hounded (hounded) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2007-09-19 16:40:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | author: hounded/rebel, author: xie_xie_xie, challenge #30: 216-220 |
Challenge #30: 216-220
This is the fourth through fifteenth sixteenth parts of my post-216 AU kitten drabble series that begins here. I am almost done... there are 13 drabbles here. All 13 condoms go to Justin.
Romance
By Rebel
Exhausted by hours of play, the kitten was sleeping on the back of the sofa. Daphne and Justin were standing at the open refrigerator door, arguing over the relative merits of ordering a pizza or cooking something using only beer, Evian, and cold cereal.
“We had the best maple pancakes at this place in Vermont,” Daphne said, sighing.
“You and what’s his name?”
Daphne jabbed her elbow into his side. “Shut up. Just because you don’t like him. But it was very romantic. They had a fireplace and Jacuzzi in every room.”
Justin didn’t respond, just closed the refrigerator door and said, decisively, “Pizza.”
Meow
By Rebel
After the pizza came, Daphne went back to her recent trip. “You and Brian should go.”
Justin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I can see him on a romantic weekend in the mountains.”
“You could ask him.”
Just then the kitten woke up, and looked around, worried to find herself alone. She gave a heartrending “meeeewwww.”
Justin ran over and picked her up, petting her. “Shhhh, it’s okay.”
The kitten blinked, and jumped down to use the litterbox.
Justin laughed. “Unless that place takes cats, I think it’ll be a while before I try to get Brian to take me there.”
It’s Business
By Rebel
Justin watched Brian pack. “Where are you going?”
Brian shrugged. “Business.”
“What business?”
Brian zipped his bag shut. “My business.”
Justin didn’t answer. He was tired of trying to figure Brian out, tired of one word answers and the loft door closing. He just went out to the living room.
The kitten jumped up on the back of the sofa, and crawled onto his shoulder. Justin jumped, and then laughed as he pulled her down into his lap.
Brian paused at the door, watching Justin smile at the kitten. He realized he hadn’t seen that smile in a long time.
What’s Your Name?
By Rebel
Brian walked over to the sofa. Justin looked up. “What?”
Brian folded his lips in, stuck his tongue in his cheek, and put one hand behind his back. “When I get back…”
Justin waited.
Brian tried again. “I’m going to Chicago to try to meet with Leo Brown from Brown Athletics.” He stopped.
Justin nodded. “Okay.”
“I’ll be back tonight.” Brian hesitated. “Maybe when I get back we can try to figure out some kind of name for her.”
Justin looked up at him, and Brian thought, not for the first time, that his smile really was just like sunshine.
Dark Eyes
By Rebel
Daphne and Justin were walking down the street. She had a class, and he had to stop and pick up some cat food on his way home.
They heard violin music at the same time. “I know that guy, he goes to my school. I heard him play once.”
Daphne listened for minute. “He’s good. Intense eyes.”
Justin looked at him. He thought about his birthday, and Brian, and how sometimes it felt like he lived in a mine field instead of a home. “Yeah, they are.”
Daphne went off to her class, and Justin stood, listening to the music.
Garbage
By Rebel
Justin smiled when the violinist… Ethan … remembered him. It felt good to just flirt and laugh with someone his own age, who apparently didn’t have a “special handling required” sticker placed on him at birth.
And when Ethan asked him to help him bring a sofa about to be tossed in a garbage truck up to his apartment, he was glad to help.
Even if the sofa was disgusting. “God, are you really going to sit on this thing?” Justin asked, laughing, when they set it down.
Ethan shrugged. “One man’s garbage is another man’s living room.”
Wolfram
By Rebel
Justin heard a cat meow, and went over to pet him. “I have a kitten.” He looked up at the dark-eyed man. “My boyfriend gave her to me. He found her in an alley and brought her home.”
Ethan nodded. “All my best stuff, I found in the street. Including Wolfram.”
Justin stood up. “Yeah. That’s where I found my boyfriend, actually.”
“Can I get you anything? A beer?”
Justin shook his head. “I have to go.”
Ethan looked at him. “Your boyfriend waiting?”
Justin laughed. “No. My kitten.”
He waved over his shoulder as he ran down the stairs.
Purring
By Rebel
When Justin got home, Brian was staring at his computer, the kitten sleeping on his shoulder.
“That doesn’t look very comfortable.”
Brian slid his eyes sideways. “She looks completely comfortable.”
Justin bent down and kissed him. “I meant for you.”
Brian stood carefully, sliding her down against his chest. She didn’t wake up.
“We have to name this cat, you know. We can’t keep calling her ‘the kitten.’”
“This morning you called her ‘the twat,’ is that what you had in mind?”
Brian frowned. “Justin, she was asleep in my new Prada shoe.”
Justin kissed him again. The kitten purred.
Pain Management
By Rebel
Justin was at the computer, reading about cats. When Brian walked in, he didn’t look up. “Did you know that it’s easy to cook for cats?”
Brian went into the bedroom. “That would be interesting if either of us ever cooked for ourselves.”
Justin went to the door and watched him change. “I like to cook. Sometimes.”
Brian snorted. “You like to make a mess in the kitchen and then order Thai food.”
“I can cook tonight.” Justin grinned. “For us, and the kitten.”
Brian walked over and kissed him, hard. Justin was startled, and let Brian pull him closer.
Pain Management 2
By Rebel
Brian pressed his forehead to Justin’s. “Not tonight, I have to get the fuck out of here.”
Justin bit his lip. “Can’t we just stay home tonight? Just the two of us?”
Brian smiled. “You mean the three of us?”
“Three of us.”
Brian just pulled on his sexiest black t-shirt, and didn’t answer. Justin sighed.
He was sitting on the sofa, the kitten in his lap, when Brian suddenly slid over the back and sat next to them. Justin let him pull him close, and kissed him back when Brian crushed his mouth against his.
The kitten watched, worried.
Pain Management 3
By Rebel
The kitten decided enough was enough. Sometimes her humans did these incomprehensible noisy things, but not tonight. Tonight she wanted her dinner, and a name, and someone to get that jingly ball out from behind the bookshelf.
“Meow!” She swatted Justin’s arm.
Nothing.
“Meeewwww!” She flicked her claw over Brian’s cheek.
“Hey! Watch the face!” Brian pulled away from Justin, who was trying not to laugh. “I’ve had a for shit day, cat. I don’t need more shit at home.”
“What happened?”
Brian shook his head, and didn’t answer.
Justin slid closer, and the kitten sat down on Brian’s leg.
Hospital
By Rebel
The kitten nudged Brian’s hand with her head. He started petting her without realizing it.
“Michael called….”
Justin kissed his jaw. “Yeah?”
“Ben’s in the hospital.”
Justin blinked. “Is he okay?”
Brian shrugged. “I think he will be.”
“What happened?”
“Bad reaction to his meds. It’s serious.” Brian was still petting the kitten, and Justin was still next to him. He felt her purring under his hand.
He felt Justin’s breath against his face.
Brian turned his head for a second. “I hate that hospital.”
Justin put his head on Brian’s shoulder, and they just sat there for a while.
Continued here.