| Challenge #139: Halloween |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|11:27 am] |
Title: Hidden Truth
And the Condom Goes to: Justin
“I’ll get it Ma!” Michael shouted up the stairs as the doorbell rang yet again on Halloween night.
“It’s past curfew, baby, so turn off the porch light after this group.” Shouting was a normal mode of conversation in the Novotny household.
“Trick or Treat Mikey!” Michael gaped for a moment and then pulled his bruised and bleeding best friend in the door. “Jesus Christ Brian, what the hell happened to you?”
“I wouldn’t share my candy so a big bully jumped me.” Michael nodded sadly at the hidden truth and hugged his friend tightly.
“I fucking hate Halloween, Mikey.” |
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| Challenge #137: Porn! Sex Toys |
[Oct. 21st, 2009|10:50 am] |
Title: Welcome to Meathook
And the Condom Goes To: Justin
Brian smirked as he watched Justin’s eyes widen at the scene before him. After much begging and several spectacular blowjobs, Brian had let himself be coerced into escorting Justin on his virgin visit to Meathook.
He snorted as Justin’s head swiveled to watch a studded and tattooed Dom lead his collared, bound, and leashed boy through the crowd, pausing to speak to other Doms as their boys knelt obediently at their sides.
“Shit!” he heard Justin whisper, and he draped a protective arm over his boy even as he smacked his ass lightly and jostled the butt plug nestled within. |
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| Challenge #137: Porn! Sex Toys |
[Oct. 15th, 2009|12:43 am] |
Title: Broken
And the Condom Goes To: Justin
“Oh Shit! It broke!” I looked in horror at the half-key I grasped in my trembling hand.
“What the fuck do you mean, ‘it broke’?” Brian twisted his neck, trying to glare at me and his handcuff bound wrists at the same time.
“I mean, it fucking broke off in the lock, Brian.” I was starting to panic and the wrath of Brian wasn’t helping. “Should I call a locksmith?”
“Fuck the locksmith! Find the fucking bolt cutters!”
Brian was so hot when he was enraged and helpless.
I smiled evilly. “On second thought Brian…I think I’ll fuck you instead!” |
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| Challenge #136: Emmett |
[Oct. 12th, 2009|05:58 pm] |
Title: Keep Dancing
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
As he leads you onto the dance floor you can’t think of a single reason why you had chosen to punish yourself by visiting Babylon tonight anyway.
Your eyes keep finding Teddy’s, and each time you die a little more at the stranger you see staring back.
You force yourself to hear what Brian has to say, and then finally, his sheer arrogant confidence makes you really listen.
You were always a survivor, fighting your way to young adulthood in the Hell that was Hazelhurst had proven that.
Happiness was yours for the taking.
It was time to keep dancing. |
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| Challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 7th, 2009|09:14 am] |
Title: A Million Days
Author's Note: Song Lyrics borrowed from A Million Days by Prince.
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
It’s only been an hour since you left me, but it feels like a million days. Brian’s finger hovered over the send button on his phone, before finally giving in and admitting to Justin that he would miss him every second of every day; even if that admission was made by text.
He sat on the side of their bed, barefoot and shirtless, eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he prepared to start the first of many solitary days.
Sunshine’s ringtone caught his attention and he laughed as he read his partner’s message.
New York can wait. Wherever you are is home. |
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| Challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 6th, 2009|01:12 pm] |
Title The Way You Taste
Author's Note: Song Lyrics borrowed from It's Been A While by Staind.
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
“What am I doing here?” he had asked, his eyes begging me to erase his doubts. I wanted to tell him. “I’m tired of being alone and feeling worthless, but all that shit seems to disappear when I’m with you.”
I didn’t say any of those things to him then, and now it’s too fucking late.
I stare at him hungrily as he ties the bracelet around my wrist. His tongue touches his lips. Still the words won’t come. “You’re not mine anymore, but I can still remember just the way you taste.”
I watch him turn and walk away. |
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| Challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 6th, 2009|02:02 am] |
Title: What He Wants
Author's Note: Lyrics borrowed from The Beautiful Ones by Prince.
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
Do you want him? Or do you want me? The words were screaming in my brain as I grabbed him tightly and stared into his eyes.
Justin’s eyes; they used to meet mine with a candor and an understanding that grounded me in ways I would never admit to him.
Now, aside from the lust that was always glowing there, I saw nothing except my own pathetic future.
