| Challenge # 139: Closed // Challenge #140: Season Five |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|08:05 pm] |
Challenge #139 is closed.
Justin wins this condom battle!
 
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Challenge #140: Season Five
Condom Battle: Your choice of characters.
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Guest Mods.
![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) faile02, besamislabios and I had a fun idea. How about if we have guest hosts until the end of the year.
If you're interested in changing the drabble prompts one week until the end of the year, comment in this post and I'll assign you a week.
And we'll be available to answer questions but you get to chose the prompt and post it and we can have an open battle and see who has the most condoms at the end.
Thoughts? Questions? Wanna sign up? |
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| Challenge #139: Halloween |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|11:27 am] |
Title: Hidden Truth
And the Condom Goes to: Justin
“I’ll get it Ma!” Michael shouted up the stairs as the doorbell rang yet again on Halloween night.
“It’s past curfew, baby, so turn off the porch light after this group.” Shouting was a normal mode of conversation in the Novotny household.
“Trick or Treat Mikey!” Michael gaped for a moment and then pulled his bruised and bleeding best friend in the door. “Jesus Christ Brian, what the hell happened to you?”
“I wouldn’t share my candy so a big bully jumped me.” Michael nodded sadly at the hidden truth and hugged his friend tightly.
“I fucking hate Halloween, Mikey.” |
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| Challenge #139 Halloween |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|04:28 pm] |
Title: Treat
Author: bluemchenkaffee
Condom: Justin
Treat
“Trick or treat, Justin?”
“Huh, Brian?” I looked at him quizzically. “It’s April.”
“So? You can’t choose just because it’s the wrong month?”
“Okay, okay. Treat then.”
Brian smiled. “Good boy, treat it is.”
I felt like I somehow missed the real point of this conversation when Brian dragged me out of the bed saying, “We don’t have any time to waste.”
He must have seen the confusion in my eyes because he added
“You’re a bit slow today. No tricks means no masquerade for our dicks at Halloween. We just have to get tested now to make that happen.” |
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| Challenge #139: Halloween |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|09:32 pm] |
Title: Once Upon A Family
Author: vl_redreign
Condom: Jennifer
A/N: Unbeta'd, sorry.
It had been a busy night, and Jennifer was tired. She and Craig had taken Molly trick-or-treating, and even Justin had deigned to go along.
Molly was getting big enough to want to knock on doors by herself. Jennifer was loath to let her go, but Craig insisted that it would be okay. And in a show of brotherly…something, Justin walked with her. Molly even let Justin hold her hand, once she realized that she got more candy when he smiled.
Upon returning home, Justin hefted his bag onto the table. Having a little sister wasn’t so bad, after all. |
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| Challenge #139: Halloween |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|11:26 pm] |
Title: Trick or Treat But Hold the Relish
Condom: Justin
Justin opened the file Lindsay sent him and immediately called Brian. He’d barely stopped laughing when Brian answered the phone. “So have you seen the pictures?” he asked.
“It’s not funny,” Brian snapped. “What the fuck was Lindsay thinking?”
“Gus is eight,” Justin explained patiently. “I don’t think you can blame his costume choice on Lindsay this year.”
“There is no fucking way my son would voluntarily dress as a processed meat product.”
“He was a hotdog, Brian, you can say it. I wonder if Mel made him kosher?” Justin’s laugher almost drowned out the sound of the dial tone. |
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| Challenge #138 is CLOSED//Challenge #139: halloween |
[Oct. 28th, 2009|01:12 pm] |
Challenge #138 is officially closed.
Justin is our winner with 2 condoms.
 
Thanks to everyone who participated.
The new prompt: halloween
The new challenger: Jennifer
Have fun drabbling! :D |
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| Challenge #138: Changes |
[Oct. 27th, 2009|10:07 pm] |
Title: Killing Time
Condom: Justin
Realizing he had an hour to kill before his last meeting, Brian called down to the art department.
“I won’t bother asking if the changes for Diva Pets are done because if they aren’t, you’re fired. Send them up with Taylor.”
Justin carefully set the boards against the wall before locking the door. “Cynthia’s holding your calls, and they fucked the font up again, but I’ll take care of it later.”
Brian leaned back in his chair, “I believe I made it clear that if the boards weren’t right, someone would get their ass chewed.”
