Oodles of Noodles - Jane!fic

Oodles of Noodles - Jane!fic

Brian squinted upward. “What the fuck?” He had woken up only a moment before, with the sun brightly illuminating… blond. And bright white. That was it, he had finally done it, he was dead. Thank god.

Then it spoke. And the white turned out to be a t-shirt. And there were jeans around the legs that folded up underneath the very real body perched on the side of the bed, just to the left of his hip.

“Oodles of Noodles. Do you know I’ve lived on Oodles of Noodles for a week?” Justin cocked his head to the side and bit his lower lip.

“Um. No.” Brian stared up. Okay. Maybe he wasn’t dead. What kind of fucked up dream was this?

“I can’t live on that shit. My butt’s going to shrink.”

“Can’t have that,” Brian answered. He took his hand from beneath the pillow, and poked maybe-Justin with his index finger.

“Ow! What the fuck, Brian?”

Brian sat up, his hand coming to rest on Justin’s arm. He squeezed. Real. “You’re not a dream.”

“Gee, honey, you’re so romantic,” Justin smirked, gaining a scowl in return. He lightly smacked his hand on Brian’s exposed belly, left it there, feeling the skin. “Are you listening? New York’s insanely expensive. I mean, like, woah. And you know how many guys like me there are in that city?”

“So?”

“So? I’d have to get a job. And there’s no way I’d get a good art job, ’cause I don’t have my degree. They won’t even talk to me without that piece of paper. Daphne’s friend says he’s an actor, but he’s really a waiter. I’d have to work, like in a diner. And I was sleeping on a couch with people walking in and out all night. I can’t live like that.”

“And?”

“And? I repeat. New York’s expensive like, crazy woah.”

“You said that. And we’ve had this discussion already. Four years ago. I think we’re becoming redundant.” Brian leaned over, grabbed a pack of cigarettes off of the side table.

“Yeah, and your ass stayed in Pittsburgh.”

“Yeah, and you took your ass to New York. Where it belongs.”

Justin leaned back, his weight on his arms, and watched Brian’s eyes skitter across the far walls. “Brian.”

The studiedly wandering gaze snapped back to attention.

“Really. Can you see me living on Oodles of Noodles? I’m not kidding. I went to the grocery store, and realized it was the only thing I could afford. Those things are twenty cents each.”

“I’ll send you money.”

“You won’t have to. You can hand it to me over the breakfast table. Did you sell Brighton?”

“Brighton? Oh. My. God. There is no way in HELL we are calling it that! Besides, Mel and Linds are currently in residence.”

“Yeah, I heard they found out the hard way you can’t just up and move to Canada. So. Can I stay with you then? Here?”

Brian leaned back against the pillows, and closed his eyes. He felt Justin crawl up against his chest, a pair of soft lips at his neck, a tip of tongue tracing the sensitive skin at the pulse point, up under his ear. A small nip on the lobe. A gentle, promising press of lips at the side of his mouth. He turned into it, kissed Justin lingeringly, pulled back, stared at Justin’s gaze, so absolutely certain. Brian thought, I am so fucking doomed. He took a drag of the cigarette, exhaled over Justin's head. Oh, well. What the fuck.

“Maybe, someday, we can bag Brighton, and get a loft. In, say, Soho.”

“Again. Not Brighton. Upper East Side.”

“And I can put a portfolio together, here. Have a few more shows. And you can open a branch of Kinnetik there.”

“That may take some time, Sunshine.” Might as well just give up and give in and get it over with.

“That’s okay. After all, it’s only time.”

Brian choked on the smoke he sucked in with his sudden spate of laughter. “Oh, well, fuck, I’d hoped it would take you longer to use that one against me.”

Justin smirked, plucked the cigarette out of Brian's fingers, took a drag and ground the butt out. He turned back, dragging the sheet off Brian's thighs, mentally preparing his attack on the beautiful body being revealed to his sight.“Less talking, more fucking.”

“That, I can do today.” Brian reached for him. Doomed. Might as well accept it gracefully.