You are one of the few writers who can make me read an AU-story. It is an interesting idea. I'm very much intrigued. And anxious about what's up with Brian. It's not "just" that he misses Justin, or is it?
Sheeesh, girl, what an intense chapter! I've got goosebumps like Justin, and not just once while I read this chapter.
Justin swallowed against the lump invading his throat. “You understand…how sometimes I can’t…you know. You won’t push me when I can’t take it. You’ll take your time. You won’t…hurt me.” *sniffles* Oh, the two of you ...
That had been a blessing when he lived there. It had made it easier, especially in those first days, when Brian wasn’t around, to still feel his presence…his strength. Later, it had turned into a prison…something he couldn’t escape, no matter how much he tried. Very powerful and perfectly captured in such a short paragraph.
Justin knew if things had been like they were before (he was careful not to think should have been…Ethan…Ethan…), he would be talking a mile a minute. Telling stories about classes, or something Debbie had said. Maybe even about his new painting. Brian would act annoyed but he’d ask the right questions, proving that he was listening and enjoying it. That's the most favorite BJ-image in my mind.
Justin recalled those nights when they hadn’t spoken. When they’d just sat there, watching an old movie…or Brian working and Justin sketching…their connection always between them. They’d always ended up fucking in a heap on the floor or the couch or wherever they’d fallen, too overcome with lust and desire to give a shit. He shook his head free from the memories.
This was good, too. This…whatever they had. This quiet that fell over them. The silence was neither oppressive nor intimate now.
It just was. So many fabulous and intense images you draw with your words. *loves*
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Date: 2007-09-20 08:03 pm (UTC)Sheeesh, girl, what an intense chapter! I've got goosebumps like Justin, and not just once while I read this chapter.
Justin swallowed against the lump invading his throat. “You understand…how sometimes I can’t…you know. You won’t push me when I can’t take it. You’ll take your time. You won’t…hurt me.”
*sniffles* Oh, the two of you ...
That had been a blessing when he lived there. It had made it easier, especially in those first days, when Brian wasn’t around, to still feel his presence…his strength. Later, it had turned into a prison…something he couldn’t escape, no matter how much he tried.
Very powerful and perfectly captured in such a short paragraph.
Justin knew if things had been like they were before (he was careful not to think should have been…Ethan…Ethan…), he would be talking a mile a minute. Telling stories about classes, or something Debbie had said. Maybe even about his new painting. Brian would act annoyed but he’d ask the right questions, proving that he was listening and enjoying it.
That's the most favorite BJ-image in my mind.
Justin recalled those nights when they hadn’t spoken. When they’d just sat there, watching an old movie…or Brian working and Justin sketching…their connection always between them. They’d always ended up fucking in a heap on the floor or the couch or wherever they’d fallen, too overcome with lust and desire to give a shit. He shook his head free from the memories.
This was good, too. This…whatever they had. This quiet that fell over them. The silence was neither oppressive nor intimate now.
It just was.
So many fabulous and intense images you draw with your words. *loves*
Can't wait to read more of this story!
*hugs*