| Challenge #105: icon inspiration |
[Mar. 9th, 2009|10:00 am] |
Title: Bloodsport
Inspiration: icon suggested by ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) fun_demented . Thank you! Icon made by bestmixtape from LJ. 
A/N: I am so sorry that this drabble was late, fun_demented . [tap dances to make you forget]
Condom: Justin
You read it in books and watch it on TV, but until you experience it yourself, you don’t know shit about love. Sometimes you wish that someone could have told you that love wasn’t easy.
It’s hard fucking work, and if anyone says otherwise, they’re fucking fooling themselves.
You think about the multiple breakups; the fights, both important and petty; the exhaustive long distance.
Love is almost brutal. It’s a fucking bloodsport.
But when he kisses you like that, like nothing else mattered to him but you, you start to believe it was all worth it.
For moments like this.
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| Challenge #105: icon inspiration |
[Mar. 9th, 2009|10:02 am] |
Title: Justin Has the Best Plans Ever!
Inspiration: icon suggested by qafmaniac . Thank you! Icon made by qafmaniac . 
A/N: I use any excuse to write toppy!Justin. I am so sorry that this drabble was late, qafmaniac . [tap dances to make you forget]
Condom: Justin
“So I was fucking this one guy,” Justin began.
“I’m interested,” Brian replied.
The both of them were sprawled naked across their bed.
“He said my ass was heart-shaped. I tried looking at it in the mirror, but I don’t see it. Do you?” He flipped over on his back and stuck his ass out.
“Definitely heart-shaped,” Brian said. “Amazing that I never noticed it before.”
“I know, considering you’ve been in my ass a thousand times. I wonder what your ass is shaped like.”
“I guess we’ll never know.”
Justin smiled and grabbed a condom. “I can change that.”
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| Challenge #105: Icon Inspiration |
[Mar. 9th, 2009|12:49 pm] |
Title: Unbreakable Bond
Inspiration: fun_demented suggested this icon:
Condom: Justin
Jennifer spent years saying goodbye to Justin. She sent him to Brian, to Debbie, to New York. And somehow the boy she let go became a man she didn’t always recognize. She looked at his paintings, so dark and powerful, and wondered what happened to the sweet little boy who drew her bouquets of flowers or even the awkward teenage who sketched her braiding Molly’s hair.
But when they visited MoMA together, she watched him studying his favorite pieces with the same intensity he had as a child. And he was her baby again, all grown up, but still hers. |
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| Challenge #105: Icon Inspiration |
[Mar. 9th, 2009|06:02 pm] |
TITLE: Puffs Plus & Blow Jobs
AUTHOR: happier_bunny
NOTES: Thank you to flamencanyc for this icon  by ohfreckle and the prompt: Hope you're better soon. Also, MUCH thanks and love to xie_xie_xie for the beta! This is set in my KLEENEX!FIC VERSE
CONDOM: Justin
Being sick sucked. Justin was so busy warning me to stay in bed, that he didn’t even blow me before he left. I grabbed a magazine off the pile next to me and when I flipped it open, a tissue fluttered between the pages.
“What the fuck?” I turned another page, and another tissue wafted to the bed. I shook the magazine, releasing a shower of tissues that covered the duvet.
I grabbed the phone. “I found your little love notes.”
He laughed. “I don’t share my Puffs Plus with just anyone.”
“Whatever. Where did you hide my blow job?” |
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| Challenge #105: Icon Inspiration |
[Mar. 9th, 2009|07:06 pm] |
Title: Grabby Hands
Inspiration: flamencanyc suggested this icon
Condom: Justin
“Ok, Brian, let’s go home.” Justin struggled toward the door while supporting most of Brian’s weight.
“Let’s fuck here first.” Brian stumbled, slamming them both into a wall. He took advantage of Justin’s loss of momentum to slip his hand down his pants and grope his ass while trying to unbutton Justin’s shirt with his other hand.
“Ted!” Justin snapped while attempting to push Brian’s hands away. “What the fuck did they give him at the dentist?”
“I have no idea, but they could make a fortune selling it at Babylon,” he gasp out before giving in to hysterical laughter. |
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