| Challenge #138: Changes |
[Oct. 26th, 2009|02:34 pm] |
Title: Getting Further
A/N: Thank you, ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) the_minx_17, for your beta and reworking of this.
Condom: Justin
As was their wont, Brian and Justin had amazing sex all night and into the dark hours of the morning. In fact, as of that Monday, when Brian awoke to take a piss before the alarm went off, it was their third day in a row—a record for them.
Not that they hadn’t tried this before. Just life usually got in their way.
So, on this fabulous third day, as Justin lay outside the rumpled covers, naked and asleep, Brian saw something he’d not seen before…
Sunshine’s soft dick.
So that’s what it looks like.
But not for long. |
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| Challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 6th, 2009|09:59 pm] |
Title: Always True
Notes: Much thanks to the ever lovely jule1122 for her more than beta; Lyrics from Elvis Costello's Almost Blue
Condom: Daphne
Eating breakfast with Michael and watching Justin bus tables felt almost normal, until Michael responded to my latest push for him to resurrect Rage...
“Justin doesn’t care about you anymore. Like he gives a fuck about Rage or me.”
I rolled my eyes, "If you want something, go after it.”
Michael replied with more bullshit, "Easy for you to say. You always get what you want. I should’ve known it was too good to last.”
I looked over at Justin counting his tips and it came to me, my final pitch, "Not all good things come to an end, Mikey.” |
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| challenge #134: past events |
[Sep. 30th, 2009|03:51 pm] |
Title: Cherry
A/N: Last minute, unbeta'd
Condom: Michael
In high school, Brian sucked cock and fucked girls. During undergrad he did the same, but also got fucked or blown into oblivion by a strange man, at least once, every weekend. He regaled his best friend with all the raunchy details, because the combination of Mikey’s confused face and huge tent job was endlessly amusing to Brian.
The best reaction came one night during grad school, after Brian topped a guy for the first time. If the full body shudder was any indication (and it was), Mikey came right there in his corduroys.
That's when Brian crowned himself king. |
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| Challenge #129: Five Words |
[Aug. 25th, 2009|09:32 pm] |
Title: On His Way
Notes: Thank you,jule1122. You make everything better by the power of 50xInfinity.
Condom: Ted
Justin’s hand hurt like a motherfucker. And just when he fell asleep, Ethan started practicing Bartok. Justin squinted at the clock and sneered at the view of Ethan’s back while Ethan irritatingly played the violin bare-assed. Justin chewed on his lips in frustration and contemplated throwing a pillow at him.
He decided to leave before actually doing it— he’d wind up without sleep, either way. Soon he was tromping down Liberty Avenue in search of a serenade-free zone, when an old Corvette slowed beside him.
He was about to cross the street… then Brian said his name.
And Justin smiled. |
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| Challenge #127: Hope |
[Aug. 10th, 2009|05:28 pm] |
Title: How the Boy is Doing
Notes: Thank you, jule1122. I am nothing without your beta.
Condom: Michael
Justin’s muscles feel like ropes when he exercises his gimp hand. With every failed attempt, the knots twist tighter around his wrist and fingers. Still, he won’t quit.
He can’t draw if he can’t pick up a pencil. And each time Justin takes a piss and fumbles with his dick before remembering to use his left hand, he feels ashamed. So, he persists.
He tolerates others coaching him to squeeze a ball or grasp at paperclips. And when Justin finally regains the dexterity required to piss like a man, he tells no one.
Instead, he announces that he’ll draw again. |
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| Challenge #125: Season Three |
[Jul. 26th, 2009|09:07 am] |
Title: Beneath
Notes: Thank you to jule1122 for the wonderful beta.
Condom: Brian Kinney
The bells jingle, announcing Justin’s entrance. He ties on his apron and sets to work. Brian watches him, studies the way Justin’s t-shirt clings across his shoulders and gathers around his hips. It reminds Brian of the graceful slope of Justin’s back as it dips inward to meet the plump curve of Justin’s ass.
Justin bends over a table, exposing denim fit snugly between his legs. Brian remembers the salty-sweet taste hidden there, the tender skin; as familiar to Brian as the feel of his own cock...
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
They say nothing else to one another...
Still... it’s a start. |
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| Challenge #125: Season Three |
[Jul. 24th, 2009|01:55 pm] |
Title: Gravity
Notes: Sincere thanks to noteverything for her valuable, helpful beta.
Condom: Brian Kinney
Justin exited Woody’s and looked up at the empty night sky. He shivered, though the whiskey he drank earlier should’ve kept him warm.
