Title: Reality Mountain 
Author: Phoenix Ghost_PG 
Rating: Adults Only 
Category: Fanfiction 
Characters: Canon American QaF Season 5 characters and very brief mentions of the Brokeback Mountain characters, Ennis Del Mar and Jack Twist. 
Genre: Angst/Romance, dirty comedy, Adult humor 
Warnings: Spoilers for QaF Season 5 beyond episode 513 & the movie Brokeback Mountain. 
Summary: Friends at the afternoon Cinema see more than just a film. 
<b>Disclaimer: ALL CHARACTERS and situations from Queer as Folk belong to their creator Russell T. Davies, as well as it's adaptors/co creators of the US filmed in Canada version, Ron Cowen and Daniel Lipman, aka 'Cowlip' and Showtime and others. 
No copyright infringement has been intended by this author, nor this website.</b> 
<i>The BBM characters Ennis Del Mar and Jack Twist belong to their creator E. Annie Proulx as well as the film's Director Ang Lee and the screenwriters/adapters, Larry McMurtry and Dianna Ossana. 
The movie is distributed by Focus Features, a unit of General Electric Co's NBC Universal.</i> 
A/N: This story was whipped up with the 'intent' to entertain for pure pleasure only. 
It has been rated by the author for 'adult's only', and not any independent body. 
All mistakes belong to me, PG. If you want to blame someone, blame my muse. 


~*0*~Reality Mountain, the Prologue~*0*~ 

A gasp softly left their lips as the audience silently read over Ennis Del Mar's shoulder the final Brokeback Mountain post card shared between him and his long time lover, Jack Twist. 

The red stamped word now beat a steady drum, as it's harsh meaning and it's undeniable reality branded into their hearts and numbed their minds. 

From the first scene of this film, the critically acclaimed movie 'Brokeback Mountain’, they've been hooked like a fish out of water as they were pulled from the cool streams of their former existence. 

Not even suspecting that after seeing this show, they would never be the same again. 
In the multi-award winning films final moments, the entire theatre was silent as they stared mesmerized watching the mans' once solid inner shell slowly crack as his emotional and physical walls tumbled around his frozen feet, spilling the contest of his soul. 

Like rubber necking at a car crash, or a train wreck, it too was human nature. Just as the movie's tag declared what love was, and they felt compelled to watch as they couldn't look away. 

Every soul cried out silently, protesting loudly as they sat there and watched helplessly while Ennis was trapped inside the mental closet of his mind. 

Standing lost and alone inside his lovers clothes closet, he bravely comes to grips with the harsh stark reality of what was left hidden and hanging there. 

Clutching fiercely in the dim light of his lovers closet to Jack Twists soft blood stained blue-jean chambray soiled remains of a past Ennis had refused to embrace in the daylight for fear of societies harsh backlashes. 

His long ago many reasons that once held firm as bricks with thick double mortar now crumbled into dust. 

Because what good were those staunch life beliefs when the one you were living for was now... 

So, as his tears of regret christened the material of his secret love, Ennis breathed in deeply, trying in vain to hold onto the fading scent of the man he would always cherish, and would forever love. 

The soft tears became harsh racking sobs as his legs give out and he's now mourning for what can never be, again. 

Thinking back, he really had tried to be what Jack had needed. 

At least as much as he could be. As he had allowed himself to be. 

But it had been just too hard to change those 'life lessons' he'd been shown by his own father first hand at the tender age of nine. 

A flash from his past spoke volumes to the audience, and instantly an understanding of this stoic man rippled and bloomed it's ugly truths throughout the audience as more tears were shed for the little boy who had long ago lost his innocence, and had grown up to become the man who had lost his soul mate out of fear. 

Out of hate, out of ignorance. 

Yes Ennis Del Mar was now a lonely man left on this earth drowning in his own regrets. 

He had missed out on so much. 

Even his own daughters growing up because while he had been there for them for everyday needs, he had let them down emotionally. 

But, the saddest part was, not only did HE know this, but THEY knew it too. 

And, the one person to him that had ever mattered, the ONLY man he could or ever would love, well he had let Jack Twist down, and in the worst way most of all. 

