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| Entry tags: | small things made large, small things phase 1 |
Small things made large: 34-39
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Authors: Please do not identify yourself nor reply to comments on your own drabbles.
34. by LJ's dean1955
Reservations
“So, did you enjoy dinner?”
“Yes Brian, it was very nice.”
“How about the restaurant and the table they gave us?”
“It was wonderful. We should there more often.”
“How about the food Justin, did you like your chicken parmesan?
“Yes Brian, it was very tasty. You should have tried some.”
“One last thing, how about the phone number the waiter gave you while I was in the men’s room? Did you enjoy that one as well? Was the writing clear and legible?”
“Uh, what?”
“Well Justin?”
“Hey, I wonder if we have anymore of that chocolate cake.”
“JUSTIN!”
35. bypositive_pat
Out of breath and in a panic, I stopped running. Looking around, I realized I was standing in the middle of the street on Liberty Avenue.
How had I gotten here? I took a deep breath and breathed in all the familiar smells of my home.
No! I can't stop now, I have to find him. Where could he be?
Realizing again, I had lost him, panic returned.
Where could he be? Was he with her or maybe with him?
Breathing deeply, I shook my head. I knew one thing, I had to find him soon, before anyone else did.
36. bymorgan_is_randy
Tie
"No, they're all different shades." Justin spoke adamantly.
Daphne eyed the slightly varying colors of silk. She handed Justin the darkest of the black ties. "This one."
Justin held it up so the light hit the material. "You're genius!"
"If I was a genius, I would never have agreed to go shopping with you, a picky, temperamental artist, to buy anything for Brian."
"Someone else had to share the burden." Justin triumphantly waved the tie in the air as he walked to the register.
37. byburntpyre
"Rise and shine, Gorgeous." Justin slid the curtains off the grand glass window bringing the sun inside, forcing Brian to blink and frown at the unwelcome light and heat.
"It's Sunday, Blondie, fuck off and take the sunshine with you." Brian tried to cover his face with pillows and then the duvet, but Justin was quicker to throw them away.
Stubbornly keeping his eyes shut, Brian feigned disinterest when Justin caressed him, cooing him to wake up. "JR's decided to grace us with her presence. Lindsay will drop her here in an hour."
Justin got his favorite puppy-Brian look instantly.
38. byvamphile
Brian woke up and rolled over inhaling the scent from the other pillow deeply. He was surprised to find the bed empty, then surprised to be surprised. He smoked slowly and convinced himself that he wasn't actually missing anyone specifically he'd merely become accustomed to things and that really he was pretty fucking relieved to have his loft back to himself. He showered and when he ended up jerking off thinking about blue eyes, blond hair and unblemished smooth pale skin gliding like silk under his hands, he knew with absolute certainty that his next move was the right one.
39. bypendulumchanges
He sleeps, warm and soft in my arms… until his screams split the night.
We walk down Liberty Avenue, laughing hand-in-hand… until someone's bag bumps him as they pass. Suddenly he's pressed against my side, I'm tripping over his feet, and my fingers are crushed in his.
He paints, with complete focus and determination… until his hand spasms, and the piece is ruined. He hurls his brush across the room so hard he almost loses his balance. Paint splatters everywhere when it hits the wall. His entire body shakes while he cries.
I forget, sometimes. Until I remember.
Authors: Please do not identify yourself nor reply to comments on your own drabbles.
34. by LJ's dean1955
Reservations
“So, did you enjoy dinner?”
“Yes Brian, it was very nice.”
“How about the restaurant and the table they gave us?”
“It was wonderful. We should there more often.”
“How about the food Justin, did you like your chicken parmesan?
“Yes Brian, it was very tasty. You should have tried some.”
“One last thing, how about the phone number the waiter gave you while I was in the men’s room? Did you enjoy that one as well? Was the writing clear and legible?”
“Uh, what?”
“Well Justin?”
“Hey, I wonder if we have anymore of that chocolate cake.”
“JUSTIN!”
35. by
positive_pat Out of breath and in a panic, I stopped running. Looking around, I realized I was standing in the middle of the street on Liberty Avenue.
How had I gotten here? I took a deep breath and breathed in all the familiar smells of my home.
No! I can't stop now, I have to find him. Where could he be?
Realizing again, I had lost him, panic returned.
Where could he be? Was he with her or maybe with him?
Breathing deeply, I shook my head. I knew one thing, I had to find him soon, before anyone else did.
36. by
morgan_is_randy Tie
"No, they're all different shades." Justin spoke adamantly.
Daphne eyed the slightly varying colors of silk. She handed Justin the darkest of the black ties. "This one."
Justin held it up so the light hit the material. "You're genius!"
"If I was a genius, I would never have agreed to go shopping with you, a picky, temperamental artist, to buy anything for Brian."
"Someone else had to share the burden." Justin triumphantly waved the tie in the air as he walked to the register.
37. by
burntpyre "Rise and shine, Gorgeous." Justin slid the curtains off the grand glass window bringing the sun inside, forcing Brian to blink and frown at the unwelcome light and heat.
"It's Sunday, Blondie, fuck off and take the sunshine with you." Brian tried to cover his face with pillows and then the duvet, but Justin was quicker to throw them away.
Stubbornly keeping his eyes shut, Brian feigned disinterest when Justin caressed him, cooing him to wake up. "JR's decided to grace us with her presence. Lindsay will drop her here in an hour."
Justin got his favorite puppy-Brian look instantly.
38. by
vamphile Brian woke up and rolled over inhaling the scent from the other pillow deeply. He was surprised to find the bed empty, then surprised to be surprised. He smoked slowly and convinced himself that he wasn't actually missing anyone specifically he'd merely become accustomed to things and that really he was pretty fucking relieved to have his loft back to himself. He showered and when he ended up jerking off thinking about blue eyes, blond hair and unblemished smooth pale skin gliding like silk under his hands, he knew with absolute certainty that his next move was the right one.
39. by
pendulumchanges He sleeps, warm and soft in my arms… until his screams split the night.
We walk down Liberty Avenue, laughing hand-in-hand… until someone's bag bumps him as they pass. Suddenly he's pressed against my side, I'm tripping over his feet, and my fingers are crushed in his.
He paints, with complete focus and determination… until his hand spasms, and the piece is ruined. He hurls his brush across the room so hard he almost loses his balance. Paint splatters everywhere when it hits the wall. His entire body shakes while he cries.
I forget, sometimes. Until I remember.