"Oh my god, Teddy, aren't you excited?" Emmett excitedly gushed to his boyfriend as the Liberty Avenue family lounged around the Airport Terminal trying to find something to do to pass the time until they board their flight to go to Italy.
"Oh my god, we're like, so excited." Brian mimicked as he tried in vain to get away from the smack on the arm Emmett so graciously gave him. Brian narrowed his eyes as Emmett stuck his tongue out at him. As Emmett and Ted engaged in their own conversation, he allowed his eyes to stray to Justin who was currently across from him, three seats to the left where the row ended with his emotionless eyes staring at the people passing by.
"You guys' will LOVE Italy, it's fabulous, Rome was great and-" Before Michael could utter another word, Brian replied cooly with, "We know Michael, you've told us a hundred times before, do we need to be reminded again?" Michael glared at him but didn't say anything.
"Don't be an asshole Brian, this trip is supposed to be great without bickering from Brian Kinney, so leave the asshole façade at home." Debbie retorted, punctuating the end of her sentence with smacking the back of his head with her head.
"Owe."
"You deserve it, now go and retrieve Sunshine for us, we're about to board the plane."
"Why do I have to?"
"Brian Andrew Kinney!"
"Fine, whatever." He got up quickly, narrowly escaping the wrath of Deborah.
Heading over to Justin, he sat to the seat next to him and looked at him. Justin turned his head and gazed at his right cheek.
"Is there something you needed, or did you just come by to try and converse?"
"Deb sent me over here to retrieve the lost boy. Some reason you're sitting all the way over here away from the Brady Bunch?"
"What the fuck do you care?"
"Just get your bubble butt up, loose the maudlin mood and get the fuck over to the rest of your family." Brian replied without answering the question that he was asked. Getting up, he looked down at Justin and watching as he got up and walked over to sit across the seat from where Brian last sat. Brian, sighing to himself, sat in the seat he had earlier inhibited.
"I bet you're excited Justin, being in the country where most of the famous artists are from." Lindsay remarked, hoping to ease the tension that suddenly settled in.
"Yeah." Was the only answer he provided as they all watched him to elaborate, and when he didn't, the same unsettling silence rendered upon them once again.
"Boarding for Rome, Italy will now take place. Please take your tickets and proceed to the gates." The womans voice came over the loudspeaker, announcing them to go to the gates that would lead them to the small plane that would take them to Rome.
"Ooohh, I can hardly wait!" Lindsay gushed while taking the tickets out of her backpocket for her and Melanie, then hoisting her carry-on bag to her shoulder, walking beside her wife to the men checking their tickets to usher them into the gates while the others did the same. Brian and Justin were last, Brian trying nonchalantly to wait for Justin to get to the rest of the gang.
"I'm perfectly capable of getting their myself, Brian, you don't need to escort me, I have legs and contrary to rumor, I do know how to use them." Justin told him as he got in line behind Brian, looking at his right cheek.
"I was just standing here waiting, what makes you think I was waiting for you?"
"Never mind, just give them your ticket." Before Brian had any time to remark, the men were asking for his ticket. Pushing it aside in his mind, he handed them his ticket and watched as they tore it and handed it back to him, telling him to have a nice flight. When Justin was handed back his ticket, he walked down the corrider to find his 'family' busy trying to decide which seats their tickets said for them to sit on.
The pilot driving the small plane was Ben's friend and offered to, persay, give them a lift to where they were headed, with no other people, just them and the plane. They would have to pay, of course.
When Justin boarded the plane he walked in front of Brian to see most of the family were already in their respective seats. He turned towards the left where the rest of the family were seated. There were two rows, three seats on each row, and they had their backs to the cabin door, while two rows and three seats each were facing the cabin, and the other passengers who would seat themselves beside the door.
Vic chose the seat to the very left, inside of the row not facing the door, with Ben beside him, and Michael on the outside, closest to the door. The other row of seats not facing the door had an empty seat, next to that Emmett who was sitting beside Ted on the inside. Across from Vic, Melanie sat, with Lindsay across from Ben and Debbie, her son. Three seats were empty across from Emmett and Teddy and Justin chose the one facing the empty seat, the left of him to the isle seperating him from Debbie.
Justin hoped that Brian would choose the seat to the inside of his row, the farthest away, or at least next to Emmett, but he just seemed to want to make Justin more uncomfortable by sitting right next to him, yet Justin didn't show any outside emotion that would make him appear in distress, yet his insides were screaming for him to move, and his damn expensive cologne too.
Conversation dwindled as the pilot opened the door and they were greated with a man about 6'2'', rivaling Brians height, a build the size of Ben's and dirty blonde hair sweeping over his shoulders, tucked behind his ears. His chesnut eyes moved across his planes occupants and his sight stayed on Justin a couple seconds too long. He didn't appear fazed by Justins fake middle-of-the-bottom-lip piercing, or the two so close together they looked melded together fake ones on his left eyebrow, or his tight black long-sleeved T, neither his black baggy, practically parachute pants, yet his eyes filled with longing before quickly extinguishing the look, but not before Brian caught it.