I leaned closer and inhaled, and the scent of his fucking fiddler lover almost caused me to gag.
I knew he was lost to me, even as I slammed our mouths together. |
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| Challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 6th, 2009|12:46 am] |
Title: Home
Author's Note: Lyrics borrowed from the song Home by The Foo Fighters
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
“Hey.” I whispered the word and clutched the phone more tightly to my ear. I closed my eyes and drank in the comforting sound of his breathing.
“Hey.” He answered slowly, and I knew he was standing by the window, cigarette in hand, smoke curling into the atmosphere before disappearing into vapor. “How’s New York treating you?”
I smiled sadly, knowing the rules, but the truth pressed its way forward, burning past my lips. “It sucks Brian. All I want is to be home.”
“Justin.” He bites back a groan. “Then get your ass back to the Pitts…and me. “ |
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| Challenge #134: Past Events |
[Sep. 30th, 2009|11:43 am] |
Title Emancipation
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
“You won’t get one red cent from me, Sonny-Boy!” Jack Kinney pushed past Brian on his way to the scotch bottle. “What kind of faggoty sport is soccer anyway? What the fuck am I gonna tell the guys at the Union Hall? You want to be a la-di-da college boy? Well, not on my dime.”
“Don’t worry Pop. I don’t need your fucking money. As a matter of fact, I don’t want anything from you except for you to leave me the fuck alone.” Brian clenched his shaking fists and only relaxed as he left his childhood home behind forever. |
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| Challenge #134: Past Events |
[Sep. 30th, 2009|11:20 am] |
Title: Introductions
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
“Brian! Brian! Come Here! I want you to meet someone.” Michael grabbed Brian’s hands and dragged him through the front door.
“Jesus, Mikey! Take a fucking chill pill.” Brian pulled his hands away, but looked with smoldering interest at the tall, well-built and fucking hot man standing in the Novotny kitchen.
“This is my Uncle Vic. He lives in New York City.” Michael bounced as he introduced his two favorite people.
“Well…” Brian drawled and prowled dangerously close to the older man. “Hello-o-o-o Uncle Vic.”
Vic watched the handsome youth stalk him and thought. “Holy Shit, what have we here?” |
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| Challenge #134: Past Events |
[Sep. 26th, 2009|12:54 am] |
Title: Memories of Brian
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
You remember the first time you saw him and how it felt to hold him in your arms.
You remember the first word he spoke to you and how clever he was from the start.
You remember warm hugs and sloppy kisses and how beautiful he looked when he smiled.
You remember the tears shed as his confused gaze sliced through you when he realized you were too selfish to save him.
You remember the pain as the distance between you grew into a hopeless chasm.
And as your son Brian turns and walks away, you wish you could forget. |
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| Challenge #134: Past Events |
[Sep. 24th, 2009|07:19 pm] |
Title: A Mother’s Prayer
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne
Soft lamplight shone on the boy’s sleeping face. He looked peaceful, almost angelic. He had always been a beautiful child and it was a daily struggle not to let her sinful pride show as he matured into a handsome teenager.
She reached a hand out toward the shadowed bruises barely visible on the smooth expanse of skin exposed as he restlessly kicked off his sheets.
She pulled her hand back quickly as she heard her husband cough and stir in the next room.
She shuffled into the kitchen and poured herself a drink, praying that Jesus would keep Brian safe. |
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| Challenge #133: Jealousy |
[Sep. 22nd, 2009|12:05 am] |
Title: His Jealous God
And the Condom Goes To: Vic
Suddenly, I saw him in a different light, and I felt as though he was the piece of the fucking jigsaw puzzle that finally brought my life into focus.
It fucking scared me to death to realize that the feelings I had for this boy, the new King of Babylon, were something I had spent a lifetime denying existed.
I was on the edge of thirty and his blind adoration had made me feel young again.
Yet what I felt when he claimed my trick and fucked him in my playground was much darker.
Tonight, I became his jealous god. |
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| Challenge #132: Couples |
[Sep. 16th, 2009|03:39 pm] |
Title: Perspective
Author's Note: Threequel to Speculation and Introspection
And the Condom Goes To: Brian & Justin
He sways on the catwalk and I want to scream in frustration. He should be in bed, not prowling around like everything is fucking business as usual.
Michael rags at me and I remind him his fucked up logic is to blame, not mine.
But I can be just as devious as Brian as I lure him home under false pretenses.