For they had been given 20 years of chances, 

and the honest reality of the meaning of this fact, the enormity of it's plain truth crushes him as surely as he's standing there barely breathing and clinging to Jack's clothing. 

Willing himself to let go and to feel something anything, to show the other man where ever he may be, if he were watching, finally he was allowing himself to really feel while wringing out something tangible as he just then realizes, he's wasted them all. 

All of those years. 

Years he can NEVER recapture. 

Years so very precious to him now. 

What he would not give for just a moment, just a taste of Jacks mouth on his. 

Just one more look at Jack's sexy smile. 

Seeing the other man blush, hearing him moan softly as he drove so deep into his lover's beautiful body, filling him with his love. 

Jack feeling like, home. 

But, it's too late for him, for Jack, because he's wasted it all. 

So much sorrow, so much pain, so many fucked up lives. 

He should of never gotten married to Alma. 

Once he and Jack had figured out this whatever the hell it was they shared, he should of taken Jack up on his offer the first time he had expressed his burning desire that they should live together doing what they love best, ranching and being content in knowing that despite what a stuffed up society said, they were together. 

And they HAD loved each other. 

And, even IF he and Jack had ended up like those unfortunate two old men who had been horribly murdered for loving one another, at least they would of left this earth together. 

The sobs increase in volume as he's now in his own little boxed metal house gently touching the fabric of the hanging clothes. 

It's not a home because his heart is not there. 

And, as he's caressing the ghost of yester year, his face could not hide his anguish as his trembling fingertip reverently touched the mountain they once shared on of the face of the worn card. 

'Jacks last post...' 

As his weathered time ravaged stone face crumbles for a nanosecond, the audience gasps as soft eyes fill with bright tears that he refuses to let fall as he bravely chokes out the last line of the film in a soft gruff grunt just before he slowly closes his closet, forever trapping his tormented heart. 

The story fades to black and as the credits roll, a sexy voice drawled, "Here, before you get your boyfriend any soggier." 

*Sniffle* 

"Thank you Brian." Emmett Honeycutt softly said as he pulled out several of the multi-colored pillow soft squares for himself, and then handed his lover some as well. 

*Sniffle* 

Brian Kinney rolled his eyes as he handed the complimentary Brokeback Mountain box of tissues to yet another of his shell shocked friends. 

The small box of tissues were a part of his personal campaign for his newest client, Focus Features. 

But, THEY didn't know that. His best friends of many years didn't know that. 

Because THEY couldn't know that. It was all part of the studio's well thought out gag order, custom made just for him. 

After the huge fuck up in Utah, only those theatres that had signed on for the movies trial limited release and actually showed the film despite the many threats and boycotts, would be privy to the collectible autographed boxes, decorated with scenes from the film, as well as a small packet of cards adult rated of the movie's rare outtakes. 

Both items were tailor made for any movie buff hard core collector, or the millions of E-Bay freaks. 

The carrier had been personally designed by Brian and was functional with slots for the drinks as well as snacks too. 

It was all in conjunction with the usual fare of popcorn and drinks, or nacho's and drinks, as well as candies of the customer's choice, instead of a pre-decided item only. 

It came in 3 sizes, 'cozy couple' (for 2) 'caring friends' (for 4) or 'concerned group' (8) or more. 

He had also added little extra's to entice them to buy even more, as well as an online number to call, to see if the pull off tabs on their drinks had won them any of the thousand of prizes he'd arranged with the hundreds of sponsors he'd had just gagging at the bit to get on board this racy sizzling campaign. 

And he was damn proud of HIS campaign too. 

Many of the prizes being round trip air fair and some spending cash to a dude ranch not far from where the movie had been filmed in Canada, as well as several nostalgic and valuable items from the 60's and 70's era, as well as most of the items that had been used in the movie that you just couldn't find anywhere, not even on E-Bay. 

And something very special too. It even had forms. 

As the only totally gay-themed movie of it's kind ever, everyone he'd approached had instantly wanted on the 'gay' wagon, and as a result, Brian had many sponsors to choose from for the movie as well as a long foreseeable future for it too, making it into a cult icon. 

