| *gusmas 2010 drabble* |
[Dec. 30th, 2010|06:39 pm] |
Title: In a Fucking Mall
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) noteverything
Prompt: December 9: Shopping. If I read it correctly, someone said they'd donate $50 for this prompt. I hope this works.
Notes: Again, so many sloppy kisses and thank yous to not_yet_defined. It was serendipitous (lol!) that you were here this afternoon!
“What are we doing?” Brian’s voice was clipped.
“We’re trying to decide on JR’s present,” Justin said, in a cheerful voice that only made Brian more irritated.
“No. What the fuck are we doing in a fucking mall looking at fucki-” Brian’s rant was cut off by a tug on his coat.
“Daddy, will you go look at the fountain with me? It’s all decorated and I think I saw an elf!”
Justin gazed steadily at Brian as he glanced up, then smiled down at his son. He scooped Gus up, heading toward the fountain.
“Of course we can, son.” |
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| *gusmas 2010 drabble* |
[Dec. 30th, 2010|06:25 pm] |
Title: No More Regrets
Author: noteverything
Prompt(s): December 30: "It wouldn't be New Year's if I didn't have regrets." ~William Thomas
Notes: Thank you so much to not_yet_defined for both her beta and encouragement. I really thought I'd never be able to write another drabble. But this is such a good cause, I'm glad I could. Happy New Year!
Time and time again, Justin had proven Brian completely wrong.
"I don’t believe in love, I believe in fucking...” That one was out the window so quickly that Brian spent the next five years pretending he hadn’t seen it fly past.
“The only thing worth celebrating is achievement...” Sure, that’s why Justin got a new car and a painting of his *own* cock on his 23rd birthday.
“No excuses, no apologies, no regrets...” That one took longer. But now, on New Year’s Eve, dressed for Babylon, Brian was online, booking the next available flight to New York. No more regrets. |
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| *Challenge #166: glitter* |
[Jul. 8th, 2010|08:29 am] |
Title: In Judgment Old
Notes: fun_demented planted the seed for this drabble a long time ago, I finally got around to using it. &hearts And it wouldn't be written at all without the fantabulous beta skills of jule1122. As always, thank you, my friend.
And the condom goes to: Mod's choice.
Hung over and irritable, Jack waited for his breakfast. When Claire began to whine about curfew, he shot her a warning glance and she clammed up.
Draining his juice glass, Brian stood to take it to the sink. As he walked past Jack, something on his neck flashed and caught Jack’s eye.
“What the fuck?” Jack grabbed Brian’s arm. “Is that glitter?”
Brian jerked away. “None of your goddamn business,” he sneered. His father wasn’t interested in the truth, and he wasn’t worth lying to.
Jack grabbed for him again, but Brian kept walking.
He never spent another night there. |
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| *Challenge #162: Glasses* |
[Jun. 9th, 2010|04:11 pm] |
Title: Three Hundred Percent
Notes: Beta'd by the incredible jule1122. &hearts It's a lot like my last one, but not.
And the condom goes to: Mod's choice.
"Fuck!”
Justin looked up from his sketch to see Brian leaning in close to his computer screen.
“Something wrong?”
“This site is totally fucked...I can’t read anything.”
“That’s because you need glasses.”
“I don’t fucking need glasses!”
“Of course you don’t,” Justin snorted. “Not if you increase the font to like, three hundred percent.”
Brian glared at Justin before rubbing his eyes and the bridge of his nose, then looking at the screen again.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
“What was that?” Justin asked. “I couldn’t hear you!”
Laughing, he ducked as the wireless mouse sailed his way. |
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| *Challenge #162: Glasses* |
[Jun. 7th, 2010|04:29 pm] |
Title: Twenty Twenty
Notes: Thank you to my most wonderful beta, jule1122. xoxo. It's been a while and I missed this place! Oh!! And HAPPY BIRTHDAY, vl_redreign!!!!!
And the condom goes to: I'll let the mods choose...
“Fucking tiny type! I can’t read a damn fucking thing!” Debbie squinted at the TV Guide, moving it back and forth. “Give me your glasses.”
