Making Ends Meet- AU series Part 4/14

[guavejuice]

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Author:guavejuice
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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Part 4


Brian seems to feel an unexpected rush of excitement the next morning when he drags himself out of bed and shuffles his feet into his tiny bathroom. His mattress is way too lumpy and could use a replacement, and the showerhead in the bathroom has seen better days, but Brian can't even begin to think about spending money on home improvement at this point. Yet a quiet but steady buzz runs through his lower abdomen as he stands over the toilet. He smiles to himself as he notices his balls hardening and his dick filling nicely until it stands up proudly. The thick vein across his bright red shaft pulsates in a cheerful rhythm and the pink swollen tip vibrates, looking like a hungry mouth.

The pain in his finger has now subsided, but he's still apprehensive about attempting to jerk off. He lets out a sigh as he notices how quickly his dick deflates, but for some reason he's not pissed off.

Nicely shaven but with still enough stubble to look sexy, he walks naked back to his bedroom, dragging his worn-out jeans and a t-shirt from his narrow, cramped closet.

He likes the feel of the ragged denim against his naked balls, but since he always wears his black briefs for work he decides to keep that tradition alive, even though he no longer has an actual job.

He ponders whether or not he should stop by Starbucks on his way, but shrugs the idea off. He'd better spend that 10 bucks on something more worthwhile.

He quickly fixes himself a cup of instant coffee and some toast as he browses through the cabinet in the small hallway to search for the documents he's supposed to bring back to the unemployment agency today.

His dick suddenly itches and twitches in protest as he thinks about the young man he had encountered yesterday. He's trying to ignore those warning signs, but something tells him he doesn't stand a chance.

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Brian finds a parking spot between a black Jeep and a red Ford. He slowly dismounts from his motorcycle, regretting his decision to use his fucking bike.

A stale breeze of air conditioning welcomes him as he walks into the elevator. An even stronger dump smell surrounds him when he walks towards Mr. Schmidt's office.

A blond head is lurking from behind a thick paperback book. Brian recognizes the person right away, but can't bring himself to say anything. Fuck, he can't even move. He lets out an almost inaudible sigh as he sits on one of the orange, plastic chairs.

His legs feel numb. He's eager to say something, but he knows a random 'Hi' isn't going to cut it. He can't actually introduce himself the right way, though, because he doesn't even know the blond guy's name. He's trying to keep his dick at bay but to no avail. Brian feels his tight boxer shorts fill to their full capacity. Usually Brian takes pride in his record-breaking erections, but for some reason he doesn't feel like a competition today.

The door opens and a voice calls out, 'come in'. The blond picks up his book and his backpack, stands up and walks straight in without even turning around to notice Brian there.

Brian is thankful that the reception area is empty and that there's no one there but him. To his dismay, he's nervously fondling the edges of the brown envelope containing his documents as he starts thinking about his best pickup lines.

Fancy meeting you here. Too Babylon.

Hey, you. Too Woody's.

Hey, gorgeous. No fucking way.

Fuck. The guy would soon be out of Mr. Nerdschmidt's office and Brian would never see him again. How fucked is this? He can't even explain why, but he just can't stop thinking about this guy.

He's dying to have a smoke, but large signs all over the place remind him not to. He wants to send a message to Michael, but his phone battery is in dire need of recharging.

He sticks his hand in his pocket and takes out a packet of gum, sticking one last stripe into his mouth.

Just at that very moment, the door to Mr. Schmidt's office opens and a rather wretched-looking blond steps outside. He looks as though he's been crying, but Brian doesn't want to stare too long or his dick would explode in his fucking tight, $2.99 Target black briefs. He lifts himself from the plastic chair and almost chokes on his gum when the young blond looks at him and smiles.

"Hi… it's… you," the guy says. He's clearly been crying, but he obviously has enough composure to notice Brian.

"Yup, it's me." Brian smiles back, trying to get rid of his gum.

"Sorry. I'm a bit upset right now," the blond murmurs.

No shit.

"I hate this place," he admits.

"I… we...," Brian can't even compose one coherent sentence.

"Next!" Mr. DofenSchmirts or whatever the fuck calls from inside his office.

"Well… good luck. Again. I hope you'll have better luck than me," the blond guy says quietly, looking straight at Brian.

You can have better luck tonight, blondie, if you only say the word, the thought crosses Brian's mind for a split second. The guy looks so frail and insecure. So different from those arrogant twinks and those smooth-chested, buff guys he encounters on the streets of Liberty Avenue where he and his friends hang out during the weekends.

"Will you be coming back here?" Brian quickly blurts out, his heart racing a million miles an hour. This is insane. He's never felt this say before. Fucking never.

"I don't know. It depends. Mr. Schmidt just referred me to couple of job interviews, but… it's always the same. I'm fucking tired of it all," the guy answers after what seems to be an eternity. His voice breaks and he wipes his eyes with the palm of his hand.

"Well… guess I'll be here for a while as well." Brian shrugs.

"K… so… good luck, again." The guy waves quickly and disappears into the elevator.

TBC…

Comments

[nochaser-12.livejournal.com]

I love the anti-canon feel of this. An AU everything turned upside-down. The small bathroom, the jeep parked next to his bike, the Target briefs... lol. So un-Brian it's actually Brian!

Roni

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

I'm really thrilled to know you enjoy this 'up side down' AU because this is actually what I was aiming for. I thought it would be interesting to use AU in every sense of the word ;)
More to come soon.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and leave a supportive thoughtful feedback. I really appreciate it.

[shadownyc.livejournal.com]

I hope Brian decides to approach Justin for more than just a question or two. ;)

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

hmmm... I guess you would have to stick around and find out, my dear Car :P
Thank you so very much for your ongoing support and for your lovely encouraging feedback. It means a lot to me.
More to come soon ;)
*hugs*
V.

[urugwaj.livejournal.com]

This is sooo like RL and also Brian is still IC. I still think that's so sad fic but at the same time I want more. I hope that for both of them will be better time... Great fic!

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for your honest supportive feedback my dear. You know it means a lot to me.
I can promise it will get better ;)
*hugs you tight*

[spike7451.livejournal.com]

Another great chapter.

Love how uncertain of himself around Justin your Brian is. :)

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

There was something about Justin that threw Brian off even in cannon so I took the liberty of playing with it much more in this story... but there's another twist soon to come ;)
So glad to know you're enjoying this story dear Lyn. Thank you so much for your supportive feedback. It means a lot to me.
*hugs you tight*

[yumyumpm.livejournal.com]

I wonder why Justin needs a job? And what's making him cry. You've got me having to continue when I should be cleaning the house.

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for your ongoing support and for supportive feedback. It means a lot to me to know you're still reading it instead of doing your house work ;)
There's more coming up ;)