| Round Robin Drabble 11 |
[Aug. 27th, 2012|06:56 pm] |
Title: Opening Night
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) jule1122
Drabble Number: 11 follows Like a Boss
Condom: Debbie
By the time Debbie changed into her new shirt, customers were streaming in. The diner had been sorely missed, and Liberty Avenue regulars came out in droves to celebrate its return.
Debbie looked around in awe. Emmett worked along side her cooks creating opening night dishes. Justin and Hunter threw on aprons and passed out champagne along with pink plate specials.
Gus sat with Brian in the back booth, thrilled to be “one of the boys” while Mel and Lindsay hovered near the door where JR insisted on welcoming everyone to her Grandma’s diner.
It was perfect. It was hers. |
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| Round Robin Drabble 7 |
[Aug. 23rd, 2012|10:30 pm] |
Title: New Beginnings
Author: jule1122
Drabble Number: 7 follows 10 Years
Notes: Thanks to xie_xie_xie for looking this over.
Condom: Debbie
“He should have been here,” Debbie couldn’t help saying. Thinking of all things Vic has missed still makes her so angry at the same time it breaks her heart.
“Well, if he was he’d tell you to hurry the fuck up,” Brian yelled, breaking the tension and making everyone laugh. “None of us are getting any younger.”
“Speak for yourself,” Debbie countered. “You’re only as old as you feel, and I feel fucking terrific.”
With one last squeeze of Carl’s hand, she turned the sign to open and flipped the switch to illuminate the neon sign declaring this, “Debbie’s Diner.” |
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| Round Robin Drabble 2 |
[Aug. 18th, 2012|06:53 am] |
Title: United
Author: jule1122
Drabble Number: 2 follows Liberty
Condom: Debbie
“Hey, Sweetheart.” Carl walked in and kissed her cheek.
“You’re early.” Debbie glanced at the clock, relieved to see she still had time.
“I thought you might need some help.”
Debbie shook her head. Some things you just had to do alone.
Then the door opened again, and they were all there. Ted and Emmett came in with Blake, followed by Michael, Ben and Hunter. Brian and Justin walked in holding hands. And by the time Jenny Rebecca broke free of her mothers and brother, running to her and squealing, “Grandma,” the tears filling Debbie’s eyes began to spill over. |
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| Challenge #211: Heat Wave |
[Aug. 4th, 2012|09:09 pm] |
Title: Just Like Old Times
Condom: Babylon
“So how was it?” Daphne asked, kicking her feet and splashing Justin.
“Amazing,” Justin gushed. “I thought I knew what to expect, but it was even better than I imagined.”
“Waxing poetic about my sexual prowess again?” Brian stepped onto the patio, handing each of them a beer before joining them at the edge of the pool.
“No,” Daphne laughed. “He was telling me about his solo show. I can’t believe I missed it.”
“There’ll be others,” Brian said with a dismissive certainty. “Justin’s becoming quite the famous artiste.”
“Thank you, dear,” Justin teased, resting his head on Brian’s shoulder. |
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| Challenge #211: Heat Wave |
[Aug. 2nd, 2012|05:05 pm] |
Title: Storm Front
Condom: The Diner
Ben sat on the porch swing, watching the storm roll in, the rain and wind finally taking the edge off the stifling heat and humidity. Dark, almost purple clouds, gathered in the distance. Ben couldn’t hear the thunder yet, but streaks of lightening flashed in the sky. It was beautiful.
“Michael?” Ben called.
“There you are!” Michael burst onto the porch. “I put fresh batteries in the flashlights and cleaned the basement.
“Relax, sit” Ben urged, taking his hand. “We have time.”
Michael sat stiffly, warily eying the clouds. Ben just pulled him close, ignoring the flashlight he still held. |
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| Challenge #211: Heat Wave |
[Jul. 31st, 2012|11:11 pm] |
Title: Words of Wisdom
Condom: The Diner
“Oh, thank God, air conditioning,” Ted breathed when they entered the diner. He immediately grabbed a handful of napkins and mopped his face.
“Teddy, we only walked three blocks,” Emmett scoffed.
“Yeah, in hundred degree heat. So why aren’t you sweating like a pig?” Ted eyed Emmett suspiciously.