Vic peered over the top of said glasses and said, “No! Get your own!” before returning to the newspaper.
“I don’t *need* glasses, thank you very much,” Deb snorted indignantly.
Moments later, the glasses were snatched off his nose and perched on Debbie’s.
“Dammit! Gentlemen Prefer Blondes started 20 minutes ago!” She grabbed the remote and began pressing buttons.
Vic stared for a moment. Then, chuckling, he shook his head and returned to his paper. |
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| Challenge #152: mess |
[Mar. 28th, 2010|11:33 pm] |
Title: Hell to Pay
Author's Note: This was written together with noteverything. I'm tickled to get the chance to do this again!! Love you, Tweedy!
And the condom goes to: The Loft, cause it was love to Justin!!
“Ma’s gonna be so pissed!” Michael spluttered.
“Take it easy, Mikey. Deb’ll never know.” Brian was already filling the sink with hot sudsy water.
“Yeah, right! If we don’t clean up this mess fast, there’ll be hell to pay.”
“So Vic wanted to make dinner, big fucking deal.”
“It is a big deal, Brian! He’s really sick and needs to rest. Ma needs my help to keep an eye on him while she’s working because he can’t afford another setback.”
Both of them glanced at the exhausted man in the worn recliner, met each other’s eyes, and wordlessly continued cleaning. |
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| *Challenge #151: Author's Choice* |
[Mar. 22nd, 2010|11:11 pm] |
Title: Teddy's Got Game
Notes: Thank you to the lovely vl_redreign for the super speedy beta and to my "anonymous little tiny helper." She was going to be my co-writer, but she just doesn't see herself as a writer like I do! <3
And the condom goes to: Babylon.
Brian was adding weights to his bench when Emmett, lounging against a rowing machine, let out a long, low whistle. Brian craned his head to look past Emmett. "Hot," he declared.
"Hot? That's the best you can do?” Emmett scoffed. “Hot?"
Brian shrugged, still looking at the long, lean man. "Do you have something better to call him?"
"Sex on legs?"
Brian snorted.
Emmett huffed. "Fine then, asshole. Fiery...smoking...broiling."
Brian snorted even louder. "So now he's a brisket?"
They continued to argue loudly. And neither of them noticed when the hottie walked out of the gym with Ted. |
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| *Challenge #151: author's choice* |
[Mar. 18th, 2010|10:36 pm] |
Title: Last Black Shirt
Notes: Thank you to the infinitely patient ahaw9913 for her beta. Not only did she help me with a scene that kills her, she spent LOTS of time and energy doing it! *hugs* I used six words from my lovely fiancee fun_demented for this one. They are: mirror, back, wall, trapped, anger and walk.
And the condom goes to: Liberty Diner.
Brian stared into the mirror. Nothing he saw pleased him. Unaccountably, his frustration morphed into white hot anger and he ripped off the black shirt and started again.
Justin never glanced his way, but Brian knew what he’d see reflected back at him in Justin’s eyes would be even worse than what he saw in himself.
Refusing to be trapped by Justin’s pity and unwilling to admit that he even cared, Brian ripped off yet another shirt, tossing it against the wall. He grabbed the last black shirt in his closet, pulled it on and walked out of the loft. |
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| *Challenge #151: author's choice* |
[Mar. 17th, 2010|10:39 am] |
Title: Tea and Sympathy
Notes: I am ashamed to admit that I didn't even know what the prompt was this week. I asked for some prompts last night just to get me going and writing *something,* then I find out that it's author's choice! Perfect. Thanks to thymewriter for her quick beta and thanks to all of you that gave me words...I just went with the first one: tea.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney. No? Ok then, Babylon.
Debbie was pulling a huge dish of lasagna out of the oven when Emmett walked in. She was chattering a mile a minute to Justin while Vic danced with a cheese grater to the blaring music. No one seemed to hear the phone ringing.
“If you ask me, that son of a bitch needs a good ass-kicking,” Debbie said as she set the dish on the counter, “and I don’t care if he *is* Brian-fucking-Kinney, I’ll be glad to do it.”
