| Gusmas 2012 |
[Jan. 1st, 2013|11:48 am] |
Title: Advanced Planning
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) jule1122
Prompt: Picture Prompt-Champagne
“Yes, yes, I will marry you.”
Justin was still reeling from those words, from the look on Brian’s face when he said them. He covered his face with his hands, took a deep breath, when he opened his eyes, Brian was holding a champagne flute out to him.
“You brought champagne? Really?” Justin laughed because only Brian. “I guess you were pretty sure of my answer.”
Brian set the glasses down and cupped Justin’s face in his hands. “There was no room for failure, not with this.”
Justin saw the truth in Brian’s eyes, “Okay,” he breathed into a kiss. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Jan. 1st, 2013|11:36 am] |
Title: All Good Things
Author: jule1122
Prompt: It's only time
Justin stared out their bedroom window, the city was quiet beneath them, covered in a blanket of white.
“Hey,” Brian came up behind him. “Your mother sent me to find you. It’s time for dinner.”
Justin leaned against him. “Okay.”
Brian turned him around, studied his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Justin shook his head. “Everything’s perfect. We’re here together,” he looked at their rings. “Our families are here for our fucking anniversary dinner, and you’re not even freaking out. It’s perfect.”
Brian pressed their foreheads together. “It’s not perfect. It’s just us.”
Justin relaxed, kissing Brian softly. Dinner could wait. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Jan. 1st, 2013|11:23 am] |
Title: Drunk Dialing
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Drunk and disorderly
“Love sucks.”
“Justin?” Daphne looked at the display on her phone. “Are you drunk?”
“Of course I’m drunk! You’d be drunk too if you were me.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m horney!” Justin shouted. “Brian was supposed to be here, but his flight was cancelled, and I’ve had a butt plug in for hours. I just want him to fuck me.”
Daphne couldn’t stop laughing. “It’s late, Justin. You should go to bed or call Brian.”
“He can’t fuck me through the phone. His dick’s not that big,” Justin’s speech slurred into a snore.
“Goodnight,” Daphne giggled again before hanging up. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Jan. 1st, 2013|11:15 am] |
Title: Marked
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Bed of Roses
“Ma, are you okay?” Michael looked at the red blotches covering her arms and neck. “Are those bruises?”
“I think they’re hickies.” Ted’s eyes widened when realized what he said. “A lot of hickies.”
“They’re not hickies!” Debbie shouted. Everyone in the diner turned to stare at her. “Mind you own fucking business.”
When most people resumed eating, she leaned down and whispered, “Carl thought it would be romantic to cover the bed with rose petals. It wasn’t until after,” she wiggled her eyebrows making Michael groan. “That we realized when we crushed them the color rubbed off on us.” |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Jan. 1st, 2013|11:08 am] |
Title: Throwing Caution to the Wind
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Fuck the phone
Brian opened the loft door to find Justin mid-rant. “Fancy meeting you here,” he said with a lift of his brow.
“Fuck you! If you think you’re going to play some kind of control freak games and leave me a fucking message telling me what to do, you’re wrong.”
Brian silenced him with a kiss “Since you decided not to stay in New York and avoid the blizzard, you should come in and warm up.”
Justin stomped in, slammed the door, and began pulling off layers of clothes before. “I still hate you,” he muttered as he kissed him back. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Jan. 1st, 2013|10:55 am] |
Title: Looking for Inspiration
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Kwanzaa
“Taste this,” Emmett thrust a spoon at Ted.
Taking a cautious bite, Ted set the spoon down. “Not bad. What is it?”
“African peanut and sweet potato stew. I’m not sure I have the spices down.”
“That’s a little adventurous for you,” Ted commented.
“I’m catering a Kwanzaa banquet at the community center. The director suggested a few recipes, and I’ve been going to the new Ethiopian restaurant on West Capital for ideas.”
“What a minute,” Ted eyed Emmett suspiciously. “Isn’t that the place Ben took us to where you said the chef was hot?”
“It’s legitimate research!” Emmett pouted. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Jan. 1st, 2013|10:32 am] |
Title: Chaos Reigns
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Christmas Day
Christmas in Pittsburgh was always crazy. Debbie and Michael both went crazy buying gifts for the kids. They barely had time to open them all before rushing off to an awkward brunch with Lindsay’s parents.
