|notreallyme10 (notreallyme10) wrote in qaf_challenges,|
@ 2009-07-12 20:04:00
88. Picspam: A Brianites Ode to Sweaty!Brian...
Title: A Brianite Ode to Sweaty!Brian...or is it Stinky!Brian?
Author: 4cupcakes, besamislabios, and outlander
Theme: Sweat and Pheromones: A Brianite Ode to Beautiful Stinky!Brian
Notes: *shakes the Team Stinky!Brian Pom Poms one last time* You guys are the best!
There is no question that Brian is hot.
Crisp and cool, dressed in Armani, ready to take on the world? Gorgeous.
Long and lean strutting around the loft in an unbuttoned pair of Levis? The Legs of God, baby.
But when is Brian at his best?
Brian is never hotter, literally, than when his glutes glisten, his pecs perspire, his deltoids get a little damp. When you can almost trace the path of that single drop from his temple to his toes. And no, honey, that is not a tear. ;)
We are talking about the beauty of Sweaty!Brian. Brian at his slippery, glistening best. Can’t you just smell the pheromones?
What? You don’t believe us?
Would you argue with local law enforcement? As you can see by the reflection, this “I Want a Piece of That” Officer was more that happy to spread ‘em and sweat ‘em.
Temples were built just to worship this glistening god. OK…calling the baths a temple is a bit of a stretch, but we would argue there were still quite a few guys on their knees.
There’s nothing like the cling of sodden sheets to dewy abs and moist backs…
The sound of wet skin smacking against Italian fixtures, granite countertops and custom leather sofas…
Perspiration leaving its mark across transparent office furniture. Hmmm…wonder what lucky maintenance person got to clean that up that work of modern art?
Admit it. Sweaty!Brian is lickably hot. Sweaty!Brian is Brian at his best.
But wait. You claim we forgot a scene? THE scene?
Yes, we suppose in the interest of fair analysis, we have to bring it up. So, pop in the nose plugs, go get the wet wipes and maybe the extra strength Lysol, it's time to talk about the Sweaty!Brian pinnacle…a hotel room in Chelsea.
Have we now gone too far? Perhaps at this point he had finally passed his expiration date. Way past the beauty of his simply warm intensified Brian smell. He may have even hit that sweaty-balls-stinky-underarm funky smell guys get where no matter how hot they are, all you think is “Damn. What died in here?” Keep in mind, trapped in a car for hours with three other guys. Probably eating Doritos, Funyuns and such crap. *shudder*
Maybe he has crossed over into Stinky!Brian territory.
Hell, even Brian admits it. He stinks.
Oh wait, we seem to have a witness to the scene who would like to voice an opinion.
A heart-racing, mouth-watering, tongue-almost-hanging out opinion.
Well, the tongue says it all. Even at his ripest…
Sweaty!Brian is still hot.