| Challenge #147 Quotes |
[Feb. 9th, 2010|02:08 pm] |
Title:Acceptance Speech
Author:![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) l_j_88
Authors Notes:And another one...just to nudge Justin into the lead ; )
And the condom goes to: Justin
'Justin Taylor’s recent still life exhibit…'
The announcer’s speech filtered through the bathroom walls where Justin was pressed against the tile, dress pants bunched around his ankles.
'…Justin has an amazing feel for the human form.'
Brian chuckled as eager hands groped his ass, pulling him in deeper, “I’d say.”
Justin grunted loudly in return and Brian adjusted his grip on slippery thighs.
'We’re honoured to be presenting him with this award…'
“Faster…” Justin panted, hearing the first spattering of applause from outside. Brian obliged, fumbling between them for Justin’s cock.
Justin Taylor was still suspiciously late to the stage. |
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| Challenge #147 Quotes |
[Feb. 9th, 2010|12:57 pm] |
Title: Moving Day
Author:l_j_88
Authors note:As much as I LOVE noteverything's choice of drabble (quotes are my weakness!)I found it harder than I thought...
And the condom goes to: Justin
“This used to be such a magical kingdom, full of sprites and fairies…”
“…And twelve man orgies."
Michael stopped circling the empty loft and scowled over at Brian stacking boxes.
Brian rolled his eyes, “What? I’m offended! I’ve had more studs than fairies…”
“That’s not the point! I’m trying to put a spin on it here!” The oblivious baby squirmed in
Michael’s arms, “I can’t believe she’s never going to remember this place!”
“Christ, Mikey I’m moving, not dying! She’ll remember the shiny new Park Avenue Penthouse.”
“It’s not the same,” Michael frowned, and continued JR’s first and last tour. |
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| Challenge #147: Quotes |
[Feb. 8th, 2010|05:22 am] |
Title: Unspoken
Author's Note: Late Season 2. Blah, I don't like this, but it's the first drabble I've written in ages. Gotta start somewhere, I guess. :P
Condom: Justin
"I'm going out, you coming?” Brian approaches the sofa, but Justin doesn't turn from the television. They both observe as the protagonist finally makes his heartfelt declaration.
“Christ!” Brian sneers. “'I'm taking a chance on love?' What the fuck is this shit?"
“Just some movie.”
Silence stretches out between them. Justin can feel Brian's stare and tries to imagine his expression.
"You could stay and watch...?”
On screen, the couple are kissing in some cliched exotic honeymoon destination, and Justin knows the credits are about to roll.
He hugs the pillow closer and ignores the sound of the closing door. |
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| Challenge #147: Quotes |
[Feb. 5th, 2010|10:41 pm] |
Title: His Favorite Flavor
Author's Note: Inspired by michira_70's icon prompt. *points at icon*
Quote: I'll take that as the compliment I'm sure was intended.
And the Condom Goes To: Smelly!Brian
Brian stumbled into the loft at 2 am, the scents of sex, sweat, and smoke surrounding him.
He paused near the bed as a naked Justin rose to his knees, his cock standing at attention as he stroked it slowly. “Hey,” he moaned as he slid his hand through the slick that had collected on the tip.
“Hey,” Brian answered, eyes glued to the hot little fucker before him. “Hold that thought while I grab a quick shower.”
“Don’t bother.” Justin whispered. “Funky Brian is my favorite flavor.”
Brian smirked. “I’ll take that as the compliment I’m sure was intended.” |
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| Challenge #147: Quotes |
[Feb. 4th, 2010|09:24 pm] |
Title: Change in Plans
Author's Note: Post513.*smooches* to leela_cat for the beta, remaining mistakes are mine. Quote: I was pretty sure you were going to fuck me.
And the condom goes to: Brian
Justin relaxes into the mattress, a smug grin dancing around the edges of his mouth. His body is sweaty and loose, completely sated.
He hears Brian mumble, the actual words lost in the post-orgasmic hum of white noise still flitting in his ears. Rolling his head to the right, Justin asks, "Huh?"