“A good southerner never sweats, at least that’s what my Grandma said after a few mint Juleps,” Emmett smiled at the memory. “Air conditioning was for weak willed Northerners and fools with too much money. If our ancestors could handle the heat in corsets and petticoats, I could take it in shorts.” |
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| Challenge #211: Heat Wave |
[Jul. 30th, 2012|09:56 pm] |
Title: A Small Sacrifice
Condom: Babylon
The city was a nightmare in the summer. As the temperature rose, tempers frayed, everyone was irritable and in a hurry to get somewhere, anywhere.
The sidewalks, the buildings, the windows seemed to magnify the heat, throwing back with blinding intensity, and it wasn’t even noon yet.
Justin walked back to his apartment and questioned his own sanity for leaving it. Then he felt the heat seeping into his hand from the cups he carried, and he smiled.
There was only one reason he’d drag himself out in this heat for overpriced lattes, and Brian would be waking up soon. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 29th, 2012|11:55 pm] |
Title: On the Edge
Condom: Rimming
Justin’s hands grip the sheets as he holds himself up. His cock aches, heavy and full, but he doesn’t reach for it.
Brian’s tongue is warm and wet as it bathes his hole, stroking, caressing and finally pushing inside.
Moaning, Justin tries to push back, wanting more, but Brian holds him still.
“Ready?” Brian asks, his breath teasing Justin’s sensitive hole, making him shiver.
Justin nods, not trusting himself to speak. The blunt pressure of a dildo replaces Brian’s tongue.
Brian twists it, pressing it inside, filling him. The he takes Justin’s cock into his mouth, swallowing as Justin comes. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 29th, 2012|01:55 pm] |
Title: Olympic Dreams
Condom: Rimming
“So if sex were an Olympic sport?” Ted wondered as Debbie walked by decked out in Team USA gear.
“I would dominate the fellatio competition,” Emmett said confidently.
“Knee pads optional?” Brian asked with a smirk.
“Teddy gives a world class hand job,” Emmett continued. “How about you, Brian?”
Before Brian could answer, Justin jumped in. “Rimming. There’d be no completion.”
“There never is,” Brian boasted. “What about you and the professor?”
“Marathon,” Michael blushed.
“Nice,” Brian drawled. “All that meditation must pay off. You in, Justin?”
“Gold in the all-around,” Justin stood, pulling Brian with him. “Time for practice.” |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 28th, 2012|06:12 pm] |
Title: Til Death
Condom: Blowjobs
Justin wiped his mouth and rested his head on Brian’s thigh. “Will you still love me when I’m too old to blow you?”
“Who says I love you now?” Brian teased.
Without saying anything, Justin reached for Brian’s hand, tapping their rings together.
Sighing dramatically, Brian held on to Justin’s hand when he started to let go. “When you’re too old to blow me, I’ll be too old to get it up.”
Justin smiled, hearing everything Brian didn’t say. “Don’t worry, I’ll still love you.”
“Shut up and roll over so I can fuck you while we’re both still young.” |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 27th, 2012|10:25 pm] |
Title: Denial is Everything
Condom: Blowjobs
Drew isn’t gay.
Sure he likes to fuck guys now and then, but that’s just sex. Sometimes he wants to get off without worrying about hearts and flowers or pretending it means more than it does.
And when a guy sucks your dick, he gets down to business without complaining about the taste or smell. When your coming with your eyes closed, it doesn’t matter who’s down on their knees.
When Drew starts to imagine giving blowjobs instead of receiving them, he tells himself as long as it’s just a fantasy it doesn’t really mean anything.
Then he meets Emmett. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 26th, 2012|11:28 pm] |
Title: Wagers and Winners
Condom:
“Your spring collection shopping spree becomes a museum visit,” Justin said as he looked over his cards. “And I raise you two blowjobs.”
“Two public blowjobs, same night but different places,” Brian countered. “Then I fuck you with the new dildo until you come without either of us touching your cock.”
“I’ll raise you one Saturday night backroom fuck-I top. And I call.”
“Or we could forget the whole thing, and I’ll rim you right now.”
“Your hand is that bad?”
“Do you care?” Brian smirked.
Justin pretended to think about it before tossing his cards aside. “Not really.” |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 25th, 2012|09:55 pm] |
Title Just Another Night
Notes: Thanks to fun_demented for the vocabulary help:)
Condom: Blowjobs
The first time Justin blew him after the surgery, Brian thought it would be different. He nearly lost his hard-on thinking about Justin’s reaction to his fake ball once he was up close and personal.
But Justin wasn’t different, he wasn’t hesitant or careful or, God forbid, fucking reverent.
