happier_bunny (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} happier_bunny) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} qaf_scavenger,@ 2009-10-30 19:01:00 |
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| Entry tags: | 2009 fall contest |
Post # 34 (Final Post)
Title: Doin' Dracula
Author (Beta): the_minx_17 (leela_cat)
Fandom (Pairing) – Rating: QAF (Brian/Justin) – Adult
Word count: ~450
Excerpt: "Shouldn't you be out with all the other little kiddies? Dressed up like Dracula and begging candy from strangers?"
AN: The boys – and their baggage – belong to Queer as Folk and are the property of Russell T. Davies, CowLip Productions, Tony Jonas Productions, Showtime Networks Inc. and others. The addiction to them is all mine.
"Shouldn't you be out with all the other little kiddies? Dressed up like Dracula and begging candy from strangers?"
The words are right. The disinterested drawl is pitch perfect. But I know that if Justin looks close enough, he'll see the true teasing in my eyes. Thankfully I'm still staring at the computer screen and he isn't close enough to notice.
Not that the distance seems to matter. He just laughs and moves in closer. Little shit has been able to see beyond my words since the beginning. He makes himself right at home, pushing in until we're flush against each other, his chest pressed along my back, arms draped over my neck.
"No way I'd do Dracula. His teeth are too sharp."
My lips quirk up, more smirk than smile. "If it's you doin' him, the teeth are not an issue, twat."
He huffs a breath against my neck and then, turning slightly, bites my ear. "And what if I'm doin' you?"
"Then you better watch the teeth." My cock is tight against my jeans, suddenly hard and damn well interested in the conversation. "I'm sensitive like that."
"Idiot," he murmurs, shoving away from me only to spin the chair around and plop down in my lap. "You gonna fuck me, or do I have to go to Babylon?"
That's just not an option at all. Not that I tell him. The boy finds trouble without even trying. Hell, he found me just by leaning against a lamppost. And Babylon on Halloween, with all those fags in leather and ripped fishnets, is the very definition of trouble.
Without a word, I turn and save the proposal I was working on.
Apparently that's answer enough.
Justin slides off my lap and, shooting me a grin over his shoulder, heads towards the bedroom. "I'll just start the shower."
I shake my head and chuckle, shutting the computer down for the night. Justin is incorrigible. Of course, that's part of his charm.
I'm naked by the time I reach the bathroom, clothes dropped haphazardly at the foot of the bed. Thank God it's only jeans and a tank.
Pushing my tongue into my cheek, I try to affect an air of innocence and knock on the shower door.
Justin swings the glass open, curiosity lighting his eyes. "Brian?"
"Trick," and I drag my tongue over my bottom lip, my eyes tracking slowly down his body, "or treat?"
He slides to his knees and, leaning over the shower's threshold, nuzzles my cock. "Why not both?"
"Just watch the teeth, boy." I follow him as he scoots further into the shower. "Watch the teeth."
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