Em grabbed the phone. “Mother Deb’s House of Tea and Sympathy,” he deadpanned. “Take a number!" |
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| *Challenge #149: Theodore Schmidt* |
[Mar. 3rd, 2010|04:20 pm] |
Title: Invisible
Notes: It's been a long time since I drabbled, but Besa's back *and* this is fun_demented's host week *AND* she gave me a boost with three words for a drabble, so I had to write something! Totally UN-beta'd, 'cause time is almost up, but outlander did help help with logistics. Thanks my dear!
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney
Ted leaned alone against the pillar, mindlessly swirling his champagne flute. The crowd swirled too, vivacious and lively around him. Another cork popped and a cheer went up; Lindsay’s opening was a rousing success.
Ted scanned the crowd, picking absently at a loose button with his fingernail. Emmett hugged Melanie, encouraging the trannies as they worked the crowd. Em was in his element.
A server sashayed by. Ted raised his glass, indicating he wanted a refill. But the server was intent on someone else and never noticed Ted.
Ted sighed. It was the story of his life. He was invisible. |
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| *Challenge #146: Family* |
[Feb. 3rd, 2010|04:44 pm] |
Title: About Time
Notes: Thank you to the wonderfully patient ahaw9913 for her help with this drabble and for putting up with me all week while I slept through our dates for writing together. I love writing with her, but this week it just didn't work out.
And the condom goes to: Ben Bruckner
After they got Michael home from the hospital and installed on the sofa, Hunter retreated to his room to unpack. He’d told Ben and Michael he’d start looking for a job the next day.
As Ben tucked a blanket around Michael and settled next to him, Michael resolutely said, “I think it’s time to adopt Hunter.”
Ben blinked. “I’m not sure the timing is right at all. We just got you home; things are still so unsettled…”
“This is not about us, Ben,” Michael said. “Right now, Hunter needs to know we need him even more than he needs us.” |
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| Challenge #145: injury |
[Jan. 25th, 2010|01:34 am] |
Title: Helpless
Author's Notes: This drabble was co-written with the amazing noteverything. It truly is a gift to be able to work with someone so talented and generous!
And the condom goes to: Emmett
He’s got to stop. Just seeing that hideous red mark of violence on a body that’s already dealt with way too much violence makes me sick. But fuck, he’s not going to stop just because I tell him to.
And now he's out the door, in that fucking pink target of a t-shirt.
I sit, scrubbing my face with helpless hands, trying to figure a way out. But he’s not fucking listening to me, and I can’t think of anything to do. I just hope all the pieces will still be here to pick up when it's over.
Fuck. |
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| *Challenge #144: Four words |
[Jan. 19th, 2010|10:22 pm] |
Title: L'altra Notte in Fondo al Mare
Notes: Thank you to vl_redreign for the beta! Four words: burn, rug, glass, ease
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders
Ted lay holding a glass gingerly on his chest as Emmett banged around the kitchen. The rug was practically his new home, even though his back was better. He liked to relax there after visiting Dr. Mark, letting the high ease through him, aided by a stiff drink.
Emmett rambled on; something about how he’d almost burned his cheese tartlets while he was on the phone with Vic. He never paused to see if Ted was really paying attention.
Ted felt a twinge of guilt, but it passed quickly. He took another sip of his drink and drifted away again. |
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| *Challenge #144: Four words* |
[Jan. 16th, 2010|10:27 am] |
Title: Heating Up
Notes: This is from a bunny the divine and lovely happier_bunny gave me last week for the kiss challenge. I never got around to writing it, so I used it for this week. Thanks to Bunny also for the beta this morning! xoxo
Four words: burn, rug, glass, ease
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders
“Shit!” Justin pulled his scarf tighter as they left Woody’s. It was so cold his eyes burned.
“Be careful,” Brian said as he eased down the steps. “These stairs are like glass.”
Justin followed, teeth chattering. When they reached the sidewalk, Brian wrapped his arms around Justin, pulling him in for a kiss. His tongue wrapped around Brian’s, warming him from within. When the kiss ended, Justin sighed.
