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But they don't feel you loving me. They don't feel you put your arm around me in the middle of the night when you think I'm sleeping. They don't feel you kiss me. They don't see those little slips in your act, where I can see the best of you shining through.

And they aren't there, looking into your eyes as you spin me around the dance floor—the best night of my life.

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Title: Just Words
Timeline: 410
Condom: Ben

For just a split second, I was jealous of them. Truly, bitingly envious. It wasn't right, to feel this anger at them, and it wasn't fair. But right then, I was jealous of what Justin had, what Michael had, what I didn't.

Debbie...Jennifer...they loved their sons more than anything, and had proved it.

Joan...she said the words. She didn't mean them. How could she, when they were accompanied by such cruel, vicious ones? 

I always told Justin I'd never give him the words he used to want. But this...her...hadn't she just proved my point?

They didn't mean a damn thing.

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Title: The Ubiquitous Justin Taylor
Condom: Brian
Timeline: 308  

“Hitting the clubs again, Mr. Taylor? I'd have thought you'd be home, getting in a full night's sleep for work tomorrow morning.”

Justin shrugged. “I'm young. I can handle it.”

“Buy you a drink?”

“Sure.” He leaned casually against the bar as Brian ordered a round for them both. “You know...” he said thoughtfully, “I haven't danced since the last century.”

“Is this your idea of being subtle, Sunshine?” Brian smirked.

“It's not my idea of anything. Just...stating fact. I guess you wouldn't be interested?”

“What's the rush? We've got all night.”

Justin shook his head. “Guess we do.”

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“What's with the line?” Emmett asked, trying to peer over the heads of the dozen or so men lined up for the bathroom.

“Someone's finally gotten wise and cashed in on Brian and Justin,” Ted enlightened him.

“What? Brian and Justin?”

“Yeah. Seems someone finally got smart and is now managing their live performance career,” explained Ted. “They're charging for tickets for the show every time they fuck in public.”

“Wow. There's a fortune waiting to be made,” said Emmett appreciatively.

Ten minutes later, he was at the front of the line. “Hey, ticket-boy! I'll give you twenty bucks!”

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“Sorry, I forgot...someone got a little roughed up today.”

“He didn't have to stick it in that hard.”

“You wanted it quick, didn't you?”

“Not like that! He could have at least been gentle. That's a very sensitive area.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I'm serious! I'm going to be bruised...he just shoved it right in! He could have at least warned me, or prepared me a little better...sadistic fucker probably liked it....”

“Look, you're not the only one in the world who has to get an annual flu shot, okay?”

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“What a dump!” Brian announced, dropping his bags in the doorway. “Jesus, Justin, you could have at least taken my basic living requirements into account when you got this place.”

Justin scoffed. “You? You tell me we may never see each other again, I'm in New York on a bus boy's salary, and I'm supposed to worry about your needs?”

“Well, obviously you should've known better than to listen to me,” said Brian, for all the world as though it were entirely Justin's fault. “When have I ever known what I was talking about? Why wouldn't we see each other?”

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Yes, fine. He'd played the hero—saved the day in the nick of time, or whatever lame superhero cliché Michael and Justin would be throwing at him for weeks. He wondered if it was worth sacrificing everything he'd worked for.

Then he caught the pride in Justin's voice, felt his lips curl into a smile, and decided that as long as he had this...life couldn't be that bad.

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In my head, I had it all planned out: help Stockwell win the election, get what I needed, and get the fuck out. Move on to bigger and better things, and leave this all behind.

And in the very back of my mind, the part where I considered things I'd never admit to thinking, I'd run over the conversation in my head more than once. The one where I'd ask Justin to come with me, to the art capital of the world. (I figured that was a pretty good selling point.)

Of course, plans had a tendency to be rearranged.

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“I should go,” I say suddenly. “Daphne's going to be worried—I didn't tell her I was staying.”

“She'll figure it out,” he says, which is probably true. She knows where I am; she isn't stupid. Still...I don't want to assume I have the right to stay.

His fingers thread through my hair as he whispers, “Don't leave.”

And so I don't.

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Title: Summer Fun
Condom: Debbie 

Brian had always loved summer when he was a kid. It meant no school, no teachers, and no parents. He could spend days at a time over at the Novotny's house, hanging out with Mikey at the community pool, making fun of his Captain Astro pajamas, and enjoying the delicious meals Debbie made them. She even made Brian's favorite snacks, just for him. 

Now, with Justin complaining about the excessive heat, stripping of all his clothes as he walked across the loft, beads of sweat just begging to be licked from his skin, Brian loved summer for a different reason.

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Brian hadn't given his father a gift, a card, or even a phone call on Father's Day since he was ten.

