(Translation) Mockity Mock of Mock Cold_poet
Officials here also a small translation I posted on Fire & Blade because the author (the wonderful Cold_poet ) wanted to have a direct link to the story.
So here it is.
Here you are, Sasha, Mockity Mock Mock translated into Italian. Thank you so much for everything!
DISCLAIMER: Brian Kinney, Justin Taylor and all the characters of the series Queer as Folk USA are owned by the cases of production and Showtime Showcase, and whoever owns the rights.
The story itself belongs to its author, this is a translation and has no intention to profit.
WARNING: This translation contains adult language and above all explicit references to homosexual relationships. For this reason it is not suitable for minors and those who do not share.
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Title: Mockity Mock Mock (Fair taking the piss)
Author: Cold_poet
Translator: Grace
Beta : Lori
Rating: PG13
Synopsis: The question was not on whether or not to be taken for a ride. What would happen for sure. The question was about what to death was taken for a ride, and by whom .
Warning: contains scenes and language descriptions and explicit references to homosexual relationships. If not for you, do not read.
Link: The original story can be found here , while the pages are Cold_poet on his account Dreamwidth .
translator's note:
Um ... hi. I would be one that "Ahhhhh! There is no other fandom outside of Harry Potter! Ahhhhh! There is no other pairing besides Harry / Draco! Ahhhhhh! Looking back, there would also be the Merlin fandom! Ahhhhhh! One can not fall for the RPS Colin / Bradley! "
Well, that. Now, I know that anything you say may be used against me, but Queer as Folk is one of those things that need to be contracted in the formation of a slasher, and the fact that until now has not never considered its fandom is only because, you know the news, are monomaniac. But I could never resist a story like this ? Do not draft anything that would otherwise ruin the lovely, adorable silliness of the premise, but read and then put yourself in my shoes for a moment ... ;-)
In addition, despite that is not even registered on Fire & Blade ,
this story is all about Lauradumb
for his birthday! Greetings here, darling!
I'm not sure you've never "attended" the Queer as Folk fandom, but I remember with some ... er ... joy icons that you had achieved in his time for the pairing Brian / Justin. And the opportunity was too good not to take it on the fly! ;-)
A heartfelt thanks goes as always Lori, my darling beta, which stand me even when I let myself astray by stories like this unlikely. And a big hug to
Nykyo , which has been invaluable in more than one point of this translation, and especially having the ability to make me re-fall in love with Brian every time he appointed him ...
All others, as always, happy reading!
Mockity Mock Mock (of Cold_poet)
Doubt was not on whether or not to be taken for a ride.
What would happen for sure.
Doubt was on the death would been taken for a ride, and by whom .
Maybe Michael would have saved, after all chances were good that he, too, secretly, was one of many fans. Emmett, Emmett had done well ... porn stars and the waiter in dishabille, is not that he had much to tease. Ted was unknown fifty-fifty. His life seemed to be a novel and series B, as a former toxic, perhaps it was not the type to take the piss out of others. Or you would be convinced that his was a desperate cry for help.
Deb. Deb would have fucked up for sure. Gently, lovingly , but fucked up, fucked up, fucked up.
Brian.
Yeah. He took the piss infinite.
And then there was the matter of his work. That night was to be on duty. And if those with Pittsburgh could solve the problem of taking the piss close communication and unplugging the phone with his colleagues had to work and was not able to find a good excuse - that was not pure and simple truth - ask for a shift change. In practice the only thing that worked was always "It is Brian, "and saw that his neighbor was also one of his colleagues would jump a little 'eye that was a lie.
In summary? The whole situation was a mess.
If he could go back in time would not have thought twice to prevent himself fourteen to enter the library with Daphne. Even with the brute force , if need be, just to avoid that, ten years later, is forced to confess in a whisper: "Yes, I go to the midnight party for the release of the seventh book of Harry Potter. So what? "Fuck those fuckin magicians drowned in the subtext gay men and their fucking sticks that were the fair-way.
It had not even begun to think of a way to keep Brian in Pittsburgh for the weekend.
* * * * *
And so the next two weeks were a whole:
"blablabla, Rage , blablabla, record sales, blablabla, all those people crazy about Harry Potter?"
"What? Oh, yes, I do not understand either. What is there to be so excited? "
" Really! Imagine that came a couple of kids asking if they could pre-order the book. But shit, you a comic book store! Even if I could "make a lot of money ... I have to inform me how ... blablabla ..."
And then of course there was also:
"I've had SEVEN different requests to organize theme parties on Harry Potter the 21! Seven! Sure, I can not do all , but I've accepted a couple and I hired a guy to take care of that for the granddaughter of Matilda, so that old bitch I can not bear. And of course I asked a fortune as price, but I'm trying to read all the books understand the atmosphere and oh, Justin! I have so many ideas! is a pity that you can not have a ceiling that do see the sky, it would be absolutely the best ? "
" Uh, sure. "
" And I absolutely have to find someone who sells of chopsticks! You could give as a souvenir of the festival, and then it takes the tunics ! Everyone must be dressed in a robe and wizard blablabla ... "
And Deb was organizing a party at the diner" because is important to encourage people to read, Sunshine! So those who buy the book are invited to take it and read it here! Bello, no? We have also provided a special version for the sweet, Wand Harry Potter lemon ! Of course you can imagine the comments delicious than shit how-lo-call, but who cares. Cocks his. "
Justin could not help but join in the laughter, because later, what else can you do when Deb is launched like a rocket like that?