Then it was back to Debbie’s where the house was packed with people, noise, and a new stack of presents to open from Brian and Justin. By dinner, the kids were overstimulated, cranky and impossible to please.
Some day, Melanie and Lindsay promised themselves, they’d stay home for Christmas. They’d have a quiet day, just the four of them, before leaving for Pittsburgh. Some day |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Jan. 1st, 2013|10:19 am] |
Title: Replacement Therapy
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Christmas Eve
The first Christmas after the divorce, Jennifer worked a half day on Christmas Eve then realized she had nothing to do. Christmas Eve was always spent with Craig’s family. Molly was already with her father, and wouldn’t be home until late. Justin was God only knows where.
Determined not to feel sorry for herself, Jennifer went to an early movie then picked up Chinese food on the way home. She ended the evening with a few glasses of wine and the first Christmas special she found on TV.
Surprised to realize she’d enjoyed herself, Jennifer made it her new tradition. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Jan. 1st, 2013|10:10 am] |
Title: A Theater Near You
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Bigger, brighter, better
When a prominent studio sent a proposal for a Rage movie, Michael and Justin were skeptical. They met in New York, around the corner from a gallery displaying two of Justin’s paintings.
“No offense, but we’ve been down this road before,” Justin told them.
“Kellar was an amateur looking to make a name for himself. We just want to make a great movie.” The president explained before detailing the terms, the true amount of control they would have, the reality of what they would and wouldn’t show on screen.
Hopeful, but cautious, they left with a promise to consider it. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Jan. 1st, 2013|09:55 am] |
Title: Searching for What You Don't Know
Author: jule1122
Prompt: "I wanna feel you from the inside"
Brian woke from a fitful sleep, Justin warm and pliant against him. He reached for him instinctively, pressing a kiss into his hair. Justin made a quiet sound in his sleep, pushing closer to Brian.
Slipping down under the blankets, he spanned Justin’s ass with his hands, holding him open. Brian pressed his mouth to Justin’s hole, breathing deeply before he started licking, sucking.
Brian felt the moment Justin woke, held him still and stopped his protest with a whispered “Don’t.” When Justin relaxed, he pushed his tongue inside, knowing this was healing him in a way radiation never could. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 31st, 2012|11:39 pm] |
Title: Leave a Light On
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Solstice
“I’m going to Cara’s house to study. See you later,” Hunter yelled, reaching for the door.
“Just be home before dark,” Michael didn’t look up from the issue of Rage he was editing.
“Dude, I’m twenty not twelve, and it’s already dark.”
“What?” Michael set the comic down.
“It’s the middle of winter and that solstice thing isn’t till next week.” Hunter opened the door so Michael could see how dark it was. “It’s dark before I get out of class.”
“Well, be home before midnight, and make sure you actually study this time.”
Hunter saluted on his way out. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 31st, 2012|11:13 pm] |
Title: Team Building Exercises
Author: jule1122
Prompt: The gap between concept and execution
“What were you thinking?”
“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” Ted defended himself.
“Prada shopping sprees are a good idea. Flip-top lube bottles are a good idea. A Kinnetik softball team is a recipe for disaster.”
“We almost won,” Ted made it sound like a question.
“You were mercied in the third inning! Against the team from the diner,” Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. “You sprained your ankle, Cynthia has a black eye, and Todd from the art department broke his nose.”
“So you won’t be at our next game? We got you a shirt.” |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 31st, 2012|10:49 pm] |
Title: Last in a Long Line
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Somehow I always knew this would happen
“Come on, Brian, harder,” Justin demanded as he pushed his hips up to meet Brian’s thrust.
“Yeah, right there,” he moaned before squeaking.
Squeaking?
Brian turned around, and God dammit. “Mother Taylor.”
“Oh, God,” Jennifer had her hands over her eyes. “I heard Justin was home...I knocked. . .the door.”
“You didn’t shut the fucking door?” Justin hissed.
“I was too busy sucking you off,” Brian shot back. “I don’t recall you stopping to remind me.”
Brian turned his attention back to Jennifer. “We’ll meet you at the diner in an hour. I’m sure you can find your way out.” |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 31st, 2012|10:24 pm] |
Title: Waking Nightmare
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Picture Prompt-Red
Brian could barely see through a haze of red. He pushed his way into the building everyone else was fleeing, struggling to get his bearings. He choked on smoke, the air heavy with it.