I herd him into the bedroom and breathe a sigh of relief as he lets me help him.
His exhaustion is tangible and I feel my control slipping away.
I wrap my arms around him, and hold on tight. |
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| Challenge #132: Couples |
[Sep. 16th, 2009|03:32 pm] |
Title: Introsepction
Author's Note: sequel to Speculation
And the Condom Goes To: Brian & Justin
I slam out of the loft before he’s done in the bathroom. I’m not an idiot and I know damn well what an oncologist specializes in.
The implication of that message rips the air from my lungs and I lean on the nearest lamppost until I’m sure I won’t drop to my knees.
We’re supposed to be motherfucking partners, but if what I overheard is the truth, then I mean no more to him now then when I was his pathetic seventeen-year-old stalker twink.
“Damn you Brian!” I rub my hands over my face roughly and swallow back my fear. |
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| Challenge #132: Couples |
[Sep. 16th, 2009|03:27 pm] |
Title: Speculation
And the Condom Goes To: Brian & Justin
He said that he missed me, yet aside from that rather frantic kiss when he dropped me off at PIFA this morning, he hasn’t made a move to touch me in any sort of positive life-affirming way.
Did he have a run in with an Ibizan incubus that stole his fucking mojo?
He looks so tired and what the fuck is with the baggy underwear? In all the time we’ve been together he’s always encased his ass in the finest thongs and briefs that money could buy.
He limps into the shower before I can dig deeper.
The phone rings. |
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| Challenge #132: Couples |
[Sep. 16th, 2009|01:39 pm] |
Title: Proof
And the Condom Goes To: Brian & Justin
As he linked his hand with mine and led me off the dance floor, I looked down at my feet to be sure I wasn’t floating.
My head was spinning from more than just our dance and his kiss.
I caught Daphne’s eyes and laughed at the grin on her face. She was so going to tease me forever about my two-timing her at our Senior Prom.
He grabbed his jacket and we headed for the parking garage. I knew he couldn’t stay but his gaze promised me, “Later.”
I finally had the proof that Brian Kinney fucking loved me. |
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| Challenge # 132: Couples |
[Sep. 16th, 2009|01:17 pm] |
Title: Left Again Trio
And the Condom Goes To: Three (3) to Brian & Justin because they are having even more porny sex than usual this week, right fellow drabblers??
( Left Again Trio ) |
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| Challenge #132: Couples |
[Sep. 15th, 2009|12:35 pm] |
Title: Hard Day
And the Condom Goes To: Brian & Justin
I watch him hungrily as he walks into the bedroom, loosening his tie as he approaches.
I keep my hand steadily stroking my cock, letting him see the slickness as I spread it along my length, my tongue peeking out at him as he kneels before me.
“Hard day at work, honey?” I moan out as he reaches over and places his warm hand firmly over mine.
“I think that’s my line, Sunshine.” his eyes glitter with lust, and I shudder as I thrust wantonly through the tunnel of our entwined hands. “It’s why I always come home to you.” |
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| Challenge # 132: Couples |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|09:57 pm] |
Title: Joined
And the Condom Goes To: Brian and Justin
I pressed him firmly face-down on the bed, my fingers entwined with his as I stretched his arms over his head, my lips finding the sweat-dampened hair that lay against the nape of his neck.
I inhaled his scent, musky yet sweet, and tried to remember a time before he came into my life, and then wondered why the fuck I would even want to.
He moved restlessly beneath me, so I whispered, “Are you ready?” as I slid my naked cock into position near his tight, hot hole.
He moaned his response and I pushed inside, joining us together. |
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| Challenge # 132: Couples |
[Sep. 11th, 2009|02:34 pm] |
Title: Taken
And the Condom Goes To: Brian & Justin...duh!
“Cruising alert.” Justin whispered as he continued to grind sensuously against my thigh.
I opened my eyes lazily and thrust my tongue into Justin’s mouth, immediately spotting two hot studs staring lustfully in our direction.
“Do you want them, Sunshine?” I murmured against his lips as we dry humped to the pulsing rhythm. “Do you want to fuck them while I watch or should we fuck them together?”
“How about we go home alone and you fuck me until I pass out instead?” he moaned in my ear.
“Sorry boys,” I smirked as Justin sucked on my neck. “We’re taken.” |
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| Challenge # 131: Rain |
[Sep. 8th, 2009|02:59 pm] |
Title: Silver Lining
And the Condom Goes To: Ted
“We’re taking a walk.” Brian grabbed Justin’s hand and led him from the diner.
