| The 37 Days of Gusmas |
[Dec. 3rd, 2009|08:49 pm] |
Title: Economic Summit
Author: ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) vl_redreign
Prompt: Joy To The World
Notes: This is set the same day as the last one, towards the end of the work day.
Ted closed the door to his office. He stared at the spreadsheet again, crossed his fingers, and entered the last figures. He clicked ‘submit’, then refreshed the report. His phone rang before it finished.
“Ted Schmidt.”
“Teddy?”
“Oh, hi, Em.”
“Sweetie, you sound stressed.”
“I’m working on the final quarter figures.”
“Oh. That sounds like fun.”
“Oh, yeah. You wanna come over and tell Brian that revenue is down 30 percent?”
“Well, I’ll leave you to it, bye!”
“Wait! Holy shit…”
“What?”
“It’s up. Thirty percent.”
“That’s good, right?”
“Fifty million dollars worth of good.”
“Joy to the world!”
“Yeah.” |
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| The 37 Days Of Gusmas |
[Dec. 2nd, 2009|06:40 pm] |
Title: Clemency
Author: vl_redreign
Prompt: Tis The Season
Ted stepped into Cynthia’s office and closed the door.
“Okay, what?”
“I just…huh?”
“You look…scared.”
“I am. And you should be, too.”
“I’ll bite. Why?”
“Brian called, he’s on his way…from the airport.”
“So…oh.”
“Yeah. I’m going to warn the art department.”
“Good idea.” She grabbed her coat.
“Where are you going? “
“To purchase a stay of execution.”
Brian slammed the door to his office, tossed his coat on the sofa, then yanked the door open again to yell at…someone. He was greeted by Cynthia, holding a grande quadruple shot mocha. The cup read, ’Tis the season’.
“Thanks, Cynthia.” |
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| The 37 Days Of Gusmas |
[Dec. 1st, 2009|09:24 pm] |
Title: Oh, Sonnyboy
Author: vl_redreign
Prompt: Ski Jump Image
Notes: This drabble got knocked up (Brian did it!) and refused to be contained in 100 words. So it's a double, but only part 2 counts. Thanks to xie_xie_xie for the beta, and for this wonderful drabble challenge. I can't remember the last time I looked forward to writing something. *hugs*
I
Brian watched as Gus latched onto Justin like a spider monkey. He was going to miss him.
Both of them, actually.
Justin moved on to Melanie and Lindsay, and Gus came to him. Brian picked him up, mindful that in another year or so, Gus would run before allowing himself to be held like a baby. Brian held him tight and inhaled his special little boy smell.
“Dad, why are you sniffing me?”
“I wasn’t sniffing you, I was inhaling so that I could do this,” he said, blowing a raspberry against Gus’s neck, sending his son into hysterical giggles.
II
“Dad, I know what I want for Christmas.”
“Let’s see…a pony? No wait, a really cool car like mine.”
“No! Wait, I can have a pony?”
Brian could hear Justin chuckling close by.
“I was just kidding. So, what would you like?”
“My friend Charlie’s dad took him and his brother skiing for Thanksgiving. Can we go skiing?”
“Well, that would depend on your moms.”
“Can you ask them? Please, Dad??”
“But what if your Mama beats me up?”
“She’s just kidding when she says that.”
Now Justin was laughing hard.
“I’ll see what I can do, okay?”
“Thanks, Dad!” |
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| The 37 Days Of Gusmas |
[Nov. 30th, 2009|08:13 pm] |
Title: Old Friends
Author: vl_redreign
Prompt: Bah!Humbug!
Notes: Same timeline, shift in POV. And mention of an old, much missed friend. This thing took off on me, and I had to cut out almost 40 words. So, unbeta'd.
Lindsay stood at the backdoor and stripped each child, wrapping them in terry robes and leading them to the kitchen table, where hot chocolate awaited.
Marie entered, carrying her youngest, followed by Mel.
“I’m so glad you guys are here,” she said. “Dusty loved the holidays.”
“Do you remember that year when she and I were insane enough to do the Black Friday sales?”
Marie laughed. “That was a nightmare!”