“Must be my lucky day.” |
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| Challenge #138: Changes |
[Oct. 26th, 2009|02:34 pm] |
Title: Getting Further
A/N: Thank you, the_minx_17, for your beta and reworking of this.
Condom: Justin
As was their wont, Brian and Justin had amazing sex all night and into the dark hours of the morning. In fact, as of that Monday, when Brian awoke to take a piss before the alarm went off, it was their third day in a row—a record for them.
Not that they hadn’t tried this before. Just life usually got in their way.
So, on this fabulous third day, as Justin lay outside the rumpled covers, naked and asleep, Brian saw something he’d not seen before…
Sunshine’s soft dick.
So that’s what it looks like.
But not for long. |
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| Challenge #137 is CLOSED//Challenge #138: Changes |
[Oct. 21st, 2009|10:16 pm] |
Hey everybody! Challenge #137 is offical closed!
The winner this week is:
JUSTIN with 5 condoms!
Challenge #138: Changes
No rules, take this as your inspiration and go wherever you'd like with it!
Our challenger this week is Debbie!
Go forth and happy drabbling! |
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| Challenge #137: Porn! Sex Toys |
[Oct. 21st, 2009|10:50 am] |
Title: Welcome to Meathook
And the Condom Goes To: Justin
Brian smirked as he watched Justin’s eyes widen at the scene before him. After much begging and several spectacular blowjobs, Brian had let himself be coerced into escorting Justin on his virgin visit to Meathook.
He snorted as Justin’s head swiveled to watch a studded and tattooed Dom lead his collared, bound, and leashed boy through the crowd, pausing to speak to other Doms as their boys knelt obediently at their sides.
“Shit!” he heard Justin whisper, and he draped a protective arm over his boy even as he smacked his ass lightly and jostled the butt plug nestled within. |
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| Challenge #137: Porn! Sex Toys |
[Oct. 21st, 2009|09:18 am] |
Title: Not Enough
Condom: Justin
Brian paced restlessly around the loft. A shitty day followed by a piss-poor crowd at Babylon and an incredibly subpar blowjob had left him irritated and on edge. What he needed was to spend a few hours fucking Justin into the mattress, but that wasn’t going to happen.
Looking for a distraction, he disregarded anal beads and butt plugs in favor of a cock ring and his favorite dildo. Brian rolled his shoulders and took a last drag from his joint before stretching out on the bed. Sighing in frustration, he glared at the ceiling and reached for his phone. |
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| Challenge #137: porn! sex toys |
[Oct. 20th, 2009|05:08 pm] |
Title: His Masterpiece
Author's Note: Thank you to the delightful suze_y for being my beta. Smooches to you!
And the condom goes to: Justin
Justin pressed Brian back down to the tarp. "You offered to help, remember?"
"As a model, not a fucking canvas." Resigned, Brian tensed as Justin started applying the body paints: broad sweeping strokes applied to chest, arms, and legs; teasing swirls over sensitive nipples and inner thighs; later, delicate accents along flesh weeping for attention.
By the time Justin was finished, Brian was hoarse, spent, exhausted.
Justin sat back, flexed his aching hand, then pressed it against his hard cock.
A masterpiece no one but I will see.
He then rearranged his living canvas, and immersed himself in his art. |
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| Challenge #137: Porn! Sex Toys |
[Oct. 17th, 2009|10:54 am] |
Title: Unique
And the condom goes to: Justin
Brian rolls his eyes and pops another fry in his mouth, letting the latest debate about dildos wash over him.
"What? Gonna tell us that you and Justin are above using toys?"
"Nope. We just have better imaginations than most others." He gives a very pointed look at his three friends. "Present company included."
Michael snorts and shakes his head. "They're sex toys, Brian. A dildo is a dildo is a…"
"Dildo." Emmett finishes, nodding his agreement.
Brian thinks about the penis-shaped ice tray in his freezer, the feather-soft paint brushes from last night and smirks. "If you say so." |
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| Challenge #137: Porn! Sex Toys |
[Oct. 16th, 2009|08:39 am] |
Title: Feathers
And the condom goes to: Emmett
The look on his face is comical. I can almost hear him thinking, A feather? What the fuck, Brian?