Deep down inside, he knew this film would pave the way for other films like it. 

Slowly the tide was turning and soon, those homophobic assholes in Washington wouldn't know what hit them. And he hoped they got the fucking message too. 

But, it really didn't matter if he believed this or not. 

Bottom line? The studio had, and once again, Brian Kinney was sailing on top, with yet another fabulous coo worth billions tucked firmly under his belt. 

His 'adults only Brokeback survival packs’ were selling like hotcakes at the fortunate Cinemas, and all those involved were making money hand over fist. 

A lot of money. 

Everyone was happy. 

"Bri." Croaked his best friend Michael Novotny-Bruckner as he too grasped about for 
something to mop up his streaming tears with. 

Mikey felt as if his very soul was bleeding. Oozing out of his skin, leaving him naked and vulnerable. 

"Thanks Brian." Said Ben Bruckner as he took the soft rainbow colored tissues from his husbands shaking hands and gently wiped Mikey's troubled face, and then softly kissed his husbands lips tenderly. 

So tenderly, Brian had to look away and bite his lip. 

*Sniffle* 

"Not you too Theodore?" 

*Sniffle* 

"Fuck you Kinney, now hand me that damn box!" 

Wordlessly Brian handed the older man the colorful box and tried not to see the tremble of Ted's small hand as he pulled out a few of the soft tissues. 

Looking around the dimly lit theatre, he couldn't help the grin that threatened to split his face as he watched the different reactions coming from the mixed emotions of the movie's patrons. 

He also wondered when his gang would find their forms, and just who would be the first to suggest that they fill it out, and send them in. 

It really wouldn't matter as it had been rigged anyway, but still, it would be fun to watch them sweat it out. 

The bazillion dollar question was, would they still be talking to him when they found out the truth? 

Especially his Sunshine? 

He needed Justin on his side to assure the cooperation of the others. 

Because the studio's lawyers terms had been firm, and he had already signed on the dotted line. 

~*O*~ 

In the sudden boom of reality shows, during one really boring studio meeting, Brian had pitched something he had one night quickly formulated while working on the Movie's campaign after watching some scuttle butt on several chat rooms concerning the movie and it's impact on the 'gay' community. 

Thus the concept of a reality show based on the Brokeback Mountain movie was soon born. 

He quickly dubbed it, 'Reality Mountain.' 

It would be a show based upon in the closet gay men versus 'out there' gay men, and how well they could survive in a movie-style Brokeback Mountain setting. 

And from out of a careful screening of twelve contestants from all over the States, only two would win the grand prize, Ennis and Jacks dream ranch on a mountain of their choice. 

Well of course the studio had loved it, and all was running smoothly when a female voice sarcastically piped up sending shivers down his spine because it reminded him of *shudder* Mel. 

Looking coolly down at what couldn't possibly be more than 5 foot if that, Brian quirked a grin as he replied, "Excuse me miss?" 

But the rude little slip of a girl just tucked a strand of dark hair behind each of her ears then pushing up her black horn rimmed glasses with her middle finger she stood there staring up at him as if he were something she'd love to scrape off of her shoe bottom as she rudely left him to hang, blowing in the social breeze. 

Quickly composing himself and not quite believing that she had been ballsy enough to actually flip him off in front of the others and in quite an interesting manner too, he slid his suddenly damp palms down his immaculate Armani dove grey suit. 

Despite his racing pulses he calmly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sure I misunderstood you, would you mind repeating that last part please?" 

Her glare had kicked up a notch or two that would of made Melanie proud as she put her hands behind her back and primly said, "Why I'd be delighted to Mr. Kinney." 

She had smirked evilly, that family resemblance to the bane of his existence becoming even more clear in her pointed little face as she replied, " I simply asked you if YOU would be willing to back up YOUR idea with the promise of not only yourself as a contestant, but a few of your closest friends as well?" 

Brian felt his lips do that familiar roll thing as he narrowed his eyes at her saying, "Um, well, Miss, lets say I DID do as you've suggested. Wouldn't that be, ah, rather unethical of ME, seeing as it WAS my idea and all." 

'Ha!' he thought, match, set, point, BITCH!' 