He arrived at Ethan’s building; a place he’d thought would eventually become home, and headed up to the rooftop. They made love there once, sharing red wine from glasses Ethan found at a yard sale.
Justin looked up, facing skyward as the first snowflakes appeared. They swirled like loose feathers, spiraling downward, slowly succumbing to gravity, yet dissolving before touching his skin.
The thought clicked into place, they were like Ethan.
He saw but didn’t feel them. |
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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 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. 19th, 2009|02:09 pm] |
Title: From Gossip To Gossip
Notes: Much thanks to jule1122 for hand holding and beta'ing.
Condom: Vic (this means Vic has 1 and Brian has 0; evil grin)
While Ted and Emmett worked out on the leg machines, Emmett expressed his admiration; “An entire decade and they still can’t come to the gym without sneaking off to… come at the gym.”
“I wouldn’t call Justin sucking Brian off in the steam room ‘sneaking’.”
“More like flaunting.... I mean that in the best possible sense, of course.”
Ted concurred, “It is pretty impressive.”
Emmett pondered further, “But what about all the breakups?”
“All the more reason to be impressed. Besides, it was only three, moving doesn’t count.”
“Keeping tabs, Teddy?”
Ted spluttered a response and nervously resumed his workout. |
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| Challenge #120: Summer |
[Jun. 21st, 2009|07:32 pm] |
Title: Under the Bright Yellow Sunshine
Note: Hopped on the Father's Day bandwagon; no beta (to post on Father's Day)
Condom: Ben
At Britin this Father’s Day, Lindsay floated on a raft, watching Brian give Gus a shoulder ride in the pool, while Ben gave Hunter one. She saw Brian squinting at Justin who was dipping a toe in by the steps to check the water, which was perfect.
Meanwhile, Melanie slathered sunscreen on JR and Michael shouted, from under the cabana with Deb, Carl and Emmett, "Let it dry before swimming!"
Lindsay giggled, between an Italian father and a Jewish mother, her daughter would be minded well.
Lindsay looked around again and decided that between everybody, they’d all be watched over well. |
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| Challenge #117: Scream |
[May. 28th, 2009|11:28 am] |
Title: The Gay Anthem: Keep Dancing
Notes: Beta'd by the brilliant vl_redreign. Yay, thank you, Red!!
Condom: Daphne
Waiting for Brian to arrive fashionably late, Justin drinks Chivas Regal, while Emmett downs a Cosmo through a straw. They’re dishing on the tricks they’ve had, laughing so hard Justin’s stomach muscles hurt.
Since the bombing, there’s a spirit at Babylon that’s greater than before. Damned if these queers won’t celebrate the lives of those who died here and those who survive to fight on.
“He’s a brutal top,” Emmett points out.
“Looks like a screamer to me,” Justin says.
“Oh, he’s screamer,” Emmett assures, lifting his glass.
“And long may he sing,” Brian toasts, surprising them both from behind. |
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| Challenge #116: Loyalty |
[May. 27th, 2009|12:57 pm] |
Title: Friendship
Condom: Daphne
Brian was the first man that Daphne ever saw naked. He walked up to her and Justin, furious they had woken him up, while Justin was giving her a tour of the loft. After that, she understood Justin’s obsession with him; so cool, so charismatic.
Still, once Daphne lost her virginity to Justin, he became the only guy she thought about.
They never did it again, yet in her heart there was only him…until he dumped Brian for that creepy guy. After that, she resumed loyalty to Brian. She was inordinately pleased when Justin remembered his loyalty to Brian, too. |
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| Challenge #115: Brian |
[May. 15th, 2009|12:44 pm] |
Title: Never Enough
Warning: Set post-513 in NYC; un-beta'd
Condom: Daph
Justin answered the door to find himself immediately crushed, face forward, into Brian’s chest, with one of Brian’s arms locked tightly around him, and Brian’s other hand buried down the back of his jeans, already poking a finger insistently into Justin's asshole.
This may not have been so shocking if Justin hadn’t just gotten back to his shitty little apartment after saying his first goodbye to Brian, dropping him at the JFK airport—or if Justin weren’t wearing such tight-fitting jeans.
But Justin didn’t ask questions. Just answered with a huge hard-on and a well-timed thrust of his hips. |
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| Challenge #115: Brian |
[May. 13th, 2009|08:40 pm] |
Title: Bent
Warning: Set early s3; angst; un-beta'd
Condom: Daph
In the past, rage was the one emotion with which Brian had been on speaking terms, but not these days: not since Justin moved in with the street performer. And that acceptance doesn’t make Brian a hero. It just keeps him sane, one breath at a time.