Brian tried to ignore the flashing lights, the blaring of emergency signals. The longer he looked, the less he could see. Fear and anger overwhelmed him, and he could hear himself shouting, desperate. Where was he?
When he finally saw him, everything stopped. Brian took a breath but didn’t taste smoke. His eyes were clear, his heart no longer pounding with fear, his arms open.
Justin. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 31st, 2012|09:44 pm] |
Title: Change of Plans
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Cars, trains, buses, and planes
The first time Justin tried to take a bus to Pittsburgh, Brian emailed him a plane ticket. The second time he bought a bus ticket, Brian showed up at his apartment then dragged him to a hotel for the weekend.
He didn’t tell Brian the third time, only calling him from the station. Brian bitched the whole way back to the loft then tried to buy him a car.
“You’re ridiculous,” Justin laughed.
“Buses stink and are filled with serial killers and drunks,” Brian shuddered.
Justin rolled his eyes, but, hearing the worry Brian tried to hide, stuck with planes. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 31st, 2012|09:03 pm] |
Title: Missing the Expert Touch
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Hanukkah
“These are good, Grandma,” Gus tried to smile.
JR nodded while she drank half her glass of milk trying to swallow.
Debbie took the doughnuts off the table and threw them away. They were tough and greasy and most of the jam had escaped into the oil.
“Thanks for trying, kids.” Debbie gave each of them a few chocolate coins to make up for the doughnuts. “Now your Uncle Vic would have made sufganiyot fit for a king. He was a pastry chef, you know.”
“Did he make cookies?” JR asked.
“The best,” Debbie began. “I’ll tell you about them.” |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 31st, 2012|08:44 pm] |
Title: From the Ashes
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Picture Prompt-Fire
The fireplace in Ted’s room is already lit when he walks in with Blake, and he wonders if it looks like a set-up. Ted sits on the edge of the couch, staring nervously into the flames.
He meant his wish, but if Ted were going to wish for someone, it would be Blake. His face burns from that admission as much as it does from the heat.
“Ted,” Blake’s hand is gentle on Ted’s arm. “Nothing will happen unless you want it to.”
“And if I do?” Ted forces the words out.
“Then maybe we finally have our timing right.” |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 31st, 2012|08:11 pm] |
Title: Cracks in the Glass
Author: jule1122
Prompt: History repeats itself
Brian smiles at their reflection. “We should practice our first dance,” he teases, pulling Justin into his arms.
They circle the dressing room a few times, laughing and kissing. Brian dips Justin low, closing his eyes against the brightness of Justin’s smile.
When he opens them, Justin is on the floor, blood spreading beneath him. Brian scrambles back, crashes into the mirror and screams.
He screams until he wakes up, throat raw, heart pounding.
Hands shaking, he books the first flight to New York. He waits to call Justin until he’s in cab leaving the airport, his voice finally steady. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 31st, 2012|07:53 pm] |
Title: Not Another Romeo and Juliet
Author: jule1122
Prompt: You love me so much
“But she loves me.”
Even through the video connection, Brian hears the conviction and desperation in Gus’s voice.
“You’re only sixteen,” Lindsay begins.
Gus is in love with a waitress at the diner where he buses tables. She’s only twenty, not that much older, but already divorced, raising a three-year-old and an infant with no support. Exactly what Brian doesn’t want for his son.
Brian knows they’re right. Gus is too young and too sheltered to be what she needs; she’ll break his heart. But maybe, Gus is right.
“Justin and I will fly up this weekend to meet her.” |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 31st, 2012|06:59 pm] |
Title:Splish-Splash
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Torrential Downpour
Lindsay waits for the bus, struggling to hold on to the huge umbrella that does little to protect her from the rain and the wind. She smiles when JR gets off, a bright spot of yellow in her rain coat and boats.
“Come on, honey,” she urges her daughter under the umbrella. “Let’s hurry.”
But JR is never in a hurry. She jumps into a puddle, giggling when the water splashes them, before doing it again.
“JR, stop that!”
“But Mom,” JR singsongs, her smile bright. “It’s fun.”
Lindsay squeezes her hand, and they jump into the next puddle together. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 31st, 2012|06:15 pm] |
Title: Choking on the Truth
Author: jule1122
Prompt" Do you wanna hold me?
“Hold up,” Debbie stops Brian as he tries to sneak up the stairs. She steps closer and spots the bruise on his cheek. “What happened, and don’t tell me you fell again.”
