| Challenge #42 Author's Choice |
[Dec. 9th, 2007|12:01 am] |
Title: Hustler Justin VIII
Author: Vamphile
Warnings: Violence, Angst,
(This is an H/C emotional!porn story in drabble form this set gets kinda graphic)
This is NOT a RAPE or DEATH!FIC.
Condom(s): 1 to Justin
Hustler!Justin
Hustler!Justin II
Hustler!Justin III
Hustler!Justin IV
Hustler!Justin V
Hustler!Justin VI
Hustler!Justin VII
Hustler!Justin VIII
Well, the blank look is gone, but he’s still not answering my question. He just stares. “You know what happened.”
“I know what I think happened.”
“Do you need me to spell it out for you in gory detail? Is that what gets you off?”
I’m far from aroused. “Why did you…”
“We’ve done this part. They pay better. I knew this guy, he’s not that bad.”
Now I’m going to scream. not that bad? I turn him around putting my hands on his shoulders. "Look at yourself in the mirror and say that."
He doesn’t raise his eyes.
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| Challenge #42 - Author's Choice |
[Dec. 9th, 2007|10:40 am] |
Title: Ear Plugs
Author: Foreverbm
Timeline: After season 5
Condom: Michael
“What time’s Ben getting home?” Hunter asked, between bites of his hamburger.
“In about an hour” Michael answered.
“ Thank Christ for that!”
“And dinner will be ready soon so why are you eating that?”
“Are you cooking it?”
“Of course”
“There’s your answer!”
“Smart ass! You’ve missed Ben as well huh?”
“Yeah, sure. But the walls arn’t that thick and listening to you on the phone every night when he rings does not make for good dreams”
“Hey!”
“Ohhhh…..Ben…..ohhhh….yes…..ohhhhhh……more”
“Shut up!”
“Promise me next time he goes away you’ll buy me ear plugs. Or better yet, go with him” |
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| Challenge #42: Author's Choice |
[Dec. 9th, 2007|09:05 pm] |
Title: Hustler!Justin IX
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): 10 to Justin 3 to Brian
Hustler!Justin
Hustler!Justin II
Hustler!Justin III
Hustler!Justin IV
Hustler!Justin V
Hustler!Justin VI
Hustler!Justin VII
Hustler!Justin VIII
Hustler Justin IX
I can’t look up. His fingers press into my shoulders. I wince. He softens his hold but remains behind me putting a finger under my chin. I close my eyes.
“Justin.”
“I can’t.”
His touch is gentle, he runs a hand down my arm and then his hand is holding mine. “You have to.”
I open my eyes and have trouble recognizing myself. I look like hell. I’ve lost weight. There are dark circles under my eyes and I look pale, even for me. His hand moves slowly down my neck to my chest. My eyes follow and I gasp.
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