Thread: Que Sera, Sera (random fics)

Real!BradyAu!Jon Had an urge. Brady had never been very affectionate. Jon had learned this the hard way. The last three years had just been a series of fleeting kisses and quick fucks with some tenderness here and there, but the love was undeniable. They wouldn't have lasted this long if not for the love. But tonight, Jon wasn't having any of it. He had an oddly compliant Brady wrapped up tightly in his arms. The strong smell of smoke and the consistancy of Brady's violent coughing plagued him and it was a nasty reminder that he didn't need. But he was okay. Brady was okay. He couldn't have counted the number of times the blond had put himself in a dangerous situation. Jon understood that it came with the territory. When dating the world's leading expert in deception, one had to come to live with certain things and coupled with his boyfriend's innate ability to piss the general populace off, he knew it would be one hell of a bumpy ride. Had he had his doubts? Absolutely. There have been several sleepless nights where he had turned onto his side and wondered when or if his boyfriend would walk through the door and creep in next to him. It seemed as though with every year that passed, the danger only increased. He was a wanted man. If it wasn't the NYPD it was the FBI. And Brady had never had any real regard for following the rules. He made his own rules and the world had to bend to his will. And when it didn't... Despite everything, they had done well for themselves. Jon with his law-school and Brady with his... everything . The subject of marriage had not yet been broached. Jon knew it would still be a while before they were ready for that kind of commitment but he would have been lying if he said he didn't want it. He did. For once, Jon wanted something that was completely his and his alone, but he knew that no signed document could give that to him. Brady's heart might have belonged to him but that mind... That brilliant mind was meant to be shared with the world and Jon had no right to stop him. No matter how badly he wanted a normal life. But they were together and they were raising little Evanna. If anything, that had been love at first sight. Jon could vividly recall his first meeting with the little girl he loved above all others and even now, three years later, that feeling never really went away. Just the other night she had fallen asleep on him and mumbled a sleepy 'daddy' that stopped his heart. He knew he should have corrected her. Should have said, 'No, baby, your daddy's not home yet. I'm your Jon.' But he hadn't and he probably never would. He had spent the last three years falling in love with Brady over and over again. He was stubborn and rude and invasive and Jon felt utterly naked around him all the time but underneath all that, Jon saw. He didn't care how hard Brady tried to hide it but he saw all right. He saw a young man who could have done anything with his life and chose to help other people in his own unique way. Past that mask of indifference, he knew that Brady was just a kid who still needed to be reminded that he didn't need to do everything on his own. That he was loved and it was okay to lean on someone. Jon didn't know every detail of his boyfriend's life. At times, he could have counted him a stranger but he couldn't and wouldn't pry. When Brady was ready to tell him, he'd be there with open arms. All he knew for certain was that Brady had let him in and Jon didn't intend to screw that up. He had his boyfriend's heart in his hands and he would take care of it. He would take care of him . Which was why tonight he needed to hold him. Brady's tattered shirt was flapping in the wind and his pale face was covered in soot and Jon knew he had to let go and allow the paramedics to do their job but he needed this. He was shaking so hard he thought he'd never stop. The last hour had been sheer hell and then that explosion... For 10 minutes Jon had thought that he'd finally lost Brady to his recklessness. That the big guy upstairs had finally decided that his luck had run out and that Jon didn't deserve to be happy. The tears had flowed freely and his heart had hurt so bad he didn't think he would make it home alive. But then he had seen a lone figure stumbling out of the wreckage and his knees had nearly given in. His boyfriend had staggered towards him with that bad ankle of his and Jon had been inconsolable. He could feel all eyes on them. Brady always hated public displays of affection and he knew they were going to try to pry his arms off of the young genius but right now, he needed this. And so he held him, rocking Brady's thin body gently in his arms. To his surprise, his boyfriend's formally limp limbs tentatively wrapped around him and Jon nearly felt his control shatter again. No. He had cried enough. He pressed a furious kiss to the top of Brady's impossibly messy hair and pulled away, gazing at that soot-covered face with anger and love and relief. I thought I'd lost you, he admitted, his voice raw with emotion. Brady didn't say anything for a while. No one could make him talk until he was good and ready. He reached out and gently ran his bleeding fingers through Jon's curly hair before tightening his hold. He tugged gently and Jon was forced to move to his will until their faces were mere centimeters apart. Brady's pale blue eyes shined brightly through all the dirt. Not tonight, he amended quietly, Not ever . In other words I love you and I'm sorry.