“What’s it matter?”
Debbie forces him to look at her. “It matters to me.”
“And if I tell you,” Brian yells defiantly. “What are you going to do? Hug me and make it all better?”
“I would if you’d let me,” Debbie ignores Brian’s snort. “But you won’t; so I’m calling your mother and telling her you’re staying for the weekend.”
He nods, and they pretend it’s enough. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 31st, 2012|05:15 pm] |
Title: Welcome Surprise
Author: jule1122
Prompt: The last to know
Notes: 2 Drabbles
“Ma.”
Something in Michael’s voice makes Debbie stopped wiping down the counter and step out from behind the cash register. Michael is there with Ben, and they are both holding one hand of a small boy, Debbie would guess he’s five or six.
“Who is this?” She asks, bending down.
“This is Marcus,” Michael takes a deep breath. “Our son.”
“Your what!” Debbie can’t help shouting.
Marcus takes a step back toward Ben. “He’s our foster son for now, but we’ve been approved to adopt him. We couldn’t tell anyone until we were sure, until we could bring him home.”
( Welcome Surprise Part 2 ) |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 31st, 2012|04:30 pm] |
Title: Coming to Terms
Author: jule1122
Prompt: The hand you were dealt
Justin doesn’t get angry anymore. He stops when he needs to, letting Brian massage the cramps from his palm.
People ask him about it. Is he bitter, full of regrets, haunted by what could have been? He gives stupid, pat answers because he doesn’t know how to explain.
He thinks about how he used to draw, with careful lines and painstaking attention to detail, and knows it would never have been able to hold his anger, his pain the way his painting does. He paints now knowing those careful lines wouldn’t be broad enough to hold his joy, his love. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 31st, 2012|03:35 pm] |
Title: Better than The Notebook
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Just stay in and watch TV
Brian came home and found Justin and Daphne curled up on the couch watching Magic Mike. He didn’t say a word, just changed out of his suit before grabbing a spoon from the kitchen and sitting next to Daphne.
Eying the cartons of ice cream on the coffee table, Brian decided Butter Pecan was the least likely to completely ruin his diet. Pretending to be caught up in the strip dance currently playing, he silently took the caramel sauce Justin held out.
When the scene changed, he planted a sticky kiss on Daphne’s cheek. “I knew Dan was a dick.” |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 31st, 2012|11:03 am] |
Title: Words of Wisdom
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Losers
As each person in the circle spoke, Ted tried to concentrate on what they were saying instead of dreading his turn to speak. The counselor had started a discussion of things they’d lost to drugs, and Ted wasn’t ready to face his list of failures.
One of the angrier members of the group, Mark Ted thought, interrupted. “It’s not about what we lost. We’re just a bunch of losers. We started taking drugs because we’re losers. We couldn’t handle drugs because we’re losers. And we’ll probably start using again because we’re losers.”
Ted had a horrible feeling he was right. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 31st, 2012|10:32 am] |
Title: Unexpected Sanctuary
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Picture Prompt-Waterfall
Notes: 2 drabbles
Gus didn’t want to move to the country. He loved Toronto, and let his mothers know every chance he got. He could walk to his friends’ houses in Toronto; he could play on his computer without waiting for someone to hook up the internet. The country sucked. Fed up with his complaining as they tried to unpack, they sent him to explore the woods behind the house.
Gus hated the woods. They were hot and buggy and too quiet. Then he discovered the small waterfall at the edge of their property, and it became his favorite place in the world.
( Unexpected Sanctuary Part 2 ) |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 5th, 2012|08:48 pm] |
Title: Talking to Yourself
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Smells like snow
“It’s quiet here, peaceful. The diner’s always so damn noisy, and you’d think it’d be quiet at home, just me and Carl, but he keeps the TV louder than Grandma did. I’m this close,” Debbie pinched her fingers together, “to getting him a miracle ear for Christmas. That’ll teach him to fall asleep with the damn thing blaring half the night.”
Debbie took a deep breath of crisp, clean air. A light snow fell, sparkling in the sunlight. But Debbie couldn’t see past the headstone in front of her, couldn’t hear past the silence surrounding her.
“I fucking hate quiet.” |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 4th, 2012|08:59 pm] |
Title: Clarity
Author: jule1122
Prompt: On the outside, looking in
Notes: 2 drabbles
He sees him only one time. He’s on break from tour and catches an ad for a show of his work. The article calls him a “returning artist,” and he can’t help wondering if moving away meant moving on.