When Gus was a baby, too young to understand what was going on, Lindsay and Melanie would buy Brian a card and sign Gus's name. Brian always secretly held onto these, though he wasn't sure why.

This year, Gus had come to visit for the entire day, with two cards, two gifts, for two people. Brian asked the Munchers about this, but they refused to explain.

Then a beaming Justin emerged from the bedroom, and it all made sense.

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Her son, who doesn't call. Doesn't give a damn about anyone but himself, and the unmentionable perversions he's fallen into. Joan still hasn't forgotten that day, that boy....

But still—her son has cancer.

Naturally, he doesn't listen to a single word she says. Doesn't care that he's throwing away his chance at forgiveness, to live life as the Lord intended....

Of course, he's an adult, capable of making his own misguided choices. But so is Joan, and she can make choices, too. And when it comes down to it, she knows where her loyalties lie.

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“It's pathetic,” said Brian, glaring at a random couple across the diner, “that every fucking fag on Liberty Avenue feels the need to be all 'hand-in-hand' every second. Like they can't go for two minutes without touching each other.”

Justin glanced down at Brian's hand on his knee.

“...always talking about date nights and stupid shit. By the way, we still on for dinner tonight?”

“Maybe. I don't get paid until Friday.”

“Don't worry about it. I'm paying,” said Brian. “Anyway, fortunately, you and I manage to avoid looking like a couple of lovesick breeders.”

Justin smiled. “Fortunately.”

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The best thing about Brian owning Kinnetik was that when Justin stopped by and Brian was wearing those ties that were perfect for binding wrists and those suits that demanded respect and Justin was hard beyond all reason...they didn't have to be discreet.

They were a couple.

Even the blind could see that now.

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Title: Hard at Work
Author: britin1729
A/N: We really needed more Mr. Kinney/Taylor action. Seriously. ;)
Condom: 3 to Jen

It was nearly lunchtime when Justin strode into Brian's office. This wasn't terribly unusual; Justin often stopped by Kinnetik on his free afternoons. But this time, rather than merely taking a seat on the sofa, he perched himself on the edge of the desk.

“I was thinking today,” he said, shifting so that Brian was very nearly at eye level with his dick.

“Oh?”

“Remember when you used to work for Vanguard? And I was an intern? And you were my boss?”

Brian smirked. “Yes.”

Justin grinned too, and let his foot come up to brush against Brian's thigh. “Good.”

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Title: Saviour 
Author: britin1729
Condom: Jennifer

“Oh thank God!” A random Kinnetik employee practically threw herself at Justin's feet.

“Justin! Look, everyone, Justin's here! We're saved!” another man called, throwing his arms around the blond's shoulders. “You're a fucking saint!”

“Justin!” Cynthia cried, her tone laden with relief. “Thank fuck! He's in his office.”

Finally, Justin reached his destination, his I heart NY T-shirt—a souvenir from his week in the city—damp from where one employee had actually dissolved into tears on his shoulder.

“Jesus, Brian,” he said disapprovingly. “You can't take it out on your employees every time I go out of town.”

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Title: Code of Conduct 
Author: britin1729
Condom: Jen

 Kinnetik Code of Conduct:

#1: No sex on the sofas. (Use the bathrooms.)

#2: Casual Fridays are now clothing optional Fridays, provided you have a minimum eight inch dick. (Also applies to lesbians.)

#3: If employees wish to download porn in their spare time, they may do so. However, please make sure the website is a reliable one, to prevent computers from contracting viruses.

#4: If any article of Justin Taylor's clothing is found, please return it directly to Mr. Kinney.

#5: If anyone disrupts important business proceedings between Mr. Kinney and Mr. Justin Taylor, they will be fired immediately.

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Title: Vermont: Take Two
Author: britin1729
Condom: Em

“So...I was thinking next month you and I could finally take that trip to Vermont,” Brian remarked one day, wincing just a little as he remembered the previously disastrous Vermont Incident.

Justin frowned. “A vacation?” He and Brian really didn't have the best of luck with vacations.

“I want to be the one to initiate you into the Mile High Club,” Brian smirked. “Or we could go somewhere else. I've always wondered what it'd be like to fuck on the beach.”

Justin imagined it, sand up his ass, salt water mixing with Brian's cum in his mouth....

“Vermont's good.”

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The first thing I notice when I wake up is how incredibly warm and comfortable I am. I can feel Brian curled up behind me, (even those we so don't cuddle), his arm thrown across my stomach. We wake up like this more often than not, though he would never admit it.

I can feel him start to stir, so I take his hand and reposition it at the front of my pants. We both love waking up this way, teasing and groping and generally driving each other insane. I roll over to kiss him good morning.

“What the fuck!?”

