Title: Skies
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Characters: Brian Kinney, Justin Taylor
Paringa: Brian / Justin
Rating: PG13
Genre: slash
Words: 664
Prompt: Love
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bingo_italia Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, blablabla
Notes: final set Post . They are the first to be convinced that the two of them are on Fic PG13 against nature ... But it occurred to me I'm meatloaf and you scurami, is the first to write about QAF. * Kneels on chickpeas and humbly asks forgiveness .*
Justin always been fascinated by the sky, he loves to spend hours watching it. She loves to stay up to watch the sunrise with its pale colors and loves to observe the sunset with its infinite nuances of a myriad of different colors, is fascinated by the night sky, the deep and enveloping black and the stars shining like diamonds, full of mystery and guardians of men's desires. It may take a full day, with the nose, to observe the color changes from morning to night, watching the clouds move and change shape and to follow the journey of blacks flocks of birds, that change shape, like a harmonious melody .
In New York, however, when he raises his head, he sees only buildings of concrete and glass.
now on the roof of Kinnetic, waiting for Brian to finish work. It has the MP3 headphones in my ears, at full volume, to separate it from the annoying noise of the city and for himself completely from reality, that is not the twilight of a cool day in late October.
s'in The pale blue horizon darkens gradually until it became blue sky and a dark wasteland. The sun is no longer visible on the horizon, but the clouds are still spots of color, like brush strokes on canvas, a pink and bright orange. Justin at the time feels as if he were looking at a painting, a beautiful, huge work of art. If God exists, he thinks, have to be an artist. The sky that day is probably one of his best works, and Justin finds himself stupidly to wonder if God has even given a name to this painting.
winces when a headset is suddenly parade in her ear, but would turn his back adheres to someone's chest and one hand on her hip keeps him still. The moment of loss lasts only a moment, because then a chin rests on his shoulder and the unmistakable breath of Brian shattered against his ear. What
-plays, Radius Sun? - Brian puts the headset before Justin meets and makes a face. Still, this song terribly romantic? - Application, while the notes of ' Save the last dance for me ' echo of his right ear.
Justin turns to the man, grinning as only he can do. And Brian feels that his little ray of sun has illuminated his life, painting it, but until then he had not realized that it was all in black and white.
-I love this song! - Exclaims the blonde, surrounding the neck of her lover's arms. -Of all the songs we danced, is what I like more ... represents us more than any other .- It is also
-Chris Hobbs that I'll break your head .-
Justin shakes his head vigorously. -It is the first time you really showed that you cared for me. It is my smile and, before all, to show who I really was, by my side with the person I love. He did not nothing to do with the fucking Chris Hobbs! There can also ruin the most beautiful dance of my life - Brian
smiles and slowly caressing the hair of wheat Justin. Remain silent, are observed, they smile and unconsciously began to sway slowly to the music.
Justin realizes that his life is just like that song. May be others to tighten it and make him smile while he is in New York, but will not forget in whose arms will stand at the end, do not forget the rings, stables and a promise to return.
When their lips meet, Justin, feel the taste of Brian's tongue in your mouth as you start to breathe. Their silhouettes stand out to hug the sky behind a cloud pink and orange and a full moon shining already, but the darkness still be long in coming. Justin
it is certain that if this were a painting would call 'love '. Who knows, maybe God would give him the title instead.
In New York, however, when he raises his head, he sees only buildings of concrete and glass.
now on the roof of Kinnetic, waiting for Brian to finish work. It has the MP3 headphones in my ears, at full volume, to separate it from the annoying noise of the city and for himself completely from reality, that is not the twilight of a cool day in late October.
s'in The pale blue horizon darkens gradually until it became blue sky and a dark wasteland. The sun is no longer visible on the horizon, but the clouds are still spots of color, like brush strokes on canvas, a pink and bright orange. Justin at the time feels as if he were looking at a painting, a beautiful, huge work of art. If God exists, he thinks, have to be an artist. The sky that day is probably one of his best works, and Justin finds himself stupidly to wonder if God has even given a name to this painting.
winces when a headset is suddenly parade in her ear, but would turn his back adheres to someone's chest and one hand on her hip keeps him still. The moment of loss lasts only a moment, because then a chin rests on his shoulder and the unmistakable breath of Brian shattered against his ear. What
-plays, Radius Sun? - Brian puts the headset before Justin meets and makes a face. Still, this song terribly romantic? - Application, while the notes of ' Save the last dance for me ' echo of his right ear.
Justin turns to the man, grinning as only he can do. And Brian feels that his little ray of sun has illuminated his life, painting it, but until then he had not realized that it was all in black and white.
-I love this song! - Exclaims the blonde, surrounding the neck of her lover's arms. -Of all the songs we danced, is what I like more ... represents us more than any other .- It is also
-Chris Hobbs that I'll break your head .-
Justin shakes his head vigorously. -It is the first time you really showed that you cared for me. It is my smile and, before all, to show who I really was, by my side with the person I love. He did not nothing to do with the fucking Chris Hobbs! There can also ruin the most beautiful dance of my life - Brian
smiles and slowly caressing the hair of wheat Justin. Remain silent, are observed, they smile and unconsciously began to sway slowly to the music.
Justin realizes that his life is just like that song. May be others to tighten it and make him smile while he is in New York, but will not forget in whose arms will stand at the end, do not forget the rings, stables and a promise to return.
When their lips meet, Justin, feel the taste of Brian's tongue in your mouth as you start to breathe. Their silhouettes stand out to hug the sky behind a cloud pink and orange and a full moon shining already, but the darkness still be long in coming. Justin
it is certain that if this were a painting would call 'love '. Who knows, maybe God would give him the title instead.
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