture in this room was simple but tasteful. The bed was an elegant Shaker style, with a Mission spindle bed, with an arched headboard and footboard, in oak. It was really a nice piece of craftsmanship that Vic had gotten from a carpenter friend years ago. Brian wondered what Debbie was going to do with it now that she was selling the house and hitting the road.

Well, he knew what he was going to do with it right now. He knew that Vic would fully approve.

Brian placed Justin on the bed carefully, and climbed in after him. The late afternoon sun was shining in through the window, just touching Justin’s skin and warming it to a cream, with the slightest hint of rosy hues in places.. His nipples, his lips, his cock. Brian bent to tongue each of those spots in turn, deepening the color from the lightest shade of rose, to a deep rich shade, as the lips turned full and swollen with desire, the nipples peaked, and the hard cocked leaked and lifted, bobbing up to follow the mouth that teased it so delightfully.

“Brian,” Justin moaned. “I want you now, please, fuck me.”

Pulling a condom from the pocket of his abandoned pants, and finding a small tube of lube in his jacket, Brian finished his preparations. He donned the condom quickly and applied the lube liberally to his cock and to Justin’s anus, inserting his long finger as he bent forward to kiss his boy some more.

“It’s been a while since we’ve....”

“I know....”

“I’ve missed you....”

“Me too....”

“No one’s like you....”

“You either....”

“You....aw, yes, like that....” With a smooth stroke, Brian replaced his finger with his cock and entered the body that once was so familiar, it was like coming home. Now, in the house that was very much the first place he ever felt like he had a home, he came home again, in the movement of his body within his lover’s, and he felt his strength growing, stronger with every thrust, as Justin moved with him, their rhythm as natural and perfect as though they’d never left each other, never spent three years apart, never had misunderstandings or hurt, or distance, or others, just this rhythm and perfection in movement and time and space. Oneness.

As they peaked, Brian swore he felt the earth move, with a shattering crash, but he was so caught up in the sheer ecstasy of the moment, he didn’t stop to analyze the specific pieces. The same was true for Justin. He knew he felt shattered by the awe inspiring climax, and in the final seconds, he felt as though he and Brian were sailing through space together, but he simply clung to Brian and let the experience take him along wherever it would. As long as he was with Brian, he was happy.

Once they caught their breath, Brian and Justin thought to lift their heads and assess reality. It was then that they realized that sometimes, the earth moving is more than a metaphorical experience.

“You broke the fucking bed,” Justin said, awestuck.

“I broke the bed?” Brian repeated, an eyebrow raised as far any one eyebrow could possibly be expected to go and not separate from the face. “I seem to recall your ass doing its share of the pounding.”

“It was your dick pounding my ass,” Justin reminded him.

“Fuck.” Brian looked around them at the shambles of the lovely handmade bed. “We fucking broke the bed.” As he tried to think of the best way to handle this situation, they heard the distinct sound of car doors slamming out front. Brian scrambled, as best he could, from out of the concave center of the bed, and managed to get over to the window. He groaned.

“Debbie. And Carl. And Mikey with Ben. We have to get dressed. Right away, hurry.” He started grabbing up clothes and tossing things at Justin, not even paying attention to what was what.

“Brian, what are we going to do?” Justin was looking at him wide-eyed.

“I’ll think of something, don’t worry.” Brian looked at him. “But...do you trust me to fix it?”

Justin smiled, his blue eyes soft. “I trust you completely. Always have, always will.”

Brian smiled back at him. “Let’s get downstairs, before you spout any more ridiculously romantic drivel.”

“Drivel, huh?”

“Ridiculously so,” Brian confirmed, dropping another kiss on Justin's lips as he said it. Justin smiled again, a big beaming smile which Debbie saw immediately as the two men came down the stairs just as she and Carl, closely followed by Michael and Ben, came into the living room from the kitchen. Another couple were with them, a pair whom Brian didn’t know, who looked to be in their mid-thirties, his and Mikey’s age.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in. Or downstairs,” she announced cheerfully. “Been saying goodbye, boys? This is Mr. and Mr. Smith. They’re interested in buying the place. Like the neighborhood, have pre-qualified for a mortgage, no easy thing these days. So all they need to do is look upstairs and it’s a....”