“Snug as a bug in a rug,” he said contentedly.
Brian snorted and pulled at Justin’s jacket. “Come on. We need to go home so I can fuck some sense into you.” |
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| *Challenge #144: Four words* |
[Jan. 15th, 2010|11:37 pm] |
Title: Soon
Notes: Thank you to _alicesprings for her quick beta. I appreciate it!
Four words: burn, rug, glass, ease
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders
Fingers drumming against the glass tabletop, Justin sat, wondering what the hell had just happened. He rubbed absently at his neck, attempting to ease the tension building there. Moments away from fucking on the rug, and Brian pulled away?
“Cold hands, my ass,” thought Justin.
He looked toward the bedroom, watching as Brian stripped down to his briefs and crawled into bed, turning away without a glance toward Justin.
Justin got up and poured himself a shot, grimacing as the liquid burned his throat. Something was eating at Brian, but they were partners now. He would tell him soon enough. |
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| *Challenge #143: kiss* |
[Jan. 6th, 2010|05:26 pm] |
Title: Sweeter than Wine
Notes: Thank you to my favorite not-beta on earth, besamislabios. *smackles you to bits*
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders.
Brian had stopped at Woody’s for a drink after work, but it hadn’t satisfied him. When he got to the loft, Justin was lounging on the sofa with a drink and the remote, watching some Brett Keller disaster. Without looking Brian’s way, he said, “Hey...there’s food if you’re hungry.”
Brian peeked into a styrofoam container and grimaced. He wasn’t in the mood for a diner sandwich. He looked over at Justin, engrossed in the movie.
He wandered over, sat down beside Justin and kissed him soundly, tongue wrapping around warmth and whisky and wonder -- exactly what he’d been craving. |
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| *author's choice* |
[Jan. 2nd, 2010|10:57 pm] |
Title: Blame It on the Punch (and Justin)
Notes: Thank you to xie_xie_xie for her beta on short notice! This is based on a bunny that not_yet_defined posted a while back at ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) qaf_bunnies, requesting something based on the icon I used here. Thanks NY, for the idea! Icon by the incomparable url_grl over at Live Journal.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney.
Later, Brian blamed the spiked office party punch. And Justin.
Never mind that Brian had spiked (and drunk a lot of) it himself -- and encouraged Justin when he’d started singing and dancing to “Santa Baby” during Ted’s holiday toast.
It had become obvious that Ted was rambling and wasn’t going to stop without some sort of intervention. So when Justin started singing and pushing his ass against Brian’s crotch, Brian felt it was his duty as the boss to sing along, loudly, grinding into Justin as he did.
Later, Brian also felt that Ted’s subsequent raise was worth it. |
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| *The 37 Days of Gusmas* |
[Nov. 29th, 2009|10:43 pm] |
Title: Where It’s Snowing
Author: noteverything
Prompt: First Snow
Notes: Unbeta’d...all mistakes are mine. This is for the amazing fun_demented, for more reasons than I could ever say. &hearts
I took the idea from a drabble I wrote last year for the 100 drabbles jule1122 and I did for the 100th prompt in qaf_drabbles. Sort of a prequel, if you will.
“George! You have to come see!” Emmett’s voice rang through the room as he hurried in to rouse George from his easy chair near the roaring fire. “First snow of the season!”
Emmett, dressed all in white right down to his fur-topped boots, was grinning from ear to ear as he handed George his coat and mittens. “It’s so beautiful,” Emmett exclaimed.
George let himself be pulled out into the yard and spent the rest of the afternoon with the love he never thought he’d find, building a snowman with a red scarf and a pickle for a nose. |
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| *Challenge #141: Friendships* |
[Nov. 17th, 2009|12:11 pm] |
Title: Best Laid Plans
Notes: This is a double drabble, by ahaw9913 and me. We liked writing together so much last week that we decided to do it again. And, since QaF is so wrapped up in friendships, we decided to intermingle four friends. Hope you like it...we had so much fun thinking of ideas and writing it!
And the condoms go to: Two for Brian Kinney!
