Valentines Day 2006
Author: Elsa Rose

Plot bunny: life

For Lois and Judy – Happy V Day

At first Brian did what he did best, ignored the sudden profusion of red hearts, bows and balloons that had appeared in all of his favorite shopping spots.  It happened every year and he was immune or at least that’s what he thought if he thought about it all.

It was bad enough that Justin was in New York doing what ever it was artists did when they were getting started. And that he was here in the Pitts doing what ever it was the partners of said artists did in order to make sure the artists didn’t starve to death.  

Pretending he couldn’t see the color red worked well in the first week of February, but it was becoming harder to ignore by the second week. The fucking color was everywhere. 

Answering his phone on the 10th though he’d done his best to pretend it too didn’t exist, Brian barked. “If this is about what I’m doing for Justin on Valentine’s Day you can fuck off.” 

“I love you too Honey.” Justin snickered. “The gang giving you a hard time?” 

“Why are you calling me?”

“Just wanted you to know that the price of roses is bound to increase by the 14th.”  Justin couldn’t resist saying. 

“Fuck you.”

“Don’t I wish but alas even your dick isn’t big enough to reach me here in New York.” 

“Twat. Why are you calling? It’s early and it’s my night to call.” Brian sat down on his sofa, putting his feet up on the white leather, glad Justin couldn’t see him.

“I heard rumors that you were being bombarded by well meaning friends and family about your least favorite day in the year.”

“My birthday?” 

“No, the other least favorite day?” Justin laughed. 

“Ahhh, your birthday.” Brian snickered. 

“No, I was thinking more like hearts, flowers, sappy cards, and declarations of undying love.” 

“Oh, <i> that day </i>

“Yes, the dreaded V day.” Justin laughed. “Just tell them all to fuck off why don’t you. For some damn reason they think I’m a wussy little faggot who needs tangible evidence of your love in the shape of flowers that die and make me sneeze, candy that gets eaten and high priced cards that clutter up my living space.” 

“Justin Taylor the consummate romantic.” 

“Yeah, well whatever.” Justin lay back on his bed. He didn’t actually have a sofa, but at least he had a bed and a damn good one at that. Brian had taught him to priories and getting a decent sleep was right up there. 

“Don’t worry Sunshine, I can look after the angry mob.” 

“I know you can.” Justin’s voice was quiet. “I worry about you.”

“Isn’t that my job, worrying about you?” Brian all but whispered. “I miss you more than I thought I would.”

“I miss you too. I know we see each other every second week, but I think the weeks are getting longer.” 

The two men talked for another hour before reluctantly breaking the connection. 

Justin was determined to send Brian something for Valentine’s Day. Something that said he loved him yet wasn’t too sappy. He’d been wracking his brain for weeks now. He was well aware of just how much his unconventional partner disliked the dreaded 14th of February.

Brian closed his phone and then turned off the ringer. He didn’t need to listen to any of the gang tonight. He desperately wanted to show Justin how much he loved him, but he didn’t want the little brat to start on about how it wasn’t him etc, etc. The little speech Justin had given before they called off the wedding still smarted. Why in hell was everyone else in the world allowed to change except him. Was there some kind written in stone rule that Brian Kinney had to continue to be an asshole? 

He didn’t agree with the highly over rated and much publicized and definitely stupid advertisers ploy to extract more money from the consumers. But still it was a great time to declare one’s love, even if it was giving into the hype. 

Taking a chance, Brian dialed Justin’s number. “Hey” he said his voice filled with the sexual charm that was his signature. 
“Hey yourself. I’m sure I was just talking to you.” Justin laughed. 

“I want you to have dinner with me on the 14th.” 

“You do?” Justin was surprised. “Your place or mine?”

“I thought maybe ours.” Brian flushed, glad Justin couldn’t see him. “We’ve never done anything with the house, but it wouldn’t hurt to buy a table and a bed. I can get take out and we’ll have dinner.” 

“Buy some pots and pans and dishes. I’ll cook dinner for my man.” Justin was ginning widely. 

“You will? This is for you, this Valentines dinner. It wouldn’t be fair if you cooked.”

“We’re partners. I want to cook for you.”

“And I want you to have the best there is to cook with.” Brian was thrilled.

“Hey, maybe you could get a bar b que – we could have steak.”

“Let me work on the kitchen, you just work on getting here. Do you want me to send you a ticket?” 

“Not a chance.” Justin was bouncing in his seat. “I’m going to see my man and cook for him.”

“I’m going to see my man and eat what he cooks even if it’s carbs and after seven.” Brian laughed. 

“Trust me Brian, we’ll be eating light. I want nothing to interfere with our reunion sex.” 

“Justin don’t laugh, but I think I’m really starting to like this Valentine Day shit.” 

“Imagine what we can do with Saint Patrick’s day.” Justin laughed at Brian’s groan. “Hey, we could maybe furnish the living room. I mean we’ll have the kitchen and bedroom done already.”

“And great reunion sex.”

“That too. Let’s hope the Holidays continue, we have 11 rooms to furnish.”

“I’ll put an addition on if I have to.” 

February 14, 2007