“No, sorry, the house is already sold,” Brian told them.

“What’s that?” Carl asked.

“Huh?” Mikey asked.

“We don’t understand,” Mrs. Smith said. Or it might have been Mr. Smith, Brian wasn’t sure.

Debbie just stayed quiet, amazingly. She waited for Brian to say more. So he did.

“I’ve decided to buy the place, Deb. I’m making a full asking price, cash offer. So, if that is acceptable?”

“Sold,” Debbie said. She turned to Carl. “Honey, would you please see to our guests and explain, better luck next time and all that?” The two potential buyers were asking questions rapidly, but quiet Carl with Ben as backup, were slowly but surely getting them out the door.

“I don’t understand, why would you want a place like this, Brian?” Michael was standing by the window Brian had been at originally, his hands in his pockets, looked bereft. Brian smiled.

“Come upstairs, Mikey, I want to show you some stars. I’ll be back in a couple minutes, guys, then we’ll talk details. Okay, Deb?”

“Take your time, Brian,” Debbie waved them on. Once they were out of sight, Debbie turned to Justin.

“So, the plan worked?”

Justin grinned. “Like a charm. Brian got so nostalgic for the old place, he just felt like he had to buy it. From your tchotchkes, to the stars on the ceiling in Michael’s bedroom, to a few other things, Brian was made to realize that he belongs in this place. It got a little dicey here and there, but eventually he decided he couldn’t bear to let two strangers have it. And he and I are together again. I really owe you, Debbie.” Justin hugged her tightly.

“Aww, you don’t owe me a thing. But I expect to be invited to park my RV here anytime I want, you hear?”

“You got it, Ma.” Brian came strolling back into the room with Mikey. “Justin, they’re taking a while out there. Do you want to go with Mikey and make sure they’re not having a hard time getting rid of the Smiths while I talk to Deb about the purchase?”

“Okay, Brian.” Justin and Michael shook heads perplexed, but they did as they were told. Brian was cheery at least and a cheerful Brian beat a sarcastic nasty one any day. They would have been even more perplexed if they had seen his actions as soon as he was alone with Debbie. She opened her arms wide and he stepped inside and rested his head on her ample chest.

“It worked, Ma, it worked! Thank God for your broken bed, idea!”

“I don’t think you needed a broken bed to get him to stay, son, but if it helped you make that leap of faith, I’m glad for it. So, you’re going to ask Sunshine to stay here with you?”

Brian nodded. “This is home for him too, Debbie. Today, that was clear. I could tell that he loves it here. It’s so much better for both of us than that huge place in the country that I bought before. This is us, the part of us that you took in. Part of us will always be the Loft or his New York studio, but for the rest of the time, we can be here and relax. We need this, to recharge and get away. Just like we did when we were younger and we ran away to you.”

Brian reached out and touched Deb’s weathered old cheek. “Thanks for being the Mom we both needed, for fitting just right. We love you for it, you know.”

Deb, blushing, brushed away his hand and his compliment, although he could tell it meant a lot to her. “Oh, you know I’d a done it for you no matter what. And I love both of you like my own sons. But enough mushy stuff. We have to make sure we get that bed fixed! Vic is probably turning in his grave at what I allowed you to do, pulling out some of the pins that held it together so you could have an excuse to buy this house! When anyone could see it was the right fit for you two all along!”

Brian just smiled. He threw an arm over Deb’s shoulder and gently led her outside to the others. He glanced one more time over his shoulder toward the stairs and swore he could see the image of Vic waving to him from the shadows. A smiling Vic. Vic wouldn’t be spinning in his grave at all, Brian decided. He’d have approved every use Brian had put his bed to that day...every use. Which is why Brian had decided to use Vic’s room for his little stratagem. Mikey’s was too much a kid’s, bed Deb’s was too much a mom’s, but Vic’s bed? Vic’s was just right.

Whistling happily, Brian went out into the Sunshine.
 

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