Ten Inches (Or More...)- B/J One Shot

[guavejuice]

Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:Post 513, January 2016 *g*
A/N:Originally written for Monthly Challenge @EKG_club
Disclaimer:I own nothing but this story.
Comments are love.

-Early Sunday Morning, Britin-

"Beware of the storm Brian," Justin says, his iphone pressed between his shoulder and his ear. He's sitting in the specious warm living room gazing outside through the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the grounds of his and Brian's West Virginia home. "Looks like we've got Ten inches here already, " he points out, seeing as a thick blanket of snow covers the entire landscape.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Brian's voice drops an octave as he's trying to keep his hands firmly on the wheel while listening to his partner's familiar voice through the Bluetooth is his Jeep.

"Well you know what they say… careful what you wish for," Justin answers. "But seriously Brian, it looks rather gloomy from here. Are you getting closer to the Pennsylvania Turnpike ? I'd be REALLY careful there if I were you," Justin continues,folding his legs under him on the Italian motor sofa.

"What are you, fucking Mysterious Marilyn?" Brian mutters. Justin lets out a dry huff in response.
The memory of the Mysterious Marilyn incident as they both now refer to it doesn't escape him even though he wasn't even there at the time. He was a Seventeen year old who ran away to NYC checking into a luxury hotel using Brian's credit card number. God! What was he thinking back then? Sure he was offended and hurt when Brian accused him -wrongly – for not setting the alarm in the loft leading to Brian's stuff being stolen. Running away like that wasn't the best decision he ever made and damn it, he'd made quite a few mistakes along the way since then. The fact Brian practically went after Justin that day-and the fact they ended up fucking well into the small hours of the next morning in the hotel suit- made everything a bit better though.

It's not the first time Brian and him had to overcome the harsh circumstances of their relationship, literally and figuratively. Their journey wasn't always a smooth sailing but they learned to navigate their way through it despite everything. When Justin spent a year in New York getting to know the art scene both of them traveled back and forth quite a bit. After Justin came back there were still occasional business- and pleasure- trips for each of them to Chicago or Miami but mostly between New York City and West Virginia.

Ironically enough it's Brian who had to be in New York City for a business meeting this time and it's Justin who stayed home in Britin.

"No I'm not fucking Mysterious Marilyn, you asshole" Justin answers " But did you check your tires before you left?" he continues, bringing them both to the business at hand.

"Must you mention ass holes right now?" Brian groans." It's getting REALLY hard for me as it is, well… I might as well just …hey… what the FUUUCK!!??" A loud thumping followed by a sharp screeching sounds is heard.

Justin's heart almost skips a beat. "Brian??? Are you there...?" he screams into his phone but there's no answer at the other end of the line. God forbid if something should happen to this big jerk. This stubborn unapologetic beautiful carrying loving man, the man he misses so much even though they've only been apart for a few days.

During the winter Justin would always tell Brian that if either of them should be out of town for business he'd rather they stayed a couple more days at the hotel and then drive back-or take a flight- when the weather cleared.For some reason Brian always declines. He would rather drive home as soon possible even when weather conditions are less than friendly. Brian would never admit it out loud- even Fifteen years into his long term relationship with Justin- but he just can't wait to get home, feel Justin's bare smooth toasty skin and plump waiting lips close to him as they reunite in their warm comfortable bed after such a business trip.

"Brian??? Are you there?" Justin tries again. No answer. He disconnects the call and tries to dial again but it rolls straight to voice mail. Justin's breath is caught in his throat as dark disturbing thoughts creep into his mind.

FUCK!

_ _ _ _ _

-Same time, Pennsylvania Turnpike -

Trying to stir the wheel of his Jeep as much as he can to get out of the fucking huge pile of snow it got stranded on Brian curses the entire world and their mother only to realize a few moments later that he's not the only one that got stuck. There's a whole line of SUV's and trucks behind him. In any other set up this scenario might have sparked some sort of sarcastic naughty remark from Brian about how those beer chugging breeders can't resist bumping into him from behind and all that shit but he's not in that kind of mood now. Not today. It's almost noon and he can't wait to be back home in Britin plowing into Justin's waiting ass but instead he's stuck here having to come up with a brilliant idea that would help him plow his way out of this fucking snow. He would have left NYC earlier if he could but his new client insisted they would have dinner together the day before to celebrate the new account. So now he's HERE and Justin is back in West Virginia buried in ten fucking inches of snow-and counting. One of Brian's most favorite words is 'Ten inch' but not today. What's even worst is that there's no wi-fi and so Brian's phone is useless. His hubby is probably freaking out wondering where he is.



He decides to get out of his Jeep to figure out what to do. Where's Honeycutt when you need him? a sudden thought crosses Brian's mind, remembering how Emmett saved the day when HE was the one who changed the flat tire at this very spot on the Philadelphia turnpike many moons ago when they were on their way to NYC to rescue young Justin in one of the most crazy bizarre wonderful road trips Brian had ever experienced. Not to mention their way back to the Pitts -with Michael reluctantly driving and Ted and Emmett squeezed in the back next to Brian and Justin who couldn't keep their hands off of each other's much to Michael's disapproval.

