The Object of my Affection
Chapter One

brian

Rating: Adults Only
Category: Fanfiction
Pairing: Brian Kinney, Justin Taylor, Michael Novotny, Emmett Honeycutt, Ted Schmidt, Molly Taylor, Debbie Novotny, Cynthia
Genres:Drama, Romance
Warnings:Minor Character Death
Summary:Justin is 24 and coping with his parent’s death. His sister was been injured in the same accident and he must put his life on hold until she is recovered. He is not interested in getting involved with anyone, his life is too complicated at the moment for other entanglements. He meets Brian Kinney one night on Liberty Ave. they have a one night stand but Brian can’t get Justin out of his mind.
Disclaimer: All characters and situations from Queer as Folk are properties of Russell T. Davies, Ron Cowen and Daniel Lipman, Showtime, and others. No copyright infringement is intended. This story is rated by the author and not by any independent body.

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1.45am and as always, Liberty Ave was alive and bustling.

“A bit slow for a Friday night, well I thought it was,” Michael grumbled.

“What happened to the guy who was cruising you all night?” Ted asked.

“There he is. He still looks interested to me sweetie,” Emmett laughed as a semi-hot guy leaned against the wall just opposite where they were waiting.

“I’m not interested,” Michael said loudly enough for the guy to hear.

“Well maybe you should be and show a certain someone that he’s not the only one who can get laid,” Ted said in a low voice.

Michael shook his head. “Where is he?”

“Getting his dick sucked, where else?” Ted growled.

“Did I hear my name? Can’t help talking about me I see Theodore.”

“We do have other things to talk about, not just you,” Ted growled again.

“Maybe you wouldn’t be so grumpy if you got laid more often,” Brian smiled. “But you probably already knew that.” Brian turned and looked across the street and stopped.

Under the street light was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He watched as the blond man pulled out his cell and dialed it.

“Come on Brian, let’s get some food, I’m starving,” Mikey tried to grab his arm and pull him along but Brian shook him off.

“I’ll see you guys later, I’ve seen something I want and now I’m going to get it.” Brian crossed the street.

“What about us?” Emmett called out. “How are we supposed to get home?”

Brian called back over his shoulder, “You can ride with Ted.”

“Thanks a lot asshole,” Ted called back.

Brian walked straight up to the blond man. As he moved closer he could see two of the bluest eyes he had ever seen. The man was deep in conversation and hadn’t noticed Brian’s approach.

“Fuck!” the man closed his cell and shoved it back into his pocket.

“Is that an offer?” Brian smiled.

Justin was startled by the voice. He hadn’t notice Brian before this. “Pardon?”

“You said fuck and I thought it was an invitation,” Brian smirked.

“I’m sorry that you misunderstood. What makes you think I would even be interested in you?”

“Aren’t you?”

Justin looked him up and down. He was in fact devastatingly handsome and with the accident and looking after Molly, he hadn’t been laid in…. well it felt like forever. He continued to look at the man standing in front of him.

“I thought we could go to my place,” Brian smiled.

Justin knew this man was checking him out as he felt the man’s hazel eyes move slowly over every inch of him. It had been a long time and he was horny. “Where do you live?”

“On Tremont, it’s only ten minutes and my car is over there.”

“Sure why not,” Justin smiled. This was just what he needed a nice uncomplicated fuck.

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Justin looked at the auburn haired man lying beside him and smiled. He was certainly a first class fuck. The tightness in his chest had disappeared. He was beginning to think he had a heart condition, so he was pleased to find out that fucking banished that twisting feeling.

“I’m Brian, Brian Kinney,” a voice from beside him jolted him back to reality.

“Nice to meet you Brian.” Justin sat up and gathered his clothes.

“You’re not going yet are you? I was thinking that maybe you might be up for another round.”

“Sorry, need to go.” Justin pulled on his cargoes and shirt. He bent down and patted Brian on the ass. “You were great by the way, later.”

Brian heard the loft door close. He sat up and reached for a cigarette, flicking the lighter and inhaling deeply. Fuck, he wasn’t ready for him to go and what was the ass patting about. Of course he was great he was Brian Kinney after all. He dragged another pillow behind him, propping himself up and took another drag. He replayed his time with the stranger again, he didn’t even know his name. Brian smiled as the smoke filled his lungs. He exhaled very slowly. The trend to give up smoking made no sense to him at all. Why would you give up something that felt so good? Living forever couldn’t possibly be all that wonderful. He didn’t want to live past thirty. Why live until your skin wrinkled up and gravity spent all its time torturing you. He was going to enjoy his life.