Until he heard her tiny cackle as she blithely reminded him, "Mr. Kinney, I see no where on the merchandise nor on the forms or prize rules YOUR name as the creator of Reality Mountain, do you? And, since when has Brian Kinney let a little silly ole' thing like ethics stop him, hmm? Come on now, it's YOUR baby yes Brian, no one here is refuting this, however, in the studio's best interest, I've decided that your name not be visible anywhere but on the private contracts signed by you and the studio and the many sponsors you've managed to wrangle. While which we more than appreciate, however; due to your um, shall we just say unsavoury reputation as the 'Liberty Stud. I feel you might give the campaign for both of the shows an unwanted shift right into the waiting hands of the religious right riche." 

Sighing heavily she said, "They have already posed SO many legal problems, what with their hundreds of prayer ins and thousands of pickets and just plain naked hatred of all things gay. The hundreds of thousands of snail hate mail as well as virus stuffed emails being sent to the studio as well as any theatre that dare even show the film, I felt it's in the studio's BEST interest to use your 'talents' as a participant in your own creation. " 

Pausing for a quick breath she resumed saying, "Because, you see Brian, I've done my demographics in a unique way, and with a lot of help from someone who knows you best. And, it's in our professional opinion that you and your beautiful boy-toy Justin Taylor the Artist, as well as your colorful friends would send the ratings for YOUR reality show through the roof! Think of the publicity for the gay community!" 

Brian dropped his jaw as she babbled on saying, "So, if you can wrangle him, as well as a few of your friends, why, see there, that even proves what a good cowpoke you'll make! Besides, I'm going to be there as the 'legal eagle' to keep things above board." 

At Brian's stunned silence she firmly said, "I have advised my clients either you agree to my terms and give to ME your full cooperation, or we sack the whole thing. This is NON negotiable Mr. Kinney." 

Holding out a slim ivory hand she smirked, "How very rude of me, I didn't introduce myself. Let me remedy that right now. Nice to finally meet you Mr. Kinney, although from my growing up years in Florida, I feel I already know you as I've heard SO much about you!. Hello, Brian, I'm Allison Marcus, Melanie's cousin." 

~*O*~ 

Emmett Honeycutt's loud squeal of excitement slammed into Brian, knocking him out of his past musings and back into his present nightmare as he heard Mikey say, "Ben honey, if we filled this form out, and well, we actually won, um, do you think you could get the time away from your classes to go with me?" 

Ben sighed heavily before replying, "I honestly don't know Michael. But, I am due some down time I do know that. Tell ya what, I'll ask. The worst that could happen is they say no. Okay?" 

"Sure babe. I wove woo you Ben." 

"I wove woo too baby." 

Brian grimaced as he tried his best NOT to hurl on his brand new Pradas. 

'GAH! You'd never hear him and Justin talking that way, in public especially. Uck!' 
His ears perked up as he caught Ted's hotly hissed, "NO! There is No way in HELL Emmett will the words 'Ted and on a horse' go in a complete sentence!" 

"But Teddy, please?" Emmett had wheedled, softly whining just enough to be effective but not annoying. 

"I SAID. Hey, no fair, not the puppy eyes. You KNOW Emmett Honeycutt I just can NOT say no to the puppy eyes. OH, Fuck it, I'll just make sure to go online tonight and find the best camping equipment as well as update our insurance to make sure it's cushioned as well as my ass with the best saddle and blanket money can buy before we leave IF we win then. Well, what are you waiting for? Hand me a pen." 

A loud kissing smack was heard and then a purred, "Thank you baby." was followed by some other nauseating sounds Brian didn't want to hear, or see. Ever in this lifetime or any other. 

'Wait for it...5, 4, 3, 2, 1,' "Oh, Brian," sang his Sunshine, "if they are going to try and win the contest, can we do so as well? I think I can get the time off from classes, and you have NO excuse mister, because you OWN your company and besides," whispered the little blond minx as his hands slid down low, elegant fingers teasing his growing shaft lightly with their naughty tips as he purred, "If we DO win Brian, I promise to make you cum under the stars. Or," He snickered softly as he ran his tongue tip oh so slowly down Brian’s throat before biting him saucily on the chin as he wickedly moaned softly, 
"anywhere and anyway you want too. Deal?" 

