alsonotbad

I wake to the alarm blaring on the nightstand. I click it off, turning to my right to look at him. His left hand is resting near his head, sunlight glinting off the gold band around his third finger. We have to get up, get dressed, get back on the road, back on our bikes, but all that can wait. I lay back down, scooting closer to him so that his back is against my chest. He covers my left hand with his own, our rings making a tiny clink in the silence of the room. I close my eyes.

opal11

Title: Touch Down

Notes: Beta: Huge Thanks again to my wonderful beta fundemented..

Condom:  (Outside of challenge)

 It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him, but he’s always in my head and in my heart. I’ve been following his career, and he has been quite the success story. I’m not surprised, though. He was always amazing with whatever he touched, including me. 

Which brings me to why I’m here, standing at his doorstep. I’ve rehearsed this moment a million times in my head. I’m hoping this is the right timing.  I tell myself, “Yes, he’s your Mr. Right.” 

He opens the door and I look at him and ask... 

“Emmett… Will you marry me?”

 OHMYGODYES! Drew, I will!

alsonotbad

I look in the rear view mirror and see Brian kiss him, push his lips against Justin's. He's cute, but next to Brian he can't compare. Brian's got this aura of sex and he just oozes it in everything he does, everything he is. I see Brian's head drop to Justin's lap and the look on his face says it's the single greatest night of his life. Justin leans his head back as his eyes flutter closed.

He may have Brian now, but he certainly won't once Brian's done with him. Tomorrow, Justin'll be gone. But I'll still be here.

alsonotbad

Title: Jeep fun
Notes: For britin1729

britin1729

Brian hadn't given his father a gift, a card, or even a phone call on Father's Day since he was ten.

When Gus was a baby, too young to understand what was going on, Lindsay and Melanie would buy Brian a card and sign Gus's name. Brian always secretly held onto these, though he wasn't sure why.

This year, Gus had come to visit for the entire day, with two cards, two gifts, for two people. Brian asked the Munchers about this, but they refused to explain.

Then a beaming Justin emerged from the bedroom, and it all made sense.

alsonotbad

Title: Tied Up
Author's Note: Out of challenge

I smooth my fingers over the fabric of my tie and think of later, when it'll be tied around his wrists. Not tightly, because - and he would never want anyone to know this - he's not really into being tied up. I think he only does it for my benefit, actually. He knows it makes me hot to see him writhing on the bed, begging to be touched because he can't touch himself. He'll never admit to begging, but he does. Voice turns raspy, stomach muscles quiver when my breath hits his ear, asking him what he wants me to do.

britin1729

“It's pathetic,” said Brian, glaring at a random couple across the diner, “that every fucking fag on Liberty Avenue feels the need to be all 'hand-in-hand' every second. Like they can't go for two minutes without touching each other.”

Justin glanced down at Brian's hand on his knee.

“...always talking about date nights and stupid shit. By the way, we still on for dinner tonight?”

“Maybe. I don't get paid until Friday.”

“Don't worry about it. I'm paying,” said Brian. “Anyway, fortunately, you and I manage to avoid looking like a couple of lovesick breeders.”

Justin smiled. “Fortunately.”

britin1729

“You really think he even understands what's going on?” Melanie muttered, setting a little cup of red dye on the table next to a carton of eggs.

“Probably not. But we can't not celebrate his first Easter,” shrugged Lindsay, setting her own cup of blue dye next to the red. She straightened up, appraising their Easter Egg Dyeing Workshop. “I think we're ready.”

“Okay, Gus,” Melanie instructed. “Now just toss an egg in one of the cups.”

SPLASH!

Lindsay squealed as blue dye splattered all over her shirt, hair, and face. “Maybe you should have used a more specific adjective.”

britin1729

Brian nearly cringed at the reminder. “I can afford it. Consider it a celebration of Stockwell's demise.”

“At least something good came of all this,” Justin muttered, and held up his wine glass. “Cheers!”

“What are we toasting?”

“Good point...our lives basically suck at the moment....” he frowned. “Um, to freedom of expression.”

“To the right to fuck wherever we want,” added Brian.

“To artistic integrity.”

“To sacrificing everything.”

“Almost everything,” Justin reminded him.

Brian smiled, and tilted his head in agreement. “Almost everything.”

britin1729

Brian: I don't believe in love.

Justin: Mmm. By the way, thanks for paying my college tuition.

Brian: We may have lived together for the last several years, but we're not boyfriends.

Justin: Course not. You just feel guilty about me getting bashed five years ago, so you're letting me stay.

Brian: You mean nothing. I don't care whether you're here or not.

Justin: So...I'll be home around ten?

Brian: Sounds good. Then we can shower together and talk, eat take out on the floor, and generally act like an obvious couple...but we're still not together.

Justin: Riiiight...

britin1729

“What?”

“Didn't your mother ever teach you how to answer a phone, Sunshine?”

“Oh. Sorry, Brian.”

“How's the Big Apple?”

“Big and Apple-y.”

Brian smirked, catching the hitch in Justin's breath as he struggled to regulate it. “So, what are you doing?” he asked knowingly.

“Remember that tape we made that we kept in our underwear drawer?”

“Yes...you took it?”

“I took it all right. Up the ass...all night long, as you remember,” Justin said with a grin.

“Still hot as I remember?”

“It is. But since you're on the phone...”

“Masturbation marathon?”

“You read my mind.”

quirks4me

quirks4me

“What the fuck is this?

“Veggie Tales-Bible stories told by vegetables.”

“Because clearly the stories make more sense when told by produce.”

"It's supposed to be fun; it's keeping Gus interested. And he's learning different types of vegetables."

Brian looks at the screen.

“Is that a cucumber?”

Justin glares at Brian.

“Don't. Say. Anything.”

Brian gives him his patented smirk.

“What? I was gonna ask if you wanted your salad tossed?”

“Only you could make this dirty. “

“What? The produce doesn't give sex tips? ‘Hey kids, use protection so you don't make baby salads!’”

dirtylttlescret

“Welcome home Sunshine,” said Brian.

“You’re such a perv,” Justin laughed, fingering the platinum bands in his palm.

“I’m sweet.”

“Putting our wedding rings inside a BSDM rubber ducky? How did I ever believe you weren’t a romantic?”

“It’s a mystery,” shrugged Brian. They slid the rings on each other’s fingers, then kissed, deep and heady.

“Come here,” said Brian, leading Justin towards the bed. Four leather cuffs lay on the duvet. He grinned.

“Now that you’re finally mine, I think it’s high time I punished you for taking your sweet-ass time in New York.”

Justin smiled and bent over.