| *Challenge #141: Friendships* |
[Nov. 17th, 2009|12:11 pm] |
Title: Best Laid Plans
Notes: This is a double drabble, by ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) 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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| *Challenge #115: Brian* |
[May. 19th, 2009|03:54 pm] |
Title: Find My Way Back Home
Notes: Not-beta'd by the lovely besamislabios. I wanted a drabble that was ALL Brian...it's so hard to separate him from Justin for this challenge because he brings out the things I think are best about Brian. It's still got Deb and Michael, but it's really just Brian.
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders
Brian sat alone, savoring the silence. Men had been in and out of the loft all day, delivering boxes, shuffling furniture, tuning out Michael’s fidgety directions and stepping gingerly around Debbie as she unpacked kitchen items.
He’d managed to oust them at dusk, ignoring Michael’s baleful look when Brian refused to meet him later at Babylon.
Pouring himself two fingers of Beam, he relished his freedom, wandering around his new place, bare feet slapping up the steps and back down. He relaxed on the sofa, smoking and sipping his drink. After years of hard, hard work, he was finally home. |
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| *Challenge #115: Brian* |
[May. 13th, 2009|05:39 pm] |
Title: So Just Smile
Notes: Thank you to besamislabios for her not-beta. Happy Brian makes *me* happy, so that's what I wrote about...
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders.
The smile illuminating Brian’s face as he tickled his son caught Melanie by surprise. She leaned against the door and watched him laugh and play with Gus, thinking about how long she’d known Brian and all the snarky smiles and cruel laughter he’d inflicted on his family and friends over the years. Especially on her.
Usually when she saw him look at Gus with unabashed love, she was jealous. He shared something with him that she never could and it was hard to let that go. But now, with them both giggling and grinning, she couldn’t begrudge Brian a thing. |
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| *Challenge #115: Brian* |
[May. 13th, 2009|03:44 pm] |
Title: Show Me That Smile
Notes: Thank you to besamislabios for the not-beta. And NO, we did not plan this out ahead so I could write Brian drabbles all week! I was *shocked* and thrilled to see the new prompt when I got home today.
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders.
Justin sat on the floor by the sofa, saying whatever silly thing came to mind. He’d been doing it for ages and every single time Brian laughed, Justin’s heart leaped a little. Cancer was a long, hard battle and when Brian was at his worst, Justin had wondered if he’d ever laugh again.
Brian tipped his beer to his mouth and leaned against the back of the sofa. His face lit up with a genuinely dazzling smile as he listened to Justin rambling on about failed storylines for Rage. For the first time in ages, he felt like living again. |
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| *Challenge #114: Hot* |
[May. 12th, 2009|06:19 pm] |
Title: That's Hot
Notes: No beta, all mistakes are mine. Please feel free to point out what doesn't work.
And the condom goes to: Ted Schmidt.
“That’s hot,” Justin breathed, watching Brian spread himself across the bed. He’d pulled the duvet and top sheet off the bed and now lay spread-eagled with his eyes closed, his hands above his head.
Brian opened his eyes and snorted. “Everything’s hot. It’s 98 degrees in the shade. I couldn’t wait to get home so I could do this.”
Justin, who was quickly stripping so he could join Brian on the cool sheet, grinned.
“And I couldn’t wait for you to get home so I could do this." As his mouth engulfed Brian’s cock, things suddenly got even hotter. |
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| *challenge #112: Kinnetik* |
[Apr. 22nd, 2009|04:24 pm] |
Title: Kinnetik Can Wait
Notes: Thank you to notreallyme for the beta! I like this prompt...thanks Besa!
And the condom goes to: Blake!
Kinnetik was bustling with activity. Brian was on the phone and his cell phone was ringing insistently next to him. He was typing on his computer as he talked to his client. People were in and out of his office; Ted shoving papers under his nose, Cynthia “talking” to him with her hands in a language only the two of them understood, Duncan dropping a storyboard on his desk as Brian placated his frustrated customer. The place was a madhouse.
Until Justin walked in. Almost instantly, the activity ceased, people left and Brian ended his phone call. Kinnetik could wait. |
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| *Challenge #109: Cock* |
[Apr. 8th, 2009|05:21 pm] |
Title: Like a Porn Star
Notes: Hehehe. I just threw this together for the hell of it. Maybe it'll put Brian ahead again. Thank you to Besa for the not-beta.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney.
“You fuck like a porn star.”
“What the hell?” Justin looked up from under the pillow he’d pulled over his head.
“You are so fucking gorgeous and that cock...oh my god, Justin, that cock could inspire the most amazing symphonies. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“And the way you use that mouth,” he continued. “It’s downright sinful...makes me want to ravish you. Hold you down and play you like my violin, make you sing out.”
