xie_xie_xie (xie_xie_xie) wrote in qaf_challenges, @ 2009-04-04 11:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | small things made large, small things made large amnesty |
Bizarre, by morgan_is_randy
Title: Bizarre
Author: morgan_is_randy
Drabble: #45 by noteverything
Notes: Post series. Thank you to my awesome beta noteverything who deals with my last minute fics even though I always promise to have them to her way in advance of the due dates!
Brian sighed, wondering how he'd let Justin talk him into coming to Theodore's birthday dinner at Little Treasure. He entertained himself by glaring at Ted and Blake as they fed each other noodles.
When the fortune cookies finally came, Brian stood up, eager to leave. Ted said, "You can't go without reading your fortune, Brian! It's birthday tradition."
Brian sighed one more time; cracking open his cookie.
"You will find yourself in a new position." he deadpanned. "Good! Justin and I'll go work on that right now."
"I'll be a monkey's uncle!" exclaimed Ted. "My fortune says the same thing!"
Brian’s internal alarm clock woke him a little before seven. As he always did, secretly of course, he kept his eyes closed in attempt to tune into Justin’s presence. If he waited a few more minutes, he was sure the alarm would beep; Justin would turn it off and wake him up in one of a number of ways that would end with him having his first orgasm of the day.
As Brian lay, he noticed that the bed sheets were rough against his skin and they also smelled different. Brian made a mental note to remind the cleaning lady to only use the fabric softener on the approved list of allergen free products he'd given her as per Justin's request. He wondered how he’d not noticed it the night before, or why Justin hadn’t said a word about it while he was squirming against them. Brian shifted his body and groaned as his back and neck strained, protesting his movements. The mattress felt lumpy and he considered the possibility that he’d actually succeeded in fucking Justin into it.
He needed a hot shower almost as bad as he needed his... wait a minute. His cock! It wasn’t hard?!?! His breath quickened as he started to panic. He moved his hand under the covers and was about to place it on his dick when he heard a funny-sounding snore, completely unrecognizable. He dropped his hand to his side and wondered worriedly if Justin was sick. But then, a moment later, he felt a warm naked arm drape across his chest and three whispered words from chapped lips spoke against his shoulder. “I love you.”
Brian stiffened. THAT was not Justin’s voice. Justin would never wake him up in such a ridiculous manner. “I love you’s” in the morning were said with sucking lips, gliding tongues and ropes of cum shooting into tight asses. One tight ass. A tight ass that didn’t belong to whoever the fuck was beside him, moving on top of him!
Brian felt goosebumps of fear rise on his skin. He remained still and squeezed his eyes closed and chanted, “He’ll go away. It’s a nightmare. He’ll go away.” But the person wasn’t going away. They were kissing his neck and collarbone.
He and Justin had been monogamous for going on six years! He wouldn’t fuck that up. He would never go home with some trick that had apparently fallen in love with him in one night. Brian clearly remembered fucking Justin every which way and passing out with his dick still buried inside him. They hadn’t had that much to drink. He was sober enough to drive out to their house instead of staying at the loft and still participate in countless rounds of sex.
“Wake up honey bear,” the nearly-familiar voice spoke again, sending a chill down Brian’s spine.
Brian decided to face whatever he’d done head-on. He snapped his eyes open and looked down in horror. His mouth opened in a silent scream and was quickly filled with wet, sticky tongue.
Brian had no idea how in the fuck it had happened. How in God’s name he and Blake had ended up in bed together. He wondered if Ted and Justin had slipped them both some heavy E and were watching from another room, getting off on it. He grabbed Blake’s shoulders, pushed him onto his side and abruptly sat up. Justin would NEVER do such a thing!
He tried to catch his breath as he looked around him. He was definitely in Ted and Blake's condo and apparently in Ted and Blake’s bed. Ewww!
“What’s wrong honey?” Blake asked, touching his…his decidedly not-defined bicep!
Brian looked down at his body and screamed, “I’m so old!” He threw the blankets off him and asked in a choked cry, “What happened to my cock?” His fingers hovered over the dick, afraid to touch the limp flesh. He looked over at Blake and declared in a terror filled voice, “I have foreskin!”
Blake laughed and tried to reach out to touch Brian, but he jumped away from the touch. He fell off the side of the bed and knocked his head on the corner of the nightstand. His head pounded in agony. The last thing Brian saw before his vision went black was a tiny strip of paper floating down from the table and onto his forehead.
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Brian reached consciousness but did not open his eyes. He remained still and repeated over and over in his head, “I’m lying beside Justin. I’m in our bed. I am not Ted Schmidt. I am lying beside Justin. I’m in our bed. I am NOT Ted Schmidt.” He didn’t realize that the whole time his lips were forming each one of the words.
Laughter broke out beside Brian, causing him to wince. Then his ears picked up on the pitch. He smiled.
“What are you doing, Brian?”
Brian sighed deeply in relief and opened his eyes. Justin sat beside him, looking sleep-rumpled. His stomach was painted with crusty evidence of pleasure, his blond hair was knotted and stood in all directions and his smile was wide in amusement.
“What were you mumbling?” Justin asked as he leaned over to nuzzle his face against Brian’s defined shoulder.
Brian ignored the question and looked down at his naked, thankfully perfect body and pulled Justin down on top of him. “I had a horrible nightmare,” he mumbled into Justin’s hair, breathing in his scent.
Justin looked into Brian’s eyes to gauge the impact of the nightmare. He didn’t see fear or remorse as he often did when on the rare occasion, Brian awoke from the worst of them. Instead, he saw shock and amusement. “A nightmare?”
“Nothing to worry about.” Brian assured as he moved his body against the soft sheets and mattress.
Justin rubbed along Brian’s length, sliding their dicks back and forth; getting their cocks nice and hard for what he knew would come. He tongued Brian’s earlobe and whispered, “Your cock is really hard.”
Brian wrapped his arms around Justin and arched up against him. “Mmm… yeah. It is. It really is. Care to take care of it?”
Justin lazily kissed Brian, and then moved his body down between his legs. He grabbed his lover’s cock in his warm fist and stroked out some pre-cum from the slit. He opened his mouth and began to lower his head toward Brian’s crotch.
Brian was confused when Justin stopped his stroking and did not take him into his mouth. He froze, wondering if this was a nightmare too.
Justin looked up at Brian and spoke three words. “I love you.” Before the last word had completely crossed his lips he sucked Brian’s dick into his mouth and down his throat.
Brian grabbed the blond strands of knotted hair between his fingers and concentrated on Justin’s talent. It wasn’t exactly a new position, and it wasn't so bad hearing those three words in the early morning, especially when they came from the lips that were currently helping in driving him toward his orgasm.
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