He was confident and pushy, sucking Brian’s cock like it hadn’t been months since the last time. When he finally took Brian’s balls into his mouth, Brian was so hard, so ready to come, he couldn’t remember which ball was a miracle of modern medicine and which was a Kinney original. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 24th, 2012|06:48 pm] |
Title: Family Bonding
Condom: Blowjobs
“So, Justin,” Molly caught him leaving the bathroom. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” Justin replied warily. He and Molly weren’t close, usually only seeing each other on the holidays she spent with Jennifer.
“You and Brian have been together for a long time, right.”
“Did Mom send you?” Justin interrupted. “Brian and I aren’t getting married just because it’s legal in New York.”
“Who cares.” Molly rolled her eyes. “I just wanted to know if you had any good tips on giving blowjobs.”
Justin wanted to run away, but instead he awkwardly shared everything he knew about safe sex. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 23rd, 2012|02:55 pm] |
Title: Mirror Image
Condom: Rimming
Justin rushed into the loft; Michael would be there soon to pick up the final drawings for the latest issue of Rage, and he wanted to look them over one more time.
He couldn’t help lingering on the sketch of Rage rimming JT, fantasizing about the scene.
Rage was rougher than Brian, more impatient. At the same time, his power was greatest when he was fucking. Justin imagined his every touch tinged with electricity.
JT was more innocent than Justin, less experienced. Rage really was everything to him.
Imaging how JT felt; Justin began stroking himself.
Michael was always late. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 22nd, 2012|03:05 pm] |
Title: Perfect Sunday
Condom: Rimming
Justin woke to Brian’s hard cock pressed against his ass. He turned, and still barely awake, they jerked each other off until they came with quiet grunts before fall asleep again.
Later, hungry and sticky, they dragged themselves from the bed. Sharing a lengthy shower, they washed each other, necessity giving way to desire as kisses and caresses lead to leisurely blowjobs.
They made to the kitchen long enough for coffee and whatever they could throw together for lunch before heading back to bed to pass the hours before Sunday dinner at Deb’s together, sleeping and fucking the day away. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 21st, 2012|07:37 pm] |
Title: Favorite Fantasy
Condom: Rimming
“What do you want?” Brian asks, his voice husky.
“I want your tongue. I’ll get on my hands and knees so you can lick me open and fuck me with your tongue. You’ll lick and suck until I am so hard I’m dying to touch myself, but I won’t.”
“You won’t stop until I’m so open and slick with your spit that you can fuck me right then, no lube, no fingers, just your cock.”
They come then, together, and there’s nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing.
“Soon.” Brian’s voice sounds distant.
“Yeah,” Justin echoes before hanging up. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 20th, 2012|08:48 pm] |
Title: Not Enough Money in the World
Condom: Rimming
“Ewww,” Emmett wrinkled his nose. “Smelly Steve is so...”
“Smelly,” Brian finished.
“Gross,” Emmett corrected. “Seriously, when was the last time he showered?”
“The eighties, but I’d bet you’d blow him if you were drunk enough.”
“No way!”
“For a million dollars?” Michael asked.
“Maybe.”
“Please,” Brian laughed. “Who wouldn’t you blow for a million dollars?”
“Like you wouldn’t do it,” Ted interjected.
“Not for a million, but I’d rim him for ten.”
“I’d rim all of you for ten million.” Justin dropped off their order, winking at Brian before adding, “but I’ll blow you for free after my shift.” |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 19th, 2012|11:31 pm] |
Title: Co-Conspirators
Condom: Blowjobs
“Brian, I have the reports. . . ,” Ted rounded the corner only to be stopped by Cynthia.
“Shh, you’ll wake them,” Cynthia whispered, gesturing him closer.
Ted peeked into the office and saw Brian and Justin curled up together on the couch, sound asleep. “Aren’t they cute,” Ted smiled at Cynthia. “Did you get a picture?”
“Of course, but we’re saving that one for an emergency. This should get us a weekend off.” Cynthia brought up a picture of Brian enthusiastically sucking Justin off on the very same couch.
Ted gave Cynthia a high five before loading the photo as their screensaver. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 18th, 2012|05:31 pm] |
Title: When the Mood Strikes
Condom: Blowjobs
“What are you doing?” Hunter watched as Michael searched under the couch cushions.
“Looking for condoms.”
“Gross,” Hunter took a step back.
