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Gusmas 2011
Title: The Justin Taylor Handbook
Author: kay_jay_dee
Beta: jule1122 Thank you so much!
Prompts: The first five - Thankful, Rapid Deceleration, a path in Autumn (picture prompt), Restless, and The Last Time
Summary: Brian's not the only one that comes with a manual.
Author's Note: I desperately wanted to write a drabble for each prompt this year, but real life got in the way, so there are 5 in here. The bold lines at the beginning and end of each drabble are Brian's thoughts. Hope you enjoy them!
Thankful.
He thinks he's God's gift to gay mankind.
"You should be glad I'm here."
Brian didn't even bother to raise an eyebrow. "Should I?"
"Yes."
"And yet, you're free to leave any time."
Predictably, Justin didn't move his head from its place on Brian's stomach. His fingers tapped idly on Brian's thigh. "Seriously, you should be thanking me for being here. I could've gone home with any guy I wanted."
"Why didn't you?"
"I decided to be charitable."
"Bullshit. I'm the only guy you wanted tonight. That's why you're here."
Never let him forget that you're doing him a favour.
Rapid Deceleration.
He can't drive for shit.
"Give me your keys."
"I'm not giving you my keys."
"Brian, you're too drunk to drive."
"I'm not drunk enough to drive with you."
"I'm not letting you drive."
"Fuck you."
"You've already done that."
"Remember last time? You braked so hard you gave me whiplash for a week."
"I was seventeen."
"And now you're twenty one. What fucking difference does it make?"
"Back then, I didn't care if you were drunk. I just wanted to be in the same car as you. Now give me your keys."
Never let him into the driver's seat.
Autumn (picture).
He's a fucking martyr.
Brian found Justin in Debbie's yard, bent over at the waist with his right hand squeezed between his thighs and a discarded rake at his feet. Within seconds, Brian was massaging Justin's hand in both of his own.
"I can't even rake a fucking garden." Justin’s voice was shaking so much Brian couldn't tell if he was angry or about to cry. Probably both.
"You were having problems yesterday." Brian had to make an effort to keep his voice calm. "Why are you out here?"
"Deb hates having a messy garden."
Don't let him hurt himself.
Restless.
He's a demanding little bitch.
"Brian."
"Fuck off."
"No." Justin bit Brian's thigh again, harder this time.
"It's three AM."
"I can't sleep."
"Then go the fuck away."
"No."
"Why do I feel like we've had this conversation before?"
"We have." Justin licked a stripe up Brian's leg, then moved his mouth to Brian's cock. He teased it briefly, letting his teeth scrape gently over the sensitive skin. Then, with no more warning, he took it fully into his mouth. Brian threaded his fingers through Justin's hair. Who cared about the time, anyway?
Never let him know you like it.
The Last Time.
Do not go to his prom, do not go to his prom, do not go to his prom...
Brian couldn't see Michael's concerned eyes, couldn't feel his hand on Brian's leg or arm around his shoulders, couldn't hear his soft voice...
He could hear the crack of the bat. Could hear fragments of that song...
Don't forget who's taking you home...
He should have taken Justin home.
He could see Justin's smile, could see the blood...
So much fucking blood...
Could feel Justin's lips against his own as they kissed...
For the last time.
No.
Not the last time.
Fuck.
He thinks he's God's gift to gay mankind.
"You should be glad I'm here."
Brian didn't even bother to raise an eyebrow. "Should I?"
"Yes."
"And yet, you're free to leave any time."
Predictably, Justin didn't move his head from its place on Brian's stomach. His fingers tapped idly on Brian's thigh. "Seriously, you should be thanking me for being here. I could've gone home with any guy I wanted."
"Why didn't you?"
"I decided to be charitable."
"Bullshit. I'm the only guy you wanted tonight. That's why you're here."
Never let him forget that you're doing him a favour.
Rapid Deceleration.
He can't drive for shit.
"Give me your keys."
"I'm not giving you my keys."
"Brian, you're too drunk to drive."
"I'm not drunk enough to drive with you."
"I'm not letting you drive."
"Fuck you."
"You've already done that."
"Remember last time? You braked so hard you gave me whiplash for a week."
"I was seventeen."
"And now you're twenty one. What fucking difference does it make?"
"Back then, I didn't care if you were drunk. I just wanted to be in the same car as you. Now give me your keys."
Never let him into the driver's seat.
Autumn (picture).
He's a fucking martyr.
Brian found Justin in Debbie's yard, bent over at the waist with his right hand squeezed between his thighs and a discarded rake at his feet. Within seconds, Brian was massaging Justin's hand in both of his own.
"I can't even rake a fucking garden." Justin’s voice was shaking so much Brian couldn't tell if he was angry or about to cry. Probably both.
"You were having problems yesterday." Brian had to make an effort to keep his voice calm. "Why are you out here?"
"Deb hates having a messy garden."
Don't let him hurt himself.
Restless.
He's a demanding little bitch.
"Brian."
"Fuck off."
"No." Justin bit Brian's thigh again, harder this time.
"It's three AM."
"I can't sleep."
"Then go the fuck away."
"No."
"Why do I feel like we've had this conversation before?"
"We have." Justin licked a stripe up Brian's leg, then moved his mouth to Brian's cock. He teased it briefly, letting his teeth scrape gently over the sensitive skin. Then, with no more warning, he took it fully into his mouth. Brian threaded his fingers through Justin's hair. Who cared about the time, anyway?
Never let him know you like it.
The Last Time.
Do not go to his prom, do not go to his prom, do not go to his prom...
Brian couldn't see Michael's concerned eyes, couldn't feel his hand on Brian's leg or arm around his shoulders, couldn't hear his soft voice...
He could hear the crack of the bat. Could hear fragments of that song...
Don't forget who's taking you home...
He should have taken Justin home.
He could see Justin's smile, could see the blood...
So much fucking blood...
Could feel Justin's lips against his own as they kissed...
For the last time.
No.
Not the last time.
Fuck.