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11 March 2014 @ 11:04 am

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Title: The Making of an Artist
Author: later2nite
Pairing: Brian and Justin
Time Frame: Fluctuates between 3 distinct periods in
Justin's life: his childhood, his years in NYC, and the present.
A/N: A big 'thank you' goes to techgirl_on_ij
for an important plot detail in this chapter and all her
encouragement to keep writing during a particularly
hellish RL I've been dealing with. ♥



You stub out your cigarette in a state of near shock, just about to race down to the sidewalk and fling yourself into Brian's arms when a wiser thought prevails. Murphy's Law guarantees you'll miss them in crossing. Watching Daphne point to your building before they walk inside, you clamber back in from the fire escape and hurry over to the elevator bay, gnawing on the side of your thumbnail while you try to guess which one they'll step out of.

Your eyes tear up without warning, a gut reaction when you and Brian are wordlessly drawn to each other in a matter of minutes. Sealing your lips together, neither of you wants to break the silent spell.

"See? I told you he'd be surprised!" Daphne takes it upon herself to do the honors, fearing the kiss will drag on forever if she doesn't. "You're surprised, aren't you, Justin?"

Brian grins like a loon. "Surprise."

"I saw you getting out of the car, and I . . . this is so fucking great!" You turn to Daph and hug her tightly. "You never said a word every time we talked. How long have you guys been planning this?"

"Hey, I can keep a secret. Especially when Brian holds the threat of death over my head if I sing!"

He folds his lips inward and feigns innocence. Throwing an arm behind your back as you lead the way to Meg's door, Brian making the first move to bridge the three hundred and seventy-mile gap between you is downright dizzying. Or maybe it's his fingers pressing into your rib cage. All you know is that the dull ache of missing him the past month has instantly vanished, handshakes, small talk, and lighthearted laughter taking its place when he meets your new friends. Learning they'd helped keep you in the dark about his visit completes the perfect picture.

"So where's my miracle cure?" Meg wants to know before long, her appearance still in disarray even though Josh has done a quick cleanup in the kitchen. "Or did the arrival of this good-looking guy make you forget all about me?" Nodding in Brian's direction with a twinkle in her eye, she wouldn't blame you if she happened to be right.

"Oh, sorry, Meg. I'll go get it. It's all ready."

Brian recognizes the stench in your hand when you return with the foul mixture. "Granny Taylor's secret recipe," he identifies it by name. "That shit always works for me!"

"Oh, yeah?" Thanking you, Meg guzzles it down in one breath. "You, um, drink?" She judges from the giggling and eye-rolling you and Daphne can't control that she must be onto something. She raises the empty glass toward Brian in a mock toast. "A true Irishman."

"You've gotta admit, nothin' beats the smooth burn of that first shot of whiskey after a long, hard day."

Meg couldn't agree more. "A kindred spirit," she says with a smile. "I'm quitting, though. As of now. You and Daphne had to take a cab from the airport because of my . . . problem. Justin and Joshua were on their way to meet you, but . . ." Lowering her eyes, her voice trails off.

"Oh, Brian doesn't do cabs." Daphne looks at him and laughs. "We took a limo!"

Swallowing hard, Josh blinks. "H-how much was that?" He sighs and reaches into his pocket before Brian mentions his unlimited expense account and tells him to put his money away. Checking his watch, Josh sees he guessed about right with the restaurant. "Well, I don't know about everyone else, but I'm starving. I called and changed our reservations to an hour later, so why don't you come with us, Aunt Meg? A good meal is just what you need tonight."

"Yeah, Meg, come with us," Daphne says. "I haven't seen you in forever. We need to catch up."

Hesitating briefly, her appetite coaxes her into accepting. Meg pries herself off the sofa and goes to change, the pledge that she's loused up for the last time sounding awfully sincere.

"We'll be over at our place." Josh picks up Daphne's weekend bag from the corner where she'd dropped it. "Just five minutes, okay? Then we're outta here."

You've never been so grateful to anyone for stretching five minutes into twenty, finding your back slapped against the fridge in your apartment as soon as Josh takes Daphne to see his new computer and you offer Brian a beer. Your mouths are inseparable while your hands grope at each other in familiar patterns, desperate to burrow beneath the clothes in their way. You're ready to scrap the foolish notion of moving to New York and march back home where you belong, the intense love you have for him all that's ever mattered.

"God, Justin." He breathes you in, nuzzling the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. "I've missed you."