Romance had been the one element of sexual attraction that Brian rejected. But what else would you call this, Brian sitting outside Liberty Diner, on a rainy night, waiting for Justin’s shift to end so he can offer him a ride?
But he does it. Because it’s the only way he can breathe. |
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| Challenge # 108: Darkness |
[Mar. 25th, 2009|11:37 pm] |
Title: A Cold Wait
Notes: Angst; no beta; Okay, I changed three words, I had to!!!
Condom: Justin
The awareness of my surroundings sets in like frost, making me cold. I lie in the dark, under the bed covers, in this unfamiliar room at Daphne’s. I’m woken by a dream, an amazing one.
Brian and I are fucking midair, having mind-blowing sex. Jesus, I'm still hard.
Every time I wake, the sharp crystallization of reality hurts. I wonder how everything got so fucked-up, how my life became the nightmare. I shiver as I reach for my cigarettes and lighter.
I light one and think, fuck it. At least, this beats the old nightmare with Hobbs bashing me.
Maybe. |
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| Challenge #96: 'tis the season |
[Dec. 27th, 2008|01:07 pm] |
Title: Small Flames Bring Light
Author: fun_demented
Note: As a half-Jewish girl, I had to give a shout out to Mel; no beta; I forgot JR, so I had to edit to amend!
Condom: Brian
Despite himself, Brian loves us. It has always been obvious to me how he feels about his son. And Lindsay, she’s Gus’ mom, and more. Brian loves Michael and Deb (always has, always will).
And me. Brian stopped denying that years ago, still proves it nightly under the sheets… over the couch, in the shower—
Ben, Hunter and JR, Ted and Emmett; he accepts them as part of his family… Mom and Molly, and Daphne, too.
Even Melanie. Tonight, standing beside her, Brian oozes pride as we watch Gus recite the Hanukkah prayers and light the menorah...
I am proud, too. |
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| Challenge #95: Cold |
[Dec. 11th, 2008|11:49 pm] |
Title: A Glass Notebook
Author: fun_demented
Notes: Angst; Justin's POV; No beta
Condom: 1 to Carl
I light a cigarette for the 25th time this day—once for every year, I muse sardonically, though it is neither funny nor accurate; I am still merely 22, not the lifetime older that I feel, since leaving Pittsburgh.
Exhaling a long drag, I squat near the ice-covered window and sip coffee (from a ceramic mug made by the girl I am staying with—Daphne’s friend).
I touch my finger to the pane. Its veil of frost melts beneath my fingertip. Suddenly, I am 17, writing Brian, Brian, Brian…trying to write each word faster than the last one disappears. |
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| Challenge #94: Dialog |
[Dec. 10th, 2008|12:26 am] |
Title: Fun with Justin
Author: fun_demented
Note:: Post 513: It's always good to confirm they're still at it, rated R, I counted contractions as two words, no beta (sorry), concrit always welcome, I hope this isn't stupid! *Covers eyes* LOL!
Condoms: 1 to Vic (because he is as interested in B/J sex as we are...XD)
( Cut to the Drabble… ) |
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| Not For Challenge |
[Dec. 6th, 2008|12:20 am] |
Title: Time
Warnings: Slightly Angsty...?
Notes: Hi...I thought it was sad that no one wrote for the art challenge (such a great challenge!), so I wrote this. Thanks goes to tweedygal for letting me know I can still post it here, even though it doesn't officially count. No beta. Please point out any errors you might find...constructive criticism welcome. Thank you!
Since their wedding engagement, Justin had several weeks before having to pack up his studio. He made use: Painting carefree; enjoying its lack of expensive furnishings—splatter upon accidentally and face the rage of Brian Kinney.
What Justin did not yet know was that this latest work (a still life, inhabited by borrowed pieces of Brian, expressed in his choice of hazel-green for the apples, the sleek curves of the polished-glass bowl, the simple lines of the blade laid beside them) would go unseen; placed into storage for years, before finally being hung on a wall in their country manor. |
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| Challenge #91: Blue Lights |
[Nov. 15th, 2008|09:05 am] |
Title: In His Sight
Author: Fun_Demented
Condom: Justin
Under the flickering changes in light and color that swirl over the dance floor, Brian watches as Justin’s body spins and head bobs to the tempo of the shifting lights. Blue lights turn blonde to white gold, then red lights color it strawberry. Justin’s mouth opens, and then glowing white teeth bite down on blood red, then blue, then purple lips.
Brian takes a hit of poppers and reels, forces his focus back onto his target. Justin’s dancing with a really hot guy, three others are dancing with Brian--none of them compare to the white-hot fire of Justin. |
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