Oliver: Chapter: 3 "Endings"
Title: Oliver
Genre: Post-513, Daddy!Fic, Fluff
Summary: Brian and Justin's lives post 513, focusing mainly on raising the newest addition to their family, their son, Oliver.
Timeline: 2013--->
Notes: This story will have 100 'sections', and is based upon the fanfic 100 table, but I'll be rearranging some of it a bit. You can find it here--> Oliver Master Post Table Basically, this story is meant to be a breather for me while I finish my original novel. Each section will be at least 500 words, and with 100 sections, that will mean I will reach the 50,000 nanorwrimo goal when it's completed.
This story is a thank you for all of you fanfiction readers who have stuck by me for so long. Sections, aka, chapters, will probably be posted quite rapidly as I usually like to get my fist 50,000 nanorwimo words out of the way. I wanted to give you something back that would be a 'feel good' story. Enjoy!
Chapter 3:
Oliver
Chapter 3: "Endings"
“I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck.”
“Did you say you feel like you need a good fuck?”
“Nope.”
“Do you think you’ll ever want to fuck again?”
“People said we wouldn’t have time for sex, but they didn’t say we wouldn’t feel like having sex.”
“Speak for yourself. It’s time to end your week-long celibacy,” Brian says, his husky voice already working its magic on my body.
“You don’t mind if I just lie here while you fuck me, do you?”
Brian hovers over me, grinning smugly. “I’m not taking the blame. If anyone asks, I’m going to tell them it’s your fault.”
“What’s my fault?”
“The official end of all romance.”
“Let’s not bring that into this.” I pull his mouth onto mine and at that exact moment I hear a wail. If Brian weren’t on top of me, I’d probably start punching and kicking the mattress below me like a child throwing a tantrum.
“Shh.” He rubs his thumb along my jaw and kisses my nose. “He’ll fuss and go back to sleep in a minute.”
“I know.” It’s happened three times this week. Even tired, I manage to push Brian off me and sit up. “It’s just… after what my…”
“Fuck him. Craig doesn’t know shit about how you parent. The last time you saw him before today was eight years ago. Why do you...”
“He was so angry.”
“Yeah, cause his daughter, his ex-wife, his brother and his niece have all done what you still won’t.”
But... “I’m the reason they’ve all...”
“Fuck that!” Brian yells, sliding off the bed. “They ended their contact with him because of him! He’s a homophobic, sanctimonious asshole! That’s why they don’t want him in their lives.”
Brian is right and for the first time, his words don’t just hurt me or anger me, I really feel the truth in them. I need to grow up and let go of the past. I crawl to the corner of the bed, reach for him and wrap my arms around his waist. “I’m done with him.”
“I believe you,” Brian speaks with relief, running his hands through my hair. “Olly fell back asleep.”
“I’m sorry.” He knows what for.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” Brian lays me back on the bed, covers my body with his and stares into my eyes. “Craig couldn’t be more wrong about what he said to you today. He and Jack, they’re proof of how wrong he was. Just because someone’s your biological father, it doesn’t mean they know how to be one, and if they aren’t, it doesn’t mean they don’t know how to be a good one.”
Brian Kinney owns a special kind of honest romance. “I’m not going to just lie here,” I promise him, holding him tightly.
“As if you could. But try to keep it down; we don’t want to wake him, again.”
I smack his ass hard.
“Ow, fucker!”
“Maybe it’s you that should keep quiet?”
TBC in ---> She