“I told her she was nuts to go,” Mel added.
“I miss her still,” Linds said softly.
“Well, she’d want us to enjoy ourselves. No ‘bah humbugs’ in this house.” |
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| The 37 Days Of Gusmas |
[Nov. 29th, 2009|01:54 pm] |
Title: Ungraceful Under Pressure
Author: vl_redreign
Prompt: Holidays On Ice
Notes: frantic_quest gave me the idea for this one. I couldn't resist.
Gus and JR ran around the outskirts of the pond, laughing. Michael alternately pelted them with snow, and watched the spectacle before him.
On the pond, revelations were being discussed.
“Okay, explain to me how you’re so good at ice skating?” Justin huffed.
“Ice hockey. Best way to get back at the jocks in school,” Brian replied. “What I don’t get is, how the country club brat isn’t good at ice skating. Don’t they give you private lessons or something?”
“Or something. Good thing my ass is bouncy. Came in handy a lot.”
“So that’s how it got so big!” |
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| The 37 Days Of Gusmas |
[Nov. 28th, 2009|07:50 pm] |
Title: Irreconcilable Differences
Author: vl_redreign
Prompt: First Snow
Notes: So far these are falling in chronological order. Not sure if that will continue. We'll see! Oh, and no beta, so this is entirely my fault.
Brian rolled over and landed in a cold spot. He opened his eyes and stared at the place where Justin’s warm ass should have been.
He shoved his hair out of his eyes, grumbling. First, Justin slipped into a tryptophan-induced coma. Then, Brian had to wake him to punish him severely for his lack of decorum.
Well, that depended on one’s definition of punishment.
And now he was gone.
“Hey.”
“Where the hell were you?”
“Calling Mel and Linds, and Michael.”
“Why?”
“First snowfall. We’re taking Gus and JR to the park.”
Maybe he could bury Justin in a snowbank… |
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| The 37 Days Of Gusmas |
[Nov. 27th, 2009|10:22 pm] |
Title: Blush
Author: vl_redreign
Prompt: Stuffed
Notes: It's really hard to write a drabble when your 9 year old niece attaches herself to you like a leech for the better half of the day. Love you, Gracie Bubbles!
He’s still asleep. It’s been three hours since we left his mother’s, and four since Deb’s. I have no idea where he put everything that he stuffed in his mouth. My Christmas wish is that it goes to his ass.
Speaking of which…I lean over and smack it, and my dick gets hard from both the red flush and his yelp.
“Brian, what the fuck?”
“It’s been five hours since I fucked you. My dick is lonely.”
“Since when did I have to be awake for you to fuck me?”
“”You don’t. But it would be nice if you were.” |
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| The 37 Days Of Gusmas |
[Nov. 26th, 2009|02:02 pm] |
Title: Be Thankful
Author: vl_redreign
Prompt: Thanksgiving Day
Notes: Thanks to firehead30 and zaipixie for catching my errors. And for being my bitches.
Deb got her wish, and the house was filled to bursting this Thanksgiving. The girls were home from Canada, and Justin flew in from New York. They stood around the table, hands clasped and heads bowed.
“Everyone name one thing that you’re thankful for this year. Em, honey, you wanna start?”
“Well, I’m thankful that business is good.”
“Brian?”
“I’m thankful that Justin didn’t lose any weight off his ass-“
He was rewarded with a smack upside the head from Deb.
“Mama?”
“Just a minute, Jenny,” Mel whispered.
“But Mama, I havta poop!”
“Well, there’s something to be thankful for.” |
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| Challenge #139: Halloween |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|09:32 pm] |
Title: Once Upon A Family
Author: vl_redreign
Condom: Jennifer
A/N: Unbeta'd, sorry.
It had been a busy night, and Jennifer was tired. She and Craig had taken Molly trick-or-treating, and even Justin had deigned to go along.
Molly was getting big enough to want to knock on doors by herself. Jennifer was loath to let her go, but Craig insisted that it would be okay. And in a show of brotherly…something, Justin walked with her. Molly even let Justin hold her hand, once she realized that she got more candy when he smiled.