Tingling all over, your grip tightens around him. "Brian, I . . . I'm so sorry . . ." It's unplanned and stammering, a whisper escaping from you don't know where. "Sorry that I left . . . Left us."

"We'll always be us."

His words etch themselves into your heart, the nagging anxiety you've felt about the survival of your relationship swiftly packing up and waving good-bye forever.

You're not even fazed when Daphne and Josh stumble out of his room after their quickie and try not to gawk at your boyfriend devouring you in the middle of the kitchen.


"Please tell me you didn't actually buy that." You don't appreciate the interruption while you're busy being brilliant, your mom's intrusion into your room forcing you to look up from the four-page essay you're tweaking to perfection well before its due date. "Seriously? A blazer?"

"You need it for Saturday night, honey. Edgewood has a dress code, you know." She removes the navy blue garment from its protective plastic bag and holds it out for your inspection. "It'll look good with your charcoal slacks. I'm going to shop for a tie tomorrow that'll go with your light blue button-down."

"A tie?! Mom!"

"Justin, you're thirteen. It won't kill you to dress up." Hanging the new jacket in your closet, she locates your better things and separates them from the jeans and tee shirts. "You've been growing like a weed. We're going to have to get you some nice clothes."

You didn't object when your father announced you're old enough to start dining with them at the country club once in awhile, but the past five minutes have left you wondering whether you'd really like to or not. You only hope the food is all it's cracked up to be. Otherwise, what's the point? "I gotta finish this essay, okay?" gets your mom out of your hair and your mind back on your footnotes.

Three days later, the point pokes its head out of obscurity. And it has nothing to do with food. Rather, the young man who serves it.

"And for you, sir?" he asks most attentively, his pencil poised to jot down your order after taking your parents'.

You'd noticed his skillful hands earlier when he uncorked the bottle and poured their wine, not fully understanding your desire to touch them. And now the musky scent of his cologne as he leans down toward you wreaks havoc on your previously logical existence. No longer a gangly tween, you've acquired a more mature look, the onset of puberty responsible for the growth of body parts that operate with a mind of their own. You thank the gods in heaven for the cloth napkin in your lap and make eye contact with the cute twenty-something waiter, telling him you'll have the prime rib.

Salad fork on the outside, bread plate on your left, you've been schooled in the social graces like any good WASP boy. You gulp from the water glass on your right to cool the fire under your skin, relieved that your mom and dad are ignoring you while they fret over what headaches Molly might be causing the new babysitter.

Covering your mouth when you burp, you say 'Excuse me' to no one in particular.



"Forget it, Brian. Not happening. Now can you get out of here and let me wallow in misery alone?" Yanking the quilt up over your head, you dive under the pillows and squeeze your eyes shut, willing the cruel world away. With any luck, you'll wake to discover it was all a hideous nightmare and won't have to deal with the old age issue for a long, long time.

"Stop being a fucking princess and come downstairs with me. Everyone's waiting on your ass. Unless . . ." Your husband thinks back. Twelve years back. Wasn't he was forcibly hauled off to a twisted celebration of his own birthday, set up by a little twat who unlocked the loft door with his key and enabled the gang to barge in? "Hey, Mikey!" Brian shouts out of your bedroom door. "Get up here! Bring Emmett and Ted with you!"

Just as you'd dreaded, kicking and screaming are fruitless, your slight build no match against the four guys who dig you out of your cocoon and lug you down to Britin's great room. Erupting into cheers and applause at your not-so-grand entrance, your partying guests are having way too much fun.

"What is it, Sunshine?" Debbie's no help while you struggle with your captors. "Thought you could hide from the big three-0?"

"Sweetheart!" Your mom rushes over for a hug when they set you down on your feet and unhand you. "What do you think?" She points out more gaudy streamers and balloons floating around than you've ever seen assembled in one place. "Molly and I did all the decorations!"

"Uh, thanks." Trying not to wince, you're pissed off that your sister's not sharing whatever she's tripping on. "It's a lot of . . ."

Ben seems to be the only one who understands your plight, materializing in front of you with a cup of spiked punch. "Here, Justin. You'll feel better after you down a few of these." He laughs and puts his arm around Michael.

"He'll feel better after he stops queening out about his advanced age." Brian reels you into his side and plants a kiss on the top of your head. "Face it, dear. You're one of us now."

Pouring half the punch down your throat, you can't help but crack a smile when the tide suddenly shifts, Michael not about to let that one slide.

"Oh, and you didn't queen the fuck out when you turned thirty?! I had to cut you down from the fucking rafters! At least Justin hasn't attempted to scarf his life away!"