"Stretch out, Justin."
He does, still more amused than wanton. That will be changing momentarily.
Just as soon as I drag the feather over his cock, scratch against his nipples like a quill against parchment… oh, yes, the placating amusement will morph into unadulterated desire. The little hedonist in Justin will demand it.
I will demand it.
Straddling his thighs, I start my assault, letting nothing touch Justin's skin but the feather.
He lasts five seconds.
And then the begging begins. |
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| Challenge #137: Porn! Sex Toys |
[Oct. 15th, 2009|12:43 am] |
Title: Broken
And the Condom Goes To: Justin
“Oh Shit! It broke!” I looked in horror at the half-key I grasped in my trembling hand.
“What the fuck do you mean, ‘it broke’?” Brian twisted his neck, trying to glare at me and his handcuff bound wrists at the same time.
“I mean, it fucking broke off in the lock, Brian.” I was starting to panic and the wrath of Brian wasn’t helping. “Should I call a locksmith?”
“Fuck the locksmith! Find the fucking bolt cutters!”
Brian was so hot when he was enraged and helpless.
I smiled evilly. “On second thought Brian…I think I’ll fuck you instead!” |
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| Challenge #136: Closed // Challenge #137: porn! sex toys |
[Oct. 14th, 2009|08:22 pm] |
Challenge #136 is officially closed.
A huge congrats to Daphne with her third win. 
Since this is her third one, she retires and our 2 new warriors are:
Justin V. Emmett
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Challenge #137: porn! sex toys (I'm doing a repeat from long ago...our very first prompt. Now go make me proud!) |
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| Challenge #136: Emmett |
[Oct. 14th, 2009|02:39 pm] |
Title: Almost Gone With the Wind
Author's Note: As always a tremendous thank you to suze_y for beta'ing this for me, especially at the last minute!
And the condom goes to: Blake
Checking his ass in the mirror, Emmett reached into his closet for the bit of red that attracted his eye. Caught unaware, he gasped softly at what he withdrew; not his sexy mesh shirt, but George's soft red sweater.
He hadn't touched it in months, hadn't worn it in years, had moved on, as George would have wanted.
Still, thoughts of dancing, drinking and strangers paled next to this reminder of days and nights filled with effortless joy and love.
"Don't worry, Georgie," Emmett whispered as he pulled it on; loving arms surrounding him once again. "I'll go out tomorrow." |
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| *Challenge #136: Emmett* |
[Oct. 13th, 2009|11:23 pm] |
Title: Nothing to Cry About
Notes: No beta, all mistakes are mine. I apologize for not having this beta'ed, but I just wanted to write *something.* Feel free to let me know if it sucks.
And the condom goes to: Blake Wyzecki.
It was a standing joke among his staff and his friends. If there was a wedding, you could count on Em to bring the waterworks. He’d cried at every wedding he’d planned, even for the most annoying clients. His display at Carl and Debbie’s wedding was practically legendary and his friends never missed an opportunity to tease him about it.
So, when the day finally arrived for Emmett’s own wedding, everyone expected a monumental scene. Surprisingly, he stood tall and proud and never shed a tear. He’d finally found the love of his life. He had nothing to cry about. |
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| Challenge #136: Emmett |
[Oct. 13th, 2009|09:20 pm] |
Title: Midnight Memories
Notes: I borrowed Bruce from my own story Tapestry, but it was just for the name.
Condom: Blake
Emmett’s party dragged on, and he didn’t make it home until well after midnight. Trying to unwind, he settled on the couch and flicked through the channels, searching for a good movie. It was a Betty Davis kind of night.
When he stumbled across an old Ironmen’s game, he only meant to watch a few minutes, but it was still on when Bruce wandered out an hour later.
“Hey, babe.” He dropped a kiss on Emmett’s head. “I didn’t know you liked football.”
“I don’t.” Emmett smiled and caught Bruce’s hand. “Did I ever tell you about dating the quarterback?” |
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| Challenge #136: Emmett |
[Oct. 13th, 2009|11:47 pm] |
Title: The Bed
Notes: This drabble series is an addition to the fic I wrote for the Moving Prompt on ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) qaf_prompts. simplystars, michira_70, and qafmaniac all wanted to see Emmett putting together the bed for Brian and Justin; this is for them. The fic can be found here. A giant thank you goes to my wonderful beta, ahaw9913
And the Condom goes to... 5 to Daphne
My phone was ringing: “Brian, what do you need?”