Upon returning home, Justin hefted his bag onto the table. Having a little sister wasn’t so bad, after all. |
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| Challenge #120: Summer |
[Jun. 21st, 2009|04:14 pm] |
Title: Father’s Day
Author: vl_redreign
Condom: Debbie
A/N: I found a way to combine Father’s Day and summer in one drabble. I think. No beta.
Summers in Pittsburgh were hot and muggy, and the fact that the Vette was a convertible was a godsend on days like this. A Sunday road trip sounded like a great idea.
Wind blowing their hair, Brian and Michael listened as Justin chattered on about New York, his studio, and his upcoming show. It was coming together, and soon, Brian hoped, Justin would be back for good, instead of these short visits.
They arrived, making their way along immaculately landscaped lawns and stopping to pay tribute to the man that epitomized “Father” to them all.
“Hey, Uncle Vic,” Michael said. |
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| Challenge #109: Cock |
[Apr. 2nd, 2009|06:03 pm] |
Title: You're Doing It Wrong
Author: vl_redreign
Timeline: Dunno, pick one
Rating: Ummm, bad words, that's it
Condom: Emmett
A/N: Unbeta'd, unseen...just felt like writing something.
Emmett made his way very slowly into the diner. He eased his frame into the booth and moaned, loudly.
“Okay, spill it,” Brian said.
“I don’t know what happened. I got up this morning, and my spine didn’t.”
“Told you not to try those kinky positions.”
“I’ll have you know that I wasn’t fucking. I was working.”
“Maybe you should have been fucking.”
“Brian, a hard cock doesn’t fix everything.”
Seeing Justin passing the booth, Brian reached out and grabbed his ass. “Wanna get out of here and go fuck?”
Justin grinned.
Brian stood up. “Works just fine for me.” |
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| Challenge #106: Hurt/Comfort |
[Mar. 11th, 2009|08:51 pm] |
Title: Coming Home
Author: vl_redreign
Condom: Hunter
AN: Thank you, happier_bunny for the assist!! Love you, Mistress!!!
Hunter dropped his backpack and duffle onto his bedroom floor. Home. He was home.
But something was different.
“Ben…what happened to my bed?”
“We bought you a new mattress.”
“The old one was fine.”
“Justin has your old one. He stayed with us for a few weeks, after he and Brian broke up. We sort of loaned it to him after.”
“It's sort of like you're running a place for homeless waifs, huh?
“I guess you could look at it that way. I prefer to think of it as a way-station, where one goes for comfort.”
“Like me.”
“Like you.” |
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| Challenge #105-Icon Inspiration |
[Feb. 27th, 2009|07:06 pm] |
Title: Pierced
Author: vl_redreign
Rating: NC-17
Condom: Justin
( Pierced ) |
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| Challenge #92: Jeans |
[Nov. 19th, 2008|09:38 pm] |
Title: Night Time
Author: vl_redreign
Timeline: 507-ish
Condom: Justin
His jeans lay crumpled in a corner, framed by the streetlight outside the high, dirty windows of the studio. Justin lay crumpled on the borrowed mattress placed in the center of the room. It was his first night here, and the noises were freaking him out.
It was a good idea, though, he told himself for the twentieth time today. Good to be on his own, in a place of his own. Now that was a novelty. No more running to Deb’s or Daphne’s.
No more blue/orange/white lights shining down. No hazel eyes and warm, strong hands.
No more Brian. |
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| Chalenge #86: Morning |
[Oct. 1st, 2008|10:46 pm] |
Title: Warmth
Author: vl_redreign
Timeline: mid S3
No beta, but zaipixie said to go give Hunter that condom. So, yeah.
Condom: Hunter
The sun peeked through the dirty window blinds and drew prison bars against his skin. He burrowed down into the warmth of the bed and pulled the covers over his head. He liked it when things worked out this way.
The trick was nice, springing for the room and allowing him to stay. Hunter told him that he could fuck him without a condom, but the trick refused, telling him that he should be more careful.