Brian arches a brow. "You look like the cat who got the cream."
"I was pretty sure you were going to fuck me."
"Yeah, well." Brian rolls his lips together and shrugs. "I felt like making love instead."
The little grin grows into a full-fledged smile. "I noticed." |
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| One Time Pimpage |
[Feb. 4th, 2010|04:19 pm] |
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| *Challenge #146 CLOSED//Challenge #147: Quotes* |
[Feb. 3rd, 2010|04:51 pm] |
Hello, fellow drabblers and drabble readers. The mods have given me the floor this week and I get to be your guest host! I'm pretty excited, I got to count condoms and everything! I hope you'll all write something this time around. I think most of you know how much I love a good condom war, but I'm not going to hold my breath that we have one...there are fewer and fewer drabbles all the time these days.
So, without further yakking:
Challenge #146 is closed, and Ben wins unanimously with 7 condoms!
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Challenge #147 begins now ( under the cut )
And because they gave me free reign, we're having a condom battle between Brian and Justin!!! We can go back to Ben and his new challenger next week.
THANK YOU so much, dear mods, for letting me play in your asylum for a while. It was fun!!! |
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| *Challenge #146: Family* |
[Feb. 3rd, 2010|04:44 pm] |
Title: About Time
Notes: Thank you to the wonderfully patient ahaw9913 for her help with this drabble and for putting up with me all week while I slept through our dates for writing together. I love writing with her, but this week it just didn't work out.
And the condom goes to: Ben Bruckner
After they got Michael home from the hospital and installed on the sofa, Hunter retreated to his room to unpack. He’d told Ben and Michael he’d start looking for a job the next day.
As Ben tucked a blanket around Michael and settled next to him, Michael resolutely said, “I think it’s time to adopt Hunter.”
Ben blinked. “I’m not sure the timing is right at all. We just got you home; things are still so unsettled…”
“This is not about us, Ben,” Michael said. “Right now, Hunter needs to know we need him even more than he needs us.” |
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| Challenge #146: Family |
[Feb. 2nd, 2010|04:19 pm] |
Title: From the Sidelines
Author's Note: 2 x 100 *smooches* to sunshinyday5762 for the beta, remaining mistakes are mine.
And the condom goes to: Ben
( From the Sidelines ) |
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| Challenge #146: family |
[Feb. 2nd, 2010|08:12 am] |
Title: This Time
Author's Note: Huge hugs to noteverything for playing with me, being a wonderful beta, and your generally awesomeness! You inspire me!
And the condom goes to: Ben
As Ben easily attached the railing to the wooden frame, he was reminded how he had struggled putting this crib together for JR.
They’d had such high hopes setting up the nursery for her, but life hadn’t turned out as they’d planned. Things were good now, and though Melanie had offered, he was glad they were using a surrogate.
Setting the crib upright, Ben let one hand glide along the smooth top rail and smiled, knowing that in a couple of weeks, when they brought JR’s baby sister home, he wouldn’t be Uncle Ben this time; he would be Daddy. |
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| Challenge #146: Family |
[Jan. 30th, 2010|04:50 pm] |
Title: The One Who Knows Me
Author: sunshinyday5762
Beta: All praise to the_minx_17.
Warnings/Author's Notes: A drabble in 3 parts, or 3 drabbles, however you want to look at it.
And the condom goes to: Ben.
( The One Who Knows Me ) |
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| Challenge #146 Family |
[Jan. 29th, 2010|09:34 am] |
Title: Arts and Crafts
Author: l_j_88
And the condom goes to:...Ben
Fridays were arts and crafts.
Mrs. Shelby told them to draw family portraits and frowned when Gus raised his hand for a
second sheet of paper.
“One sheet per person!”
He had to draw Deb’s head super small and Emmett’s legs really teeny, but he just managed to squeeze everyone on.
Billy Anderson leant over as Gus was coloring Justin’s hair.
“That’s stupid! All those people don’t live in your house!”