( Best Laid Plans ) |
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| *Challenge #140: Season Five* |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|11:07 pm] |
Title: Well Worth It
Notes: This drabble was conceived by ahaw9913 and co-written by both of us. This is the first time I've co-written a "serious" drabble and it was so much fun! *hugs Rhonda tightly* I am so glad you wanted to write with me.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney, but of course!
"Brian...I won’t take this tip, it’s too much.” Justin tossed the bills back on the bar and turned away.
“I heard you had to make bail,” Brian shrugged, a glimmer of a smile playing across his lips. “You need it.”
Turning back quickly, Justin said, “Who told you?”
Brian shrugged. “Doesn’t matter,” he said, pushing the bills back. “Besides, I’d have paid a lot more to see you stand up against that asshole.” Pulling on his jacket, he walked out of the diner.
Justin stared at the door for a long moment, then, smiling broadly, got back to work. |
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| *Challenge #136: Emmett* |
[Oct. 13th, 2009|11:23 pm] |
Title: Nothing to Cry About
Notes: No beta, all mistakes are mine. I apologize for not having this beta'ed, but I just wanted to write *something.* Feel free to let me know if it sucks.
And the condom goes to: Blake Wyzecki.
It was a standing joke among his staff and his friends. If there was a wedding, you could count on Em to bring the waterworks. He’d cried at every wedding he’d planned, even for the most annoying clients. His display at Carl and Debbie’s wedding was practically legendary and his friends never missed an opportunity to tease him about it.
So, when the day finally arrived for Emmett’s own wedding, everyone expected a monumental scene. Surprisingly, he stood tall and proud and never shed a tear. He’d finally found the love of his life. He had nothing to cry about. |
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| *Challenge #134: Past Events* |
[Sep. 30th, 2009|12:54 pm] |
Title: Lunch Break
Notes: It's been a loooooong time since I drabbled, so forgive my rustiness. Thank you so, so much to jule1122 for the beta *and* the encouragement.
And the condom goes to: Michael Novotny
Brian sat alone in the cafeteria. For the first few days at his new school, he’d sat with the jocks, but quickly grew sick of them and their cloyingly attentive girlfriends. Now he avoided them, the scowl on his face defying anyone to approach.
He watched a dark-haired boy walk past with his lunch tray, flanked by two kids taunting him and grabbing at a comic book stuffed in his back pocket. Brian couldn’t help but notice the kid’s flushed cheeks and the slight erection he was sporting.
Smiling to himself, Brian thought, “Finally. Someone worth getting to know.” |
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| *Challenge #126: Quotations* |
[Aug. 4th, 2009|05:44 pm] |
Title: Dirty Old Men
Notes: Thank you to besamislabios for the not-beta. The quote I used *again* is "What a dump!"
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney.
Justin surveyed the bar, lips curling in distaste.
“This is like some kind of bad movie. What a dump!” he said, shuddering.
Brian shrugged, leaning closer to Justin and whispered in his ear, “A deal’s a deal, Sunshine. You said if Michael and Ben’s foundling could pick up dirty old men you could too.”
Brian pulled back, adding, “What’d we agree on? One blow job for every drink some creep buys you.” He tapped the table in front of Justin. “You’d better get to work.” he smirked.
Without a word, Justin turned to the man next to him and smiled. |
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| *Challenge #126: Quotations* |
[Aug. 4th, 2009|05:14 pm] |
Title: Better than Nothing at All
Notes: Thank you to my beta jule1122. I &hearts you! Marathoning 511 today probably spawned this one. I used the quote "What a dump!"
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney
Daphne surveyed Justin’s new studio. He watched her intently, eyebrow raising slightly when she looked his way.
“Well?”
“What a dump!” she exclaimed. “Justin, what were you thinking? And what’s that smell?” she added, nose wrinkling.
“I was thinking I need a place, and this is all I can afford.”
“You could move back in with me,” Daphne offered, mollified by the sadness in Justin’s eyes. She reached out, and he pulled her into his arms.
“Are you sure you can’t work something out with Brian?” she asked.
“I’m sure.” Justin said.