He had a hundred bucks in his pocket. Later he would go and get some pizza. For now, he’d enjoy the early morning warmth. |
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| Challenge #73: Rimming |
[Jul. 9th, 2008|05:10 pm] |
Title: Jambalaya
Author: vl_redreign
NO CONDOM, CHALLENGE CLOSED.
tweedygal asked me to post this.
Justin stood by the stove, peering in into the bedroom.
Brian was sprawled on the bed, the cool guy with the ‘HOTLANTA’ t-shirt (well, not anymore, it was on the floor) had his tongue buried in Brian’s ass. Brian turned, looked Justin in the eye, and moaned. Loudly. Smirking.
Justin smiled wanly, and bent to finish cleaning up the salad he’d dropped. He’d tried to make everything perfect, but as usual, fucked it up royally. Putting the jambalaya into the fridge, he grabbed his jacket and book bag and closed the door softly.
Brian decided he really was a shit. |
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| Challenge #73: Rimming |
[Jul. 9th, 2008|04:40 pm] |
Title: That Ol’ Bow-Chicka-Bow-Wow
Author: vl_redreign
Condom(s): 2 to Brian
Thanks to my clandestine writing group!
I
The dulcet tones of the bow-chicka-bow-wow filtered through the loft, waking Brian. He cursed as he stubbed his toe on Justin’s fucking shoes, which he’d politely asked him to move hours ago. Okay, maybe “Get your fucking shoes outta my way!” wasn’t polite, but at least he didn’t throw them at him.
He stumbled down to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water and made his way to the living room.
“What the fuck are you watching?”
Justin turned. “’Jeff Stryker’s Rim-o-Rama.”
“God, that sucked.” Brian watched as a twink swallowed Jeff whole. “Move over.”
God, Brian was so easy.
II
“Why is porn music so fucking cheesy?” Justin groused. “You’d think that they would make it pleasant for whomever’s watching, wouldn’t you?”
“I don’t think they give a fuck what they play. You’re supposed to be watching the action, not critiquing the soundtrack.” Brian stretched out and dug his toes into Justin’s crotch.
“I can’t concentrate when I hear that shit!”
“You actually listen?”
“Well...I like it when the bottom is noisy.”
“Really?” Brian rolled Justin over and yanked down his sweats. “I like it when the bottom is noisy, too.”
“Wait, Jeff’s about to get rimmed!”
“So are you.” |
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| Challenge #73: Rimming |
[Jul. 9th, 2008|03:19 pm] |
Title: Enough, Already!
Author: vl_redreign
Condom: BRIAN FUCKING KINNEY, that’s who!
A/N: Thanks to firehead30, tweedygal and vamphile for the support and for allowing me to once again dance in the joy of the Superstar/Visible verse. I do love me some fangirl-hating Justin! Oh, and I’m picking on EVERYONE here, we’re all guilty for stressing Justin out. lol
“Okay, alright, already!” Justin exploded out of the chair and headed for the hard stuff. Jameson’s at 1 pm was a bad sign.
“I’m almost afraid to ask,” Brian said.
“My fucking laptop has crashed three goddam times today!! I can’t get anything done!”
Brian looked at the screen. “Your workload includes writing communities?”
“I have had it up to my eyeballs with fangirls! Rimming and basketball and Dr Seuss, fuck!!”
Brian grabbed Justin by the shoulders. “Listen very carefully. I forbid you to log on for the next twenty-four hours. No internet.”
“Will you fuck the bad away?”
“Sure.” |
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| Challenge #73: Rimming |
[Jul. 9th, 2008|10:28 am] |
Title: Party At No. 6 Fuller, Corner Of Tremont
Author: vl_redreign
Condoms: 6 to Brian
Okay, I’m rimmed out. May the best man Brian win!
( Drabbles! Let me show you them! ) |
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| Challenge #73: Rimming |
[Jul. 7th, 2008|03:43 pm] |
Title: He-Man, My Ass!
Author: vl_redreign
Condom: Brian, cause he told Emmett to do that.
“No.”
“Drew, honey-“
“No, Emmett! You gotta be kidding me!!”
Thus the argument raged.
