Barrie's Request 2007
a Queer as Folk story
by tarotgal
Brian took the stairs leading out of Babylon's side door with a bit of a bounce. Enthusiastically, he draped his arm around Justin's shoulders and pulled him close. Then he turned his head and held a fist to his face. "hah-Shoo!"
"Bless you," said Justin, casually.
"Thank-hehhShoo!"
"You've been sneezing a lot tonight," Justin said, eyeing Brian concernedly.
"I appreciate your noticing," Brian said, with his usual note of sarcasm.
Justin gave a chuckle. "Hard not to notice when you practically sneeze on me while we're dancing." The memory of that moment brought much back to him. The closeness on the dance floor, as though the hundreds of hot, sweaty bodies around them didn't matter for an instant. The hands groping, unable to get enough. The way Brian grabbed him, held him, and pulled his head into place when they kissed. And with the backroom of Babylon closed along with most of Liberty Avenue, they didn't have any option but to head back to Brian's place to fuck.
"HAH-Shoo!"
"Bless you. Again." He pressed himself up against Brian the moment they entered the elevator. "You're sick."
"Only in the most perverted, deviant sense of the word." He licked his lips and tried for a kiss, but Justin leaned back a little.
"Actually, I was thinking of it in the sneeze-cough-cold-flu sort of sense."
Brian shook his head, stifled a cough into his shoulder, then shook his head again. "'Course not. Sick isn't sexy." In an attempt to prove he was fine and just as hot as ever, Brian started kissing his neck and unbuttoning their coats.
As each kiss was punctuated with a sniffle, Justin wasn't exactly persuaded. "Are you sure you're not coming down with something?"
Brian looked up, following the direction in which the elevator was moving. His gaze fell to his waist. "Down isn't a problem. As for coming…" He rubbed his hardon against Justin's thigh, the heat was there, even through their jeans. "Won't be a problem either." He resumed the kisses and slid both his hands down Justin's pants at his sides. Then he suddenly pulled out and jumped back. "Hshhhh! HahShoo! HahhChoo!" He had cupped a hand over his nose and mouth, and bent forward at the force of each sudden sneeze.
The elevator stopped and Justin slid the door open. He did the same with the door to the loft, taking Brian by the wrist and pulling him inside. Pretending to go for a kiss, Justin pressed the back of his hand to Brian's forehead before Brian could protest. "That's it," Justin said. "You're burning up. Get into bed."
"That's where I was heading anyway," said Brian, grinning. He began to shed his clothes at once, but only got as far as shoes and socks. He held his arms out to the side with a casual shrug. "Care to join me?" But a shiver seized him, followed by a few coughs.
Justin joined him a minute later with a bottle of water and a box of Kleenex. "And before you pour this over your head, let me make it clear that playing doctor is just about as exciting as it's going to get tonight."
"Playing doctor? Sounds like fun." Brian chuckled and reached for Justin's shirt, pulling it up. "Stick out your cock and say 'Ahhh'. Turn your head and let me listen to your heartbeat." Brian's lips caressed Justin's chest, and it took every ounce of Justin's strength to resist, especially when those hands reached for his jeans, undoing buttons.
"Brian… don't…" Oh god, those lips! The strong kisses and the sensation of rough stubble against his bare skin were intoxicating. Fingers slid over his ass and played with his- "Brian!" Justin pulled back. "I can't." Every part of him felt like doing otherwise, but he held his ground.
It was easier to do when Brian turned away suddenly. "heh-heh-" He managed to get several fingers under his nose, but it was too late by then. "HAHShahh! HaShoo!"
Justin was buttoning up his jeans when Brian opened his eyes again, sniffling and in need of a tissue he was too proud to ask for. "Bless you," Justin said, smirking and poking Brian.
Brian countered that with a "Fuck you."
Justin laughed and stood up. "I'm going to go run a scalding hot shower. Care to join me?"
Brian nodded and Justin left him alone to do whatever needed to be done. When there was no sign of Brian five then ten minutes later, Justin peeked out to find the older man unsurprisingly fast asleep. Justin showered quickly and, wearing boxers, climbed into bed beside Brian, who was still almost fully dressed.
It was five in the morning when the startling and awful sound of most coughs woke Justin. For once, he felt glad to have been kicked out of school and not have class the next day. The bed stopped shaking as Justin clapped Brian on the back and kissed his cheek. "I think you need some cold medicine." He heard Brian shout something after him, but completely ignored it. A few seconds later, he settled back onto the bed with a bottle of liquid cold medicine, which was the best he could do.
"I said," Brian protested, pushing away the arm that was extended towards him. "I'm not taking that shit." He raked his fingers through his hair, which was fairly damp with sweat and sticking out every which way possible. At the movement of his arm, his unbuttoned shirt slipped off one shoulder, revealing a good portion of his chest.
"Come on, Brian. With all the drugs you've taken, this is nothing," Justin said, pushing the cup closer.
Brian turned his nose up at it. "It's not nothing. It's some putrid purple puke that I'm not going to drink."
"You won't even taste it if you swallow quickly," Justin said in an attempt to convince.
Mockingly, "Yeah, but I don't take drugs that aren't prescribed for me or rec… recommended by a… hah-HAHShoo! HahShuhh! HahhSHOO! Cough-cough!" He rubbed his hand against his nose, following the sneezes and coughs with a series of wet sniffles.
With a sigh, Justin lowered his head and nuzzled his face into the side of Brian's. "Do you like feeling like this?" he said softly into Brian's ear. "Do you like having a perpetually runny nose and a scratchy throat? Do you think you look sexy sneezing your head off?" He pulled back to take in the fullness of Brian's angry glare. Justin stuck the cup back out again. "Then take this."
Brian grabbed the cup and tossed the medicine back as though he were doing shots. As soon as the medicine left the cup, Justin reached out and stroked Brian's throat, first to convince him to swallow it and then to praise him for doing so. Still not particularly happy with his condition, Brian rolled over onto his side, his back to Justin. It was barely a second before his body shook, curling up as he sneezed. "HahCHOO! HuhSHOO!"
Justin planted a tissue in Brian's hand, then stroked his head gently. Brian twitched and tried to pull away. Justin smiled and fitted himself behind Brian, spooning the reluctant man. "You know," he whispered. "I take it back. You actually do look pretty sexy like this." He kissed the back of Brian's neck. "You'll always look hot and sexy to me." Then he reached around, sliding his hand under the folds of the shirt, rubbing Brian's chest. It took a few seconds, but when Justin felt Brian relax, he did his best not to sigh with relief.
Disclaimer: The Queer as Folk boys are not mine. I'm just playing and make no money.
Notes: Written for Barrie. Enjoy!