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epicallytired, aka Vamphile passed away this weekend. I don't have any details, and just heard about it today.
I'd like to use this post, if I may, for our community to reminisce about our favorite fics of hers, or any memories you have. I'll start with one of my favorite lines for her fic, Keeping It Together.
They were finally alone for a few minutes. Aaron had stopped in to make sure they were okay and was waiting for Brian in the lounge. The nurses had all cleared out for the moment. It was just the two of them.
“This is it.”
Brian nodded.
“You okay?”
“Not me having this done.”
“I’m okay.”
“Okay.”
“You know I love you right?”
“Cut it out.”
“Brian.”
“No. No goodbyes. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
“But if you don’t…
Justin was staring at him and saw that there were tears in his eyes. He wanted to change the topic but he couldn’t. He had to say this. “Do me a favor?”
Brian nodded.
“If I don’t. Seriously. If something goes wrong. I need you to do this again.”
“Do what?”
“This. Love. Let someone love you.”
“Fuck you.”
“I mean it Brian.”
“So do I. Fuck you.”
“But if I’m not here.”
“Then that’s it, but you keep talking like this and I’m calling the whole fucking thing off. I’ll see you in a couple of hours. You don’t believe that, they’re not even allowed to start.”
“I know. I’ll be fine. I know that. I just need to hear you promise.”
“Then we’re going home now.”
“Brian.”
”I’m not gonna start lying to you now. You want me to promise I’ll put myself through this again. Bullshit. Once. You. So I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
“Okay.”
“Justin.”
“Yeah?”
“I do love you. Can’t love anyone else. Don’t ask me to.”
“Okay.”
The nurses came in and were about to inject something into the IV. “Wait.”
They looked up at Brian. He leaned down and gently brushed his lips against Justin’s. “Couple of hours. Okay?”
“Later.”
Brian smiled a little. “Later.”
Later, Vamp. We love you.
epicallytired, aka Vamphile passed away this weekend. I don't have any details, and just heard about it today.I'd like to use this post, if I may, for our community to reminisce about our favorite fics of hers, or any memories you have. I'll start with one of my favorite lines for her fic, Keeping It Together.
They were finally alone for a few minutes. Aaron had stopped in to make sure they were okay and was waiting for Brian in the lounge. The nurses had all cleared out for the moment. It was just the two of them.
“This is it.”
Brian nodded.
“You okay?”
“Not me having this done.”
“I’m okay.”
“Okay.”
“You know I love you right?”
“Cut it out.”
“Brian.”
“No. No goodbyes. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
“But if you don’t…
Justin was staring at him and saw that there were tears in his eyes. He wanted to change the topic but he couldn’t. He had to say this. “Do me a favor?”
Brian nodded.
“If I don’t. Seriously. If something goes wrong. I need you to do this again.”
“Do what?”
“This. Love. Let someone love you.”
“Fuck you.”
“I mean it Brian.”
“So do I. Fuck you.”
“But if I’m not here.”
“Then that’s it, but you keep talking like this and I’m calling the whole fucking thing off. I’ll see you in a couple of hours. You don’t believe that, they’re not even allowed to start.”
“I know. I’ll be fine. I know that. I just need to hear you promise.”
“Then we’re going home now.”
“Brian.”
”I’m not gonna start lying to you now. You want me to promise I’ll put myself through this again. Bullshit. Once. You. So I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
“Okay.”
“Justin.”
“Yeah?”
“I do love you. Can’t love anyone else. Don’t ask me to.”
“Okay.”
The nurses came in and were about to inject something into the IV. “Wait.”
They looked up at Brian. He leaned down and gently brushed his lips against Justin’s. “Couple of hours. Okay?”
“Later.”
Brian smiled a little. “Later.”
Later, Vamp. We love you.
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Date: 2014-02-11 10:32 pm (UTC)Justin zipped up the black hoody, crossing his arms against the cold. His ears were burning from the icy breeze but he didn’t want to pull the hood up. He knew that his blond hair was a huge selling point. He stamped his feet a few times trying to regain feeling in his toes. A black jeep drove by. He took a provocative stance and smiled. Blinking from under his lashes, then raising his head to make eye contact. The jeep stopped and he approached the driver. Unzipping his sweatshirt he leaned against the window and licked his lips. “Hey.”
Two
Brian watched the blond kid sidle up to his window. He couldn’t be over fifteen. His nose was red, his eyes were blue and Brian leaned over to open the door. “Hey.”
The kid sat down, holding his hands in front of the heater, drawing his knees up practically wrapping himself in the black hooded sweatshirt. Brian turned the heat up a little higher.
“You can park around the corner. The cops don’t bother us too much there.”
“How much for the night?”
“Huh?”
Brian moved his face closer to the blond’s. “Is that a particularly difficult question?”
“Three Hundred.”
Three
Justin couldn’t believe his luck. The guy wasn’t even balking. This time the smile wasn’t for show. He relaxed back in the seat and almost chuckled as the man leaned over him to fasten his seatbelt. Well, apparently requiring safety wasn’t gonna be an issue.
Justin watched their route, making sure he knew how to get back. The man was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and occasionally glancing in his direction. Several times he’d looked like he was about to say something. He never did.
Justin followed him up to a huge loft. He shrugged off his sweatshirt.
Four
Brian watched as the kid took off his hoody and then reached for the hem of his shirt. Brian stopped him. “What’s your name?” He looked startled. Brian waited, staring.
“Justin.”
Brian nodded. Not offering his name in return. He held out a tab of E but the kid shook his head. Brian shrugged and swallowed it himself and then moved closer to the boy, pulling him forward, covering his mouth, sucking his tongue, and running his fingers through that blond hair he’d been itching to touch since he’d seen it under the streetlight.
It was softer than he’d expected.
Peace to her.