Gus thought it was pretty sad that Billy was only allowed to draw a Mommy and Daddy, so he just stuck his tongue out and gave Hunter red shoes. |
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| Announcement: Ensemble Challenge |
[Jan. 27th, 2010|07:49 pm] |
On behalf of xie_xie_xie and happier_bunny, I have the honor of announcing their new challenge over at qaf_scavenger...Ensemble Challenge: They want some gang-fic, some gang-graphics, and some gang-vids, so they're hosting a challenge. Can you blame them? We want it, too, don't we?
RULES:
1. You must have at LEAST four Queer As Folk characters in your submission.
2. Fics must be a minimum of 500 words (sorry folks, no drabbles this time).
3. No non-canonical pairings.
4. Sign ups are open until January 31, 2010
5. Submissions are due February 28, 2010 at midnight PST (email them to happierbunny @ gmail .com). Please include "ensemble submission" in the subject line.
6. All posts will go up March 1, 2010
7. All submissions MUST be html coded.
8. All graphics MUST be hosted somewhere (i.e. photobucket, etc). Please do not send them as attachments this time. Thanks!
9. Use the following Header for your entry:
TITLE:
AUTHOR: (or ARTIST)
NOTES:
Go here to sign-up!
~~~Any questions, ask away and let the sign ups begin. :D
*thanks to qafmaniac for the banner! It's gorgeous, Qaffykins! |
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| Challenge #145 CLOSED//Challenge #146: Family |
[Jan. 27th, 2010|10:11 pm] |
Challenge #145 is closed, with the 6 condoms given exclusively to Emmett! Congrats, Em!
 
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Challenge #146: Family is now open!
And because Emmett won two weeks in a row, this weeks challenge is between Ben & Lindsey! |
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| Challenge # 145: Injury |
[Jan. 27th, 2010|02:29 pm] |
Title: First Aid
And the Condom Goes To: Emmett
“Ow, it really fucking hurts. Don’t touch it!” Brian flinched away and put up both hands to ward Justin and the wet washcloth away.
“But you need to clean it or it might get infected.” Justin stubbornly inched forward, washcloth again approaching Brian’s bleeding face.
Brian simply glared harder. “It’s just a shaving scratch, it’s not like I fell face-first on a rusted nail and need a fucking tetanus shot. Stop acting like some Nurse Nelly! ”
“Well, even a scratch can get infected, especially where you stick your face sometimes.” Justin grumbled, then laughed as his reluctant patient pounced. |
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| Challenge #145: Injury |
[Jan. 27th, 2010|03:37 pm] |
Title: Bad Day
Author: etextraordinary
Notes: Thank you to the amazing ahaw9913 for looking at this drabble very last minute!
And the Condom Goes To… Emmett Honeycutt
I slammed the door shut and Justin didn’t even flinch; he stood up, walked over to me and slid his arm around my waist.
“Rough day?” He asked, slowly beginning to undress me.
“Yeah. I might just have to hurt some fuckers.”
“Mmhm.” He unbuttoned my pants and slid them off.
“A client called wanting everything changed by tomorrow at 6, some asshole cut me off in traffic, and the worst part-I fell on the fucking ice and ruined a perfectly good Armani suit.”
“Let me make it better.” He pulled my cock into his mouth. I felt better already. |
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| Challenge # 145: Injury |
[Jan. 27th, 2010|12:39 am] |
Title: Smoke and Mirrors
Author's Note: maxymama's recent request for some early S3 Brian sadness icons had me obsessing thinking about Brian's most heartbreaking pain management technique while Justin was off with Ian.
And the Condom Goes To: Emmett
I open the door and step back, allowing him to invade my space.
It’s been a while, but I point him in the direction of the bedroom as I absently rub my no longer bruised knuckles.
He shoots me a questioning look and I palm him the money as he passes by.
I follow behind slowly as he strips naked and smiles at me over his shoulder. “No names, right?”
He pillows his head on his arms and lays quietly on his stomach, ass raised and ready.