"Not yet!" You begin to loosen up a bit in spite of yourself. Leaving Brian and Michael to reminisce about the good old days, you wander over to the sofa and plop down next to Daphne. "If you say happy birthday, I'll never speak to you again. They're getting so big." You don't know how she copes with her boisterous twins, who're rolling around on the carpet and pulling on her legs like a couple of, well, toddlers. "What are they? Like two now?"

"Almost." She pulls identical Matchbox cars out of her bag of tricks and hands one to each of them, hoping it buys her some sanity. "Josh was so disappointed that he couldn't get away from work. He wanted to come with us to wish you a hap-. Oops. Just about said it."

"Don't even think it. I'm glad you're here, though. I need to tell you something, and I didn't want to do it on the phone. When you said you'd be here in Pittsburgh for my, um, you know . . ."

"What's going on?"

You take a deep breath. "Let me just start by saying you looked really pretty at our senior prom. Your dress. Your hair. Gorgeous." You're expecting her stunned, incredulous stare. "I had a breakthrough a few weeks ago, Daph. Like a heavy curtain was lifted and the darkness faded away. All my lost memories. They're not lost anymore. I can see everything now."

"Really?! Justin, that's awesome!" She gives you a big hug, but she needs answers. "How?! What?!"

"Come with me. I've gotta show you something." Waving Gus over, you ask him if he'll keep an eye on Trevor and Travis. "See if J.R. will sit here and play cars with them. We'll be right back."

You climb up the staircase with Daphne close behind and stop in the hallway outside your room. "Brian kind of freaked when I had it hung over the bed, so it's gonna go somewhere else." Maneuvering the piece from its resting spot facing the wall, you scoot it around so she can see it, mindful not to scratch the frame on the hardwood floor. You'd hold it up at eye level if it weren't so damn heavy, making do for now with flipping on the overhead light fixture in the hall to enhance the multilayered images. "Working on this is what opened up the floodgates."

You give her ample time to soak it all in, waiting until several minutes have elapsed. "Daphne?"

Still reverently hushed, she stands transfixed, a lone tear trickling down her cheek.


He's fucking unbelievable. He's been fucking unbelievable so many times you've lost count, although you honestly felt that anything else he'd ever come up with would pale in comparison to his buying you a country manor six weeks ago and convincing you to marry him.

But then tonight happened.

Tucked snugly under his arm in the back of the limo, you share a look and a smile with your best friend, who's sitting equally contentedly in Josh's lap. You're still trying to digest the events that unfolded at the restaurant when Meg launches into another round of undying thanks to the fucking unbelievable Brian Kinney.

"And I don't wan't you to consider it money that you're just throwing away." She wiggles out of her shoes and relaxes back into the seat across from you. "I mean it, Brian. I'll repay every cent, with interest if you like, as soon as I'm earning a living again."

A peck on your lips prefaces the simple method to his madness. "I figure it's the least I can do for the clever soul who got Justin here back into school. Fuck knows I tried several times. Getting a degree from NYU is the smartest move he can make right now. And from what I've heard tonight, we owe it all to you, Meg."

Nodding in affirmation is all you can do. The decision to fast-track your way to graduation at the prestigious university was definitely motivated by the first person you'd met on this adventure to New York City. You could have done without all her raving during dinner about the hype that surrounded your enrollment and the stir you can still cause some days when your classmates cluster around to watch you paint, but you guess Brian was bound to hear of the flap sooner or later.

"Justin has a gift, but even the gifted have a hard time breaking into this business. I've been around long enough to know that NYU's art department is crawling with influential bigwigs who can open doors for someone with Justin's talent. And trust me, it's gonna happen for him." Meg smiles at you before she looks Brian in the eye. "Now, with your kind generosity, I'll be back in time for the annual senior show to witness the official start of his career."

"Just get well out there, Aunt Meg. I know you can do it. Betty Ford's one of the best facilities in the country." Josh turns toward Brian as if he were some kind of divine redeemer. "You have no idea what this means for our family. Thank you."

You're proud of him for accepting their gratitude. You know from experience that saving the day behind the scenes and claiming no involvement are more his style. Listening to Meg and Daphne gab about how nice it will be to dry out in sunny Rancho Mirage, California, you take in the scenery along Fifth Avenue in Midtown Manhattan from the car's tinted windows. You can hardly believe you're on your way to spend the weekend holed up with your boyfriend at the five-star Peninsula Hotel, soon visible up ahead.