“Not used ones!” Michael glared at him. “The social worker for the adoption is visiting today so I have to find them all. Found them! Kitchen’s next.”
“You keep condoms in the silverware drawer?”
“You’d know if you ever set the table,” Michael complained. “With HIV you have to be prepared, and Ben’s sexy when he cooks.”
Hunter’s face drained of color as couldn’t help imagining Michael on his knees while Ben stir-fried. “I’m never eating here again.” |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 17th, 2012|05:47 pm] |
Title: Beating the Heat
Condom: Rimming
“It’s too hot to fuck.” Justin complained when Brian rubbed his dick against his thigh.
“It’s never too hot to fuck.”
Justin put his hand on Brian’s chest, letting the heat from his palm seep into his already sweaty skin.
“It might be too hot to fuck,” Brian conceded. “But only because you live in hovel on the 10th floor. Blow me instead.”
Justin sighed, “In the shower, and you jerk me off.”
“Fine, but then we’re buying an air conditioner so I can rim your ass until you beg then fuck you without either of us dying from heatstroke.” |
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| Challenge #210 Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 16th, 2012|12:39 pm] |
Title: Nothing Like the Real Thing
Condom: Blowjobs
The first time Justin came back to Pittsburgh, he was on his knees before the loft door closed, desperate to have Brian’s cock in his mouth.
It’s not like he was celibate, but no one else tasted like Brian or smelled like him. They didn’t pull his hair to get him closer before letting their hand slide down his face, cupping his jaw so gently it felt like a caress.
Brian was already hard, and the sounds he made forced Justin to press his hand against his own cock before he came right there. This was perfect; this was home. |
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| Challenge #210 RImming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 15th, 2012|06:25 pm] |
Title: Appetizer
Condom: Blowjobs
“We’re going to be late.”
Brian stopped sucking Justin’s cock long enough to answer. “So come already.”
Justin glared at the hand Brian had wrapped around the base of his cock. “Fuck you.”
Brian laughed around his cock just as he dropped his hand, and Justin came with a low moan.
“I hate you,” Justin grumbled, struggling to catch his breath and zip his pants since Brain was already back on his feet and opening the door.
“About time you two finished,” Debbie scolded as they took the empty seats between Michael and Lindsay. “Dinner’s been ready for fifteen minutes.” |
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| Challenge #210 Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 14th, 2012|08:31 pm] |
Title: Turning Away
Condom: Rimming
Rimming was hot and filthy in the best way. But it was also incredibly intimate and sometimes surprisingly tender. Justin loved doing with Brian, but never tried it with a trick.
When Ethan begged him to make love to him, Justin followed a long massage with a trail of kisses down his back, not stopping when he reached Ethan’s ass.
When Ethan pulled back, staring at him with a mix of surprise and distaste, Justin fucked him instead.
It wasn’t a rejection, not with Ethan babbling about how amazing he was, but Justin felt something inside himself shut down anyway. |
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| Challenge #210 Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 13th, 2012|11:18 pm] |
Title Commiseration
Condom: Blowjobs
Brian wasn’t superstitious; he’d never worried about Friday the 13th. But this year the hot water ran out during his shower, and at breakfast, the new waiter tripped, dropping his omelet into his lap.
When he got to Kinnetik, Cynthia told him a major campaign proposal had been accidentally deleted. And lunch left the entire art department suffering from food poisoning.
Justin struggled to keep a straight face as Brian described the day’s disasters while stretched out on the couch with a cool compress over his eyes. “Poor baby,” he teased. “Let me blow you and make it all better.” |
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| Challenge #210 Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 12th, 2012|09:13 pm] |
Title: Variety is the Spice of Life
Condom: Rimming
Debbie cleared the table and refilled Ted and Emmett’s wine glasses before sitting down.
“I wanted to thank you for the lessons and your help with Carl.”
“Don’t mention it,” Emmett said graciously.
“Please,” Ted pleaded.
Emmett elbowed him before continuing, “We’re just glad everything worked out.”
“Carl’s pretty damn pleased with the results so I’m ready for another lesson.”
“Given Carl’s pleasure, ummm,” Emmett blushed and stammered, “I mean happiness, I doubt you need one.”
“What do you boys know about rimming?”
Emmett buried his face in his hands as Ted shot a mouthful of wine across the table. |
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| Challenge #210 Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 11th, 2012|07:39 pm] |
Title: Master Class
Condom: Blowjobs
A blowjob was a blowjob. Brian figured one mouth sucking his cock was the same as another. When blowjobs started boring him, he assumed the quality of cocksucking in Pittsburgh was as piss poor as everything in else in the backwards fucking pathetic excuse for a city.