I sit close beside him, but tonight the smoke and mirrors aren’t working. |
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| Challenge #145 Injury |
[Jan. 25th, 2010|02:09 pm] |
Title: A Sign Of Things To Come
Author:l_j_88
And the condom goes to:...Emmett
“Where’d you get that?”
He attempted disinterest, but for some reason his stomach had clenched when he’d noticed it: callous red against pale skin.
“Some closet case asshole I jerked off at school.” Justin mumbled, dumping his school bag and tie on the counter.
Brian backed Justin against the side and remembered bullies and bigots and Jack.
He’d survived. And Justin was far braver than he’d ever been.
Brian leaned in to run his tongue over the torn lip and felt Justin smile underneath. “He wasn’t worth the lube.”
Justin laughed and Brian’s concern dissolved.
He couldn’t have known then. |
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| Challenge #145: injury |
[Jan. 25th, 2010|01:34 am] |
Title: Helpless
Author's Notes: This drabble was co-written with the amazing noteverything. It truly is a gift to be able to work with someone so talented and generous!
And the condom goes to: Emmett
He’s got to stop. Just seeing that hideous red mark of violence on a body that’s already dealt with way too much violence makes me sick. But fuck, he’s not going to stop just because I tell him to.
And now he's out the door, in that fucking pink target of a t-shirt.
I sit, scrubbing my face with helpless hands, trying to figure a way out. But he’s not fucking listening to me, and I can’t think of anything to do. I just hope all the pieces will still be here to pick up when it's over.
Fuck. |
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| Challenge #145: injury |
[Jan. 22nd, 2010|12:54 am] |
Title: Hot Toddy
Author's Note: Thank you to the wonderful noteverything for beta-ing this for me.
And the condom goes to: Emmett Honeycutt
"You'd think a gay ski patrol would have hotter guys, but sadly no." Emmett winced as he settled back on the sofa in the lobby.
"Well, don't you worry, Em. There are plenty of cute guys here." Ted eased a pillow under Emmett's ankle, setting his crutches within arms reach. "Are you sure you'll be all right?
"Yes. You and Blake go! Calvin will be back any minute. He wants to fuss over me, and have me regale him with my skiing adventure."
"Hmm, he evidently doesn't know you tripped on the way to the bar for a hot toddy." |
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| Challenge #144: Closed // Challenge #145: injury |
[Jan. 20th, 2010|11:08 pm] |
Challenge #144 is officially closed. Thanks to everyone who participated this week.
Daphne collected 6 condoms this round and our winner with 8 condoms is Emmett!
 
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Challenge #145: injury
This week condom battle: Emmett vs. Blake
Happy Drabbling! |
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| *Challenge #144: Four words |
[Jan. 19th, 2010|10:22 pm] |
Title: L'altra Notte in Fondo al Mare
Notes: Thank you to vl_redreign for the beta! Four words: burn, rug, glass, ease
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders
Ted lay holding a glass gingerly on his chest as Emmett banged around the kitchen. The rug was practically his new home, even though his back was better. He liked to relax there after visiting Dr. Mark, letting the high ease through him, aided by a stiff drink.
Emmett rambled on; something about how he’d almost burned his cheese tartlets while he was on the phone with Vic. He never paused to see if Ted was really paying attention.
Ted felt a twinge of guilt, but it passed quickly. He took another sip of his drink and drifted away again. |
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| Challenge #144: Four Words |
[Jan. 18th, 2010|09:33 pm] |
Title: At the End of the Day
Prompt Words: burn, rug, glass, ease
Condom: Daphne
Melanie set her glass on the vanity, careful not to disturb the candles burning along its edge then she stepped out of her robe, letting it fall into a heap on the tile floor. Once her feet hit the chenille bath rug, she sighed, wiggling her toes in its warmth and rolling her shoulders.
“Rough day?” Lindsay asked, reaching out for Mel’s hand.
