Pairing: JC and Brian
Words: explicit; avid; gobble; anoint
"No, the turkey says, 'Gobble-gobble,' Bri. The goose says 'Honk-honk.'"
Brian smiled at the indulgent tone of the man on the cell phone as he rounded the corner of the bookshelf. Obviously talking to his child, and it was nice, really, to hear an American accent, even though Hay-On-Wye was a large enough phenomenon book-wise, to draw a multinational crowd. The best part, other than the books, was that no one seemed to notice or care who he was. If he'd been Stephen King perhaps... but maybe not even then, given the age of many of the books, especially the one he'd come for. Jane Austen, or Plato. They would have been instant celebrities.
Not the Backstreet Boys. Or NSYNC.
Brian recognized the other man immediately, and had determined to ignore him, when JC closed the cell phone with a snap and looked up.
"Um, hi," Brian said awkwardly.
JC grinned at him. "What are you doing here? Isn't this place great?" He pinwheeled around, gesturing at the towering stacks of manuscripts.
Brian smiled back; the enthusiasm was infectious. "I wanted to look at their Bibles." He held up the paper-wrapped parcel he was carrying. "A Geneva Bible. I could've ordered it, but then I wouldn't have gotten to see the condition, and..." he trailed off. "Um, probably more than you wanted to know?"
JC shook his head and smiled. "I think it's great. And it's, yes. It makes sense. Seeing the books in person. You get a connection with them."
"Exactly."
"The Hay Cinema shop had some interesting books on religion. You think it's all about movies, but no. Did you go there yet?"
"I... I'm sorry. I guess I'm a little surprised that you'd care. I mean... everybody says..." Brian felt his ears going hot, but JC was looking at him curiously, and he'd already begun the embarrassment, so... "I mean, you know what the business is like. People thank God in their liner notes and tattoo crosses on their bodies, but genuine avid interest is just." He covered his face with his free hand. "Shutting up now."
JC tapped his arm. "You don't have to. There's nothing wrong. You." He frowned, then sang, "'The spirit of the Lord is upon me / because he has anointed me. / He has sent me to bring good news to the oppressed, / to bind up the broken-hearted, / To proclaim liberty to the captives, / and the opening of the prison to those who are bound.' If you ignore God, you ignore poetry. You ignore music. You ignore the source of music."
"It's..." Brian looked at his Bible; JC was agreeing with him, why was he arguing? "It's about more than just music, you know."
JC waved his hands. "Yes. I know. Yes. I just. I guess I don't express myself well. There's all this stuff, and everything's music, but there's poetry, too, and it's. It's--"
"It's okay. It's just good to know that somebody understands."
"Oh, yes! I understand. And the guys understand, too. Sort of. Well, Chris says that the best part about the Bible is the explicit sex in the Song of Solomon, but we're not sure he can read, so..."
JC grinned at him hopefully, and Brian laughed.
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