Making Ends Meet- AU series Part 1/14
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Pairing:Brian/Justin.
Other Characters:Lindsay, Mel, Ted, Gus, Micheal, Emmett.
Summary:
A freak injury forces 40-year-old Brian Kinney to do something he never thought he would ever do: seek unemployment benefits. When he loses his job as a mechanic, will he ultimately wind up gaining something else much more precious?
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Disclaimer:I own nothing but this story.
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Part 1
"Come on! You really suck at this, Dad," the slender, auburn-haired, fourteen-year-old calls in frustration.
His dad, a tall, slender, quite-toned guy with the same color hair and same strong facial features, grits his teeth and forges ahead to get to the ball his son is juggling on the small patch of grass.
"I would have you know that I played football in high school, Sonny Boy. I almost got a full scholarship for college. If only…" The guy snorts, reaching his long legs forward to catch up with his son.
"What the fuck? This ain't no football." The boy frowns.
"Language!" a tall women in a loose gray t-shirt and sweat pants and sporting a dirty-blond ponytail says in a stern voice as she watches the man and the boy at play.
"Dad drops F bombs all the time," the boy points out as he curls his lips inward.
"Listen to your mom, Gus," the man says rather bluntly, keeping his eyes on the ball. "And besides, I hate it when people call this soccer. Football is what it's called in Europe, mind you," he continues.
"Like you would know anything about Europe, Dad," the boy snaps. "You've never left this hell hole your entire life!" He lifts his left leg and kicks hard. The ball arches in the air all the way across to the other side of the lawn. The tall man knows he needs to get to the ball before it lands between the two bricks his son laid out on the ground, or else it would be considered a goal for Gus. The man can't afford to be outranked by his own fourteen-year-old son. He takes a deep breath and jumps face down onto the grass to try and stop the ball. A loud cracking sound is heard. At first the man thinks he's landed on one of the tree branches that are scattered around, but a few minutes later when an excruciating pain cuts through the middle finger of his right hand he realizes it wasn't a tree branch that had snapped.
"Fuck! Hey, Lindsaaaay!" he screams loudly as he's trying to get up.
"What's wrong, Brian?" the tall, blond woman cries, rushing toward him.
"I think I dislocated my fucking finger." He grunts, noticing his son's smirking face.
"Do you think this is funny?" he growls, glaring at the mini carbon copy of himself.
"I kinda find it amusing," the boy answers, reaching for his phone.
"You better not take that picture!" Brian warns.
"Or what?" Gus teases.
"Or you'll get no allowance for a month," Brian retorts.
"Moooom!" Gus protests.
"Will you two stop?" Lindsay doesn't sound amused. She's having a hard time juggling two part-time jobs, dealing with her teenage son, her moody girlfriend and a toddler they've been raising together for quite some time, so she definitely doesn't need any more drama now. The one good thing she can at least say about Gus' dad is that he's still keeping the promise he made to her fourteen years ago. Back then, Brian had agreed not to be just a random sperm donor to her baby even though she knew he's gay and would never consider having kids. He promised back then to respect his parental rights and provide for her and for Gus as much as he could, and he's still trying his best.
"Are you okay, Dad?" Gus asks after a slight pause. Brian is still lying on the ground nursing his aching finger.
"I'll live." Brian groans. "I think I might just need some ice." Gus nods and goes inside the house to bring his Dad some ice from the kitchen.
"You never quit, do you?" Lindsay says quietly while helping Brian up.
"You know I don't," Brian answers. He smiles through the pain as Gus comes outside again.
"I couldn't find ice so I brought you this," he says, handing Brian a bag of frozen peas. "And this." He hands him a cold can of beer and opens it for him.
"Thanks, Sonny Boy," Brian says softly, taking a large gulp.
"Sorry about that," Gus whispers.
"It's not your fault," Brian answers, trying to wrap the frozen bag around his finger. "But I guess we'll have to put our soccer games on hold for a while."
"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Lindsay asks. "I can drive you home."
"No, it's okay," Brian grits out, as he sees Lindsay's girlfriend, a rather grim, dark-haired woman, approaching.
"Better not say anything, Mel," he warns before she even opens her mouth.
"Let me know if you need anything," Lindsay tells him before Brian nods and walks away.
Trying to climb onto his motorcycle is almost impossible at this stage. It's a vintage 1970's piece he reconstructed himself last summer. Now it seems like a distant memory. He eventually gets on, but before he starts the engine he notices his fucking finger is now the size and color of his own dick whenever he drops his pants and gets ready to ride a piece of nice, hot young ass.
He lets out a dry huff. There's no way in hell he's walking into the back room in Babylon with that thing on his finger tonight.
TBC…
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Date: 2013-09-29 03:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-09-29 06:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-29 09:03 pm (UTC)I was a bit hard on Brian, wasn't I? lol
Thank you so much for your honest supportive feedback, my dear.
And to answer your question- you'll have to wait and see :D
*hugs*
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Date: 2013-09-29 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-29 09:05 pm (UTC)More to come soon.
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Date: 2013-09-29 09:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-29 09:23 pm (UTC)More to come soon.
*hugs you tight*
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Date: 2013-09-30 09:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-01 03:28 am (UTC)More to come soon.
*hugs*
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Date: 2013-10-01 12:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-01 03:14 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2013-10-01 04:57 pm (UTC)The banner is beautiful.
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Date: 2013-10-01 05:33 pm (UTC)I agree, the banner is really special.
*hugs you tight*
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Date: 2013-10-24 08:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-24 11:51 am (UTC)I thought I'd use the same injury Gale Harold had while he played soccer (aka football ) instead of inflicting Brian a more dramatic one as the reason he couldn't go to work for six months...
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and leave a comment. I really appreciate it. This is not a WIP btw ;)
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Date: 2013-11-02 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-03 01:04 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for taking the time to read and leave such a sweet supportive feedback. I really appreciate it.
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Date: 2014-07-01 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-01 03:58 pm (UTC)Let's just say that inspiration is everywhere ;)