britin1729 (britin1729) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2012-12-21 15:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: britin1729, gusmas 2012 |
Gusmas 2012
Author: britin1729
Notes: 7 drabbles
Title: Season of Love
Prompt: Christmas Eve
Christmas Eve was always a joyous occasion at Debbie's, filled with people, decorations, and enough food for the entire block. Gus and Jenny would beg anyone and everyone to let them open a present early. Brian and Justin would make out under the mistletoe before finally going to fuck in Michael's old room. Ted and Emmett would gossip while pretending not to eat popcorn from her tree.
The eve of Christmas Eve, however, Debbie spent with Vic. She brushed snow from his headstone and laid flowers there, a splash of color against the gray and white. "Merry Christmas, little brother."
Title: Doing it Right
Prompts: Champagne pic, I wanna feel you from the inside, fuck the phone
On Justin's twenty-first birthday, Brian took him to a bar. Though Justin had been disappointed at first— he'd been drinking for years— after a few shots, he was having a good time.
"There's something else," Brian said at the end of the night, after he'd paid their hefty bar tab.
Justin looked suspicious. "It's not a hooker, is it?"
Brian rolled his eyes and shoved something in Justin's hand. "Just take it."
Justin stared at the slim, black object. "A cell phone?!"
"I figured, since you'll be in Hollywood for a while... we'll need a way to keep in touch."
"You know, for phone sex," he hastened to add, but then he softened, pressing his lips together in an expression of vulnerability. "And other things. And you said your old phone was shit, so...."
A wide grin split Justin's face, and he threw his arms around Brian's shoulders. "It's great! I love it. Thank you."
They kissed, their alcohol-scented breath mingling between them. "What do you say, you want to hit another bar?
"No, let's go home. I want to feel you inside me." Justin held the phone up to the moonlight. "Right after I try out my new phone."
Brian was trying to be patient. He really was. Unfortunately, patience was not his strong suit— particularly when it came to sex— and he was already regretting giving Justin the damn cell phone.
"Will you just pick one?" he griped after Justin rejected an eleventh ringtone.
"Not until I find the perfect sound for my new phone," Justin said, scrolling eagerly through his options.
Brian finally snapped. "Fuck the phone. I thought you wanted me to fuck your ass?"
"I'm not stopping you."
"I'm not fucking you while you're downloading apps!"
Justin grinned slyly. "How about while I'm taking pictures?"
Title: Like Father, Like Son
Prompt: Drunk and disorderly
Michael raised his eyes to the rear-view mirror. Hunter was slumped in the backseat, either sleeping or passed out. Arrested for drunk and disorderly behavior... Michael sighed. It wasn't long ago, he thought, when he'd been the one in the backseat when Debbie had come to fetch him after he'd done something stupid with Brian.
"If you're gonna bitch at me, at least wait til tomorrow," begged Hunter when they got home. "I'm gonna barf."
On one hand, Hunter had been an idiot. On the other... "I'm not gonna bitch at you," Michael decided. "Come on. You need some sleep."
"Merry Christmas!" Ted shoved something soft and pink into Brian's arms.
"It's January first, Theodore."
"Uh... Happy Kwanzaa?"
"What the fuck is this?" Brian held it at arm's length. "Is this wretched bundle of fabric supposed to be some kind of travesty of a shirt?"
Ted sighed, snatching it from Brian's fingers. "Fine, give it back. My mom gave it to me for Christmas, and I hate it. I don't know what to do with it."
"You don't know what to do with a bright, gaudy, hideous piece of clothing?"
Ted's expression brightened. "You're right, I'll give it to Debbie!"
Title: It's a New Dawn
Prompt: Pink lights pic
Justin tipped his head back and let the lights and confetti swirl around him. He could almost feel the music on his tongue, could almost taste its beat mixing with the beam and the flavor of Brian.
He gasped when he felt Brian's tongue on his throat, licking a wet path from the base of his neck to his ear. "You ready to bring in the new year, Sunshine?"
Justin ground his hips into Brian's. "Sure. It's just another year."
"No it isn't," Brian argued, pressing his lips against Justin's ear. "It's the year I want you to marry me."