The Pittsburgh skies were gray and stormy, and Justin tightened his grip nervously as thunder rumbled ominously.
“Brian.” Justin resisted the urge to hide his face in Brian’s neck.
“Hey.” Brian stopped and stared into Justin’s eyes intently. “You can do this, don’t let those motherfuckers win.”
“I’m trying.” Justin felt miserable and ashamed. “Shit! I’m such a stupid little faggot.”
“No, you’re not. You’re the bravest person I know.”
Justin searched Brian’s face and as the rain started to fall, he finally began to believe. |
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| Challenge # 130: Season Six |
[Sep. 2nd, 2009|05:36 pm] |
Title: Home Sweet Home
And the Condom Goes To: Ted
Author's Note: Last part of The Home Sweet Fucking Home Trilogy.
“Any more surprises awaiting in our condiment filled palazzo?” Brian was stomping his way through the house, in full Kinney queen-out mode.
“Perhaps a Chia Pet?”
Justin trailed behind waiting for Brian to pick a final destination so he could attempt to distract him with a blow job or ten.
Brian entered the living room and came to a dead stop before the fireplace.
“Like it?” Justin whispered, sliding his arms around Brian’s waist.
A spotlight softly glowed on the Justin Taylor Original of Brian and Justin on their Wedding Day.
“It’s ridiculously romantic.” Brian smiled and kissed his husband. |
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| Challenge # 130: Season Six |
[Sep. 2nd, 2009|12:50 pm] |
Title: There’s No Place Like…
And the Condom Goes To: Theodore
Author's Note: Part 2 of The Home Sweet Fucking Home Trilogy
“Brian, please don’t be angry.” Justin followed closely behind as Brian stalked through the front door.
“Emmett’s intentions were good…he—oof.” Justin collided with Brian as his partner came to a sudden stop just inside the threshold.
“Justin?” Brian’s voice was lethal. “Why is our imported Brazilian hardwood floor crunching beneath my fucking Prada boots?”
“Uh…my guess would be that’s the sound made when one walks on salt.” Justin rubbed his forehead wearily as Brian turned to look at him in disbelief. “Deb sprinkled every doorway. Apparently, it’s an Italian good luck tradition.”
“That’s fucking fabulous Sunshine. Feeling lucky yet?” |
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| Challenge # 130: Season Six |
[Sep. 1st, 2009|01:33 pm] |
Title: Be It Ever So Humble…
And the Condom Goes To: Teddy
Author's Note: This is the first of a trio of drabbles I've dubbed The Home Sweet Fucking Home Trilogy.
Brian rocked back on his heels and rubbed his hand thoughtfully over his chin.
“Justin?” His voice sounded strained as he called across the yard. “A word please.”
“Hey, what’s up?” Justin wandered over to stand next to his disgruntled partner. He wrapped an arm around Brian’s waist and nudged him playfully.
“What the fuck is that?” Brian spoke quietly, glaring balefully towards Britin’s entryway.
Frowning, Justin followed his gaze, searching for the source of Brian’s displeasure.
“What?”
“Is that a fucking welcome mat?”
“It’s a housewarming gift from Emmett. It says Welcome to Our Palace. Don’t you like it?” |
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| Challenge # 130: Season Six |
[Aug. 28th, 2009|02:03 am] |
Title: Insatiable
And the Condom Goes To: Teddy
You stir and his arms tighten possessively around you.
You lean back and moan as you realize you fell asleep with his hard cock deep inside of you.
You feel the heat of his breath caress your neck and realize he too has awakened, or perhaps he hasn’t slept yet, choosing instead to spend his time watching over you, reluctant to waste one precious moment doing anything as mundane as sleeping.
You should feel guilty, but it’s the first restful night you’ve spent since he let you leave him behind for the bright lights.
Your love for him is insatiable. |
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| Challenge #129: Five Words |
[Aug. 25th, 2009|08:04 pm] |
Title: Tropical Tranquility
And the Condom Goes To: Michael
They swung lazily in the hammock, bodies pillowed together as Brian’s long leg pushed off against the sand, rocking them gently.
They drank in the spectacular view of calm turquoise water through half-opened eyes, the warm ocean wind kissing their lips playfully.
Justin smiled happily, caressing the long fingers entwined lightly with his own, mouth nuzzling its way more deeply into Brian’s neck to place a teasing kiss.