Drew may be gay, but in his mind, he was a guy that just happened to like fucking guys. Fucking. Maybe have a guy suck him off, but reciprocating was out of the question. Until Emmett. Emmett changed his outlook on a lot of things. But there was one place he refused to go.
“Look, I’ll do you first.”
“Emmett...”
“Just lay down and shut up.”
“Fine.”
At the first swipe of Em’s tongue over his hole, Drew decided he needed to rethink his current position. |
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| Challenge #73: Rimming |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|06:46 pm] |
Title: Anita Must Die!
Author: vl_redreign
Condom: Brian
It’s firehead30’s fault. She said write bad!fic. So I did.
Justin’s enormous, cerulean blue eyes widened in surprise. When Brian said he wanted to rim him, he had no idea what that meant. But now he did. It meant that Brian was putting his tongue in Justin’s anus. While he fretted that it was somehow indecent, dirty, even, he couldn’t deny that it felt wonderful.
“You like that, baby?” Brian purred.
“Oh, god, yes, Bri, do that again…”
“Love you., Sunshine.”
“Love you too, Bri.”
With a blood-curdling scream, Brian nearly fell out of bed.
“Brian, what the fuck?” Justin asked.
“Tomorrow, I’m hiring a hit man. Anita is dead!!” |
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| Challenge #73: Rimming |
[Jul. 4th, 2008|07:24 pm] |
Title: More Reasons Justin Shouldn't Drink
Author: vl_redreign
Condom: Brian
A/N: vamphile is good for my crack-ho muse. This came out of a convo we were just having.
“Tell me.”
Brian missed his shot, swore, and moved away from the pool table. “Tell you what?”
“About you and Ben.”
“What’s to tell? Met him at the White Party, tied him up, fucked him and fucked him again.”
“Did you rim him?’
“I tongued his ass til he came, then fucked him til he passed out.”
“He’s got a really nice ass. I’d be afraid that if I stuck my tongue up there, he’d clench up and break it off.”
Brian put down the cue, then took Justin’s beer. “No more drinking. You’re beginning to scare me.”
Justin grinned. |
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| Challenge #73: Rimming |
[Jul. 4th, 2008|05:58 pm] |
Last one, I swear!!! vamphile put me up to this. And I love her for it.
Title: Reasons Why Justin Shouldn't Drink
Author: vl_redreign
Condom Brian
A/N This came from a symbiotic bunny from Vamp. Plus, I'm just in a crack mood today. A gross one, apparently.
Brian and Justin stood with their backs against the bar, watching Emmett and George dancing.
“Who do you think tops?” Justin asked.
Brian flattened him with a look.
“Okay, right, Emmett, biggest bottom in the Pitts.” Justin took a long pull from his beer. “So you think Em rims George, or vice versa?”
“You trying to make me sick?”
“But don’t you wonder? Can he even get it up, you think?”
Brian slammed his beer down on the bar, and took Justin’s. “That’s it. Get in the backroom so that I can fuck away the images in my head.” |
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| Challenge #73: Rimming |
[Jul. 4th, 2008|05:25 pm] |
Sorry, I had to delete the second entry, the coding was all fucked. Trying again.
Title: Queen For Life
Author: vl_redreign
Condom: Brian
A/N: This drabble is from vamphile’s Visible verse. Thanks again, Vamp!! You can read Visible here, if you haven’t. And if not, why not?? Go!!
“Oh, fuck.” Justin pushed away from the computer in disgust.
“What is it now, Princess? Fangirls pissing you off again?” Brian walked over and draped his arms around Justin. “I can’t fathom why you do this to yourself.”
“I swear, they have no sense of reality. Either I’m a contortionist, or my asshole can accommodate two Zack O’Toole’s. At the same time.”
“What’s today’s issue?”
“Rimming. Like they have a clue. You’re good, but your tongue cannot touch my fucking prostate!”
“True, but my dick can. So get your ass up so I can eat it and fuck it.”
“Okay.” |
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| Challenge #73: Rimming |
[Jul. 4th, 2008|05:12 pm] |
A double!!!!
