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FROM:solstice1394
TITLE: Fathers
REQUEST: Fic. Hurt/Comfort and general Angst is fine, but with a Happy Ending. Post-Series. Brian/Justin-centric. Also wouldn't mind the inclusion of Daphne, Jennifer, and Gus. Any other series regulars are fine too.
NOTES: I tried to meet the entire request asm614 this is for you girl! All dreams sequences are in Italics. And a big thank you to my friend Jill for the beta work.
RATING: Mature (for sex scene and cursing as well as graphic violence to a person)
WARNINGS: Bashing and homophobia of a main character.
“You can learn good self defense in a class, you can learn great self defense while fighting with your family.”
-Michael Westin (Burn Notice)
“Stop it. You're going to hurt him,” someone yelled to Jack even though that never worked.
Brian knew that Jack never stopped until he passed out or lost interest. He protected his ribs and curled into tight ball. He was 12. It was such a terrible memory and long before he even met Michael.
“You fucking fairy,” Jack slurred as he kicked Brian’s arm. It was painful and he could feel the bruise starting.
No one would help him here, the voice had stopped crying. Claire was probably taking care of their passed out mom now. She was probably the one who screamed. Jack was screaming now, screaming to get Claire. He wouldn’t let Claire get hurt; she didn’t do anything tonight.
They had been good tonight and yet it didn’t matter, Jack had still hurt him.
Jack finally stopped kicking him. He was going to the kitchen now, it didn’t matter he was too drunk to even stand any longer as he would pass out before getting to Claire. He heard the thunk of Jack falling to the floor.
Claire was walking towards him carrying a wet towel to soothe his busted lip.
He woke up in a sweat with Justin tangled in the sheets on the other side of the bed. It was one of the rare weekends where Justin could get away from building of his career and come home to him... or for the night. They were staying in the loft because he didn’t want to drive out to Britin so late. It had been 2 in the morning by the time they had left Woody's after dinner at Deb's.
He looked about the loft and surveyed the coldness of the space. He tried to shake off the nightmare, and when that didn’t work he went to his place by the window to see the city. He was in sweats and no shirt in the cold loft - it was how he felt, cold.
It was the middle of winter, but the snow hadn’t fallen just yet. The weatherman had said tomorrow, maybe. He looked at the dark clouds and their foreboding mood and what was about to happen to the city. It matched his dream. That night had been like any other night except Claire was nice that night, she had gotten him to bed. She was for that night a big sister and Jack hadn’t gotten to her.
Claire was never that great of a big sister. She seemed more about self preservation than anything else because she hated her father as much as the rest of them. The Kinney family never pretended to be happy or the Hallmark family Joan pretended they were, though the booze was her personal photoshop.
He felt arms wrap around him. He knew it was Justin and felt kisses being placed on his neck. He let some of his memory of the nightmare go, he was still hot from the nightmare and yet the cool hands of Justin were calming him a little.
“Come back to bed I heard you tossing around.” Justin left out the fact that he was also moaning something about stopping or something.
“Yeah Jack seems to stick around even after all these years,” Brian grimaced as he felt Justin’s arms tense at the mention of his father.
Justin didn’t have a great relationship with his father either; he doubted any gay man did. He was determined to be a father to Gus though. He spends time in Canada though everyone else at the company just sees it as Brian venturing over the border to try his hand at business in Moose country. He was there more than Michael and Ben mainly because he had more money so JR was like a daughter he didn’t know he wanted much to Mel’s unhappiness.
“Come with me. We can show him what two homosexuals can do that he can never do,” Justin teased when he felt himself tense.
“What, that dead people tend to not be able to do anything,” Brian rolled his lips in his mouth, still looking out to the skyline and the foreboding clouds.
Justin wrapped his hands around Brian’s broad chest and felt Brian melt into him. He kissed his neck. “How about the one thing that he never had,” Justin whispered in Brian’s ear.
“Happiness?” Brian asked, focusing less on the skyline and more on what Justin was doing with his very talented tongue.
“No,” Justin breathily laughed as he pulled Brian closer to the bed.
“Then what,” Brian face became teasing.
“Enjoying the life of being a fucking fairy because he never got the fun of having a cock up his ass,” Justin teased, pulling the robe that he had been wearing off and showed his milky white skin to his lover.
“Oh so now my dad is gay,” Brian asked as he laughed and pulled Justin onto the bed for another round.
“Yeah all homophobic asses are,” Justin got out before he was attacked by Brian’s mouth on his.
“Uh huh,” Brian agreed and didn’t give much thought to anything else as he pleasured Justin and himself.
Justin was already stretched from sex earlier, and Brian loved the way Justin's skin was flushed with want. He kissed a path from Justin's well heated face down his chest, stopping at the nipples. He teased Justin and played with the nipple ring that he had in years past mocked but secretly loved to play with; it elicited such a moan from Justin. He tugged it with his teeth for a second to hear that moan. He got it and rewarded Justin with his tongue flicking and lips sucking.
He went further down Justin to suck on his sunshine. He swished his tongue on the top of the head of Justin cock. He sucked for a minute and then moved to sucking the length of the shaft making Justin purr the way he wanted him too.