“Mm…I could get used to this lifestyle.” Justin sighed contentedly.
“Congratulations Sunshine, you have officially become my trophy wife. Ow…that hurts Twat!”
Seconds later, an empty hammock twisted wildly in the breeze. |
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| Challenge #129: Five Words |
[Aug. 24th, 2009|02:49 pm] |
Title: Expectations
And the Condom Goes To: Mikey
He stood lost in thought, eyes tearing in the biting wind, oblivious to the chill that slowly seeped into his bones.
“Must be my 11:00.”
He had quickly hid his shock and hurt as he realized that Brian was serious.
Yet, as Brian brushed his lips in a brief kiss before heading toward the loft door, Justin wanted to press his face into the pillow and scream his frustration.
He wiped a hand angrily across his face as the bus that would take him to Daphne’s complex in the University District lumbered into view.
He had known what to expect. |
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| Challenge # 128: Hard |
[Aug. 18th, 2009|01:14 am] |
Title: The Hardest Part
And the Condom Goes To: Michael
He was still the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Illness and fatigue had done nothing to diminish that unalienable fact.
It had been that way from the very start, even when he was fucked up on a veritable alphabet soup of pharmacological fixes, he always managed to pull me back into his orbit.
And now, body rife with toxins that he hadn’t willingly ingested, he remained sexy as fuck to me. And he knew it.
Yet he watched me warily, always expecting me to leave him again regardless of what I’d promised him.
And that was the hardest part. |
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| Challenge #127: Hope |
[Aug. 12th, 2009|04:16 pm] |
Title: Young Again
And the Condom Goes To: Michael
I stalk past the hordes of hormonal heteros and cross the ballroom, ignoring the curious glances thrown my way. My purpose here tonight has nothing to do with any of these pathetic losers.
I spot his fine tuxedoed self and note the exact moment the disbelief and shock in his eyes gives way to delight and hope.
I meet his gaze and for a heartbeat I glimpse a future I’ve spent a lifetime avoiding before I met him.
As I take his hand and lead him onto the dance floor his smile warms me from within.
I feel young again. |
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| Challenge #127: Hope |
[Aug. 12th, 2009|12:13 am] |
Title: Shattered
And the Condom Goes To: Michael
Shattered. It’s the word of the day boys and girls.
Hopes and dreams I never knew I harbored, crushed by phrases cleverly crafted to have the impact of a sledgehammer.
I have no mask to hide behind this time so I settle for my trusty standby… disdainful indifference. He responds by retrieving his packed and waiting duffle bag and walking out the door.
What the fuck? He could have at least pretended to give me the benefit of the doubt.
He’s so fucking predictable; lured again by the promise of domestic bliss…and white picket fences.
Things I can never give him. |
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| Challenge # 126: Quotations |
[Aug. 4th, 2009|04:25 pm] |
Title: It’s No Joke
And the Condom Goes To: Brian
“Justin…” Brian’s voice was husky yet melodic, and my dick stood at attention recognizing it for the foreplay that it was. I clutched the phone tightly in one hand and reached for my cock with the other.
“Are you touching yourself?” Brian continued, “Imagining me fucking your tight hole raw, feeling my naked cock explode deep inside you, my cum dripping out of your ass, my tongue waiting to lick you clean.”
"This is no time to be funny!" I was suddenly pissed. He knew how much I wanted to bareback with him.
“It’s no joke Sunshine…now open the door.” |
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| Challenge # 126: Quotations |
[Aug. 4th, 2009|01:04 am] |
Title: Perfect Silence
And the Condom Goes To: Brian
The perfect silence in the loft was broken by the sound of the entry door sliding open.
Brian watched as a shadow crossed soundlessly toward him, stopping at the foot of the bed.
Wordlessly, he pulled back the duvet in a quiet invitation, Justin’s solemn acceptance at odds with the cautious relief Brian felt as his boy slid in beside him.
It would be so easy.
“You belong with me.” “Please stay.”
Simple phrases really, but wielding the power to move mountains or change the course of lives.
Yet the words remained unspoken; the opportunity lost to the perfect silence. |
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| Challenge # 126: Quotations |
[Aug. 3rd, 2009|04:50 pm] |
Title: Comfort
And the Condom Goes To: Brian
“Justin, what the fuck are you still doing here?” Brian rubbed his hands tiredly over his face and weakly fell back upon the pillows. "I can't even put on my shoe."