She closed her eyes and held him tightly. |
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| *Challenge #126: Quotations* |
[Aug. 3rd, 2009|02:55 pm] |
Title: Daphne Chanders and the Slytherin Blanket
Notes: Behind the cut, since it's a double drabble, this is dedicated to my fellow Draco! lovers...you know who you are! Not-beta'd by besamislabios. The quotes I used are "He's to die for." and "You just brought over all those owls, with all those...eyes."
And the condoms go to: Brian Kinney...TWO!
( drabbles ) |
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| *Challenge #126: Quotations* |
[Aug. 3rd, 2009|02:29 pm] |
Title: Bad Scary Movie, aka Translated Poorly
Notes: Thank you to my little sis besamislabios for her sense of humor and the not-beta. The quote I used is "Don't touch me."
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney.
Justin paused, contemplating his sketch. He was working in a quiet studio on the fifth floor of the art building. Lost in his work, it was all he could do not to scream when an arm reached out and grabbed him.
“Fuck!” he blurted out.
“Sorry. I said your name twice…” Ethan’s smile faltered as Justin glared. He reached for him again.
“Don’t touch me!,” Justin said, pulling away. “And stop stalking me.”
Ethan cooed, “But, baby...” Justin felt sick.
“I mean it, you bastard,” Justin gritted out. “Leave me alone.” He grabbed his portfolio and walked out the door. |
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| *Challenge #126: Quotations* |
[Aug. 3rd, 2009|02:09 pm] |
Title: All the While
Notes: Thank you to the lovely besamislabios for the not-beta. Brian really needs to win this week so he can *FINALLY* get three wins in a row...don't you agree? The quote I used is "You belong with me."
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney.
Ted laughed out loud as Blake swished past him, turning to ski backwards and poke his tongue out at Ted before he turned back around and continued down the kiddy slope. He couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d been happier. The timing was finally right and he knew it more surely than he’d ever known anything.
Later that night as they settled into a warm sofa in front of a blazing fire at the ski lodge, Ted took Blake’s hand and said, “You belong with me.” Blake simply nodded and pulled Ted’s hand up to kiss it. |
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| *Challenge #125: Season Three* |
[Jul. 28th, 2009|03:46 pm] |
Title: Relax
Notes: Thank you to my terrific beta, jule1122!
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney.
Justin pulled Brian closer, circling his waist with his legs. Their groans filled the loft as Brian’s hips snapped again and again into Justin’s. Brian reached between them to wrap his hand around Justin’s cock, and with a low moan, he came, pulsing hard into Justin’s ass.
After a bit, Justin stirred, reaching for his clothes.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to work. Duncan’s expecting those mock-ups."
“Relax,” Brian grinned, reaching up to tug Justin back down to the bed. “I talked to Duncan before we left for lunch and told him you’d be working under me this afternoon.” |
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| *Challenge #125: Season Three* |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|06:29 pm] |
Title: After Work
Notes: Thank you to my dear besamislabios for the not-beta. There was a moment of concern when she thought Bob and Brad were twins, but we've concluded they're not. And if they are, then it's *really* weird. :D
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney
Justin was on the floor, howling with laughter. “I couldn’t believe it! Brad and Bob boffing in the bathroom!” Wiping at his eyes, Justin snatched the joint from Brian’s lips.
Brian chuckled, grabbing the joint back and holding it out of Justin’s reach. “Those dimwits were made for each other.”
Reaching over to pull Justin to him, he kissed him, his tongue licking slowly over Justin’s lower lip before he pushed into his mouth. After a moment he stopped and said, “Besides, you shouldn’t be gossiping about work.”
Stealing the joint back again, Justin smiled and said, “Yes, Mr. Kinney.” |
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| *Challenge #125: Season Three* |
[Jul. 23rd, 2009|05:06 pm] |
Title: I Never Loved Him, Part II
Notes: Always, thanks to my beta, jule1122.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney
It only took a few minutes to make the call about tuition and not much longer to pack up the computer. All that was left was to sit back and wait for Justin to arrive.