“Emmett, my friend. How is Pittsburgh’s most fabulous planner?”
“What do you want?”
“What makes you think I want anything?”
“You only ask how I’m doing when you need me to do something for you, so what is it?”
He took a deep breath, “I need you to help me assemble my bed.”
“What makes you think that I can put a bed together?”
“Remember that road trip? You changed the flat. I think you can assemble a bed, and keep it a secret.”
“Alright, when do you want me there?”
( Parts 2-5 ) |
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| Challenge #136: Emmett. |
[Oct. 13th, 2009|12:11 am] |
Title: Of secrets and dreams.
Notes: N/A.
And the condom goes to: Daphne
Emmett wasn’t disappointed when he watched the two lovebirds wander into the diner after their ‘trip’. Maybe it was because he was the only one they had confided in about their actual destination. He knew to look at their hands to see matching glints of platinum rings.
“Hey Em,” Justin said, smiling, lifting up the plastic cover on the lemon bars.
“Oh my fucking God!” Debbie yelled, it had become clear to her too.
Justin stilled until Brian wrapped his arm around Justin’s waist and pulled him tight.
Emmett smiled before getting up, “Don’t worry the reception is all ready.” |
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| challenge # 136: Emmett |
[Oct. 12th, 2009|05:17 pm] |
Title: Secret Admirer
Condom: Daphne
Fuck, they were hot.
He'd never admit to anyone that he watched them. Back here, he was one amongst many who came to catch a glimpse of the infamous couple.
From a darkened corner, Emmett watched as Justin leaned forward, bracing his head on his folded arms along the wall. Their bodies were lit only by a faint, blue strobe light, creating an ethereal glow to Justin's already alabaster skin. Brian guided his cock into Justin's waiting hole, slowly, slowly, slowly. That's how it always started with them, building and building to faster, harder, rougher, but never losing that connection.
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| Challenge #136: Emmett |
[Oct. 12th, 2009|05:58 pm] |
Title: Keep Dancing
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
As he leads you onto the dance floor you can’t think of a single reason why you had chosen to punish yourself by visiting Babylon tonight anyway.
Your eyes keep finding Teddy’s, and each time you die a little more at the stranger you see staring back.
You force yourself to hear what Brian has to say, and then finally, his sheer arrogant confidence makes you really listen.
You were always a survivor, fighting your way to young adulthood in the Hell that was Hazelhurst had proven that.
Happiness was yours for the taking.
It was time to keep dancing. |
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| CHALLENGE #135 CLOSED//CHALLENGE #136: Emmett |
[Oct. 7th, 2009|09:49 pm] |
Challenge #135 is officially closed and our winner this week is...
Daphne with all 14 condoms!!
Thank you to everyone who participated.
The new prompt: Emmett
The new challenger: Blake
Happy drabbling. |
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| Challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 7th, 2009|03:01 pm] |
Title: Dreaming in color.
Notes: Set in 5x13; lyrics from Unknown Soldier by Breaking Benjamin.
And the condom goes to: Daphne
All I saw with Brian was color, bright blinding color.
Eating Thai food while Brian recites the virtues of good porn is a kind of greenish sea. Coffee in the morning before work is an orange tinted haze.
Of course him fucking me is red. The kind that explodes behind your eyes and doesn’t completely drain away after you’re done.
When he told me he loved me, it was every color. Every color I had ever imagined blended into a kaleidoscope.
Now I’m leaving, and all I can ask is tell me what it’s like, to dream in black and white. |
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| Challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 7th, 2009|09:14 am] |
Title: A Million Days
Author's Note: Song Lyrics borrowed from A Million Days by Prince.
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
It’s only been an hour since you left me, but it feels like a million days. Brian’s finger hovered over the send button on his phone, before finally giving in and admitting to Justin that he would miss him every second of every day; even if that admission was made by text.
He sat on the side of their bed, barefoot and shirtless, eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he prepared to start the first of many solitary days.
Sunshine’s ringtone caught his attention and he laughed as he read his partner’s message.
