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You Spin Me Right Around by Anemone (NC-17)
Hiya guys, just wanted to say that I've had a lot of fun driving the QAF crack van this month. Hope you guys have found my recs useful. ^_^
Fandom: QUEER AS FOLK US
Pairing: Brian/Michael, Brian/Justin
Author on LJ: -
Author Website: -
Why this must be read:
A relatively new author in the QAF Brian/Michael fandom, Anemone created a big splash in our little pool with this whopper of a fanfic. A heart-rending Alternate Universe spin-off after the events in Season One when Michael finds out about David's cheating, this long, angst-ridden story packs an incredibly powerful emotional punch through its poignant exploration of what might conceivably happen to the Brian/Michael relationship if Michael became extremely sick. I especially like Anemone's characterization of Brian and the realistic way he deals with an ill (more than)best friend - he loves Michael, but he's no saint, and still has to struggle with the more selfish and demanding impulses in his nature.
In short, NOT a tale to read if you're already feeling depressed, but if you want a long, well-written piece of Brian/Michael angst that'll make you break out a box of Kleenex? This is it.
"Spit, don't swallow." He grinned. "Bet you never thought you'd hear me say that."
"Ha," Michael said weakly. His hand holding the glass trembled so much the water sloshed, and Brian reached to steady it, bring it to his mouth. Michael swished and spit into the bowl, then leaned against the wall beside the toilet. "Sorry. Had no idea."
"Forget it. When I asked if you were free tonight, this is exactly what I had in mind. My idea of a good time."
"Mine, too." Michael said. "Oh, shit." He slumped over the toilet again, retching.
For the next hours, Brian wiped his mouth periodically and cursed the fact that he hadn't left the loft earlier. Wasn't this boyfriend turf? Part and parcel of what he didn't want with anyone?
Like Justin. Now *he* wanted a boyfriend. Everyone knew that. Hell, he'd been trying to slap an ownership label on Brian's chest since the first night. Even now, when he was holding back, saying all the right things, parroting Brian's line ("I don't do boyfriends"), Justin wanted more.
He was waiting and hoping Brian would change his mind, or that things would simply, quietly, perfectly evolve into a real relationship. But Brian wasn't relationship material. Hell, he wasn't father material, or even, reliably, friend material. The only way he'd been able to push Michael away was to devastate him so they hadn't talked for weeks.
Long, fucked-up, horrible weeks when nothing much mattered.
Brian had been shocked just how colorless the world was without Mikey in it.
You Spin me Right Around
Fandom: QUEER AS FOLK US
Pairing: Brian/Michael, Brian/Justin
Author on LJ: -
Author Website: -
Why this must be read:
A relatively new author in the QAF Brian/Michael fandom, Anemone created a big splash in our little pool with this whopper of a fanfic. A heart-rending Alternate Universe spin-off after the events in Season One when Michael finds out about David's cheating, this long, angst-ridden story packs an incredibly powerful emotional punch through its poignant exploration of what might conceivably happen to the Brian/Michael relationship if Michael became extremely sick. I especially like Anemone's characterization of Brian and the realistic way he deals with an ill (more than)best friend - he loves Michael, but he's no saint, and still has to struggle with the more selfish and demanding impulses in his nature.
In short, NOT a tale to read if you're already feeling depressed, but if you want a long, well-written piece of Brian/Michael angst that'll make you break out a box of Kleenex? This is it.
"Spit, don't swallow." He grinned. "Bet you never thought you'd hear me say that."
"Ha," Michael said weakly. His hand holding the glass trembled so much the water sloshed, and Brian reached to steady it, bring it to his mouth. Michael swished and spit into the bowl, then leaned against the wall beside the toilet. "Sorry. Had no idea."
"Forget it. When I asked if you were free tonight, this is exactly what I had in mind. My idea of a good time."
"Mine, too." Michael said. "Oh, shit." He slumped over the toilet again, retching.
For the next hours, Brian wiped his mouth periodically and cursed the fact that he hadn't left the loft earlier. Wasn't this boyfriend turf? Part and parcel of what he didn't want with anyone?
Like Justin. Now *he* wanted a boyfriend. Everyone knew that. Hell, he'd been trying to slap an ownership label on Brian's chest since the first night. Even now, when he was holding back, saying all the right things, parroting Brian's line ("I don't do boyfriends"), Justin wanted more.
He was waiting and hoping Brian would change his mind, or that things would simply, quietly, perfectly evolve into a real relationship. But Brian wasn't relationship material. Hell, he wasn't father material, or even, reliably, friend material. The only way he'd been able to push Michael away was to devastate him so they hadn't talked for weeks.
Long, fucked-up, horrible weeks when nothing much mattered.
Brian had been shocked just how colorless the world was without Mikey in it.
You Spin me Right Around