After a perfunctory token protest, Justin accepted the tuition, and although he seemed surprised that Brian wanted him to take the computer as well, he didn’t turn it down.
After Justin left, Brian sat in the dwindling light with the glow of Brando on the television and told himself again and again, “A deal’s a deal.” It had nothing at all to do with love. |
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| *Challenge #125: Season Three* |
[Jul. 23rd, 2009|04:21 pm] |
Title: I Never Loved Him, Part I
Notes: Thank you to my fabulous beta, jule1122! She does *wonders,* I tell you!
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney
Brian had been repeating it all week. He’d never loved Justin. Why the hell didn’t anyone believe him when he said he was fine without him?
He’d picked up the phone three times before he finally made the call. By the time he arrived at the loft, Brian was well-fortified with alcohol and marijuana. And when he had him naked and spread out on the bed, it almost worked, even if the hair under Brian’s fingers wasn’t quite the exact shade and the noises he made had the wrong timbre.
It wasn’t right, but it was all he had. |
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| *Challenge #124: at the gym* |
[Jul. 22nd, 2009|01:04 pm] |
Title: Justin, at the Gym
Notes: Thank you to the lovely notreallyme10 for the beta. I'm happy to have the chance to give Brian a condom again. It seems like it's been FOREVER.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney
Justin had only been at the gym for 10 minutes and already he’d had three guys pass him phone numbers. A tall guy with very nice pecs had just offered to spot him, and he wasn’t even lifting weights.
He chuckled to himself as he pedaled, watching guys ogle each other as they worked out.
When Brian came sauntering out of the steam room later, three men were there instantly, offering to spot him. Ignoring them, he winked at Justin.
“No wonder Brian comes to the gym all the time,” Justin thought. “It’s Babylon with ab machines and spin class!” |
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| *challenge #123: Babylon* |
[Jul. 13th, 2009|02:41 pm] |
Title: Blinded
Notes: Double-drabble, a gift for the delightfully charming fun_demented for all the wonderful help and encouragement she's given me for several weeks now, helping me with ideas for drabbles. I don't think I could have written for Cuddle Day or Clusterfuck without her. This is based on a bunny from her specifically for the Babylon challenge and includes a photo, which I will place below the cut along with the drabbles. Thank you to my lovely besamislabios for the not-beta.
And the condom(s) go to: Ted Schmidt.
( Blinded ) |
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| *Challenge #122: Money* |
[Jul. 8th, 2009|04:15 pm] |
Title: The Best Things in Life are Free
Notes: As it so often is with my drabbles...this is a bunny from happier_bunny and it's not-beta'ed by beasmislabios. *smooches both of you* I changed it up a little, hope you don't mind, Bunny!
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders
Justin sidled up to Brian, who was leaning against the catwalk railing with Michael.
“Hey,” he said, “I brought you something.”
Brian sighed, attempting to look disinterested. “What’d you pierce this time?”
Michael snorted.
Justin pulled a wad of bills from his pocket.
“It’s my first repayment for using your credit card,” Justin offered, holding out the money to Brian, who glanced at it briefly.
“You forgot to add the interest.”
Justin smiled up at Brian and reached over to cup his dick. “I thought I’d give it to you in the backroom,” he said quietly.
Brian led the way. |
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| *Challenge #121: Sunshine* |
[Jun. 27th, 2009|11:27 pm] |
Title: I'll Bring the Sun
Notes: Thank you to the wonderful jule1122 for the beta.
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor
Brian’s day had been for shit. He’d woken with a raging headache and a raging hard-on and no Justin to help him with either.. He drove to work in the pouring rain, not realizing he didn’t have an umbrella until he stopped for coffee.
He had promised Justin he’d pick him up from school that day, but was 30 minutes late because he’d been stuck on a conference call. Even so, Justin got in cheerfully, dripping all over the leather seats, and flashed him a smile.
And just like that, Brian felt better. All he’d needed was a little Sunshine. |
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| *Challenge #121: Sunshine* |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|10:33 pm] |
Title: It's a Sunshine Day
Notes: Thank you to my invaluable beta, jule1122. From a bunny from the ultimate bunny, happier_bunny!