That guy had been a good choice. Brian wished he had not rushed off like that. He wasn’t used to people leaving before he was finished with them. They had only fucked twice, not nearly enough. He hadn’t even sucked him off.

Brian smiled as he remembered how tight he was and how his cock filled him. When he had first seen him he thought he was young but he didn’t act young and he was certainly experienced. Hell he was a dynamite fuck, that’s why he wanted him to stay. He had no name, no age or any details at all, shit.

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Justin pulled his car into the garage and smiled. It hadn’t turned out to be a bad night. After his fight with Kyle on the phone he had been furious. Gabby and Kyle were his agents. They were pushing for Justin to come to New York faster. Kyle didn’t understand that he had to stay till Molly’s rehab was done. It might be what was best for his career but Molly had to come first. She was all the family he had left.

Finding that trick had just been the high spot of the night. Brian, he sighed, wondering if maybe he should have stayed a little longer, oh well no time for any regrets. He dropped his keys and wallet on the kitchen counter.

As he walked up stairs, thoughts of his evening filtered back. He could still smell Brian on his skin and now wished he had stayed longer. He wondered what his lips on his cock would have felt like. Justin pulled off his clothes and turned on the shower, stepping in. The water caressed his body, washing the smell of sex down the drain. He wasn’t sure how long he spent in the shower but when he emerged he felt refreshed and rested.

He wrapped the soft fluffy towel around his waist and walked into the studio. Gabby had been driving him crazy since they received the dates for his next show. Most of the work was complete but he needed two more pieces for the pressure to be off. He thought about the face of that trick tonight and wondered if he ever posed. Justin laughed. Why was this man invading his thoughts? One of the reasons he found tricking so appealing was that you never had to see or think about them again. He laughed at himself and started work.

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Brian met the guys for breakfast as usual. “Howdy boyz.”

“I’m not speaking to you, you left us Brian,” Mikey sulked.

“Did Ted take you home?”

“No thanks to you.”

“Good then there’s no problem.” Brian gulped his coffee and wrapped his donut in the serviette. “I’m late. I have an early meeting, got to go.”

“Huh,” Mikey moaned.

“See you at Woody’s after work?” Brian asked.

“Sure, around nine,” Mikey relented.

“Later.”

Brian drove to work and was in fact late for his meeting.

“Where have you been?” Cynthia snapped.

“Traffic was fucked, are they in there?”

She nodded. “Been waiting for fifteen minutes.”

“Then I suppose I will need to dazzle them,” Brian laughed.

“Good plan.” Cynthia shoved the file into his hand and he casually strolled into the room.

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“Molly, yelling at everyone is not helping.” Justin tried to reason with his sister.

“I don’t care about everyone else, they are not in a wheel chair, I am.”

“It’s not their fault Mol; they are only trying to help you.”

“It’s not my fault either,” she burst into tears. “I should have died with Mom and Dad.”

Justin grabbed her roughly and shook her. “Don’t you ever say that? I love you Molly Taylor and you won’t be in that chair permanently. You are a lucky girl. You survived. I can’t even think about losing you too. Please Molly try,” Justin begged.

She looked at the tears in his eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry Justin, I won’t leave you. I promise I’ll try.”

They held each other and cried over the loss of their parents. Molly had been very lucky. Her spinal cord had only been bruised, with dedication; she would make a complete recovery. Her therapy was very important and Justin needed to find a way to make her co-operate. He understood that her treatment was painful but she had to do her exercises regardless of the discomfort. It was just too important.

Justin handed Molly a Kleenex to clean up he face. “Okay now?”

Molly laughed. “No, I am in a wheelchair Justin, I am not okay, but I will be,” she smiled.

“I know, it’s just us now, we have to look after each other.”

“I miss Mom,” sadness wiped away her smile.

“I miss her too and Dad, but we are alive and they would want us to get on with our lives. Once you’re out of that chair, we’ll sell the house and move to New York near the gallery. It will be exciting to be young and living in New York, you’ll love it. I already know your favorite will be walks in Central Park.”

Molly smiled. “I can’t wait. I know it’s been difficult for you staying here with me. I love you Justin.”

“I love you too, Molly.”