*Challenge #46: e.e. cummings*
Title: This and That
Warnings/Author's Notes: This one is odd. Please feel free to offer criticism. I honestly don't mind, in fact, I'd like people to do that more often. :D
And the condom goes to: Brian.

Justin kissed a line from Brian’s thigh to the crease in his leg. Between kisses, he mouthed something, almost silently.

"What the fuck are you saying?" Brian asked.

Justin looked up sheepishly. "Just a line from a poem."

"Let’s hear it."

" 'I like kissing this and that of you.' "

"I prefer 'they speak whatever’s on their mind, they do whatever’s in their pants, the boys I mean are not refined, they shake the mountains when they dance.' "

Justin laughed. Brian pretended to look pained. "You don’t like it?"

"I like mine better."

"Actually, so do I. Keep kissing."