Melanie just shook her head, and still holding on to Lindsay’s hand, eased into the tub. Lindsay pulled her close, and soon Melanie lost herself to the warm water, the scent of jasmine, and her wife’s embrace. |
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| Challenge #144: Four Words |
[Jan. 18th, 2010|02:46 pm] |
Title: Hot Sex
Author: etextraordinary
Author’s Notes: Thank you ahaw9913 for beta'ing. Inspired by this gorgeous icon made by pfodge. This is for you for making the amazing and mesmerizing icon, which keeps distracting me.
And the Condom goes to... Emmett
Brian eases into me, torturously slow. He is draped over my back, kissing between my shoulder blades. He reaches down and intertwines his fingers with mine. He angles just right, and hits that spot. The spot that makes me arch my back and demand more.
“Harder! Fuck me! Now!”
Brian speeds up and my hand slips off the rug, knocking the glass over, spilling wine everywhere. Brian reaches around and strokes me until we both come.
“God damn it, my ass is burning,” he said.
I look at him and laugh. “Fucking in front of the fire will do that.” |
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| Challenge #144: four words |
[Jan. 17th, 2010|11:08 pm] |
Title: New Toy
Prompt: burn, ease, glass, rug
Author's Note: Thank you, etextraordinary for your beta skilz. Do I get extra points for using all the prompt words in one sentence?!? :D
And the condom goes to: Emmett Honeycutt
I feel another shudder rack his body as I work the dildo deeper into his ass.
"Oh. Wait, Brian. It...Uhhn…"
It's big, so I know it has to burn. As I start to ease it out, he pushes up from the rug and clinches hard on the blue glass.
"No, don't...I want it, just wait..."
When I feel his breathing ease, and see the muscles in his sweat-glossed back relax, I slowly press it in again, deeper.
"Do you like your new toy, Justin?" I whisper darkly, then growl, “I do,” as he takes the last inch. |
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| Challenge #144: four words |
[Jan. 17th, 2010|11:03 pm] |
Title: No Pets
Author's Note: My thanks to the lovely etextraordinary for beta-ing for me.
Prompt: burn, ease, glass, rug
And the condom goes to: Emmett Honeycutt
He'd insisted on bringing it home from New York. I’d insisted the ugly fucking thing stay in his studio.
I'd jokingly told him, "No pets," as he piled the faux fur rug into the moving van. He'd just grinned, saying he’d found it cheap and grown attached to it.
Then I saw him. Shoulders and feet buried deep in the soft fur, stroking his cock with paint-stained fingers, as he began to ease the glass dildo in and out of his ass; hot enough to burn down the world.
I no longer mind seeing it lying around the house. |
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| Challenge #144: four words |
[Jan. 17th, 2010|10:42 pm] |
Title: He Needs
Prompt: burn, ease, glass, rug
Author’s Note: Many thanks to etextraordinary for the beta. This triple drabble is written for my wonderful friend suze_y. Just because.
And all three condoms go to: Emmett Honeycutt
( He Needs ) |
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| Challenge #144: Four Words |
[Jan. 16th, 2010|12:07 pm] |
TITLE: The Rug
AUTHOR: happier_bunny
A/N:Thanks to xie_xie_xie for the beta and to noteverything for the push.
And the condom goes to: Emmett
Needing a hot shower after a long day, I eased the office door open, looking for Justin.
I almost missed him, sprawled on the new rug playing with his glass dildo. I leaned against the wall, eyes burning while I watched the glass pressing against his tight hole as he pushed it in deeper. I felt my cock twitch.
“Justin.”
“Knew you’d find me.”
Eyes dark with lust met mine and my cock leaked.
“You’d better have been very careful with the lube on my new rug.”
“Or what?” His tongue teased his lips as he stared up at me.
to be continued |
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| *Challenge #144: Four words* |
[Jan. 16th, 2010|10:27 am] |
Title: Heating Up
Notes: This is from a bunny the divine and lovely happier_bunny gave me last week for the kiss challenge. I never got around to writing it, so I used it for this week. Thanks to Bunny also for the beta this morning! xoxo
Four words: burn, rug, glass, ease
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders
“Shit!” Justin pulled his scarf tighter as they left Woody’s. It was so cold his eyes burned.