Then Justin came along and dedicated himself to the art of sucking Brian’s cock. He learned every one of his kinks, even ones Brian didn’t realize he had.
Justin could get him off in under a minute or drag a blowjob out until Brian practically begged to come. And he was never boring. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 10th, 2012|09:54 pm] |
Title: Let Sleeping Dogs. . .
Condom: Blowjobs
Brian hated mornings. He found them much more tolerable when he woke with Justin’s mouth wrapped around his dick. So when he generously decided to return the favor, he didn’t plan on dodging a surprising accurate knee to his head.
“The fuck?” he shouted, rearing back.
Justin sat up, staring at Brian with barely focused eyes. “Jesus, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“With a blowjob?” Brian asked sarcastically. “You’re thirty not ninety.”
“I was sleeping!” Justin defended himself. “You could have warned me.”
Brian just shook his head and stomped off to the bathroom. He really hated mornings. |
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| Challenge #210" Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 9th, 2012|04:40 pm] |
Title: A Certain Kind of Comfort
Condom: Rimming
Justin entered the loft and headed straight for the bedroom, stripping his suit as he went. Brian would be pissed, but he didn’t care.
He collapsed, naked, onto the bed, burying his face is his arms and trying desperately to forget.
Justin woke to the feel of hands stroking his back before coming to rest on his ass. Then warm breath and the cook slickness of Brian’s tongue against his hole.
He tensed slightly, but Brian held him still and kept licking and stroking, opening him slowly with his tongue, until there was nothing but want and need and. . . love. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 8th, 2012|11:06 am] |
Title: Learning Curve
Condom: 2 condoms to rimming
“So what’s like the kinkiest thing you’ve done with Brian?” Daphne asked as they sat by the pool pretending to study physics.
Justin blushed and mumbled a response.
“He did what?” Daphne asked loudly, her eyes wide with surprise. “With his tongue?”
“I know it sounds gross, but it feels really good,” Justin said defensively.
“If you say so,” Daphne wrinkled her nose. “Have you, you know,” Daphne’s voice dropped to a whisper, “done it to him?”
“No,” Justin answered quickly.
Daphne narrowed her eyes, staring at him, “But you want to.”
“No!” Justin practically shouted, his blush deepening. “Maybe.”
( Part 2 (You know where this is going) ) |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 31st, 2011|05:15 pm] |
Title: Room for Two
Author: jule1122
Prompt: 7th Picture Prompt-party
Notes: For not_yet_defined, I wrote a drabble for all 7 picture prompts!
Babylon was packed, the dance floor jammed with people. Brian fought his way to the bar, pulling Justin with him.
“Hey, you’re really raking in the big bucks tonight,” Matt greeted him.
Brian grabbed two bottles of champagne. “See you next year.”
“You’re not staying to watch the balls drop?” Matt waggled his eyebrows.
Brian rolled his eyes and led Justin out the back. They’d planned a very private celebration.
“They say whatever you’re doing at midnight determines how you’ll spend the year,’ Justin panted beneath him.
Brian enthusiastically rang in the New Year while licking champagne from Justin’s ass. |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 31st, 2011|05:12 pm] |
Title: Familiar Touch
Author: jule1122
Prompt: It shouldn't matter
Sex was sex. That’s what Brian always told himself. It was about getting off in the most pleasurable way possible, nothing more.
So he shouldn’t notice a difference when it was Justin. Justin’s tongue on his cock shouldn’t feel any different that someone else’s tongue even if he now knew every one of Brian’s hot spots.
Brian shouldn’t feel a special thrill knowing how easily he could make Justin lose control or from seeing the fading marks he’d left of Justin’s skin.
Sex with Justin was just sex, nothing more. And Brian was going to prove it. The next time. |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 31st, 2011|05:06 pm] |
Title: Wash It All Away
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Let's get soaking wet
Brian turned the water on full blast. He carefully removed the scarf from his neck, folded it neatly and set it on a shelf. Then, still fully clothed, he stepped into the shower.
He watched the water swirl into the drain, and even after it was no longer streaked with blood, Brian could smell it on his hands. He stood under the spray, clothes plastered to his body, tears he couldn’t acknowledge mingling with the water.