Ted instead had called to confirm it officially, thanks sales of his paintings of that year, had gained a lot. "Maybe you could stop working in that restaurant, if you want. With the investments you've made over the past six months six systems quite well. If not great. "
That had nothing to do with Harry Potter, except that maybe Justin could just leave the job, instead of looking for an excuse to change the round of 20.
And while mulling over the possibility (even if it did its job in any way he liked , forced him to leave the apartment or his studio, and stay in touch with the people, although in general the people stood on the balls, especially the customers, and Angel lived in the apartment next to his, so it's not that he would never see his colleagues ...) on his cell phone began to vibrate to the point threaten to commit suicide off the table.
was a text message from Brian.
How did you put for the next weekend?
Justin took a deep breath. Fuck.
messy.
Here, it was good. Short. Simple. And it's not a real dance.
In what sense?
In the sense that I will be too busy waiting in line in the middle of the night to buy a book about a boy wizard, and then spend the rest of that night reading until they collapse from sleep and sleep for the next twelve hours. In that way.
In the sense that I will make time to do anything. Not to suck.
Fuck.
That was like saying "I miss you", at which point Justin had just heard to wonder, eh.
Sorry.
"Sorry" is bullshit.
I know.
I know.
Okay, we'll think of something. See you later.
you later.
Shit. Harry Potter's cock.
* * * * *
the end had not given up the job. Michelle's boyfriend was involved with the first of some comedy and she had offered to take the round on Friday if he took that on Saturday. Brian had to fly to Chicago on Thursday for the Athletics and Brown decided to spend the weekend there, Michael was not able to get a supply of books, but decided to stay open all night for all the gay boys who wanted to read along with their friends, but were terrified to set foot at the diner, and Emmett had found a manufacturer of rods to meet a giant order in time for the & rsquo ; release of the book.
So Justin had put in a row, with some trepidation, in a bookstore across town (he was not going to run no risk of being seen. But no one ) and had taken the numerino to buy his book. The atmosphere was cheerful and relaxed as most of the people lined up with him were the mature conversation, although boy-survivor-centric had rather intellectual tone.
Shortly after midnight, when the clerks of the library were beginning to call the first group of numbers of reservations, Justin had gone to so much from getting a heart attack. An energetic and tanned arm was wrapped around her waist and drew against muscular body to which he belonged.
"Do you want a sweet, beautiful child?" Murmured ear had a hoarse voice.
It was only thanks to seven years of familiarity with that arm, that body and that voice Justin if he could not scream like a girl or do not use what little training he had acquired in his short time with the Pink Posse. "Hog that DICK, Brian! You made me take a shot! "
Brian had merely grinning like the predator he was, and approached to steal a kiss. Halfway between the portion of that kiss that he was "Hello, I missed you" and the moment was too indecent to be in a public place, the brain of Justin was able to emerge from the fog of desire for announce in a loud voice: "Wait! Brian, what the fuck? I mean ... But Chicago? Why ...? And how did you do? "
Brian had arched an eyebrow with a more complacent than Justin considers acceptable. "I'm here because I do not have more than made a decent blow job from the last time you came back to Pittsburgh. I went to Chicago, was hot as hell, it was damp and was like shit. You may not be me. And if you did not want to be found you should pay more attention to the credit card you used to pre-order your book. "
Justin had no idea how to respond. But at zero altitude.
Brian continued to flaunt its expression met for the next twenty minutes, and that is the time that the brain of Justin has taken him to develop as new information. And this phrase had turned into a condescending sneer when Justin was finally able to put together a couple of mental processes and blather, "Okay, okay. But if you're going to take the piss you can also go hours before the risk of playing at least next year for blowjobs. "
" Come on, Sunshine . You do not think it really came here just to get your ass because you like of children's books that talk about magicians, eh? "The expression of blatantly false Brian was enough to say that Justin took the piss would stop there, for time. And then, really, it was nice to know that Brian missed him enough to track him down in the middle of the night. And by the way ...
"What do you mean by credit card I used ?"
Brian had giggled. "It turned out a charge of twenty dollars on your credit card for emergencies that do not has never been used. Ted warned me. "
If they had one available, Justin would gladly slammed his head against a table top.
Brian had taken up his smug expression and began to Justin groped more or less secretly, as they line up progressed slowly.
* * * * *
About ten hours later, Brian and Justin were magnificence on one another, the huge bed that Brian had insisted to give to Justin for his last birthday, with seven hundred pages of books and routes front of his nose.
"I can not believe you has ordered a copy for you, "he muttered Justin. "Brian Kinney is secretly a fan of Harry Potter, but you think ..." He had received no reply and continued to stare until Brian had not looked up. "So what? They are all fags. "
They had watched in silence for a moment, then Justin had buried her face against Brian's shoulder to stifle the chuckle that he could not hold back. Brian sighed and what had made him giggle even more.
"And then the kid who plays Harry in the film has a nice ass."
Justin had stopped laughing together, and had struck down with a dirty look. "Brian! But seventeen years have ... yes and no! "
Brian had merely raises his eyebrows and gives a glance speaks volumes.
Justin had the decency to blush before starting to read.
~ ~ End
