I can feel him move inside of me. I feel the brush of his fingertips tracing my vein and taking my pulse until it reaches the end of its path. Everything is still beating in a palpable, melodic rhythm. I’m still breathing.

“Low blow, Sunshine, using my son to coax me outside.”

Justin discovers a kink he didn’t know he had. And Brian likes it. AU, set post-finale

I guess it must have started off with that fucking thump. Just a bit of pressure beating a constant rhythm against the wall of my mouth. Almost involuntarily, blood seems to rush forward to make up for the lack of circulation and you get that thumping feeling. Like the few times my hands have been constricted by rope or handcuffs, a sock once, which was meant to teach Justin a lesson about...

Alone in a Church, Brian Kinney considers his lost chance at fatherhood. 

Looking back, Brian can’t be entirely certain when it started happening, but he’d venture to guess it had been happening all along. If he’s being honest, he can’t pinpoint the exact moment in time when he fell in love, because he had absolutely no idea that’s what he was feeling. Love was phony, fraudulent. It was pretense on the best of days. What he was feeling for Justin was earth shatteringly real.

A short post-513 story.

You have one new message… Justin hit the button on his cell phone to start the message playback . . . 

"When the cramp hits my hand, I watch the brush fall to the floor in slow motion. I can’t help the curse even though I know Brian’s watching me now . . ."

Joan wants to see her son but gets to meet his family instead.

Ted gets an eyeful of what we all want to see.

Brian indulges in some late night thinking: He never thought he’d be this calm, relaxed and satisfied at this point of his life, and he wonders what he has achieved so far, what the world one day will remember him by.