"Bonjour, everyone, my name is Stuart Vavaldi, and I shall be your pilot for tonight. I take it Ben has already told you about our friendship and that I offered to fly you to your destination of Italy..." He said with a French accent.
As he droned on about flight procedures and cautions, what not to do in an emergency, yada-yada-yada, Brian glared at the man. Shit, he didn't even KNOW Justin and already he's already fantasizing about him. Probably going to give him his number when we land, wanting to hook up. Fuck that, he might like the new Justin, but I sure as hell don't. The only thing that hadn't changed about him was his blonde hair, although he had let it grow out longer, covering most of his ears and eyebrows if they fell over his forehead. I can't believe he's changed so much...the clothes, his looks, what the fuck is up with those fake piercings of his? I thought the nipple was enough, but obviously it wasn't. Wonder if there's any tattoos hiding under there...I would like to think their isn't, but his muzak and the way he draws, with such darkness, the stickers and shit he puts over stuff, and his outfits, to be honest they scare the shit out of me. Especially the way he won't look anyone in the eye or let anyone touch him... Not that I'd let anyone know that, of course. Jesus, it's like 80 fucking degrees outside but he doesn't even take off his long-sleeved T-shirt. How the fuck can he stand it? He mused to himself before he was brought of his thoughts by the pilot asking to gather some information about everyone, just a get-to-know-the-passenger thing. What a croc of shit.
"How about you first?"
"I'm not that interesting, what do you wanna know?" Shit, I can't believe the fuckin' pilot is hitting on me...
"Your name, maybe?"
"Justin."
"Ahh, Justin...I'm sure there's something interesting about you...how old are you?"
"Old enough to fuck anyone I want."
Touche, Sunhine. Brian inwardly chuckled.
Momentarily thrown off, Stuart quickly composes himself.
"Well, I-I could tell that, I was just asking for a number, though."
A number? How about 1-800-FUCK-YOU you worthless fuck? Justin thought, amusing himself, then, deciding not to be so cruel...
"19."
"Ahh, I take it you're in college? What are you studying, now?"
"Art. Why the hell do you think I'm going to Italy?"
Before Stuart could ask anymore annoying questions, he turned to Brian, discovering that he wouldn't be able to get anything out of the blonde.
"What is your name?"
"Brian."
"A.K.A. Fuck-Machine." Ted gave Stuart with a smug expression.
"Teddy!" Emmett called, smacking his boyfriend on the arm.
"Owe!"
Stuarts eyes widened.
"Or, as Wonder-Wacker just said, you can call me Fuck-Machine."
Before Brian or Stuart could say anything else, Lindsay, seemingly always the voice of solace, told Stuart about herself and Melanie afterwards. After the whole gang was introduced, Stuart announced he would be flying us, casting a glance at Justin and made his way back into the cockpit. Cockpit...Cockpit. Brian couldn't help but laugh inwardly at the thought and put his two fingers over his mouth to conceal his smile.
"Sweetie, didn't you see the look he was giving you?" Emmett gushed, staring wide-eyed at Justin.
"I know, I thought he was going to pick up Justin and fuck him right here against the door!" Debbie cackled.
Justin shrugged, looked at Emmett and Debbie, settled back in his seat and closed his eyes, trying to get them off his back about getting laid. Think again.
"Come on, Justin, I bet after a fuck you'll feel a whole lot better. And he was hot, too." Melanie told him.
Exasperated, Justin replied with, "If I want a fuck right now, it would be with my right hand, because I'm surely not going to fuck the fucking the pilot."
The others eyes widened while Brian burst out laughing, unable to control himself.
"Glad to see I amuse you."
"Of course you do, you're not just a pretty face after all." As soon as Brian said the words, he immediately wished he hadn't. Yet Justin showed no emotion.
Looking at Brians chin, "No, I have a pretty big dick too, and I give great head, don't you agree?" Was all he said before taking his CD Player out of his backpack and putting the earphones on his head, pressing the play button and closing his eyes, leaning against the headrest without waiting for a response.
Practically everyones eyes' buldged out of their heads with Justins response. They were certain Justin would say something like Fuck You or something along those lines, but he almost seemed to agree with him. Almost. He still said he gave great blowjobs and had a pretty big cock too. Fuck.
Giving a quick glance to assess the looks on their faces from Justins words, Brian put his seat back and closed his eyes, wishing for peace that was sure to never come again.