New York can wait. Wherever you are is home. |
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| Challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 7th, 2009|02:18 am] |
Title: Hanging On
Notes: Two drabbles, the first in Justin's POV, the other in Brian's. Lyrics from "Twisted" by Carrie Underwood.
Condom: 2 to Daphne
Everybody's telling me I'm over my head. They tell me who you are, what to expect, what not to. They want to save me. Protect me. But they don't feel you loving me. They don't feel you put your arm around me in the middle of the night when you think I'm sleeping. They don't feel you kiss me. They don't see those little slips in your act, where I can see the best of you shining through. And they aren't there, looking into your eyes as you spin me around the dance floor—the best night of my life.
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| Challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 6th, 2009|09:59 pm] |
Title: Always True
Notes: Much thanks to the ever lovely jule1122 for her more than beta; Lyrics from Elvis Costello's Almost Blue
Condom: Daphne
Eating breakfast with Michael and watching Justin bus tables felt almost normal, until Michael responded to my latest push for him to resurrect Rage...
“Justin doesn’t care about you anymore. Like he gives a fuck about Rage or me.”
I rolled my eyes, "If you want something, go after it.”
Michael replied with more bullshit, "Easy for you to say. You always get what you want. I should’ve known it was too good to last.”
I looked over at Justin counting his tips and it came to me, my final pitch, "Not all good things come to an end, Mikey.” |
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| Challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 7th, 2009|12:41 am] |
Title: Tofu Emergency
Notes: Lyrics from U2's "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For."
Condom: Daphne
“Justin, thank God you’re here!”
Justin looked up in surprised as Michael approached and shoved a crumbled piece of paper into his hand.
“Ben asked me to pick up some groceries on my way home, but I’ve been here for over an hour, and I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.”
Justin scanned the list. “Tofu, miso paste, fermented black beans, cellophane noodles. What the fuck is Ben making?”
“I’m afraid to find out,” Michael winced.
Justin shuddered in sympathy while dialing his phone. “Daph, where’s that freaky health food store you shop at? Michael’s having a tofu emergency.” |
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| challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 6th, 2009|05:17 pm] |
Title: Me So Horny
Author's Note: Lyrics from "Me So Horny" by 2 Live Crew
Condom: Daphne
I watched from the bar as Justin moved his hips in time to the music, eyes closed, head thrown back. He raised his arms over his head and swayed and swiveled his ass with an elegance on his feet that I could never capture. The glitter in his hair was catching on the lights, creating a sheen around his head, a halo of sorts.
What irony that was.
He looked at me and smiled just as the chorus came on:
Me so horny. Me love you long time.
Damn right I will, I thought, as I went to join him.
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| Challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 6th, 2009|01:12 pm] |
Title The Way You Taste
Author's Note: Song Lyrics borrowed from It's Been A While by Staind.
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
“What am I doing here?” he had asked, his eyes begging me to erase his doubts. I wanted to tell him. “I’m tired of being alone and feeling worthless, but all that shit seems to disappear when I’m with you.”
I didn’t say any of those things to him then, and now it’s too fucking late.
I stare at him hungrily as he ties the bracelet around my wrist. His tongue touches his lips. Still the words won’t come. “You’re not mine anymore, but I can still remember just the way you taste.”
I watch him turn and walk away. |
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| Challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 6th, 2009|02:02 am] |
Title: What He Wants
Author's Note: Lyrics borrowed from The Beautiful Ones by Prince.
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
Do you want him? Or do you want me? The words were screaming in my brain as I grabbed him tightly and stared into his eyes.
Justin’s eyes; they used to meet mine with a candor and an understanding that grounded me in ways I would never admit to him.
Now, aside from the lust that was always glowing there, I saw nothing except my own pathetic future.
I leaned closer and inhaled, and the scent of his fucking fiddler lover almost caused me to gag.
I knew he was lost to me, even as I slammed our mouths together. |
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| Challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 6th, 2009|12:46 am] |
Title: Home
Author's Note: Lyrics borrowed from the song Home by The Foo Fighters
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
“Hey.” I whispered the word and clutched the phone more tightly to my ear. I closed my eyes and drank in the comforting sound of his breathing.
“Hey.” He answered slowly, and I knew he was standing by the window, cigarette in hand, smoke curling into the atmosphere before disappearing into vapor. “How’s New York treating you?”
