| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|08:49 am] |
Title: Clouds
Author's Notes: The lovely ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) notreallyme10 generously beta'd this for me.
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor
Outside Michael's bedroom, Debbie can hear the hushed voices and the squeaking of the old bed. He's here again. She knows that when she looks in on them later, they will be asleep, curled together like puppies. She also knows that in the morning she'll see a black eye, or bruises or maybe nothing visible at all, but there will be a darkening of the clouds in those eyes. Eyes, too frequently, bleak and dark.
As she sheds the tears she won't show tomorrow, Debbie whispers "God, how about you give the fucking kid a little sunshine in his life!" |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|09:04 am] |
Title: Vacation - Eloped
Author's Notes: Part 1 of 5. The lovely notreallyme10 generously beta'd this for me.
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor
Justin made his way through the maze of glistening, sun-drenched male bodies as Brian was closing his phone.
"Hey, who was that?"
"Mikey talked to Ted and found out I was on vacation. He wanted to know why I didn't tell anyone."
"What did you tell him? If my mother finds out I didn't come home when I had the chance..."
"I told him we eloped. Don't worry, he won't tell a soul."
"Asshole. What did you really tell him?"
"I told him that while his miserable ass is freezing in 3 feet of snow, I'm here enjoying the sunshine." |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|10:24 am] |
Title: Vacation - Charming
Author's Notes: Part 2 of 5. The lovely notreallyme10 generously beta'd this for me.
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor
"Brian, can't you go fuck a cabin boy or something. Until that new motion-sickness patch starts working I am not leaving this bathroom!"
"But you are so charming when you're sick, a veritable Mary Fucking Sunshine!"
"Fuck you, Brian... Oh, God!" Ignoring the violent retching, Brian dampens a washcloth.
"Remind me to make you fire Cynthia when we get back."
"As brilliant as she is, can we really make her responsible for the weather?"
"Not for the weather, for booking us a stateroom together." Justin snatches the cool cloth that is pressed to his face.
"As I said, charming" |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|10:24 am] |
Title: Vacation - Swim Trunks
Author's Notes: Part 3 of 5. The lovely notreallyme10 generously beta'd this for me.
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor
"I found a nice spot on the top deck, and a naughty deckhand to unfurl my mainsail...I could not hate the gay cruise line."
Justin came out into the stateroom tying his swim trunks. They were so thin Brian could make out every ridge of his dick.
"You okay going out, you were about to vomit to death 24 hrs ago?" Brian tested how easily he could reach down the back of the trunks.
Justin snaked an arm around Brian's neck, licked his mouth and whispered assuredly, "Come on, Brian, it's been days since you fucked me in the sunshine!" |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|10:24 am] |
Title: Vacation - Speechless
Author's Notes: Part 4 of 5. The lovely notreallyme10 generously beta'd this for me.
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor
"We are lucky we didn't get thrown off of the ship!" Justin's face was as red as his swim trunks.
"No, we're lucky we finished just before every fag in the Caribbean descended on our little lovenest."
"For a moment, the Purser was actually speechless."
"He must have gotten a look at my cock!" Smirk firmly in place.
*Snort* "I wish he'd stayed speechless...Christ I go from having your cock up my ass, to a completely different kind of ass-reaming in a matter of seconds."
"Yeah, who knew the Sunshine Deck was where they conducted the lifeboat drills?" |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|10:24 am] |
Title: Vacation - Fucking Cowboys
Author's Notes: Part 5 of 5. The lovely notreallyme10 generously beta'd this for me.
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor
"Fucking miniature umbrellas, fucking conga dancing, fucking cowboys" Justin mutters, shouldering the loft door open, a shudder passing over his body at the memory of the only country song the band knew being played every time a cowboy requested a song! And being a gay-friendly cruise, there were a lot of fucking cowboys!
"I'm just glad to be somewhere the liquor isn't mixed with cane sugar."
"I'm actually glad to see snow! I have had enough fucking sunshine for a while!"
"Au contraire, Mon chéri, one can never get enough fucking sunshine." Smiling, Justin is led to the bedroom. |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|12:41 pm] |
Title: L.A. Sunshine
And the Condom Goes To: Sunshine, of course!
Justin stepped out into the warm L.A. sunshine, squinting as he struggled to slip on his sunglasses while using his shoulder to cradle his cell phone against his ear.
“Hey,” he murmured as the sound of Brian’s voice immediately soothed his frazzled nerves. “How’s tricks?”
He smiled at the snort he heard in reaction to his deliberate choice of words.
“Tricks are fucking fabulous Hollywood, but there seems to be a dearth of teenage stalker twinks here in the Pitts. Any suggestions?”
Justin’s smile widened as he heard the hidden message beneath the flippant response.
“I miss you too, Brian.” |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|04:37 pm] |
Title: Climate Change (sequel to L.A. Sunshine)
And the Condom Goes to: Sunshine
“I miss you too, Brian.”
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose at the longing he heard in Justin’s voice.
“Why twat, did you run out of stars to fuck already? My I did teach you well, didn’t I?”
Brian struggled to keep the tone light, certain that news of six more months without Sunshine would be forthcoming.
“No asshole, I haven’t fucked my way through Gay Hollywood and I don’t intend to.” Justin sounded pissed now.
Damn, he sounded fucking hot!
“I called to say pick me up at the airport tomorrow at 10am. I’m coming home.”
Brian smiled. |
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