Boi Zone

Deceit, Karaoke, & CRASH! Ch. 40

Title: Boi Zone

By : AshleyMistMalichi

Rating: F A O/Adults Only

Song Lyrics: Time Of Your Life

Artist: Green Day

Category: Fanfiction

Characters: Justin Taylor, Daphne Chanders, Brian Kinney, Debbie Novotny, Michael Novotny, Emmett Honeycutt, Ted Schmidt, Lindsay Peterson, Melanie Marcus, Gus, Vic Grassi, Cynthia, The Taylors, The Chanders, Chris Hobbes; OMC's OFC's and OC's.

Genre: AU, Drama, General/Misc. Romance, Angst, licorice FanFiccy (twisty & bittersweet)

Warnings: AU, OOC, and Het. A What IF? Canon/Fanon FanFic

Summary: Question, What if? Answer, Boi Zone. Because, 'love isn't always easy, and corrections can soon become mistakes.'

*A/N: Please remember, this is an AU. But, it's also a Brian and a Justin love story. It will have a happy ending, this I promise you, but? As far as a happy middle, well, just stay tuned.

And, last BUT not least, there will be some Het references inside this fic, BUT it is NOT who you might think. ;)

Disclaimer: All Characters and situations from Queer as Folk are the properties of Russell T. Davies, Ron Cowen and Daniel Lipman, (Cowlip) Showtime, and others. No Copyright infringement has been intended by this author or this website. This story has been invented for Entertainment purposes only and has been rated by the author AshleyMistMalichi, and not by any independent body.

Story courtesy of: serindipity *my fragile fairy muse*

~CHAPTER 40~

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Muttering darkly to himself, his head down, and as he's not really paying much attention, the angry young man soon finds himself falling as he barrels into someone. HARD.

Knocking said someone to the marble floor tit over tea kettle, he carefully gets to his feet.

Cautiously as he's approaching the moaning figure, his senses are assaulted by a sultry scent.

A very familiar sexy scent.

But when a husky moan causes his dark blue dress pants to tighten in a most delicious way, he's reminded of 'someone.'

In fact, he had not heard THAT sound for a month or two, not since...Her.

Shaking his dark blond head to attempt to rid himself of HER ghost, quickly as he's scrambling to assist the current recipient of his headstrong temper, he winces in sympathy at the torn skirt, although it does reveal quite a sexy flash of long tanned legs, as well as the yards of thick cinnamon brown curls now tumbling in a soft cloud around her bare shoulders, covering her face.

Grinning a feral grin, as he lets her scent cover him, reaching down to offer his hand in assistance he is again assaulted by her lusty pheromones, 

and he quivers as he eagerly awaits her unveiling, this soft, nice smelling someone.

But when a slim brown left hand sporting a sparkly cluster of pink diamond wedding and engagement rings comes to view pushing at said curls, his common senses are barely held back.