21 December 2007 @ 12:28 pm
Already Married.  
Title: Already Married
Timeline: Post-513
Author's Notes: This was written for [info]xie_xie_xie and inspired by THIS post in [info]qaf_music. I wrote THIS fic earlier, in response to her request, but I wanted to challenge myself to write a believable fic where B/J dance in front of others. I hope it worked. Thank you to Xie for a thorough and excellent beta!

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Brian teased Michael mercilessly for weeks about having a double wedding with his mother. And yeah, it was pretty funny, but even I was sick of it by the time he cracked the same lame joke about cutting the apron strings for the fiftieth time.

“You gonna share the wedding night honors too, Mikey?” he cackled at the happy couple as they got up for the bridal waltz.

To his credit, Michael just rolled his eyes. “Shut up already, we've all heard it before,” he says, as I nod my head vigorously.

“You know it makes Ma happy, and Ben and I don't mind going along with it. We've been married for years already as far as we're concerned. Making it legal is no big deal to us. Now, my husband and I are going to dance.” And off they went. I had to hand it to him, Michael played that one well.

Brian's pouting. Michael and Ben dance past our table and give us a wave, I wave back and smile. Brian grumbles.

“Oh, knock it off already,” I say. “You're not fooling anyone. Especially since we all know there's no way those four could afford all this.” I gesture at the elaborate decorations, the beautiful flower arrangements on each table, Debbie's gorgeous gown. Even Carl cleans up pretty good in an Armani tux. “It's got the hand of the master written all over it.”

“Yeah you'll have the hand of the master written all over your ass later,” he says.

“Can't wait.” I wiggle my eyebrows.

He huffs out a laugh. “All these years and you're still a little twat.”

“Come on,” I stand, hold my hand out.

“What the fuck?” He actually looks confused. All these years and he's still a little twat.

“Dance with me,” I say.

“Dance. Slow dance, at a breeder wedding?” Funny how fast Brian went back to his disdain of weddings after we decided to call ours off.

“Like your lame jokes, that excuse has gotten old, Mr. Kinney. Weddings aren't just for breeders anymore, look around.”

I point out all the couples, mostly same-sex. Ben and Michael, smiling at each other like they're the only two people in the world in that disgusting coupley way they have. Thank god Brian and I don't look like that.

Mel and Lindsay are out there, too. So is Gus, twirling Jenny Rebecca around. Brian's face softens a little when he sees that. They are incredibly cute. I don't know how Brian managed to get an Armani tux for a ten year old.

I squat down next to his chair. “I think the queers outnumber the breeders here, Brian.” Then I lean in close to his ear. “And besides, we've been married for years already, as far as I'm concerned.”

He just shakes his head, and kisses me. I grin and stand up again, holding out my hand. He takes it and I lead him out to dance.

“It really is a beautiful wedding Brian. You did good,” I tell him, taking everything in as we move around the floor with all the other couples.

Debbie and Carl brush past us, and Deb winks at me when Brian's not looking.

“Of course! Who knows wedding shit better than a bunch of fags,” he says, dipping me backwards. I grin.

“You know, our wedding would have kicked ass over this wedding,” he says.

I snort. “I think maybe you'd have had a heart attack if we'd actually gone through with ours.”

He looks me in the eye. “It's not true, you know. I would have married you, but I don't think it's what you wanted.” His grip on my back tightens a little.

I shake my head, looking away, “Brian...”

He squeezes my arm, bringing my attention back to him. “No, its true, Justin. I mean, I know you wanted to, but it wasn't right. Not at the time, and things worked out much better in the end, right?” I feel the touch of his hand on my shoulder as leads me around a turn.

“You're right. But..” I trail off, not really sure how to express what I'm feeling. How much his proposal meant to me back then, and all the times I thought of it over the years that followed. It was... amazing. “Were you ready?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. But things worked out pretty well anyway, right?” We smile at each other for a moment.

“You know…” He pulls me closer as we dance, whispers in my ear. “If you want to have a wedding, I wouldn't particularly mind it.” He sticks his tongue in his cheek, one hand on my waist, the other still holding my hand.

“Really?” He nods. I look around again, imagining a wedding like this one. Lavish. Gorgeous. Celebrating surrounded by our family and friends. Then I think about our house, our joint bank accounts, our lives, which are already linked in every way, and I shake my head.

“Nah, we don't need rings or vows to prove we love each other.” He rolls his eyes. I slap his arm. “Shut up! It's true, maybe I've said it once or twice over the years...” He snorts.

“We don't need them Justin, but maybe I want them.” I feel him close against me, his fingers stroking the hair at my nape.

I'm surprised. “You do?”

“I still have them, remember, be a shame not to wear them. Don't you want to?”

“I guess,” I shrug. “I just thought they were something you did for me, because you thought that's what I wanted. And I know you were scared, the bombing...”

“I never do anything I don't want to do, you know that,” he says, cupping the back of my head. I nod.

“Okay. So tonight, we wear our rings, and we don't get married.”

“Sounds good to me.” We lean our foreheads together for a moment and then he lifts me up and as we spin around, he kisses me, right there in front of everybody.
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Britin: 512 s5 is love by sanami276[info]_alicesprings on December 25th, 2007 01:06 am (UTC)
Awww, thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for letting me know :)
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