Does A Scorpio Like Me

Save the last dance for me

Title: Save the last dance for me
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Characters: Brian Kinney, Justin Taylor
Paringa: Brian / Justin
Rating:
PG13 Genre: slash
Words: 522
Prompt: Dancing of bingo_italia
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, blablabla
Notes: The title comes from the homonymous song of the Drifters, which, I presume, knows anyone who reads this fic. If you have not got the shot in the episode 1x22 is set during the ballroom scene \u0026lt;3

do not know what in the end, you have pushed to accept the invitation of the pathetic Justin and go to the dance of the diploma. You just know that you were preparing to go to Babylon and then, almost without realizing it, you found yourself wearing your best Armani suit, in a gym full of kids smoking.

Then you saw a blonde head in the crowd of teenagers and anonymous-looking, sighing, did you go meet that guy who stood out like a diamond in the middle of the garbage.

looking into his eyes-those eyes that you would not never forgotten, even in New York, because you always close your saw its blue irises and deep as the ocean illuminated by his enthusiastic smile, the 'single smile, besides yours, of which I never cared anything-feel her happiness, so intense as to be almost palpable in the air and you believe that perhaps has not been an idea so stupid to accept the invitation. The

take by the hand and bring it to the center of the dance floor, now that you will want everyone to know, want to 'fuck' to the stupid school is really perfect.

Can not take his eyes from his face, and it is as if you were trying to see through his eyes. Do you want to be able to see you as perfect as God, will you be able to love as he loves you . You do

twirl and although at Babylon have danced together at least a million times, it's like this was your first dance. And 'as if there was only him, only music and your bodies moving together. For the first time you realize you not need anything else. Or other unknown to fuck, alcohol and drugs or Michael ... that probably it will be going to Portland by his doctor.

Justin's smile widens when he raises from the ground, after having made him an exciting casquet do when his leg is tied to your side like when you are in bed, laughing , your brows are grazed and feel his warm breath on your lips tilted into a smile. Frem inside you when you think about what you do tonight, because you ask him something in exchange for your presence and that stupid dance terribly romantic.

Justin is radiant and you can not even keep you from kissing, passionately, to feel more yours. To make everyone understand that this guy is fantastic that you own.

The shots, if possible, closer, a hand through his golden hair to massage the neck and the other that makes a side. Your kiss is slow and sweet as a caress. Your languages clash and seek in the mouths warm and welcoming.

Justin is so fucking beautiful and happy that it hurts, is beaming.

It 's a ray of sunshine .

And all in your head, you finally clear. Do you finally realize how much things to Pittsburgh can be gray, there will always be your Sunshine in heated and lighted. You can also believe that your light is off, but as long as you stay near, shine his light.

Watch the white silk scarf around his neck and leave it to him to decide, because the end is still worth living, if he's there with you.