Ethan walks by the gallery the day before the show, and through the huge windows, he sees Justin for the first time since they broke up. He’s beautiful, his face serious and intent as he directs the placement of a painting.
He thinks about going in, surprising Justin. It would be different between them, better, now that they’ve both found success.
( Conclusion ) |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 2nd, 2012|08:49 pm] |
Title: Sharing Space
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Mine and yours
Packing sucked. Even with Lindsay taking the kids so she could work in peace, Melanie hated it. She started toward the closet with an empty box, but stopped, staring instead at the boxes stacked along the back wall, all neatly labeled “Lindsay,” untouched since she moved back home.
Melanie couldn’t stand the thought of setting boxes marked “Melanie” next to them. It felt wrong, like taking step backward.
She opened one of Lindsay’s boxes, moved half the contents into an empty box before filling both with her own things. Grabbing a marker, she firmly crossed out “Lindsay,” writing instead “Ours.” |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 1st, 2012|06:48 pm] |
Title: Bathed in Salt
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Such a shame
Notes: Title taken from The Clicks
The backroom is quiet, and the guy blowing Brian sucks, just not in the way he intended, so he can’t help overhearing.
“Did you hear about the kid, the one who was always with Kinney?”
“Dave said he got bashed at his prom by his ex. Guess he’s in a coma, and even if he wakes up, he’ll be scarred and crippled.”
“Too bad, he was hot.”
They barely pause as they pass Brian.
“Guess someone’s already moved on.”
“Damaged goods aren’t his style.”
Brian doesn’t even flinch, just tells the guy on his knees to hurry the fuck up. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 1st, 2012|07:07 am] |
Title: And the Dog Ate His Homework
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Picture Prompt-Bridge
“Sorry I’m late, Brian,” Ted rushed into the office. “There was construction.” He made a vague gesture.
“Where?”
“Where what?”
“Where was the construction?” Brian prompted.
“On the bridge,” Ted made it sound like a question.
“Which bridge?”
“The one on the way to work,” Ted stammered.
“Which bridge?”
“The yellow one,” Ted ran the words together.
“Well, that narrows down to about five,” Brian raised his brow. “Which bridge?”
“Does it matter?” Ted huffed.
“Details matter, Theodore. Which bridge?”
“Fine,” Ted threw up his hands. “I’m late because Blake distracted me in the shower.”
Brian smirked, “I knew it.” |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Nov. 28th, 2012|07:21 pm] |
Title: Indefinitely Postponed
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Jet Lag
Notes: For the purpose of this drabble, Paris was one of the first stops on Emmett and George's trip
Emmett finally visits Paris for a carter’s seminar, of all things. He pretends to be excited, but he’s secretly dreading it. Going alone, without George, even after all these years, seems cruel.
He arrives two days early after booking one night at a famous hotel he can’t afford for even that long.
He spends his entire stay on the balcony, looking at the Seine while sipping champagne and trying unsuccessfully to hold back tears, talking as though he’s not alone, as though there’s sitting next to him. Emmett knows George is listening.
Jet lag does funny things to a person. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Nov. 27th, 2012|08:55 pm] |
Title: I've Got Your Number
Author: jule1122
Prompt: If at first you don't succeed. . .
“This is a big boy party,” Brian taunts Justin on his way to the backroom. “Go find someone to play spin the bottle with.”
Justin rolls his eyes as Brian disappears. He’s dancing when Michael bumps into him.
“Brian doesn’t want you here,” Michael tells him, again. “Go home.”
Justin ignores him and keeps dancing, waiting. Michael doesn’t get it. Shoving a trick in his face, especially one who isn’t half as hot as he is, only proves how much Brian is trying to act like he doesn’t want him.
He’ll end up in Brian’s bed tonight, Justin knows it. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Nov. 26th, 2012|08:00 am] |
Title: Nothing to See
Author: jule1122
Prompt: "Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while, But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles. . ."
Brian waits until it’s too late to get a flight then almost turns back three times during the drive.
He’s spent the last week ignoring Justin’s moodiness and blaming incompetent employees for his own perpetual bad mood.
Until Michael gets fed up, demanding “Why are you even here?”
“Where else would I be?”
Michael glares at him, arms crossed, waiting.