"Well, it's been fun." Brian watches the driver jockey for space in front of the Peninsula's doorman. "But this is where Justin and I get off."

"Ha ha," you reply to Daphne's lewd comment. No doubt she and Josh will put their privacy in the apartment to good use.

Lowering the partition as the limo rolls to a stop, Brian settles up with the chauffeur to the tune of a couple hundred dollars. "This should cover everything. Plus one more trip. Just take these fine people back to . . . what was it?" He looks at Daphne. "Alphabet soup? Avenue Q?"

"Oh, my God!" Daph shrieks. "I told him Avenue B in Alphabet City when we were leaving the airport! So he'd know the neighborhood!"

"Close enough. Later, guys." Brian flashes his killer smile amid heaps of appreciation for footing the transportation bill. He pulls you out of the car with him and hangs his arm over your shoulders while you wait for the doorman to get your carryalls out of the trunk, almost more impatient than you are to get you alone.

You've never seen him hand over his credit card as quickly as he does at the front desk, finally stepping into the elevator with him on your way to his prebooked penthouse suite. "Jesus, Brian!" You tackle him from behind while he jabs the button for the top of the hotel, pinning him into a corner before the doors seal together. "You're so fucking unbelievable!"

"Why? Because I want to fuck you in luxury for two days straight?" He interlocks his fingers behind your waist, his eyes sparkling with lust.

"No!" You laugh and kiss his lips when he rests his forehead down on yours. "I mean paying for Meg to go to Betty Ford. Where did that come from? You just met her tonight!"

Brian shrugs. "I don't know. For some reason, I took an instant liking to her. It's obvious she really wants to get sober. And then I was sitting there eating my steak and thinking about what alcoholism's done to my mother. I might not have turned out this fucked up if she'd had some professional help when I was a kid. Besides." A wry grin comes over his face. "Meg reminds me of Stevie Nicks. I used to think she was hot."

"Who the hell is that?"

"Stevie Nicks? The hippie-chick singer with the raspy voice in Fleetwood Mac? They practically dominated top forty radio in the seventies and eighties."

"You do realize I was born in 1983, right?"

Brian exhales a stifled groan. "Christ. Remind me again why I'm with you?"

You don't need a more blatant invitation, promptly reaching out for the panel and halting the elevator mid-climb. Sinking to your knees as it lodges between floors, you don't know how you've managed to keep your mouth off his dick this long.

guavejuiceguavejuice on March 11th, 2014 06:49 pm (UTC)
What an amazing update my dear Linda. I enjoyed every minute of it. I love how you keep the plot in three different timelines but still B/J are so IC and so... in love *happy sigh*
Than you so much for this gem. I hope there's more to come ;)
*hugs you tight*

Edited at 2014-03-12 05:21 am (UTC)
later2nite: j at PIFAlater2nite on March 12th, 2014 06:58 pm (UTC)
There's plenty more to come, don't worry! LOL

Thanks so much for this sweet comment. It means a lot to me to know that you like this story.

shadownycshadownyc on March 11th, 2014 08:09 pm (UTC)
Another fabulous chapter!!! Brian really is a hero. Loving this story!
later2nite: j at PIFAlater2nite on March 12th, 2014 07:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you for this sweet comment! I'm so happy you're loving this story.

Yeah, Brian definitely stepped into his hero clothing in this chapter.

urugwaj: smileJurugwaj on March 11th, 2014 08:24 pm (UTC)
You have no idea how happy I was when I saw this banner on my f-page :)
This fic is fantastic! So IC, so dynamic, so emotional. I love read it! And this one "A tie?! Mom!" and I couldn't laugh silently anymore, buhaha. I just saw Justin at this moment :)
later2nite: j at PIFAlater2nite on March 12th, 2014 07:03 pm (UTC)
Aww, you're so nice to say this! I'm really happy that you like this story so much.

Yeah, 13-year-old Justin is pretty typical - they all hate ties at that age. LOL

predec2predec2 on March 11th, 2014 09:07 pm (UTC)
I was just thinking about this story the other day, so you must have read my mind.;) It takes a lot of courage, I think, to write in 2nd person, but you are doing a wonderful job with it! Love Meg's character; I think it takes creativity to bring a new, unknown character to life, and I think you have done that well.;)

Thanks for the update! So glad you are continuing it.;) Looking forward to the next part when you get a chance, my friend. *Hugs* ~Kim
later2nite: j at PIFAlater2nite on March 13th, 2014 04:04 am (UTC)
Thank you so much, Kim, for this sweet comment. I'm actually enjoying writing this in 2nd person. I thought it would be rather limiting, (as far as the other characters go) but fortunately, that's not the case.

