Challenge #35 Fall & Fall Decorations Title: Bad!Fic III Author: Vamphile Timeline: Like the timelines ever make sense in bad!fic, all we know is it's pre season four. Condom(s): Eight to Justin and Two to Brian
Oh, also, I updated Keeping Time Chapter Five is here
Brian stared at Justin. “How do you know you’re pregnant?”
“This is the kind of thing you just… know”
”We’ve got to get out of here”
Justin nodded. “Yeah, before I start showing.”
Brian put a hand on either of Justin’s shoulders and stared into his eyes. “I love you, baby.”
Justin closed his eyes. “I love you too, Bri.” They kissed deeply clinging to one another. Finally they opened their eyes.
The chilly evening air ruffled Justin’s hair. They were still standing in front of the silver minivan.
“Dammit, that usually works.”
Two Justin headed back towards the house. “It only works if the goal is to get you to admit it. If we’re living together, and I’m pregnant, you’ve probably already said it somewhere along the line.”
“Okay, let’s think. It’s not the I love you. It’s not getting rid of whoever is beating you. What’s left?”
“Brian, when you were being sued for sexual harassment I let Kip Thomas blow me and made him promise to drop the suit.”
A puppy bounded over and dropped a toy at Brian’s feet. “It’s not the kip thing.”
“Then what the fuck is it?’
Three Justin faced Brian, “you know, the prom wasn’t your fault.”
Brian rolled his eyes. “It’s never that simple with the bashing.”
Justin sat down on the sofa, scratched a puppy’s head and winced. “I’d really like to go back to a universe where I’m not covered in bruises.”
“Know what we can do in this ‘verse though…?”
Justin smiled and moved towards the bedroom. “I’m glad Debbie took Gus with her.”
Brian pulled Justin’s shirt over his head. “I’m glad this is Bad!fic, you’re healing in record time.”
Justin wrapped his arms around Brian and pulled him down. “Fuck me.”
Four Brian’s fingers circled Justin’s hole, coating it with lube. The harvest moon shone through gauzy window treatments and Justin’s body seemed to be glowing. He slid into him and rolled his bottom lip into his mouth, concentrating on not losing it. The feel of Justin, just Justin, hot, wet, and tight around him blocking out everything else, overwhelming his senses, making his body shudder. He began to move. Justin’s heels dug into his back, urging him on. Justin’s mouth was open, his eyes closed. His breathing ragged. “Brain.”
“Did you just call me ‘brain’?”
Justin pulled him forward. “Shut up.”
Five Justin pulled Brian to him, pressing his tongue between Brian’s lips. When he felt Brian come, filling him, his own orgasm rushed through his body, making him shake. He felt Brian collapse on top of him and held him close. They needed to get out of this ‘verse, but hopefully not before the got to do that again.
Brian rolled off of him, running his long fingers through Justin’s sweaty hair. “We should do that again before we figure this out.”
Justin nodded his agreement. “ But we really do need to figure this out. I’m not having an ass!baby.”
six Justin poured kibble into all the bowels and then started cooking dinner. “Do you have to do that?”
“Yes, I’m hungry, and I think better on a full stomach.”
“Your stomach is full enough” Brian grumbled.
“Oh, don’t start with me. It may be an ass!baby but it wasn’t the Immaculate Conception.”
“Hormones dear?” Brian smirked
Justin sighed. “Maybe. Christ, Brian, why are we still here?”
Brian opened a beer and offered one to Justin.
“Brian, I can’t drink.”
“But…”
“I’m not giving a kid FES.”
Brian lit a joint. “So getting stoned with me is out of the question?”
seven Justin put the casserole on the table and shook his head. “I’ve become my mother.”
Brian shook his head. “The writer’s mother.”
“Or the writer.”
“So where were we?”
“Not the bashing, not kip, not the love thing…”
Brian held Justin’s hand. “I want this baby, baby.”
Justin waited, when nothing happened he shook his head. “Not the domestic thing.”
Brian took a big bite of the casserole and then put his fork down. “Maybe you’re here to take cooking lessons.”
“Fuck off. You can’t cook either.”
Brian picked up the phone to order a pizza and tried to think.
eight The pizza had been decimated. Justin was feeding leftover pepperoni slices to a puppy. “Brian, what if this is just a bad plotless domestic daddy!Brian and daddy!Justin mpreg? What if the only way out is to actually get through the pregnancy, and give birth?”
“Then we’re aborting.”
“The mission or the ass!baby?”
“Both.”
“I’m in.”
Brian took Justin’s hand. “Come to bed, we’ve got a doctor to find tomorrow… one who knows how to get rid of ass!babies.”
“You’re going to fuck me again though, right?”
Brian nodded, closing bedroom window against the cool crisp November air. “More than once.”
nine Justin woke up before Brian. He dealt with the morning sickness, brushed his teeth and then woke Brian up with a kiss.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
Brian huffed out a laugh but didn’t argue. Justin wrapped his fingers around Brian’s cock, smiling. Brian let his head fall back and Justin kissed his neck and then pushed at his shoulder. Brian rolled over and buried his face in his hands. Justin pressed into him slowly; Brian was on his knees now, pushing back against him. Justin sped up, luxuriating in feel of Brian’s hot skin with no latex separating them.
ten Justin prodded at Brian’s prostate, his hands gripping Brian’s hip as they both moaned out their orgasms.
Justin closed his eyes. Holding Brian’s hips in place as he kept mercilessly fucking him, feeling the hot wet slide of his own come making the movements effortless and perfect. He opened his eyes. They were in the loft.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Brian seemed a little dazed. “What?”
“That was the answer? I had to fuck you?”
“You do that all the time.”
“I know that, but…”
Brian smiled. “So next time, we’ll try that first.”