I smiled sadly, knowing the rules, but the truth pressed its way forward, burning past my lips. “It sucks Brian. All I want is to be home.”
“Justin.” He bites back a groan. “Then get your ass back to the Pitts…and me. “ |
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| challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 4th, 2009|02:45 pm] |
Title: 3 AM
Author's Note: Lyrics from "3 AM" by Matchbox Twenty
Condom: Daphne
I open the loft door and am unsettled by its emptiness. No shoes on the floor for me to trip over.
No sketches on the desk or coffee table.
No wet towels on the floor of the bathroom.
Everything is as it used to be, so long ago.
I don't fucking miss him, but it never felt this empty, this lifeless, when he was here.
I don't even know why I'm home. It's not like I have to abide by that rule anymore.
I stare at the clock.
It ticks in response.
It's 3 AM and I must be lonely.
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| Challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 2nd, 2009|01:44 pm] |
Title: Turning the Tables
Author's Notes: Lyrics (If you can give it, I can take it.) are from Just Like Jesse James
And the condom goes to: Daph
"You're full of yourself tonight."
Justin smirks. "You could be full of me instead."
Cocksure little fucker. "You think so?"
Justin leans in, licks me, and then whispers, "Unless you're scared."
"Of you? Hardly."
"Then what's stopping the great Brian Kinney from rolling over?"
I've taught him too damned well.
I flick my tongue over my lip, watch his eyes darken as he follows the path, and think, why the fuck not. Because, yeah, after watching him top in Babylon's backroom, the thought has crossed my mind.
My turn to smirk. "If you can give it, I can take it." |
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| Challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 1st, 2009|10:14 pm] |
Title: When you’re ready.
Author Notes: The song is ‘Dreamer’ by Uh Huh Her, the lyrics are perfect Brian and Justin. So saying that, the beginning italics of the song are supposed to represent past dialogue between Brian and Justin. (Justin first, then Brian.) I also tag this with an angst-o-rama tag.
And the Condom goes to: Daphne.
Was I such a dreamer? Put yourself in my shoes…
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Careful what you wish for.
The tears came unbidden as Justin slid into the back of the taxi. A few murmured words and the car pulled away from the curb.
No Ethan, no cancer, no all consuming force pushing Justin away from Brian. Just a simple fact; Brian wouldn’t change. A fact everyone had told him from the beginning, one he had ignored freely because he thought he knew Brian better than that.
Truth was he did, it just tore at his heart that Brian couldn’t see it too. |
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| challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 1st, 2009|12:28 pm] |
Title: Everlong
Author's Note: Lyrics from "Everlong" by the Foo Fighters
Condom: Daphne
The moment he enters you and you feel that burn, you know that this is exactly what you have been waiting for. It hurts, but he's there and inside you and it's real.You've come twice now but he's still thrusting and you can't last much longer. Your ass burns, and it's so fucking good. His hands on your thighs are pulling you into him and this is definitely not what you'd imagined. When he's about to come he kisses you, and you wonder if everything could ever feel this real forever, if anything could ever be this good again. |
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| CHALLENGE #134 CLOSED//CHALLENGE #135: Song Lyrics |
[Sep. 30th, 2009|11:12 pm] |
Hey guys! Challenge #134 is offically closed! Our winner is...
Daphne with 6 condoms!
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Challenge #135: Song Lyrics
For this challenge, you must use at least five words from a song, any song, in your drabble. Song title MUST be included in your notes for you to get credit for this challenge!
And our challengers this around are....
Daphne v. Lindsey!
Happy Drabbling! |
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| challenge #134: past events |
[Sep. 30th, 2009|03:51 pm] |
Title: Cherry
A/N: Last minute, unbeta'd
Condom: Michael
In high school, Brian sucked cock and fucked girls. During undergrad he did the same, but also got fucked or blown into oblivion by a strange man, at least once, every weekend. He regaled his best friend with all the raunchy details, because the combination of Mikey’s confused face and huge tent job was endlessly amusing to Brian.
The best reaction came one night during grad school, after Brian topped a guy for the first time. If the full body shudder was any indication (and it was), Mikey came right there in his corduroys.
That's when Brian crowned himself king. |
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