Justin sat cross-legged on the bed beside his exhausted partner, sliding his fingers through Brian’s sweat-soaked hair. “You know why I’m here, and you’re being a fucking drama queen.”
Justin laughed and bent closer to press a kiss against Brian’s dry lips. “You fucking hate wearing shoes anyway. Besides, you agreed your ass stays in bed on treatment days.”
Brian scowled before leaning contentedly into Justin’s gently stroking fingers. |
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| Challenge #125: Season 3 |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|09:49 pm] |
Title: Going Up
And the Condom Goes To: Brian
I push him up against the elevator wall and press myself roughly against his back. My neighbors will have to take the fucking stairs for the next few minutes because this ride is out of order while my dick reacquaints itself with Justin’s ass.
I shove his pants down and quickly finger open his ass before thrusting my impatient cock inside his hot little hole, our moans echoing together as the cage bumps to a stop on my floor.
He twists his neck, his lips meeting mine as we explode together.
“Reunion sex rocks” he whispers. I pant my agreement. |
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| Challenge #125: Season 3 |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|05:11 pm] |
Title: Band of Gold
And the Condom Goes To: Brian
I watched him sitting alone at the bar, looking as sad and pensive as he had in those last few weeks before he finally left me.
I felt a spark of anger at the fiddler for allowing the veil of insecurity to settle once again on my boy’s shoulders.
I approached him casually, ignoring the teasing tendrils of lust that appeared whenever I ventured too close to him.
I hadn’t been able to give him what he needed, and so I’d let him go. I tapped the band of gold encircling his finger reminding us both it’s what he wanted. |
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| Challenge #124: At The Gym |
[Jul. 22nd, 2009|04:10 pm] |
Title: Office Workout
Author's Note: This is what I like to call a tag team drabble. The wonderful ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) fun_demented had the idea and started us off, and I finished it up. We get creative when it's Brian's turn in the condom wars!
And the Condom Goes To: Brian
The day the finishing touches were put on the gym at Kinnetik, Justin just happened to be in from New York finishing Brian off with their own unique brand of touching.
As he admired the state of the art exercise equipment, top of the line steam room, sinfully luxurious massage beds and body oils, Brian noticed Justin’s eyes kept straying to one particular corner of the weight room.
Sliding up behind him, Brian wrapped his arms around Justin, and pressed his lips to Justin’s ear. “That’s my favorite too, Sunshine.” He urged him toward the stationary bike. “Wanna ride?” |
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| Challenge #124: At The Gym |
[Jul. 20th, 2009|10:07 pm] |
Title: Steamed
And the Condom Goes To: Brian Fucking Kinney
I sprawled on the bench, steam rising thickly around me, towel loosely slung over my hips as I watched him approach through my half-closed eyes.
Wordlessly, he settled himself casually beside me, sighing as the heat seduced him into a state of watchful relaxation.
I turned my head lazily and gave him my patented, “Prepare to be fucked” predatory smirk.
“Come here often?” I drawled, my eyes caressing the obvious stiffie beneath his towel.
“Only when I think a hot older man will try to pick me up.” He smiled slowly and blinked.
“Fuck you, Justin! I am not old!” |
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| Challenge #123: Babylon |
[Jul. 14th, 2009|11:45 am] |
Title: No Regrets
And the Condom Goes To: Justin
Babylon had been my kingdom since I was barely legal, and its subjects had vied for the opportunity to worship my cock for just as long.
“My…how the mighty have fallen.” It would be the next catchphrase of Liberty Avenue’s fabulous fags before dawn once word got out about my dethroning at the hands of a former twink.
Like I gave a shit what the pathetic Gay Grapevine had to say about my fucking personal life.
The door had always been open; Justin and I had agreed right here on this dance floor.
I replaced my mask and turned away. |
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| Challenge #123: Babylon |
[Jul. 13th, 2009|10:39 am] |
Title: Babylon Beat
And the Condom Goes To: Justin
I raise my hands high, eyes closed, hips swaying to the Babylon beat that flows like electricity throughout my body. I smile widely as his familiar heat and scent surrounds me, and I grind my ass tightly against his leather-clad cock. “You came!” I exclaim as I twist in his embrace and throw my arms around his neck happily. “Not yet.” He murmurs, claiming my lips wetly. “But I’m hoping you can change that.” He drapes his arms over my shoulders, and we synchronize our rhythm and move as one. All eyes are watching, but Brian sees only me. |
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