Justin stared at Ethan. At a complete loss, he simply pulled the pillow back over his head and ignored him. |
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| *Challenge #109: Cock* |
[Apr. 8th, 2009|04:01 pm] |
Title: Telling the Truth
Notes: Quickly not-beta'd by the lovely Besa. I promise I'm not obsessed with the size of Brian's cock. It just seems that way.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney.
When Debbie saw Justin walk in to the diner, she waved, yelling, “Sit down, sweetie. I’ll be right with you.”
He looked around the room, noticing two guys gesturing. Making his way to them, he slid into their booth.
“Didn’t we see you leaving Babylon with Brian Kinney last night?”
Justin, smiling at the memory, nodded.
“Is it true?”
“What?” Justin said.
“That his cock is ten inches?”
Justin, suddenly full of himself, said, “At *least* ten -- maybe more.”
Approaching, Debbie said, “Sunshine! Don’t tease them!” She looked at the boy across from him and smiled sweetly. “It’s actually 12.” |
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| *Challenge #109: Cock* |
[Apr. 8th, 2009|03:45 pm] |
Title: Ten Inches
Notes: Quick not-beta by besamislabios.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney.
Watching Brian pointedly ignore Justin as he tried to catch his attention at Babylon, Ted and Emmett both shook their heads.
“He’ll never learn, poor kid,” said Ted. “I don’t know why he only wants Brian when there are so other men out there.”
Emmett looked at Ted for a long moment. “Hmmm,” he began. “You mean a man like oh, maybe...you, Teddy? Did you suddenly grow a 10-inch cock?”
Ted blushed and muttered, “It’s not only about cock!”
Emmett laughed from deep in his belly. “Teddy, you say the funniest things!” |
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| *Challenge #109: Cock* |
[Apr. 7th, 2009|05:18 pm] |
Title: The Cure
Notes: I took a bunny from besamislabios, but it sort of went awry. Thanks to Besa for her not-beta, too!
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney.
“Brian? Are you listening?”
The sound of Cynthia’s voice jerked him back to reality. “Sorry,” Brian said, clearing his throat. “Just give me a while to finish this,” he added, turning back to his work.
His focus was shot and before long, he was daydreaming again...
Justin, in his uniform gray slacks and white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. That hideous tie, now put to much better use binding his wrists behind him. Down on his knees, Brian’s hard, hot cock filling his mouth.
Before long, Brian gave up and left for the day. Justin needed a ride home. |
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| *Challenge #109: Cock* |
[Apr. 6th, 2009|10:52 pm] |
Title: He's Come Undone
Notes: For my darling besamislabios. I hope you like it. No beta, all mistakes are mine.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney.
Justin’s hands clutched at the mattress as he pushed backwards, trying desperately to make contact with Brian, practically sobbing with the effort.
“Please, god, please…” His chest heaved as he pulled in lungfuls of air, trying to regain some control.
Brian watched him writhe, legs spread wide, body slick with sweat. He’d been teasing Justin relentlessly, whispering filthy things as he touched him everywhere but where he wanted it most.
Now, he leaned in, voice low, saying, “Beg for my cock, Justin,” and bent to lick a wide swath across his puckered hole. Completely undone, Justin moaned and came hard. |
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| *Challenge #109: Cock* |
[Apr. 6th, 2009|05:57 pm] |
Title: It's Just Cock
Notes: Not-beta'd by the divine and lovely besamislabios. It's for her and outlander, my fellow CB's. Since I begged for drabbles at my own journal, I felt that I should jump right in and write one.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney.
Justin sighed. He’d had a for shit day at school, then worked a shift at the diner. Now he was making nice at his mother’s while her older sister was visiting.
Pushing peas around on his plate, Justin tried to ignore Katherine blabbing about him as if he wasn’t in the room. She just would not shut up about his “new” sexual preference.
Finally, angry and out-of-sorts, he snapped and yelled, “It’s just COCK, Aunt Kat, so please shut the fuck up!”
He took an odd, bitter pleasure in the shocked look on every face at the table. |
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| *Challenge #108: Darkness* |
[Mar. 31st, 2009|04:34 pm] |
Title: Le Salió el Tiro por la Culata
Notes: besamislabios sent me some pics yesterday in hopes that I would find one inspiring for the darkness theme. I decided to watch 120 today and realized this pic is from that episode, so I wrote a drabble for it. It's also non-beta'd by Besa. *kisses*
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney.
Brian stalked Babylon, trying to ignore that little nagging sensation that couldn’t possibly be jealousy. Brian Kinney didn’t do jealous. So, Justin stole his trick. He’d done exactly what Brian would have expected him to, hell, what Brian had done himself many times before. It was only a fuck, so what was the big deal?