Yeah, Meg . . . I was hoping a new character wouldn't be boring for readers, but everyone seems to like her. LOL

Thanks again for reading and taking the time to comment. I really appreciate it.

(Now that this chap is finally finished, I'm going to read the end of your 'Parent Trap' - looking forward to that!)

kinwad: head touchkinwad on March 12th, 2014 12:05 am (UTC)
What a lovely update, Linda! I'm so sorry RL has been so difficult but thank you so much for this chapter! *hugs*
later2nite: j at PIFAlater2nite on March 13th, 2014 04:10 am (UTC)
Thank you, Kin, for this lovely comment. I'm thrilled to know you're liking this story and continuing to read it. That means a lot to me.

And thanks for the RL sentiments - much appreciated. ♥

Toto_too514: Shamrock Bullytoto_too514 on March 12th, 2014 12:27 am (UTC)
What a wonderful treat to see a new chapter in this Fic! Still love everything about. I hope RL settles down a bit for you soon!
later2nite: j at PIFAlater2nite on March 13th, 2014 04:20 am (UTC)
Thanks Trish. So glad you're liking this story and still reading - even after the long break between chapters.

RL had been pretty unbearable for a few months - but things are improving. Thank you for the good wishes.

(Have fun on Friday night. I've resigned myself for no pics, but you're gonna dish the details when you get a chance, right? LOL)


JonDH: stevie nicksthespian15 on March 12th, 2014 01:16 am (UTC)
"Meg reminds me of Stevie Nicks. I used to think she was hot."

"Who the hell is that?"

"Stevie Nicks? The hippie-chick singer with the raspy voice in Fleetwood Mac? They practically dominated top 40 radio in the seventies and eighties."

Justin just lost his Gay Card on that one. :o :o :o
Hugs, Jon
later2nite: j at PIFAlater2nite on March 13th, 2014 04:25 am (UTC)
OMG! Your icon is perfect! I can't believe you have a Stevie Nicks icon. LOL

Yeah, Justin is a bit too young (in 2005 when the NYC part of the fic is taking place) to know who Brian is talking about. He learns fast, though!

Thanks for the great comment.

JonDH: stevie nicksthespian15 on March 13th, 2014 08:33 am (UTC)
Oh No, Stevie is still going strong now. Touring and even acting. Her most recent album is really good. :) She worked with Dave Stewart from the Eurythmics. :)
I just saw in concert about 3 years ago I think. :)
techgirl_on_ijtechgirl_on_ij on March 12th, 2014 06:18 am (UTC)
I love how close Brian and Daphne are in this fic, I've always liked the two of them together.

Teenage Justin is adorable! I can just hear him whine and act like a child one second only to be a grown up the next.

Great update!

Smooch and kram
later2nite: j at PIFAlater2nite on March 13th, 2014 04:37 am (UTC)
Thank you sooo much for this sweet comment. I agree that Brian and Daphne are a great combo together. I wish we could have seen more of them together in the show.

Yeah, teenage Justin . . . he's really fun to write. He totally is whining one second and trying to be grown up the next. LOL

Glad you liked this update. That means more to me than anything. ♥

bksbraceletbksbracelet on March 13th, 2014 07:48 am (UTC)
Lol loved it
later2nite: j at PIFAlater2nite on March 13th, 2014 02:19 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much, Chris. I'm really happy that you're liking this fic! ♥

toshiani007 on June 13th, 2014 09:43 pm (UTC)
Okay, mission accomplished!!!
It's a very well written fic, wonderful plot and very emotional.
I really liked it, specially chapter four.
I was missing a very beautiful story.
And I love the quotes from painters.
Hugs, my dear Linda!!!
later2nite: j at PIFAlater2nite on June 15th, 2014 03:01 pm (UTC)
Hi, Ani! So glad you had a chance to read up to here and that you like it. Yeah, chap 4 is one of my faves, too.

Thank you for this sweet comment. It means the world to me.

(Just in case you stopped here, there is one more chapter posted - chap 7 - )

Hugs you,
908718908718 on November 14th, 2014 10:01 pm (UTC)
Brian is such a good man
I can't believe he paid for meg to good to betty ford. That is so sexy a kind and giving man.
later2nite: j at PIFAlater2nite on November 14th, 2014 10:45 pm (UTC)
Re: Brian is such a good man
Brian is totally kind and giving. He even shocked Justin with this!

Thanks for the great feedback. ♥