Brian's answer was suddenly crushed between Justin's hot mouth as their lips met, but it had sounded like a "Yessssssss." as he grabbed Justin's perfect bubbled ass and at first slowly and then roughly ground their clothing covered hard cocks together. 

Brian's head was filled with naughty images of fucking Justin. 

Wicked nasty thoughts of a sky-clad moonlight covered Sunshine, tied up, lubed up, and spread eagled, just. For. Him. 

The younger boy's inviting wanton hot pink tight hole on perfect display for his eyes only because of the rolled up horse blanket stuffed under his hips giving Brian a pretty view and an easy access to the twitching heavenly oasis that was beckoning him. 

His Justin! His Sunshine. His and his alone. 

Gently Justin's moaning softly for Brian to "Come over here and fill me up, brand me with your long hot hard poker, cowboy." 

Suddenly he felt as if the campfire of his lust had been doused with ice water when he head a familiar sour voice whine and trickle down his spine, "Kinney! You asshole! Jesus, can you please mall your boyfriend on your own time at your leisure at your fuck pad, your vehicle, or where ever the fuck, I. Don't . Care. But Linds and have a sitter waiting to be paid for watching YOUR son, and then she needs taken home! So, unless you're offering to do the honors, move your skinny ass and lets get going!" 

An evil smile barely skimmed her lips before she stood on tiptoe and put her mouth next to his ear and whispered, "By the way, Allie said to tell you hello asshole. And she can hardly wait to see you on top of the mountain." 

At his shocked _expression her grin blossomed as she leaned back in whispering, "Don't look SO surprised Kinney, they might figure it out. Besides dumbass, I'm still your acting lawyer, as you've never removed the retainer from the Kip fiasco. 

And, I know the whole truth too about this fiasco. Allie's good huh? It was all her idea too. 

So, if you don't want to lose your Sunshine, and possibly piss off your only friends for life, I suggest you meet me at my office tomorrow at 8am sharp to sign the necessary papers." 

Pushing him suddenly away, Melanie cried, "Fuck YOU Brian, that's SO typical of you Kinney!" 

To which Brian caught her cue and snorted, "No, FUCK you. But then, I'd have to actually LIKE you TO give a fuck, which I don't so, you're out of luck Smelly." 

Both Justin and Lindsay breathed a small sigh of relief as they shared a private smile. For a minute there, it had looked as if Brian and Melanie were actually in agreement on something. 

'Naw, that could NEVER be, unless...' 

Justin and Lindsay grin and blush as their eyes met after scanning the evening sky for the arch angel Gabriel and his horn of doom, signalling the end of the world. 

Grabbing their lovers they places little distracting kisses on their mumbling lips to keep the fighting words at bay. 

Once satisfied that they had kissed them into submission, the foursome walked arm in arm out to the parking lot, to where the argument resumed when Melanie snagged Brian's car keys... 

"I said, give me back MY keys Melanie." 

"Fuck you Kinney. I'm driving. I saw that 'look' you gave Justin, and I'm NOT going to end up wrapped around a fucking tree, just because you couldn't wait till you got home to get a blowjob from your boyfriend! Now, zip it and get in the back asshole!" 

Justin and Lindsay shot each other a worried look then gave a quick peek once again to the ageless cloudy sky as Brian Kinney appeared to meekly obey her as he sighed heavily and did as he had been told. 

'The bitch,' He fumed silently. 'BOTH of those Marcus cunts now had him firmly by his financial and personal balls.' 

And the worst part was, HE not only knew it, but 'they knew it too.' 

'Fuck.' He sighed. 

And not even the discrete hand job from his Sunshine could pull him out of his self inflicted funk. 

Justin narrowed his blue eyes. 

He had seen Brian like this several times since they had first met, and each time had brought about nothing but trouble. Something was going on between Mel and Brian, and, for some reason <b>they</b> were NOT talking. 

'Hmm." he thought. 'I need to get to the bottom of this. But how? And, most importantly, what IS IT, that Melanie obviously has over Brian’s head?'