"Brian? Is that you?" a cheering voice startles Brian as he's kneeling in front of his Jeep. He stands upright, brushing fresh snow off of his pants.

A tall person dressed in green snow pants and hooded grey and blue padded jacket waves at him. The person gazes at him through the thick snow but Brian still can't figure out what's going on.

THEN it heats him.

"Emmett? What the fuck are YOU doing here?" Brian growls.

"Nice to see you too, Brian," Emmett beams. "Drew and I were in NYC planning to attend a Sport's charity but it got canceled because of the weather so we decided to brave the elements and head home. And where's YOUR hubby?" he inquires after a short pause.

"He's at home in West Virginia, shoveling 12 inches of snow as we speak," Brian says, tucking his tongue inside his cheek overlooking the 'hubby' remark. He and Justin have been legally and VERY happily married for the past Five years but it still feels weird to him when someone uses that term in front of him.

"Make it Forty" Drew intervenes. "They just gave an update in the radio." He explains waving to Brian from the driver' sit of their SUV.

"My Drewsie always keeps me informed, aren't you baby?" Emmett cheers as if they're not stranded in the middle of the turnpike up to their collective asses in fucking snow with no way out as of yet.

"Okay… what should we do then?" Brian asks, feeling rather restless.

"Use YOUR Jeep's front wheel drive, obviously!" Emmett concludes.

"By all means be my guest," Brian says.

"Why should I do that?" Emmett pouts.

"Because I don't have a fucking clue in these matters and YOU happen to be so handy when it comes to mechanics," Brian replies.

"It's only because Melanie taught me years ago," Emmett says.

"If figures," Brian huffs with a raised eyebrow. "Now let's get to it and not a moment too soon. It's fucking freezing out here,"

"Well well well... YOU sure seem to be in a hurry lover boy," Emmett teases, grabbing the tool box from the back of the Jeep.

"Will you shut the fuck up?" Brian sneers. Emmett doesn't say a word but as he's rummaging through the tool box he can't help but notice a distinctive redish tint on Brian's face and neck.

"Need Help?" Drew asks, stepping outside of his and Emmett's car.

"No thank you, I can manage," Emmett says, pulling out a long cord and few more tools from the metal box.

As Drew and Brian stand aside Emmett ties one end of the cord to the the front of Brian's stranded Jeep and the other end to back of their car. Then he tells Brian to get back into the Jeep and ignite the engine so that the cord could toe the Jeep forward. Brian does as Emmett says and in no time the Jeep is pulled out of the snow with Emmett cheering away in his bright green snow pants.



"Thank you so much man," Brian turns to Emmett, shaking his hand in gratitude.

"Don't mention it," Emmett smiles. "But do drive home safely,"

"You too guys," Brian says, waving back at Emmett and Drew.

"And tell Justin I said hi," Emmett says.

"Will do!" Brian answers.
_ _ _ _ _


-Three hours later, Britin, West Virginia-

"Where the hell have YOU been? You scared the shit out of me!" Justin cries in relief as Brian walks into the hallway, locking their lips together passionately.

"I was stuck on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, up to my balls in fucking snow UNTIL Emmett came out of nowhere to the rescue believe it or not." Brian says reluctantly breaking their kiss. "Now let me get out of those cloths. I'm soaking wet from head to toes,"

"Are you now? Hmmm well there's nothing a nice hot shower can't fix. Oh … I thought you'd like to know that we made it to the top of the list with more than forty inches of snow in West Virginia. They say it's quite an historical event, " Justin beams, capping his husband's balls through the dump fabric of his denim jeans.

"That definitely calls for a celebration. Upstairs, NOW!" Brian whispers under his breath. "Oh and by the way… I missed you," He moans quietly, gently pressing his body against Justin's.


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Comments

[yumyumpm.livejournal.com]

Love all the little snippets from first season and all rolled up in a delectable tale.

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you SO much for your lovely supportive feedback. It means so much to me. What sparked my imagination was actually this pic of the Pennsylvania Turnpike and the fact large parts of WV had the most amounts of snow and I just took it from there. It was really fun to write. So thrilled to know you enjoyed this.

[blossomlegs.livejournal.com]

Brilliant! Love Em to the rescue and Brian admitting he isn't a mechanic.
Thanks for sharing.
JoAnn

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank YOU so much for taking the time to read and comment. YOur super supportive feedback means a lot to me. This was so much fun to write, I'm thrilled to know you enjoyed it :)

[ls1966.livejournal.com]

Love your story V 😘

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and leave such a super supportive feedback Linda. It means so much to me. So thrilled to know you enjoyed it :)
Take care
HUGS

[lorie-s.livejournal.com]

Great story. I just love Emmett being a hero. He was such a great character.

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. Your supportive feedback means a lot to me. It was so much fun writing Emmett into this B/J one shot. So thrilled to know you enjoyed it :)

♥

[hikinggirl70.livejournal.com]

That was fantastic!

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[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. This one shot was so much fun to write. I'm so thrilled to know you enjoyed it. It means a lot :)