alsonotbad (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} alsonotbad) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} qaf_drabbles,@ 2009-10-12 17:17:00 |
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| Entry tags: | author: alsonotbad, challenge #136: emmett |
challenge # 136: Emmett
Title: Secret Admirer
Condom: Daphne
Fuck, they were hot.
He'd never admit to anyone that he watched them. Back here, he was one amongst many who came to catch a glimpse of the infamous couple.
From a darkened corner, Emmett watched as Justin leaned forward, bracing his head on his folded arms along the wall. Their bodies were lit only by a faint, blue strobe light, creating an ethereal glow to Justin's already alabaster skin. Brian guided his cock into Justin's waiting hole, slowly, slowly, slowly. That's how it always started with them, building and building to faster, harder, rougher, but never losing that connection.
Emmett groaned when Brian pushed all the way in, his balls flush against Justin's ass.
Justin's right arm reached around to grasp Brian's thigh, pushing Brian into him more forcefully. Brian situated his chest against Justin's back, depositing kisses along Justin's jaw and neck, whispering into his ear. As Brian's thrusts became more intense, sharper, harder, Justin began to moan encouragingly.
Emmett looked down at the tent in his pants. These were his favorite, tightest leathers. If he didn't leave soon, they'd see him. Or his pants would rip.
With a sigh, he started back out to the dance floor.
Justin's right arm reached around to grasp Brian's thigh, pushing Brian into him more forcefully. Brian situated his chest against Justin's back, depositing kisses along Justin's jaw and neck, whispering into his ear. As Brian's thrusts became more intense, sharper, harder, Justin began to moan encouragingly.
Emmett looked down at the tent in his pants. These were his favorite, tightest leathers. If he didn't leave soon, they'd see him. Or his pants would rip.
With a sigh, he started back out to the dance floor.
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