Title: Queen For A Day
Author: vl_redreign
Condom: Brian
A/N: This drabble is based in vamphile’s Superstar verse. I love this verse like whoa, and Vamp for allowing me to play in it. If you haven’t read Superstar, it’s here.
If it wasn’t for the fact that Brian stood to make a killing from Blue Light Special, he’d
lock Justin up somewhere, like a room…with a bed…and a locked door to which only he had the key.
Okay, that was deep, even for him.
He watched as Justin had yet another freakout reading the script for the next day’s shooting.
“What?”
It says I have to rim some guy.”
“Okay.”
“But what if…doesn’t it, you know, smell?”
“Yeah, if he doesn’t wash properly.”
Justin turned green.
“Come on.” Brian pushed Justin towards the bed. “You can practice on me.”
“Okay.” |
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| Challenge #73: Rimming |
[Jul. 4th, 2008|03:50 pm] |
Drabble goodness...or gross-ness, take your pick, under the cut.
( Horror At The Baths ) |
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| Challenge #73: Rimming |
[Jul. 4th, 2008|02:56 pm] |
Title: Hard Work
Author: vl_redreign
Condom: Brian
A/N: All I'm saying is this sucks, but firehead30 and zaipixie said I had to post it. I promise to do better later.
In an unheard of move, Brian went to bed at ten o'clock. Justin actually went and put a hand to his forehead, to make sure he wasn't dying or something.
An hour later, Brian staggered down the stairs and opened the fridge. Justin stared at the beautiful ass facing him, and couldn't resist.
Before Brian could straighten, he was bent over the kitchen counter with Justin's tongue buried in his ass. He tried his damndest not to whimper, but to no avail. Justin was way too good at this. As Brian came, he thought he might work late more often. |
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| Challenge #70: Best Friends |
[Jun. 18th, 2008|06:58 pm] |
Title: Old Friend, New Friend
Author: vl_redreign
Timeline: post-513
Condom: Brian
A/N: Thanks, Bunny, for cutting out the extra words!
Laying in bed with the blond, he thought about his life.
For so long, he thought he knew what path his life would take. He’d planned each part of it meticulously. College, career, possibly owning his own business.
He’d once flown so high, only to crash and lose everything.
A helping hand came when he’d needed it, and his future was once again bright.
The blond murmured in his sleep.
Who’d have thought that the man he’d been looking had been there all along?
Someone who enjoyed opera, cooking, and cuddling after a long day.
Ted was a lucky man. |
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| Challenge #70: Best Friends |
[Jun. 18th, 2008|01:01 pm] |
Title: Unforgiven
Author: vl_redreign
Timeline: 507
Condom: Cynthia, cause Brian was a shit.
Beta: firehead30 and zaipixie approve of this drabble.
Michael used to think that he and Brian would be friends forever. That nothing would ever truly separate them. Not even outing him to Tracy four years ago was unforgivable.
But this was.
Michael had listened ad nauseum as Brian belittled his choices, his marriage and his life. He was used to it, because Brian always belittled that which he didn’t understand.
What was unforgivable was not that Brian had come to his house, drunk and screaming.
It was the fact that after Brian left, Michael was in Hunter’s old room, comforting Justin, trying to repair Brian’s damage. As always. |
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| Challenge #69 - Season 3 |
[Jun. 10th, 2008|02:23 pm] |
Title: Wake Up Call
Author: vl_redreign
Timeline: 306
Condom: Brian
A/N: both drabbles beta'd by firehead30. This one takes plae after the first one.
Justin sat, pushing the ring back and forth on his finger, and contemplated Brian’s words.
Did he really think that Ethan would be any different? More like...a real boyfriend?
God, he was stupid. Ethan was an egotistical shit that thrived on praise. And if that praise extended to getting his dick sucked, all the better.
He actually thought that this time, it would be different. And it was.
Ethan wasn’t Brian. And never would be.
He wondered what lie Ethan would tell, for lie he would. After all, Justin had.
He’d been lying all along. To himself.
