| Challenge #39 - Fire, Fireplaces, Candles |
[Nov. 18th, 2007|12:32 am] |
Title: Nothing Else Mattered
Author: Foreverbm
Timeline: In the future
A/N; 2nd in series of birthday drabbles
Condom; Michael
Michael put the last candle on Ben’s cake.
Seventeen birthdays they had shared. One a disaster, but still an important part of their lives. Each year he’d told himself he wouldn’t look forward but he did. Being without Ben terrified him.
The door slammed and he put the cake in the fridge as Ben walked in.
God, he was as beautiful as the day he had fallen in love with him. There may be some grey in his hair, his blue eyes mightn’t be as bright as they once were, but he was still with him. Nothing else mattered. |
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| *Challenge #39: Fire, Fireplace, Candles |
[Nov. 18th, 2007|10:45 am] |
Title: Inside a Poem
Notes: Number 3 in my "series." I am losing steam...I hope I can manage a few more!
And the condom goes to: My boy Brian.
Part II
Justin lay covered in come and wax, mesmerized by Brian’s sweaty body glistening in candlelight.
“Christ, you look so hot and nasty that way, ” Brian said, breaking the silence.
“Want me to fuck you?” he asked.
Justin moaned.
He caressed Justin’s cock, running his thumb over the head. Justin was hard again and Brian felt him jerk in his hand.
“Dirty, nasty boy.”
Brian reached up and loosened Justin’s wrists from the bed. Leaving them bound, he flipped Justin onto his stomach and pulled back on Justin’s hips, bringing him to his knees.
“Tell me what you want, Justin.” |
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| *Challenge #39: Fire, Fireplace, Candles |
[Nov. 18th, 2007|10:48 am] |
Title: This is the Light
Notes: These are all un-beta'd. I had a hell of a time making it safe sex in 100 words, it's only got a mention. Who wants to mess with putting on a condom when there's Justin's ass to spank?
And the condom goes to: Brian.
ETA: It didn't post the last paragraph the first time...I'm not sure what I did wrong. Sorry...!
Part III
Justin groaned.
“Fuck me, Brian.”
“How?”
“Hard. Fuck me hard.”
Brian grabbed lube and a condom. Justin gasped as Brian slowly pushed into him. He pushed back, begging, “God...faster...please.”
Brian’s hands grabbed Justin’s hips as he rocked into his ass. He reached around to stroke Justin’s cock.
The room, bathed in candlelight, echoed with Justin’s moaning. Brian felt another orgasm building. He slapped Justin’s ass. “Come for me, Justin.”
Justin shuddered and came, pulsing in Brian’s hand. Brian came moments later.
He moved up to untie Justin's wrists. "Dirty, nasty boy..." he repeated, licking and sucking Justin's neck. |
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| Challenge #39 - Fire, Fireplace, Candles |
[Nov. 18th, 2007|10:57 am] |
Title: Blessed
Author: Foreverbm
Timeline: 3 years after season 5
A/N: The 3rd in my birthday series.
Condom: Michael
Ben picked up the last of the wrapping paper along with the candles from JR’s birthday cake and threw them into the bin. The day had been a huge success, JR’s squeals of excitement as she ripped open each parcel a delight to watch. When the girls said she could spend the night, Michael’s joy had been unmistakable.
He walked into the living room and stopped. Michael was sound asleep on the sofa, JR sprawled on top of him, her small pudgy hand wrapped in his.
His eyes misted over. How blessed he was to be part of this family. |
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| *Challenge #39: Fire, Fireplace, Candles |
[Nov. 18th, 2007|01:40 pm] |
TITLE: "MEET ME BY THE FIREPLACE"
AUTHOR: Doppelganger
TIMELINE: Anytime after 513.
A/N: This wasn't beta'd.
This one's for the unromantic Kinney.
They’ve been eyeing each other all night. Their bodies ache for each other‘s touch. They haven’t spoke for more than five minutes because they’ve been busy all day. Britin‘s crowded with friends and families celebrating Christmas with them. Brian stood by the warm fireplace. Justin’s not far away from him; he stood behind the crowd. Brian motioned for him to come over. Justin obliged, sliding unnoticeably away from their guests.
“Hey,” Justin said.
Brian looked up, Justin followed his eyes.
“A mistletoe…?”
Brian suppressed a sexy smile.
This man’s not romantic at all, Justin thought as Brian devoured his mouth.
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| Challenge #39 Fire, Fireplaces, Candles |
[Nov. 18th, 2007|01:52 pm] |
Title: Not meant to happen
Author: Foreverbm
A/N: Another follow up to Romantic Thoughts/Revenge series.
Condom: Michael
The first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains.
Michael traced his fingers over Ben’s lips before bending down raining light butterfly kisses over his face.
Ben’s eyes opened slowly a smile crossing his face.
“Morning baby”
Michael dropped his eyes
“I’m sorry I fell asleep”
“I’m sorry I had a headache”
“You didn’t really did you?”
“No”
“I deserved that”
“How about a romantic morning instead? No candles needed.”
Ben’s mouth found Michael’s as his hands began to lovingly explore his body
The door flew open.
“What’s for breakfast, I’m fucking starving!”
They looked at each other and groaned. |
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| Challenge #39 Fire, Fireplace, Candles |
[Nov. 18th, 2007|03:42 pm] |
Title: Tiny little interlude
Author: Vamphile
Timeline: Post 513
Condom(s): Justin
Tiny Little Interlude
The fire crackled in its slow burn. The housewarming party had been a success. Brian and Justin couldn’t tell you when the last guest left; they had already been lost in each other, making out right here, on the sofa, in front of the fire. Their family would forgive them. They knew that. Brian’s hands were on Justin’s hips pressing his thigh into Justin’s straining erection. Their lips swollen, their need blazing the way the fire had been hours ago, when all this had started. Justin’s hands were working to remove Brian’s shirt and Brian leaned forward, ravaging Justin’s mouth… |
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| Challenge #39 - Fire, Fireplace, Candles |
[Nov. 18th, 2007|08:48 pm] |
Title: Suprises
Author: Foreverbm
A/N: The final in my birthday series
Condom; Michael
Hunter cycled along the pavement, wondering who the strange car parked outside their house belonged to.
Shrugging, climbed the steps, and opened the door to be greeted by his fathers standing there in silly hats, the room decorated with streamers, balloons, candles and a table covered with food.
“Happy Birthday Hunter!” they yelled in unison as he shook his head in amazement.
“I’m 18, not 15” he said, laughing, but was secretly delighted by what they had done.
“Who else is here?”
“No one. Why?”
“Whose car is that outside then?”
“Yours” Ben replied, throwing him a bunch of keys. |
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