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“You really think he even understands what's going on?” Melanie muttered, setting a little cup of red dye on the table next to a carton of eggs.

“Probably not. But we can't not celebrate his first Easter,” shrugged Lindsay, setting her own cup of blue dye next to the red. She straightened up, appraising their Easter Egg Dyeing Workshop. “I think we're ready.”

“Okay, Gus,” Melanie instructed. “Now just toss an egg in one of the cups.”

SPLASH!

Lindsay squealed as blue dye splattered all over her shirt, hair, and face. “Maybe you should have used a more specific adjective.”

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Fucking twat...thinking I'm watching him shake his ass in those jeans every time he walks across the diner. Which I'm not. Let him flaunt around all he wants. It's not like I'm paying attention.

What the fuck is with that tongue of his, anyway? Why is it not capable of staying in his mouth? Licking at his lips. Little tease. Whatever...it doesn't matter. I'm not even looking.

Damn it. Fucking little— That is so like him to come wait on my booth. 'Taking my order.' Yeah fucking right. Manipulative little fucking tease.

Not that I give a shit.

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He's an ass. Anyone who knows him will tell you: Brian Kinney is an asshole.

He's also the most arrogant fucker on the planet. Hell, his ego alone is big enough to blanket that hole in the ozone layer...with ease. He's also an immature, emotionally stunted, reputation-obsessed, manipulative tease that pulls you close just so that he can break your heart by shoving you away again. His answer to everything is sex, he's devastatingly cynical, he speaks in a code only he understands. He's impossible and frustrating. He's insensitive and crude.

And you can't help but love him.

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Of course, Brian can never get enough of Justin's cock, either.

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“You look like shit,” Michael commented, when Justin stopped by his booth to pour him a cup of coffee.

“That's because someone who-shall-remain-nameless,” Justin shot a not-so-subtle glare at Brian, “woke me up at four last night for sex.”

“Didn't hear you complaining,” Brian shrugged.

“That's because you had your cock down my throat.”

“I tried to suck you off. You fell back asleep. What would you have had me do?” Brian asked innocently.

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Was that a suggestion for last night, or are you just still pissed?”

“Take it however you want.”

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Brian watches, practically mesmerized, as Justin lowers himself onto his cock with a hiss of pleasure/pain. Inch by inch, Justin shifts and maneuvers, and Brian's dick slowly disappears inside of him. Finally, he's all the way in.

“Move,” Brian grunts.

Justin obliges, lifting himself up and then back down, while Brian's hips fight to create their own rhythm. Soon, Justin is riding him, opening up and taking him inside, clenching his muscles around Brian to create the most overwhelming sensations. Finally, they both cum, Brian inside Justin and Justin over Brian's chest.

“We're doing that again,” Brian groans.

“Agreed."

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Brian sometimes thinks that he and Justin are like magnets. North and south. It doesn't make sense that they don't repel each other...total opposites, bronze and pale, brunette and blond, hazel and blue, sour and sweet. But they don't oppose—they attract each other. And there's no escaping.

However it works, whatever they are...it doesn't matter.

They fit.

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“Brian?” he calls hesitantly. It's funny, really. And somewhat flattering, he supposes. The idea that Brian had gotten so bored during the few hours he'd been here alone, without Justin's presence...that he would do this...was touching in a weird sort of way. “Did you, um...did you happen to draw my cock today?”

“Maybe,” Brian answers. “Oh, the Munchers stopped by. You know, they don't believe it's really that big.”

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Christ. This was too much. So good and so hot and so Justin. Everywhere he turned, there was Justin.

He was drifting away into the realms of pleasure, full of orange lights and a warm mouth and too much pleasure to describe. No one had compared while he was gone. No one. 

But he'd pretended too many times to be sure this wasn't just another fantasy. He had to look. But it was real this time, blond hair in his fist and blue eyes sparkling at him. A small smile before the lips returned to his cock.

Justin was home.

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It was always those nights that they fucked slowly, drawing every movement out, chasing away their own demons with every movement. Justin always begged Brian to stay, his cock buried deep inside him, and Brian always surrendered.

The last thing Justin knew on those nights, just before he fell back asleep, was the feeling of Brian's protective arm around him, Brian deep inside him, and Brian screaming his love with silence.

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Brian shrugged. “You need help studying?”

Justin raised an eyebrow. “You're helping me study? What's in it for you?”

Brian grinned. “Here's how it works. Every time you get a question right, I'll take off one article of clothing. If you get them all right, I'll suck your cock.”

Fifteen minutes later, after Justin had noisily collected his own reward, Brian was on the bed, legs open, Justin heartily reciprocating the gesture.

Strip-studying with a particularly horny genius. Best. Idea. Ever.