“You can’t have an anniversary for a wedding that never happened,” Brian spits out before storming off.
He’s sure it’s a mistake; until Justin opens the door, his smile telling Brian what he already knows. This is where he belongs. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Nov. 25th, 2012|09:39 pm] |
Title: Follow the Stars
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Picture Prompt-Night Sky
Brian’s stretched out on the grass between the pool and the stables. “What are you doing out here?” Justin asks as he joins him.
He feels Brian shrug. “Michael and I use to do this,” he answers. “He had a book of constellations, but even at Debbie’s there were too many lights. We couldn’t see shit.”
It’s a clear night; the sky filled with stars. “What do you see now?”
It was meant to be a joke, but Justin finds himself holding his breath as Brian looks at the sky a moment longer before turning and meeting his eyes.
“Everything.” |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Nov. 25th, 2012|10:06 am] |
Title: Painful Platitudes
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Life isn't fair
When Michael asks one too many times for the latest toy they can’t afford or why his friends have fathers and he doesn’t, Debbie snaps, “Sometimes, honey, life just isn’t fair.” And the conversation is over.
Michael hates how helpless and unimportant the words make him feel.
He sits with Ben listening to Hunter shrug off another breakup. As his son dismisses the pain of being rejected because another girl panicked before learning Hunter is worth every challenge being positive poses, the same words burn against his tongue.
He never realized they hurt Debbie as much as they hurt him. |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Nov. 24th, 2012|11:09 pm] |
Title: New Look
Author: jule1122
Prompt: Red
“It’s red,” Vic said, tilting his head and staring at the wig Debbie held out for his inspection.
“I know!” Debbie smiled brightly and plopped it on her head. “Don’t you love it?”
Vic couldn’t see past its redness. But then he thought about the fried, unnaturally orange stands of hair that were Deb had left after their attempt to make her a platinum blonde. “Just like Marilyn Monroe,” she had pleaded, and Vic couldn’t say no.
He could see the same insecurity in her eyes as he reached over to adjust the wig. “It’s perfect, Sis,” he reassured her. |
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| Round Robin Drabble 32 |
[Sep. 26th, 2012|06:50 pm] |
Title: Beneath the Mask
Author: jule1122
Drabble Number: 32 follows Bite Your Tongue
Condom: Justin
Craig tuned out the officials speaking at his hearing. He couldn’t listen, couldn’t stand to hear them call him a criminal, to say what he did was a crime. He’d failed before, at his sentencing, listening to them and getting angry. Fucking judge had told him to control himself and sent him to prison.
He didn’t belong there; he wasn’t going back. Craig repeated it like a mantra. After today he would be free. He just had to stay calm, pretend to be sorry, just like the man said, and this would all be over. He would finish it today. |
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| Round Robinb Drabble #17 |
[Sep. 1st, 2012|06:06 pm] |
Title: Taking Charge
Author: jule1122
Drabble Number: 17 Follows Pass Right Through You
Condom: Brian
Brian immediately summoned a nurse.
“My partner, Justin Taylor, is in surgery,” he said without preamble. “I need an immediate update on his condition. As his next of kin, all treatments and decisions go through me. Is that understood?”
“Get Ted,” he barked at Michael. “I need the legal and medical files here NOW.” He turned to Lindsay. “Gus? Everyone?”
“Fine,” she reassured him.
Only later, waiting for Justin to come out of recovery, the doctor’s words running through his mind, “head trauma, previous injury, permanent damage,” did Brian begin to remember what happened. His eyes snapped open, “Motherfucking Craig.” |
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| Round Robin Drabble #16 |
[Aug. 31st, 2012|07:10 pm] |
Title: Pass Right Through You
Author: jule1122
Drabble Number: 16 follows He Doesn't Know
Notes: Title from U2's "So Cruel"
Condom: Justin
When Brian woke next, everything was clearer. While his body still felt heavy and drugged, the pain was localized to his shoulder. Michael and Lindsay sat in the corner, whispering.
“Justin?”
“Brian!” Lindsay tried to smile. “Do you remember what happened?”
He tried. The diner, a gun. Suddenly fear replaced the pain, replaced everything. “Justin,” he said urgently.
Lindsay bit her lip and took his hand. “He saved you. He saved all of us.”
“Where is he?” He tried to get up, struggling against the pain.
Lindsay urged him back down then exchanged a look with Michael. “He’s in surgery.” |
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