While Ted and Emmett, Michael and the good professor were talking to each other, Brian let his eyes wander about Justin, taking in the changes. Not only the way he dresses and acts, he's lost alot of weight too...I'm surprised he hasn't asked for food the whole 3 hours we were here...shit, he was offered food by Debbie and he said he wasnt hungry, what the hell is up with that, he never turns down food. The fiddler must have done some number on him. I wonder what he's listening--
"Having fun over there?" Justins voice broke thru his thoughts and he didn't know for sure if he was talking to him or not, but sure enough, his eyes opened and focused on his right shoulder.
"Don't flatter yourself, Sunshine."
"Just a question. No need to get defensive. We all know you love me." Justin winked at him and turned his CD Player off, placing his headphones on his lap beside the Player and depositing them into his black backpack.
"Liking black now, are we Sunshine?"
"What the fuck is up with you calling me that? You know I don't like it."
"Don't be such a Drama Queen, that's Emmett's job. Now, what's with the black? Fiddler change you enough?"
Justin stiffened and blinked once, twice, thrice, then focused on Brians forehead.
"You don't care about Ethan, why do you have to bring him up? Black? Well, they say you dress your mood so I thought, why not make them happy and do just that. So I did."
Brian raised an eyebrow and was about to comment when the plane suddenly dipped down causing his heart to make home in his throat. Justin visibly paled, his eyes darting around the cabin with is blue eyes wide.
"Relax." Was all Brian said to him and on reflex due to Justins discomfort, placed a hand on Justins leg to try to calm him down. Unfortunately, it did the exact opposite and he literally leapt out of his seat and let a yelp, his breathe quickening as he tried to calm his heart beats. 'It's Brian It's Brian It's Brian It's Brian It's Brian It's Brian...' He kept repeating the mantra in his head and gulped down his heart into his chest, where it belonged.
"Justin?" Debbies soft voice held concern for him and he whipped his head around just about getting whiplash.
"I'm fine." His voice sounded firm but his insides were practically scrambled.
"Justin-"
"Brian, don't. I'm fine. You're fine. We're all fine." Shutting his eyes as tight as they would go, he once again leaned back in his seat and let out a shuddering breath.
Brians eyes were wide with concern and fear for him. He never remembered him acting like that, he looked just about as scared after...Hobbs...Taking a breath to steady himself, he sunk back in his chair, his eyes never straying from Justin. Shit, he acted like I fuckin' scalded him with hot water. His eyes, shit, they were so big I thought they were going to pop out of their sockets. And..the fear. He looked like he was expecting a blow to his head again. Jesus Christ.
"Ju-"
"I SAID I'm fine." Justin started to yell but calmed himself to where the end was hardly a whisper.
As if on cue, the plane dipped again, this time deeper and Brian's hand dug into the armrests to try to find himself some purchase. Justins whimper had his eyes on him again in a flash. He was visibly shaking and his hands were tight balls of fists in his lap, the knuckles turning white with red streaks from the circulation through them.
"It's alright sweetie, it's just-" Before Emmett could finish his sentence, the plane dipped and kept diving for about five seconds before jerking back up again. By this time everyone was nervous as fuck and Debbie, as usual, voiced her concern.
"What the fuck is going on Stuart! Is it your first time fucking driving this thing?!"
Stuarts voice came over the intercom, trying to tell them words of comfort, but his voice was sketched with fear. "It's just some slight turbulance."
"Slight? SLIGHT?! What the FUCK do you MEAN SLIGHT?! You're about to fuckin' kill us ALL and all you can say is SLIGHT? You kill me and I swear to FUCKING CHRIST I'm coming back and taking you down to hell with me, god damnit!" Justins shrill yell was heard throughout the whole cabin and to the cockpit. Brian let out a high hysterical laugh. Hysterical? Me? Brian Kinney? Noo...
The plane started to dip down again, for around seven seconds this time before pulling up, yet the nose plunged down again. Stuarts earlier sketched with fear voice was now borderline shrieking into the intercom. "Everyone, please secure your luggage under the seats if you have not done so earlier, put your seats in the upright position and put your head between your knees, hands on your head. Get ready for inpact in 30 seconds, we'll be crashing down near this island. It'll be a shit for a landing."
Justin blanched and started to sway in his seat but grabbed his hands and latched them onto the armrests. He was vaguely aware that Brians hand was under his right one and was probably squishing it but he didn't give a fuck. A squished hand was better then crashing..crashing...CRASHING!
"JUSTIN!" Brians scream broke thru everyones earlier shrieks and tears and their voices quieted as Brian took his arms and grabbed ahold of Justins shoulders, shaking him damn near violently. Brian let him go and sat back in his seat, looking at him with a wild fear in his eyes.
Justin looked between Brians eyes at the top of his nose, tears clouding Justins sky blue ones.
"Justin, put your head down and-" Before Brian could finish what he was trying to say, everything went black as the plane crashed into the ocean.