“Stop teasing. I want you now,” Justin pleaded; he had been waiting long enough and he wanted Brian.
“All good things, Sunshine,” Brian teased, but he reached for a condom and lube all the same.
He tore the wrapper with his teeth and slipped it on, lubed himself and thrust his cock head into Justin. He waited for Justin to adjust and then he pushed all the way in to make Justin enjoy it more. He felt Justin wrap his legs around his waist, and when he thrust, Justin’s legs pulled him in further. He was going harder and faster to take him to the precipice of orgasm.
Another thrust and he felt Justin’s prostate. He saw Justin’s eyes roll back into his head. Justin was closing around him, so he pushed deeper and without even touching Justin's dick he made him cum. Brian thrust a few times more, riding Justin’s orgasm and making himself cum.
He fell on Justin's body, exhausted from the great sex. He felt Justin breathing deeply and knew he was asleep. He pulled out and tossed the condom into the trash. Then he pulled the duvet over Justin; his own heart was still hammering in his chest.
He pulled his sweats back up and looked at the clock at his bedside. It displayed a dark blue 5 in the morning. He knew he wouldn't be getting anymore sleep, so he pulled out a long sleeved thermal and pulled on his sweatshirt that had the insignia for the group that Debbie had thought he needed to join, if not be a part of by endorsing them with his money.
He hadn’t joined the gay parent league, but he had given a very generous donation without anyone knowing. Debbie had given him the hoodie as a thank you. She knew him well enough not to comment on the fact that he was a very proud father.
The sweater read “Proud Gay Father,” on the back and it had the logo of a small hand print with a big one on the front with small print under it of “Proud LGBT Parents.” He was very proud of Gus; he was starting 4th grade this year and already had a 6th grade reading level.
He pulled on his running shoes and wrote a quick note to Justin that he would be back in a bit with breakfast. He grabbed his key and tied it to his shoelace, stuffed his wallet and phone into his pocket, and went out the door, his gloves in place before he felt the chill of winter. He was already exhausted so he just needed to run the mile of the block, maybe, then he could grab breakfast and have a quick shower with his Sunshine.
He went down the stairs and ran from the building towards the docks as the sky turned angry and depressed. He ran along the sidewalk. It was still dark because of the time of the year; the streetlamps would only be on for 30 more minutes and then the sun would start to rise. He saw workers heading to work, blue collar workers much like his drunken father.
A/N that is the end. I hope you liked it. I feel like this could have more to it, like there is more to this story. I might continue this - I don’t know yet.
asm614FROM:
solstice1394TITLE: Fathers
REQUEST: Fic. Hurt/Comfort and general Angst is fine, but with a Happy Ending. Post-Series. Brian/Justin-centric. Also wouldn't mind the inclusion of Daphne, Jennifer, and Gus. Any other series regulars are fine too.
NOTES: I tried to meet the entire request asm614 this is for you girl! All dreams sequences are in Italics. And a big thank you to my friend Jill for the beta work.
RATING: Mature (for sex scene and cursing as well as graphic violence to a person)
WARNINGS: Bashing and homophobia of a main character.
“You can learn good self defense in a class, you can learn great self defense while fighting with your family.”
-Michael Westin (Burn Notice)
-BJ-
“Stop it. You're going to hurt him,” someone yelled to Jack even though that never worked.
Brian knew that Jack never stopped until he passed out or lost interest. He protected his ribs and curled into tight ball. He was 12. It was such a terrible memory and long before he even met Michael.
“You fucking fairy,” Jack slurred as he kicked Brian’s arm. It was painful and he could feel the bruise starting.
No one would help him here, the voice had stopped crying. Claire was probably taking care of their passed out mom now. She was probably the one who screamed. Jack was screaming now, screaming to get Claire. He wouldn’t let Claire get hurt; she didn’t do anything tonight.
They had been good tonight and yet it didn’t matter, Jack had still hurt him.
Jack finally stopped kicking him. He was going to the kitchen now, it didn’t matter he was too drunk to even stand any longer as he would pass out before getting to Claire. He heard the thunk of Jack falling to the floor.
Claire was walking towards him carrying a wet towel to soothe his busted lip.
-BJ-
He woke up in a sweat with Justin tangled in the sheets on the other side of the bed. It was one of the rare weekends where Justin could get away from building of his career and come home to him... or for the night. They were staying in the loft because he didn’t want to drive out to Britin so late. It had been 2 in the morning by the time they had left Woody's after dinner at Deb's.
He looked about the loft and surveyed the coldness of the space. He tried to shake off the nightmare, and when that didn’t work he went to his place by the window to see the city. He was in sweats and no shirt in the cold loft - it was how he felt, cold.
It was the middle of winter, but the snow hadn’t fallen just yet. The weatherman had said tomorrow, maybe. He looked at the dark clouds and their foreboding mood and what was about to happen to the city. It matched his dream. That night had been like any other night except Claire was nice that night, she had gotten him to bed. She was for that night a big sister and Jack hadn’t gotten to her.