As he rounded the corner, he saw them in a darkened recess. Justin had the trick against the wall and he was obviously enjoying every thrust. Again, standing in the darkness, Brian told himself he didn’t fucking care. It was nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. |
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| *Challenge #108: Darkness* |
[Mar. 31st, 2009|12:24 am] |
Title: Covered in Darkness
Notes: My husband went to Germany today and I've been waiting for him to text me that he arrived. He has and now I can't sleep...so I wrote this. No beta...I'll probably find a zillion things to hate about it in the morning. The title is a Darren Hayes song.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney, but of course.
Brian loved to watch Justin when they fucked. The wanton way he let go when he sucked Brian’s dick or licked down his chest or sprawled across his bed, legs spread in invitation, was nothing short of amazing.
But Brian really loved fucking Justin in the dark, waking in the middle of the night to touch him, to feel him harden in his grasp, to hear his moans fill the darkness. It felt familiar and dirty and a bit decadent. Brian would whisper nasty things and Justin would come hard every single time. Brian definitely liked it in the dark. |
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| *Challenge #108: Darkness* |
[Mar. 30th, 2009|05:46 pm] |
Title: Take Away All of This Darkness
Notes: Thank you to notreallyme for her quick and helpful beta! As soon as I saw this challenge, the lyrics to Let It Ride by Ryan Adams got stuck in my head and wouldn't leave. The song does not lend itself to a QaF drabble, so I just used lyrics for the title. A huge hug and thank you to brianslave68 for changing the text on all my drabble icons too.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney!
He woke with darkness pressing ruthlessly against him, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. Bloody faces leering at him, burned and trembling hands pulling at him, people begging and pleading for him to help, to end their suffering. Clutching at his head, he repeated, “I can’t, I can’t...”
He’d thought now that he was here, in his bed -- back home -- that the nightmares would finally stop. They’d only gotten worse.
Then he felt someone reaching out to him, pulling him close, talking him down. “It’s ok. You’re fine. I’m here. It’s just a nightmare,” Justin soothed. Finally, Brian relaxed. |
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| *Challenge #107, Music* |
[Mar. 24th, 2009|05:01 pm] |
Title: Melody Coming from You
Notes: I love this prompt, but I'm finding it harder to write than I expected. Music is so integral to the show and I'm a HUGE fan of music and I've written a TON of drabbles loosely based on lyrics or songs titles...so many that I usually don't even say that anymore in my notes. This one is from The Damnwells song Golden Days, sort of. It's also based on a pic that besamislabios shared with me this morning. Since it's big, I'll put it behind a cut with the drabble. Also, hugs to Besa for her "not-beta."
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor.
( Picture and Drabble ) |
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| *Challenge #107: music* |
[Mar. 20th, 2009|04:18 pm] |
Title: Don't Let it Get Away
Notes: The lovely fun_demented asked for Spring tributes to B/J and I wrote this and posted it at my journal, but she says it fits the prompt, so I'm posting it here too. (((FunD))) No beta, all mistakes are mine.
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor.
Joggers ran past and kids darted from their parents, running ahead to trail balloons on strings behind them. A tinny tune from an ice cream truck trilled in the background. Brian and Justin sat on a sun-drenched bench in Central Park in spring.
Justin didn’t hear the music or notice the people. He was intent on Brian, admiring the way the sunlight dappled his face as it streamed through the trees above them. His fingers flew across the sketchpad, trying to capture the moment. And when Brian smiled lazily at him, Justin realized it didn’t matter. He’d never forget. |
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| *Challenge #107: music* |
[Mar. 19th, 2009|09:15 am] |
Title: It's a New Day
Notes: First drabble in ages and my first with my new name. I don't have icons that work anymore. :-( Big thank you to besamislabios for reading this for me. ETA: Now I have a new drabble icon, thanks to nerilka24! Thank you!
And the condom goes to: The lovely Justin Taylor.
Justin woke up, feeling stiff and sore and out-of-sorts. Without opening his eyes, he groaned and rolled over, grabbing at a pillow. He had an early class, but he needed just a few more minutes of sleep before he ventured down the hall to that cold box Ethan called a bathroom.
He dozed, then was pulled back into consciousness by the sound of Brian’s voice as he showered, singing off-key and sounding undeniably chipper. Justin grinned, remembering the night before. No more violin music, no more Ethan.
He was home. And that was music to his ears. |
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| *challenge #105: icon inspiration* |
[Mar. 3rd, 2009|10:27 pm] |
Title: God Knows What
Notes: Thank you to notreallyme for her speedy beta! kari77 suggested the icon for me.
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor.
Icon by the wonderful not_yet_defined:
I’m shaking so much that I can barely punch the buttons on the elevator. When I finally do, I lean against the wall, my hand clutching my heart. When I left, they were both just standing there, nothing at all to say to me. Nothing!
They should be stunned, because it’s an abomination. Brian doing God knows what to that...that boy. I probably shouldn’t be surprised, Brian always was so hedonistic, so selfish. I certainly didn’t raise him that way.
Shuddering, I reach for the flask in my purse, wondering how my own child could do this to me. |
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