“Be careful,” Brian said as he eased down the steps. “These stairs are like glass.”
Justin followed, teeth chattering. When they reached the sidewalk, Brian wrapped his arms around Justin, pulling him in for a kiss. His tongue wrapped around Brian’s, warming him from within. When the kiss ended, Justin sighed.
“Snug as a bug in a rug,” he said contentedly.
Brian snorted and pulled at Justin’s jacket. “Come on. We need to go home so I can fuck some sense into you.” |
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| *Challenge #144: Four words* |
[Jan. 15th, 2010|11:37 pm] |
Title: Soon
Notes: Thank you to _alicesprings for her quick beta. I appreciate it!
Four words: burn, rug, glass, ease
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders
Fingers drumming against the glass tabletop, Justin sat, wondering what the hell had just happened. He rubbed absently at his neck, attempting to ease the tension building there. Moments away from fucking on the rug, and Brian pulled away?
“Cold hands, my ass,” thought Justin.
He looked toward the bedroom, watching as Brian stripped down to his briefs and crawled into bed, turning away without a glance toward Justin.
Justin got up and poured himself a shot, grimacing as the liquid burned his throat. Something was eating at Brian, but they were partners now. He would tell him soon enough. |
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| Challenge #144: Four Words |
[Jan. 15th, 2010|05:00 pm] |
Title: Patience
Note: burn,glass,rug,ease
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
He places a soothing hand on my back as he eases the glass dildo deeply inside my ass.
I push back against the widest edge impatiently and hiss at the burn as he smacks my ass sharply to remind me that he’s in charge.
“Patience twat.” He growls as he continues to alternate stinging smacks with gentle caresses that jostle the dildo in no discernible pattern, keeping me deliciously on edge.
“Please,” I beg as I rut against the ridiculously expensive rug, restlessly searching for the friction my cock is craving.
I moan as I hear the condom wrapper tear. |
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| Challenge #144: Four Words |
[Jan. 15th, 2010|09:39 am] |
Title: Everything You Want
Notes: burn, ease, rug, glass
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
You stare in horror as you see Babylon burn before you.
You ease your way past the broken glass and sobbing humanity as you desperately search for familiar faces.
You try not to panic as you rush headlong into your fucking empire that’s now nothing but the stuff of nightmares.
You recoil in dread from a body with a ripped and tattered rug covering it like a shroud.
“Please, don’t let anything happen to him.” The words run through your mind in an endless loop.
When you finally find him, you realize that a lifetime together is everything you want. |
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| Challenge #144 Four Words |
[Jan. 14th, 2010|03:43 pm] |
Title: Scars
Author:l_j_88
And the condom goes to:...Emmett
Notes: burn, ease, rug, glass. Okay, here goes...
Since he’d met Brian, Justin had received his fair share of sex scars.
Bruises. Bite marks. Rug burn.
When he was younger, he used to wear each one like a badge of honour.
He would stand infront of the mirror and run his fingers over each mark reflected back in the glass and think this means I’m his.
Now, Justin believes he’s much more mature about the whole thing.
“Ah,” Behind him, Brian was sliding against him with familiar ease, hands gripping hard as he got closer.
Justin felt fingers dig into his hips and knew he’d bruise.
He smiled. |
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| Challenge #143: Closed // Challenge #144: Four words |
[Jan. 13th, 2010|08:32 pm] |
Challenge #143 is officially closed...thank you drabblers!
The hard fought condom battle was won by:  
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Challenge #144: Four Words - You must use the following words in your drabble: burn, ease, rug, glass
Condom Battle: Daphne vs. Emmett
On Your Mark. Get Set. GO! |
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| Challenge #143: Kiss |
[Jan. 14th, 2010|10:51 am] |
Title: Checking for Fit
Author: wavingcat5
Notes: To my wonderful, switched-on beta, noteverything, a big kiss, and a very big thankyou! ^__^
And the Condom goes to… Daphne
Ethan fits me.