Michael finally pulled him from the shower, guiding him to bed. Brian waited until he turned away to place the scarf under his pillow. |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 31st, 2011|05:04 pm] |
Title: "And they all lived. . ."
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Once upon a time. . .
Jennifer read to her children every night, fairy tales and adventures filled with epic battles and daring quests while dreaming about Justin and Molly finding their own happily ever afters.
The hardest part of accepting Justin was gay was giving up those dreams. She wouldn’t dance at his wedding or play with his children
Then one summer day, she sat in the backyard of the house Brian bought for Justin, building sandcastles with Gus and JR., and watching Brian drag Justin into the shade where they rested together.
Tears filled her eyes as she finally recognized Justin’s happily ever after. |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 31st, 2011|04:55 pm] |
Title: Sphinx
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Talk to me
“The silent treatment won’t work this time”
Ted huffed in annoyance. “I’m not giving in. You know what you did, and don’t even bother trying to pretend you forgot.”
“How many times do you have to be told? My briefcase is not a scratching post!”
“Ted, is everything alright?” Blake peeked into the room and tried not to laugh.
“Lupe is pouting because she’s not getting her treat tonight even though she knows very well it’s her own fault.” Ted threw up his hand is disgust and walked away when Lupe refused to look at him. “Fine, be that way.” |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 31st, 2011|04:52 pm] |
Title: Opportunist
Author:
Prompt: Kwanzaa
“This is my Hanukkah list, my Christmas list for Santa, and my Kwanzaa list.”
“Kwanzaa?” Melanie and Lindsay looked at each other and shrugged.
“Honey, we don’t celebrate Kwanzaa,” Lindsay explained gently.
“I think we should. We always celebrate Hanukkah and Christmas; it’s not fair to keep skipping Kwanzaa,” Gus said earnestly.
“Gus, you don’t get presents for Kwanzaa,” Melanie clarified.
“Oh, never mind then,” Gus’s shoulders dropped. He eyed his lists for a moment before snatching them back. “I’ll get back to you on these.”
He was barely out of the room before Melanie and Lindsay burst out laughing. |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 31st, 2011|04:07 pm] |
Title: Stroke of Midnight
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Christmas Day
Notes: Brian/Justin kisses if still counting
Brian’s hands rested on Justin’s hips, keeping him close as they swayed with the music. He trailed kisses along his neck when Justin tilted his head back. Justin threaded his fingers through his hair and guided Brian’s mouth to his for a deep kiss.
The lights went out, plunging Babylon into darkness for just a moment before coming back on, red and green now instead of blue and white. Snowflake confetti fell from the sky, and a throaty voice yelled, “Ho ho ho,” over the speakers.
“Merry fucking Christmas,” Brian whispered into Justin’s ear before leading him to the backroom. |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 30th, 2011|09:48 pm] |
Title: Sanctuary
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Christmas Eve
“I’m not going to Midnight Mass this year,” Debbie said quietly. “Carl’s not Catholic, and it doesn’t feel right, not anymore.”
“The list of things the Church and I don’t agree on keeps getting longer. And I sit in the pew holding my tongue, and you know how bad I am at that,” Debbie laughed weakly.
“The Church is beautiful, but it’s lonely and cold. I don’t feel God there.” Debbie wiped her eyes. “I feel God here, with you. So I guess this is my church now.”
Debbie set the poinsettia in front of the headstone. “Merry Christmas, Vic.” |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 30th, 2011|09:46 pm] |
Title: Stepping In
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Whatever you want
Brian loved his son. But he had to admit it was easy to swoop in with presents and an open checkbook. To be the one who could break the rules and say “whatever you want” and mean it. Every visit was an occasion, and Brain loved the spotlight.
But when Gus’s world threatened to fall apart, he needed an anchor, someone to be there and mean that. So Brian held him and tried to follow the example Lindsay and Melanie had set. And he prayed as hard as Gus did that they’d be back soon to do the heavy lifting. |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 30th, 2011|09:43 pm] |
Title: In the Morning Light
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Sunshine
Justin drank his coffee and stared out the kitchen window. Brian wouldn’t be up for a while, and he should be in his studio, painting. But the view had caught his attention, and now he couldn’t look away.
It was beautiful, perfect and almost unreal. Snow covered the open expanse of lawn and ice hung from the trees and bushes, all of it pristine and white, glistening and sparkling in the winter sunlight.
A country manor with a pool, stables and a tennis court. Maybe it started as a joke or an act of desperation, but now it was home. |
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