And it hurt. |
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| Challenge #69 - Season 3 |
[Jun. 10th, 2008|12:31 pm] |
Title: (Un)convincing Argument
Author: vl_redreign
Timeline: 306
Condom goes to: Brian
Brian was good at pretending.
For the last few months, he’d managed to convince everyone that he and Justin were done.
Too bad no one believed him.
He pretended that his eyes didn’t follow every move that Justin made. That his pulse didn’t quicken when Justin was near. That he didn’t have that lone sock stashed under his pillow.
Watching Justin at Woody’s, he pretended that Justin wasn’t sporting that same look he had when Brian made that ‘blond boy ass’ comment.
He knew that look. He put it there.
So, he pretended that he wasn’t rejoicing Justin’s impending breakup. |
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| Challenge #50: Sue Yourself |
[Jan. 31st, 2008|10:57 pm] |
Title: Shopping Woes
Author: vl_redreign
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Condom: Brian
A/N: Last one, I promise! This one is for zaipixie, who gave me the idea a few days ago with a stray comment about IKEA. I couldn't remember the exact program she's using now, sue me. Photoshop, it is!!
“Why are we here again?”
“Because I need a collapsible table to use at Daph’s,” Justin said, looking at the various displays. Not finding what he wanted, he walked up to the service desk. An Asian woman with spiky hair was working on a graphics program. Justin stared until she spoke.
“Can I help you?” the woman asked.
“Yeah, what program is that?”
“Photoshop. You know it?”
“Yeah, I use it for school.”
“PIFA?”
“Yeah.”
“Justin,” Brian called.
“You don’t want that table,” she said, pointing.
“Why not?”
“It has parts missing,” she replied.
“Fuck, I hate IKEA,” Brian groaned. |
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| Challenge #50: Sue Yourself |
[Jan. 31st, 2008|10:51 pm] |
Title: Tactical Error
Author: vl_redreign
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Condom: Justin
A/N: Bitches are greedy! They ALL want to be Mary-Sued!! So, this is for callie89, who said something about "tactical care." lol
“This is all your fault,” Justin panted.
“It was your fucking idea!”
“But you were supposed to be paying attention!”
Brian grabbed Justin and all but dragged him inside the ER. He found a nurse; ‘Callie’, her name tag read.
“We need help,” he said.
“What’s the problem?” she said.
“I have an anal bead stuck in my ass,” Justin ground out.
“Ummm…”
“He pulled too hard and it broke.”
“I thought you liked it when I pulled hard.”
The tiny blonde nurse glared at Brian. “You, stay. Come with me,” she told Justin.
Brian sat down. “Fucking blonds,” he groused. |
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| Challenge #50: Sue Yourself |
[Jan. 31st, 2008|08:38 pm] |
Title: Mikey's Jealous!
Author: vl_redreign
Pairing: Ben/Michael
Rating: PG
Summary: firehead30 begged asked me to Mary-Sue her. So I did.
Condom: Emmett
Michael was moving slowly from amused to annoyed to pissed.
That damned woman was still here, almost an hour later.
“Ben,” he said, rather loudly, “we really need to go now.”
“Okay, just a second.” Ben turned and continued his conversation.
Emmett spoke up from behind Michael.
“Touch of the green eyes?” he cooed.
“Shut up.”
“Her hair’s fabulous, though.”
“She’s flirting with him!”
“No, she’s not.”
“You sound like Brian.”
Ben finished his conversation and walked over.
“Sorry, that was Fire, a guest lecturer.”
“Fire?” Michael snorted.
“Yeah, her parents were hippies or something. Her mother has a llama!” |
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| Challenge #50: Sue Yourself |
[Jan. 31st, 2008|08:31 pm] |
Title: The Red Lady
Author: vl_redreign
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: Ummm, R?
Summary: Know how I gakked vamphile's Visible-verse? I kinda did it again.
Condom: Brian
“Justin...you got an email from some red woman,” Brian said, waving him over.
“Not ‘red woman’, a woman named Red.”
“Her name is Red? You having a cyber-affair with Debbie?”
“No, it’s...never mind.”
“Well, what does she want?”
“She knows where the best porn sites are.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, look.” Justin clicked on the link provided, and stepped back.
