Bravi

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A season four AU in which someone becomes a big success. And you can only fit x amount of people into certain seats ;) Brian/Justin, naturally, rated NC-17 for sex and bad language. Humour. This was written for prompt .076 of au100, Rebirth. You can see my Big Damn Table of Brian/Justin AUs here.

Many thanks to my nel *smooch*, and feedback would rock :)

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"This is weird. Don't you think this is weird? This is *so* weird."

Brian kind of agreed, but he also kind of wished Emmett would shut the fuck up.

At least he wouldn't have to put up with the others enthusing over how weird it was - they'd been split up over various box seats that'd been reserved exclusively for them. Which was just as well. Brian wasn't sure he could handle being trapped inside one with Debbie for three hours.

No, he had Justin and Emmett, which...well, it could have been worse.

"It *is* weird," Justin agreed, leaning forward to talk to Emmett, "but it's cool, too. I mean...he's been through so much."

"You won't be saying that when it starts," Brian grumbled, shifting in his seat. He'd never been a fan of opera. Justin used to have a love for classical music, but after that particular *mistake* he'd never listened to any again. He'd confessed, one night, that he didn't particularly like classical music - his appreciation of it before had been purely because of the *mistake*, not the music itself.

Brian didn't think Justin would like opera much, either.

"Oh, this is so exciting!" Emmett said for the umpteenth time. "I loved going to the opera with Georgie, but this is the first time that someone I know is in it! It's fabulous, but..." he paused. "It's so weird."

And it *was* pretty fucking weird. Yeah, they were all happy with the latest turn of events (well, the others were happy. Brian was confused). No one saw it coming. After dragging himself up from the very depths of humanity, being as low as anyone could possibly go, Theodore had made a major comeback.

He was nationally famous. He was starting to get noticed internationally. Pretty soon, Ted Schmidt was going to be a fucking world famous opera singer. He was on CD covers, posters, and last week Brian had even seen someone ask for his autograph.

It was seriously fucking with Brian's perception of the universe.

Clearly, something needed to be done.

He made a grab for Justin's groin.

"Hey!" his boyfr...partn...Justin yelled, pulling away. "I wanna see this."

Jesus Christ. He was being turned down for *Ted*. It wasn't like Justin and Ted were even really friends.

The lights lowered, Emmett squealed, and Brian resigned himself to a night without fucking.

At least until the intermission.

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Two hours and one fuck-free intermission later (Mikey hadn't left him the fuck alone), Justin thumped his head against Brian's shoulder. "This is really boring."

Thank fuck.

Seeing that Emmett was completely engrossed with the performance - the repetitive sniffing and tissue clasped to his chest was a dead giveaway - Brian decided on a little performance of their own. Leaning even closer, he brought his mouth to Justin's ear. "You know, I've never fucked in box seats at the opera."

Stiffening a little - not in the good way - Justin hissed at him, "Emmett's right there!"

Undeterred, Brian kept whispering, moving his hand to Justin's lap. "Emmett's watching the show, like the good boy he is." His hand rubbed over Justin's already rapidly hardening dick. Oh, yeah. Despite his protest, he was into it already. "Not like you though, huh? You *love* doing things you shouldn't." Gasping, Justin covered Brian's hand with his own, urging him to rub harder. "Fucking in public, getting fucked in public."

Leaning his head back, Justin caught his lower lip with his teeth, closing his eyes.

It fucking turned Brian on. "Riding me, right here..."

Justin moved, suddenly, surprising him, climbing onto Brian's lap. But it was fucking awkward because the seats weren't really made for straddling, so Justin stood up again and they tried not to break the kiss as they both unzipped and pulled down their pants, and then the condom was on him and Justin turned around and there was the briefest moment of preparation and Justin was sitting and lowering and-

Jesus Christ.

Justin was such a slut, and Brian fucking loved it.

He waited, waited, until Justin clutched his hand, and then started moving.

In Brian's opinion all opera's should be seen this way - from the best seats in the house, with Justin Taylor riding you like you were never gonna fuck again.

When he felt a groan building up his mouth latched on to Justin's neck, biting lightly, then licking, then panting over the wet flesh. Justin swivelled his hips slightly and Brian jerked, cursing, and this was the one thing about being with someone for so long that Brian didn't mind - their ability to know exactly what to do to fuck you mindless.

Justin came not long after he did, Brian jerking him off. He was hoping Justin would come hard enough to send his jizz over the edge of the box and into the audience, but when Justin came he caught the come in his own hand.

Panting, Justin turned his head and they kissed, open-mouthed. Still moaning slightly, Justin broke off the kiss and brought his come-covered hand up to Brian's mouth, smiling dirtily.

Brian cleaned it off with his tongue, watching Justin the entire time. It seemed the polite thing to do.

"Are you boys done?" Emmett asked, not turning back, blowing dramatically into his tissue. "Teddy just lost the love of his life!"

Brian fucking *loved* the opera. Maybe he should talk to Ted about an advertising campaign...

~FINIS

BRAVO (Italian): Literally A form of applause when shouted by members of the audience at the end of an especially pleasing performance. Strictly speaking, "bravo" is for a single man, "brava" for a woman, and "bravi" for a group of performers.