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor, of course!!
Sunshine fills the loft as Justin wakes, shafts of golden light dancing across his face. Brian is between his legs, kissing along the insides of his thighs and pushing them apart as he nuzzles languorously down to his ass. He stops, hair sticking up in a million different directions, and looks up sleepily at Justin.
“Mornin’” he drawls before he pushes Justin over onto his stomach and buries his face in his ass again. Justin stretches lazily and closes his eyes against the sunlight, content to relax and let Brian do all the work. He loves waking up with Brian. |
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| *Challenge #120, Summer* |
[Jun. 22nd, 2009|05:02 pm] |
Title: Like Fourteen Miles Away
Notes: For the wonderful qafmaniac, a teeny partial payment to her for my amazing new summery layout. It fits in quite nicely with the current prompt! Thank you so much, my dear. Also, hugs to jule1122 for her wonderful beta skills. (I really wanted to title this "I'm Drowning So Come Inside," but that seemed too weird even for me.)
And the condom goes to: Ben Bruckner
The sun reflected brightly off the teal tiles as Justin swam. Brian tanned on a chaise nearby.
“Come swim with me,” Justin said, grinning up at Brian from the edge of the pool.
“Nope,” said Brian. “I’m fine here.”
“You never swim,” said Justin, suddenly suspicious. “This is the third weekend this summer we’ve stayed at Britin, and you haven’t swum one singl--.”
“Let it go, Justin.” Brian interrupted, a tone of warning in his voice.
Justin paused as realization dawned.
“You can’t swim!” he accused.
Justin ducked as the chaise pillow Brian threw in response flew past his head. |
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| *Challenge #118: St. James Academy* |
[Jun. 10th, 2009|04:48 pm] |
Title: Friday Night Flashback
Notes: Last minute pornish stuff. For the lovely (and insatiable!) besamislabios and happier_bunny. I &hearts you two! Thank you very much to notreallyme10 for the beta.
And the condom goes to: Ben Bruckner
“Brian! Have you seen my tie? I’m late for school!”
Brian flashed instantly back to Friday evening. Stripping off Justin’s St. James blazer and white shirt while he squirmed under his touch. Justin pulling impatiently at his striped tie until Brian took it from him. Using it to tie Justin’s wrists behind him. Removing his pants and bending him over the sofa, pulling down his briefs as Justin moaned in anticipation. Holding on to his bound wrists as he fucked him, reveling in the way Justin pulsed perfectly around him.
“Check the sofa,” Brian said.
Blushing, Justin retrieved his tie. |
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| *Challenge #115: Brian* |
[May. 19th, 2009|04:18 pm] |
Title: Beg Me
Notes: More thanks to besamislabios for the not-beta and to fun_demented for her musings about Brian's amazing voice.
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders.
“Justin.”
Brian’s voice was low; silky and sexy. It shot straight through Justin, making his dick hard in an instant. Justin’s eyes closed and he leaned back into Brian as he whispered in Justin’s ear.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, hands running down Justin’s chest, “but first I’m going to make you beg.” The low rumble of Brian’s voice made Justin moan.
“Do you want me?” Brian continued. “My cock ramming into you?”
As Brian’s hand found Justin’s dick, he squeezed and murmured, “Beg me, Justin.” His breath, hot against Justin’s ear, hitched as Justin began to plead. |
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| *Challenge #115: Brian* |
[May. 19th, 2009|04:13 pm] |
Title: Feel Your Fingers Burn
Notes: Thanks to my little sister besamislabios for the not-beta.
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders.
Brian was in control. Stalking Babylon, bolstered with plenty of alcohol and his favorite “vitamin” mix, he always conquered the hottest, the newest, the kinkiest prey. They practically fell to their feet before him and he never lost his command. This was his dominion and everyone knew it.
Except Justin. It didn’t matter if the kid was trying to catch Brian’s attention or not, he did. Often. And even while he was dragging Justin to the backroom for a blowjob, or waking up to find him snuggled against him, Brian would never admit that he was completely out of control. |
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