“’Yaoi porn?’”
“Yeah. I’m trying anime style for my new project.”
“Is that...is that us”
“Jesus, Brian, no! It’s actually Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.”
Brian closed the lid. “That’s it. No more internet for you.”
“But-“
“I wanna fuck you.”
“Okay.” |
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| Challenge #40: Sentence Prompt - 1 |
[Nov. 27th, 2007|07:48 pm] |
Title: Brian vs The Black Bag
Author: vl_redreign
Timeline: post-513, about a year later
A/N: Claudia wrote a ficlet over at LJ. I made a comment about Justin's black bag, and she said that I should write a crack!fic about Brian cutting it up into little pieces. I'm not quite sure it's crack, though. Thanks for the title, firehead30!!
And The Condom Goes To: Brian
Justin held down the sides of the box with his left hand and arm, using his right hand to hold the duct tape. He bit off a strip, then spit out the little pieces that stuck to his tongue.
Finally, the last box was packed. Just a few more things to gather, and they could go into...
...where the fuck was it?
"Brian, have you seen my black duffle bag?"
"Yeah."
"Where?"
"I threw it away."
"WHAT??"
"You don't need it anymore."
"Why?"
Brian took a Sharpie, and wrote on one of the boxes.
BRITIN
"Because you're coming home." |
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| Challenge #39: Fire, Fireplace, Candles |
[Nov. 21st, 2007|03:42 pm] |
Title: School Tie!sex
Author: vl_redreign
Timeline: Post-513
Reason: Cause vamphile asked me to, and I luffs her
A/N: Icons made by url_grl
And The Condom Goes To: Brian, cause everything may be Justin's cookies, but Justin's ass belongs to Brian.
Watching Justin sleep, the fire making his skin glow, still in bunny slippers, Brian thought back to his earlier comment.
While packing up the loft, Brian found an old St. James tie of Justin’s where it’d fallen behind the bed.
He’d tied Justin to the headboard, and proceeded to give him the blowjob of his life.
Then he flipped him over, and gave him the second best rimming of his life.
He followed that up by fucking Justin into unconsciousness.
When Justin came to, Brian untied him, and fucked him again.
Any excuse to fuck Justin was a good one. |
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| Challenge #39: Fire, Fireplace, Candles |
[Nov. 21st, 2007|03:04 pm] |
Title: Bunny Slipper!Sex
Author: vl_redreign
Timeline: Post-513
Reason: Cause umm...I don't know, seemed the thing to do
A/N: Icons made by url_grl
And The Condom Goes To: Brian, cause it was a good idea
As much as Brian wanted to throw him in the fireplace, Justin did look awfully fucking cute in those stupid bunny slippers.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded.
Justin gave him a look, then stripped.
“Put the slippers back on,” Brian said.
Justin cocked an eyebrow, grinned, and put the slippers back on.
Brian pounced and had his dick up Justin’s ass in 2.3 seconds.
“May I state for the record,” Justin ground out between moans, “that this is kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?”
“No, it’s not,” Brian said. “Tying you up with your old school tie, that was kinky.” |
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| Challenge #39: Fire, Fireplace, Candles |
[Nov. 21st, 2007|02:39 pm] |
Title: That's So Wrong!
Author: vl_redreign
Timeline: Post-513
A/N: Inspired by something in vamphile's story, The End Done Right, plus she told me to write a drabble this week.
And The Condom Goes To: Justin, cause...he won this time!
“Brian, what are you doing?” Justin asked, as he watched Brian feed various and sundry things into the fireplace.
“Getting rid of some old shit,” Brian said. “You know those boxes I brought from the loft?”
“Wait, you said I could see what was in them,” Justin protested.
“It’s just old school stuff.”
“Brian...what ARE those?!”
Brian grimaced. “Emmett’s pathetic idea of a joke.”
“Don’t you dare!” Justin exclaimed, rescuing the items from the fire.
“Justin, don’t even fucking think about it,” Brian warned.
Justin grinned and sat back, feet in the air, encased in pink, fuzzy, bunny slippers. |
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