| Challenge #104: Ice Cream |
[Feb. 24th, 2009|04:19 pm] |
Title: Golden Opulence
Warning: God-awful crack/bad!fic
A/N:: Golden Opulence is trufax, people. Alec Baldwin wouldn’t lie to me.
Condom: Justin
Justin sat lazily, jabbing a spoon into an iced-over carton of vanilla ice cream. “For my twenty-eighth, we should go to that restaurant in New York with the thousand-dollar ice cream. You know, the one with the golden spoon.”
Brian looked up from his work. “I don’t think so. We’ll be broken up by then.”
“What the fuck for?”
“Because when I was your age,” Brian bit out, “Pluto was still a fucking planet!” With that, Brian threw the carton out the window.
Justin glared at him.
A week later, Justin got his golden spoon. And his fucking ice cream. |
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