| *Challenge #108: Darkness* |
[Mar. 31st, 2009|12:24 am] |
Title: Covered in Darkness
Notes: My husband went to Germany today and I've been waiting for him to text me that he arrived. He has and now I can't sleep...so I wrote this. No beta...I'll probably find a zillion things to hate about it in the morning. The title is a Darren Hayes song.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney, but of course.
Brian loved to watch Justin when they fucked. The wanton way he let go when he sucked Brian’s dick or licked down his chest or sprawled across his bed, legs spread in invitation, was nothing short of amazing.
But Brian really loved fucking Justin in the dark, waking in the middle of the night to touch him, to feel him harden in his grasp, to hear his moans fill the darkness. It felt familiar and dirty and a bit decadent. Brian would whisper nasty things and Justin would come hard every single time. Brian definitely liked it in the dark. |
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| *Challenge #108: Darkness* |
[Mar. 31st, 2009|04:34 pm] |
Title: Le Salió el Tiro por la Culata
Notes: ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) besamislabios sent me some pics yesterday in hopes that I would find one inspiring for the darkness theme. I decided to watch 120 today and realized this pic is from that episode, so I wrote a drabble for it. It's also non-beta'd by Besa. *kisses*
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney.
Brian stalked Babylon, trying to ignore that little nagging sensation that couldn’t possibly be jealousy. Brian Kinney didn’t do jealous. So, Justin stole his trick. He’d done exactly what Brian would have expected him to, hell, what Brian had done himself many times before. It was only a fuck, so what was the big deal?
As he rounded the corner, he saw them in a darkened recess. Justin had the trick against the wall and he was obviously enjoying every thrust. Again, standing in the darkness, Brian told himself he didn’t fucking care. It was nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. |
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| challenge #108: darkness |
[Mar. 31st, 2009|07:59 pm] |
Title: At night
Notes: This takes place while Justin is comatose
Condom goes to: Brian
Streaks of color, bold and wide, appeared in front of him. Shapes formed stroke by stroke, drip by drip. Without moving his hand, he was able to control the contours and angles of some glorious invisible brush. It was a dream, he knew, but it was magical, and it was genius. He tried to wake himself and feed the overwhelming need to put this vision on a canvas. He knew it had to happen now before the images slipped away. He shook his head and squeezed his hands, but the colors and shapes only faded leaving Justin in total darkness. |
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