COUP de GRACE
By Randall Morgan
--Coup de Grace: A decisive finishing blow, act or event
A fantasy final season of Queer as Folk. With gratitude to Cowlip, Showtime and all the other people who created and own the rights to these characters. They have been my friends and fantasy lovers for four years. They were the first characters to let me see ME on television. I claim no rights to these fine boys, nor do I do any of this for profit. Consider it an homage. As for Brian Kinney (Gale Harold) and Justin Taylor (Randy Harrison) I am forever in your debt for inspiring me, entertaining me, making me laugh and cry and get hot. Because of you, I’ve met some great people online. I wish the actors all the success and happiness they could ever want and I hope that in time, the love story that is Brian and Justin will be given the notice which is way overdue from the powers that be in the entertainment industry. We’re here, we’re queer, and we actually do have dicks and fuck each other. Get over it. ----R. Morgan
My fantasy season begins with an omitted scene. The producers of the show meant to end the last season with this scene, rather than with that nauseating sex (sort of) scene with Ben and Mikey. I want to share it with you now. It picks up with Brian and Justin in the loft after Brian made his speech and the camera zoomed in on the quixotic expression of Justin Taylor…
“Well?” Brian glanced over his shoulder at Justin, whose response to Brian’s invitation to move in was, to say the least, unexpected.
“Well what?” Justin countered.
“Should I make room in my drawers for your drawers?” Brian felt lame having to repeat the same unoriginal quip, but Justin’s silent treatment was causing him anxiety. If this had gone the way he thought it would go, they’d be celebrating with a nice long fuck by now. Instead, an uncomfortable silence settled between them. The insecure child inside of Brian cringed. Was he about to be shot down? Did he misread their relationship?
“Why would I want to put my underwear inside of your underwear?” Justin said with a wry smile. Brian smirked at him.
“I kind of like the idea of that for some sick reason. But moving right along…”
“We should talk,” Justin’s smile faded a little.
“Neener-neener,” Brian’s bratty inner child taunted him. “You did get it all wrong,” the brat whispered in his ear. “You’re a big moron.”
Ignoring the child, Brian lowered himself onto the futon with all the grace of a faltering wildebeest. He wasn’t yet adept at this one-armed situation. “Doesn’t matter,” he said with studied nonchalance. “Just a thought.”
Justin dropped down beside him, the motion causing Brian to wince. “It does matter. It matters a hell of a lot.”
“But nothing,” Justin said for the second time in so many days. “I accept.”
“So there,” Brian thought as he mentally kicked his inner child in the ass. “Then why are you being so weird about it?”
“I have some news, too, Brian.”
“You’re not pregnant, are you? You promised me you were on the pill.”
Justin laughed. “I won’t know unless Aunt Flo fails to visit me later this month. I’m serious, Brian.”
Brian lit a cigarette, exhaled slowly, careful to retain his cool. Best friend Mikey wed like a breeder. Old friend Lindsay, mother of his child, busted up with her lover. One ball down and one to go for Brian. Vic dead. This had been a shitty year. What fresh hell did Justin have in store for them?
“They want me to be the assistant art director on the Rage movie.”
Brian blinked. “What does that mean, exactly?”
“I have no idea, but it sounds interesting and they’ll pay me real money.”
“I’ve met a few art directors in my line of work. Interesting is not the word I would use to describe their work.”
“That’s not art direction for a movie, Brian.”
“You have a point. Help me with the connection between these two conversations we’ve been having, Justin.”
“I’ll be spending a lot of time in California over the next few months.”
Justin stared at his lover, exasperated. “It means my drawers won’t be in your drawers as much as either of us might want, Brian.”
Sensing Brian’s drift, Justin spread a hand on his lover’s belly and snuggled close to his body. “But I won’t be gone all the time and I’ll still need a home base.”
“Whatever’s easier,” Brian stumped out his smoke and turned on his side, his back to Justin. “If it’s easier for you to base with Daphne, that’s fine.”
Justin rolled his eyes, very familiar with the Brian Kinney “I don’t give a shit what you do” self-protective mechanism. Not tonight. This was too big to let him get away with that crap. “This isn’t a rejection, Brian.”
“Never said it was.”
“Do you want me to turn down the job?”
“Don’t be a putz. You wouldn’t do it if I did, so why are we discussing it?”
“Well, I’m not asking you to turn down the job, so shut up.”
“I knew you wouldn’t.”
Brian felt like he was shrinking into that hateful inner child. He hated that kid. Justin crawled over him, mindful of his injury, so he could be in Brian’s line of sight “Boo.”
“Fuck off,” Brian grumbled. “I’m tired. I want to sleep.”
“You tell me you miss me when I’m away, you say you want me to move in with you. Pretty soon you’ll be telling me you love me.” Justin traced a fingertip over his lover’s full lips.
“Don’t stand on one foot waiting for that,” Brian said, suppressing a smile.
“Don’t worry, I’m used to being off-balance with you. Here’s my compromise. Brian, give me the courtesy of looking at me while I tell you this.”
Brian’s long lashes fluttered and his eyes opened and focused intently on Justin. “What?”
“You have to let me pay a portion of the living expenses.”
“I insist. I’m your partner, not a leech.’
“Okay, fine. What else?”
“I told Keller I can work remotely much of the time. I have a computer and a phone, that will take care of half of my contacts. I’ll go out there occasionally, but not as much as you’d think.”
“Don’t be a girl about it, Justin. Go where the job is. I would. I’ll cope.”
“I know, I’ve seen you cope. But I don’t want to be away all the time, Brian. For some unknown reason, I like being with you.”
“I can think of nine reasons,” Brian said, giving his crotch a squeeze. Justin laughed.
“Your ego is amazing.”
“Are you going to kiss me or what?”
“What.” Brian said, pulling him down to meet his lips as his inner child withdrew into his corner to stay.
(Cue the music----fade out)
And so ends Season Four.
Next episode: Six months in the future.
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July 25, 2004