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Title: Walk-Ins Not Welcome
Author: britin1729
A/N: Because Brian gets no privacy. We got a perfectly good spanking scene interrupted this way. ;)
Condom: Em

“I've done it,” grimaced Michael.

“Me too,” added Emmett.

“I've done it at least eight times,” said Ted.

“I don't even like to think about the time I did it,” shuddered Ben.

 "I think we all have, at one time or another,” agreed Melanie. “I'm a dyke, and I've seen Brian Kinney's cock more times than I've seen pussy.”

Brian suddenly appeared in the doorway, eyebrow raised at the group of friends gathered around Debbie's table. “Well, maybe that's a sign you all need to learn to fucking knock before barging in.”

“Or that you need to lock your door.”

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Title: Porn Without Plot
Author: britin1729
A/N: Forgive me if it sucks, I'm exhausted. I just wanted to write this since I know we all, of course, watch QaF for the...um...plot. ;)
Condom: Emmett

“I say we run with it.”

“We're not printing an entire Rage issue of porn, Justin.”

“Why not? It's fucking hot.”

“You drew eight pages just of Bri—Rage's cock. Eight.”

“And this is a bad thing because...?”

“Well, our readers do enjoy the comic for other reasons, you know.”

“Such as?”

“Actual plot?”

“You're kidding, right? When did you become such a prude, anyway?”

“I am not a prude. Look, we're just not doing it, okay?

“You do know there's about six pages of Zephyr having sex with his boyfriend, don't you?”

"Then again, how important is plot, really?”

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Michael swatted Hunter on the back of the head in a credible imitation of Debbie. “Will you give it up? Brian is never going to fuck you.”

Hunter shrugged. “Whatever. Hey Brian, I'll suck your cock. Or you could suck mine. I'm—up—for anything,” he continued in what was obviously supposed to be a seductive tone.

“Christ,” Brian muttered. “I have such an effect on seventeen-year-olds.”

“Fucking teenagers,” Justin agreed, with a completely straight face.

Brian sighed dramatically, sinking back into the booth. “The burden of being beautiful.”

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“I just don't understand where I went wrong.”

“It's not your fault. You can't blame yourself...people are born this way.”

“But he's my only son.”

“He's still your son.”

“But it's so unnatural...so wrong. Who would choose to live such a disgusting lifestyle?”

“He doesn't have a choice. It's who he is.”

“I just don't know how it happened. I thought for sure he'd grow up to love cock,” Brian sighed.

“Well, he doesn't. Gus is straight, Brian,” Justin said gently. “We're all just going to have to try and accept it.”

“I blame the lezzies for this.”

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“Cocksucker!”

Justin glared at the back of the jock's head as he continued down the hallway, then bent to pick up the books his classmate had knocked from his arms. He tried to imagine what Brian would say if someone called him that. Cocksucker.

“Yeah, and pretty damn good at it, too.”

A familiar image filled Justin's mind of the man he loved, sprawled on his back, legs open while Justin knelt between them. The gasps, the moans, the flavor of Brian in his mouth....

“Cocksucker,” a girl hissed as she passed him.

 And he wouldn't change a damn thing. 

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“I can't believe you talked me into that. This is so fucking embarrassing!”

“It's not that embarrassing.”

“They caught us fucking on the display bed! We got permanently banned from the store, Brian.”

“I'm aware. Now I have to find somewhere else to shop for all my furnishing needs. I liked that damn sofa, too.”

“Maybe you should've considered that before you fucked me in the middle of the furniture department.”

“As I recall, you were the one who couldn't keep his mouth off my cock...I had to practically drag you away just to get it into your ass.”

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Brian nearly cringed at the reminder. “I can afford it. Consider it a celebration of Stockwell's demise.”

“At least something good came of all this,” Justin muttered, and held up his wine glass. “Cheers!”

“What are we toasting?”

“Good point...our lives basically suck at the moment....” he frowned. “Um, to freedom of expression.”

“To the right to fuck wherever we want,” added Brian.

“To artistic integrity.”

“To sacrificing everything.”

“Almost everything,” Justin reminded him.

Brian smiled, and tilted his head in agreement. “Almost everything.”

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“Brian, what's your favorite thing about me?” Justin asked innocently one night in bed.

Brian made a face. “What do you think?”

“I think it's either my ass or my cock, but I can't decide.”

Brian snorted. “What if I said some lesbionic shit about it being your eyes or your smile?”

“I'd refer you to the nearest mental hospital. Then I'd blow you for being sweet.”

“Good point. How about we compromise? I like seeing your eyes when I'm sucking your cock, and I like seeing you smile after I fuck your tight little ass.”

“Sounds good to me.”