It’s not just that we’re both struggling students and passionate artists who believe in love. Our bodies match too.
When we walk together it’s easy to catch hold of his hand. When we embrace it’s eye to eye, heart to heart, cock to cock. It’s perfect.
Except for the kissing.
He kisses me in snatched bites. Hungry for me but not slowing down enough to taste. He moves in too soon, and pulls away too quickly.
I’m sure we’ll be able to work it out, with enough time, enough love.
And, after all, there are other things. |
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| Challenge #143 Kiss |
[Jan. 13th, 2010|01:38 pm] |
Title: Chocolate
Author: l_j_88
Notes: I haven't drabbled before, so fingers crossed...
And the condom goes to: Debbie
Brian was fucking sick of picking up prescriptions. When he got home, he threw the pharmacy bag at Justin. “Here”. He was busy changing later when a warm arm wound around his waist. He spun in time for Justin to reach up and catch his mouth in a long kiss. Brian raised his eyebrow when he pulled back, “What was that for?” Justin’s grin was mega-watt. “Kisses are my favourite.” He glanced to where he was holding up the shiny Hershey packet in his other hand. Brian smirked and dipped his head for another kiss and tasted cocoa. “I know.” |
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| Challenge #143: Kiss |
[Jan. 13th, 2010|12:51 pm] |
Title: Karaoke
Author (Beta): etextraordinary (edom)
And the Condom goes to… Daphne
I've been kissed by a rose all a glow.
Emmett always picked the worst songs to sing at Karaoke; they were always painful to listen to and invariably got stuck in your head. This was no exception.
Finally finished with the day from hell, I just wanted to go home and have a strong drink. I heard the music while still in the elevator; fuck. Justin was singing the goddamn song too.
“For fuck’s sake! Turn that fucking song off!”
He turned it down and kissed me deeply; which quickly turned to stripping. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. |
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| Challenge #143: Kiss |
[Jan. 9th, 2010|07:09 pm] |
Title:False Alarm
Notes: Very broad interpretation of the prompt. My drabble muses are very strange.
Condom: Debbie
Brian leaned casually against a tree outside the school, ignoring the other students and only looking up when Michael stepped off the bus and called his name. As Michael hurried toward him, Brian noticed a red welt on his cheek, and his gut clenched.
“Mikey, who the fuck did this to you?” Brian grabbed his arm roughly.
“What?” Michael pulled back in confusion.
“Your face.” Brian was going to kill the fucker who hurt Michael.
Michael blushed and scrubbed at his cheek. “I told Ma not to kiss me with lipstick on.”
“Dork,” Brian teased, letting out a relieved laugh. |
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| *Challenge #143: kiss* |
[Jan. 6th, 2010|05:26 pm] |
Title: Sweeter than Wine
Notes: Thank you to my favorite not-beta on earth, besamislabios. *smackles you to bits*
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders.
Brian had stopped at Woody’s for a drink after work, but it hadn’t satisfied him. When he got to the loft, Justin was lounging on the sofa with a drink and the remote, watching some Brett Keller disaster. Without looking Brian’s way, he said, “Hey...there’s food if you’re hungry.”
Brian peeked into a styrofoam container and grimaced. He wasn’t in the mood for a diner sandwich. He looked over at Justin, engrossed in the movie.
He wandered over, sat down beside Justin and kissed him soundly, tongue wrapping around warmth and whisky and wonder -- exactly what he’d been craving. |
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| Challenge #142 & author's choice: Closed // Challenge #143: kiss |
[Jan. 6th, 2010|08:10 pm] |
To start anew with a brand new prompt, challenge #142 and author's choice are officially closed. Thank you to everyone who participated.
Our condom count was:
Brian: 1
Jennifer: 1
And Debbie is our winner with 2 condoms!
Challenge #143: kiss (any variation of the word)
Debbie's challenger is Daphne
Happy drabbling!!! |
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