britin1729 (britin1729) wrote in _love_qaf_fic, @ 2010-03-28 22:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: britin1729, fantasy series |
Fantasy Series
Title: A Tough Cell
Disclaimer: I don't own QAF
Pairing: Brian/Justin.
Rating: A light R
A/N: Unless otherwise specified, these are in no particular order. This one is post 513. It's also short, and all dialogue. :)
Fantasy #3: Brian has a kink that even Justin thinks is weird.
“Brian, come on...this is totally stupid. I can't do it.”
“Yes, you can. Come on. You start.”
“I swear, you get off on the weirdest—”
“Justin!”
“Fine. Um...my-my hand is on my cock, and....”
“Is it really?”
“Well, no, but...”
“Justin, come on!”
“Jesus...fine. Yes, my hand is on my cock. I'm stroking...pretending it's you...and, um—”
“We had better phone sex when you were in New York.”
“Well, I'm sorry, okay? This is just stupid. What is it with you and your phone kink? Is this like a business man thing or something?”
“After what I let you do last week? This is my thank you?”
“I knew you were going to hold that over my head.”
“Damn right.”
“At least mine was somewhat normal.”
“Are you shitting me? That was about the weirdest fucking thing I've done in bed. Or anywhere else. Ever. And this is me we're talking about. I don't even want to know what other perverted fantasies go on in your mind, Sunshine.”
“Fuck you!”
“Now you're getting it.”
“Christ...it's official...my partner is certifiably fucking insane.”
“Fuck it. I'll do it myself. My fingers are in your ass, spreading you...”
“You know you could actually be doing this if—”
“Justin, you're ruining it!”
“Well, this is ridiculous! I mean, if I were still in New York, or LA, then fine. But I'm on the fucking living room couch with a cell phone pressed against my ear. I could just as easily be in bed!”
“Well, excuse me for trying to liven up our sex life.”
“It doesn't need livening! And even if it did, I'm sure we could think up better ways than wasting all our cell phone minutes when we're twenty fucking feet apart.”
“Jesus. Fine. Get your ass over here.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“But...you want to do this.”
“How about I call you later while we're both at work, and we'll do it then? That better? Maybe I'll even send you visual enhancements via text.”
“That's...huh. Color me intrigued, Monsieur Kinney.”
“French accent...interesting...I think I'm starting to appreciate your newfound taste in foreign films. You coming?”
“If you have anything to say about it.”
“Justin?”
“Yeah?”
“You can hang up the phone now.”