Claire was never that great of a big sister. She seemed more about self preservation than anything else because she hated her father as much as the rest of them. The Kinney family never pretended to be happy or the Hallmark family Joan pretended they were, though the booze was her personal photoshop.
He felt arms wrap around him. He knew it was Justin and felt kisses being placed on his neck. He let some of his memory of the nightmare go, he was still hot from the nightmare and yet the cool hands of Justin were calming him a little.
“Come back to bed I heard you tossing around.” Justin left out the fact that he was also moaning something about stopping or something.
“Yeah Jack seems to stick around even after all these years,” Brian grimaced as he felt Justin’s arms tense at the mention of his father.
Justin didn’t have a great relationship with his father either; he doubted any gay man did. He was determined to be a father to Gus though. He spends time in Canada though everyone else at the company just sees it as Brian venturing over the border to try his hand at business in Moose country. He was there more than Michael and Ben mainly because he had more money so JR was like a daughter he didn’t know he wanted much to Mel’s unhappiness.
“Come with me. We can show him what two homosexuals can do that he can never do,” Justin teased when he felt himself tense.
“What, that dead people tend to not be able to do anything,” Brian rolled his lips in his mouth, still looking out to the skyline and the foreboding clouds.
Justin wrapped his hands around Brian’s broad chest and felt Brian melt into him. He kissed his neck. “How about the one thing that he never had,” Justin whispered in Brian’s ear.
“Happiness?” Brian asked, focusing less on the skyline and more on what Justin was doing with his very talented tongue.
“No,” Justin breathily laughed as he pulled Brian closer to the bed.
“Then what,” Brian face became teasing.
“Enjoying the life of being a fucking fairy because he never got the fun of having a cock up his ass,” Justin teased, pulling the robe that he had been wearing off and showed his milky white skin to his lover.
“Oh so now my dad is gay,” Brian asked as he laughed and pulled Justin onto the bed for another round.
“Yeah all homophobic asses are,” Justin got out before he was attacked by Brian’s mouth on his.
“Uh huh,” Brian agreed and didn’t give much thought to anything else as he pleasured Justin and himself.
Justin was already stretched from sex earlier, and Brian loved the way Justin's skin was flushed with want. He kissed a path from Justin's well heated face down his chest, stopping at the nipples. He teased Justin and played with the nipple ring that he had in years past mocked but secretly loved to play with; it elicited such a moan from Justin. He tugged it with his teeth for a second to hear that moan. He got it and rewarded Justin with his tongue flicking and lips sucking.
He went further down Justin to suck on his sunshine. He swished his tongue on the top of the head of Justin cock. He sucked for a minute and then moved to sucking the length of the shaft making Justin purr the way he wanted him too.
“Stop teasing. I want you now,” Justin pleaded; he had been waiting long enough and he wanted Brian.
“All good things, Sunshine,” Brian teased, but he reached for a condom and lube all the same.
He tore the wrapper with his teeth and slipped it on, lubed himself and thrust his cock head into Justin. He waited for Justin to adjust and then he pushed all the way in to make Justin enjoy it more. He felt Justin wrap his legs around his waist, and when he thrust, Justin’s legs pulled him in further. He was going harder and faster to take him to the precipice of orgasm.
Another thrust and he felt Justin’s prostate. He saw Justin’s eyes roll back into his head. Justin was closing around him, so he pushed deeper and without even touching Justin's dick he made him cum. Brian thrust a few times more, riding Justin’s orgasm and making himself cum.
He fell on Justin's body, exhausted from the great sex. He felt Justin breathing deeply and knew he was asleep. He pulled out and tossed the condom into the trash. Then he pulled the duvet over Justin; his own heart was still hammering in his chest.
He pulled his sweats back up and looked at the clock at his bedside. It displayed a dark blue 5 in the morning. He knew he wouldn't be getting anymore sleep, so he pulled out a long sleeved thermal and pulled on his sweatshirt that had the insignia for the group that Debbie had thought he needed to join, if not be a part of by endorsing them with his money.
He hadn’t joined the gay parent league, but he had given a very generous donation without anyone knowing. Debbie had given him the hoodie as a thank you. She knew him well enough not to comment on the fact that he was a very proud father.
The sweater read “Proud Gay Father,” on the back and it had the logo of a small hand print with a big one on the front with small print under it of “Proud LGBT Parents.” He was very proud of Gus; he was starting 4th grade this year and already had a 6th grade reading level.
He pulled on his running shoes and wrote a quick note to Justin that he would be back in a bit with breakfast. He grabbed his key and tied it to his shoelace, stuffed his wallet and phone into his pocket, and went out the door, his gloves in place before he felt the chill of winter. He was already exhausted so he just needed to run the mile of the block, maybe, then he could grab breakfast and have a quick shower with his Sunshine.
He went down the stairs and ran from the building towards the docks as the sky turned angry and depressed. He ran along the sidewalk. It was still dark because of the time of the year; the streetlamps would only be on for 30 more minutes and then the sun would start to rise. He saw workers heading to work, blue collar workers much like his drunken father.
A/N that is the end. I hope you liked it. I feel like this could have more to it, like there is more to this story. I might continue this - I don’t know yet.
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