"Is That All There Is?"
Author's Note: Inspired by Peggy Lee
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It was two in the morning about a week after Valentine’s Day.
Brian was staring out of the loft windows toward the street below. The night was
cloudy. And the large bouquet of flowers in the crystal vase sitting on the desk
was beginning to wither and fade.
On February 14th, in an unsolicited ridiculously romantic moment, he finally
bought those roses for Justin. And no, he didn’t get them at the corner bodega
nor did he allow his fingers to do the walking across the keyboard of his
computer. Brian Kinney ex-stud of Liberty Avenue walked into a florist to
personally select a combination of roses and exotic orchids for his partner. He
then went to an authentic Hallmark store to purchase the perfect Valentine’s Day
card. He even got a card for his son.
The result of his very thoughtful gift was just as he expected. Justin was all
over Brian like white on rice. Brian was made love to every which way including
up. Brian took care to make love to Justin as well. And then after several
rounds of passionate lovemaking they fucked themselves silly.
Justin’s appreciation of Brian’s grand gesture extended into the following week.
Brian graciously put up with the "I love you" post-it notes in his brief case,
the "thinking of you" emails and the "fuck me through the mattress" texts.
All in all, Brian thought he could get used to this hetero non-holiday.
"Hey," Justin said as he padded into the living room in search of his mate. He
was wrapped in a sheet to keep the chill off. "You okay?"
"I’m fine," Brian replied softly as he drew the younger man close. Justin hugged
Brian’s trim waist.
"Couldn’t sleep?" Justin asked as he looked up into Brian’s eyes. Brian just
shrugged then kissed the top of Justin’s head.
"Just thinking."
"About anything in particular?" When Brian hesitated, Justin pressed him. "Bri,
we’ve been together for a very long time, you can tell me anything."
"I know I can," Brian whispered as if any louder sounds would break the magic
spell of their life together. Brian and Justin had indeed, been together for a
very long time.
Brian turned toward the vase, the gentle sound of a dried rose petal falling off
a withered bloom and landing on the desk, caught his attention.
"Is that all there is?"
"What?"
"Is that all there is, Sunshine? Does love wither and die like these roses?"
"Sometimes," came the unexpected response. "We’ve seen it happen all too
frequently. But not us." Justin’s smile was blinding.
"No, not us," Brian sighed contentedly. The man he has loved for more than
thirty years was in his arms and that’s all that mattered.
"You do know that I really loved the flowers but they weren’t necessary." Brian
knew but it was the act of giving, that was important. "So, in answer to your
question, no that isn’t all there is," Justin said as he slipped his arms around
Brian’s neck taking their dancing stance. Then to the unheard music, Brian and
Justin slowly danced around the loft. When their dance ended, hand in hand, the
lovers, partners for life went back to bed.
As the lovers snuggled, drifting off into a peaceful sleep, the clouds parted. A
single moon beam slipped between the drapes and fell onto the one surviving
bloom. That isn’t all there is, there is so much more.
"Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is"
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