| Climbing, Brian/Justin |
[Feb. 27th, 2008|11:56 am] |
Title: Climbing
Warnings/Author's notes: doesn't fit the challenge, but my friend wanted a drabble.
And the condom goes to...: Justin for cunning ability.
Brian woke up to Justin sitting on his cock.
Well, not actually sitting on his cock, but sitting on his lower abdomen.
“What the fuck are you doing?” groaned Brian, eyes still half-closed.
“Good morning to you too.”
“It’s fuck o’clock in the morning, what do you want?” The older man flung his arm across his eyes to block out the rays of Sunshine.
Justin climbed off of Brian’s lap and tossed an unidentifiable object on the bed. “It’s ten o’clock, asshole. And did you forget what today was?”
Brian rolled his eyes beneath his arm. “Obviously.”
“You promised!” Justin ripped Brian’s arm from his face so he could see the full body of gear he had on.
“We’re going rock climbing!”
“Oh, hell no.” |
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| Challenge #53: Shoe Shopping Weekends |
[Feb. 27th, 2008|01:13 pm] |
Title: Shoe Shopping on Weekends is Always Ruined by a Weekday
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) faile02
Condom: Brian
Cynthia loved New York most of the time, but she hated it just a little in the rain.
“What are you doing?” Cynthia didn’t even need to look to know Brian’s slightly sardonic tone.
“What does it look like?” She angrily patted at her leather shoes.
Brian looked horrified. “Water marks? On Jimmy Choo’s?”
“I stepped in a puddle!” Cynthia wailed, “I just bought these this weekend!”
Looking a little green, Brian shook his head. “I can’t handle this. Hold my calls.” He disappeared into his office.
“I’m not your secretary anymore!” Cynthia looked down in despair. “I might cry.” |
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| Challenge 54-Purple Prose |
[Feb. 27th, 2008|01:49 pm] |
Title: Love’s Passionate Beginnings
Author: zortrana
Condom: Brian
When Brian first saw Justin appear from the mysterious, misty dark of Liberty Avenue, he knew the luscious boy was ripe for the plucking. He sauntered towards the innocent, trembling virgin with a dangerous leer. As Ted and Emmett thought what a dastardly bastard Brian was, Michael just stared at Brian’s bulging member.
When the lithe boy ascended into Brian’s carriage of lust, the other men felt envy creeping over them like wild green vines badly in need of trimming. They could only imagine the hot, passionate kisses and earth-shaking sex that would result from this chance, yet fated, encounter. |
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| Challenge #53 CLOSED//Challenge #54: Purple Prose |
[Feb. 27th, 2008|01:55 pm] |
Challenge #53 is now closed! Thank you everybody for participating!
Condom round up is as follows:
Justin: 2
Hunter: 5
Brian: 20
And Michael with a whooping 53 condoms!
 
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Challenge #54: Purple Prose
Purple Prose: used to describe passages, or sometimes entire literary works, written in prose so overly extravagant, ornate or flowery as to break the flow and draw attention to itself. Purple prose is sensuously evocative beyond the requirements of its context. It also refers to writing that employs certain rhetorical effects such as exaggerated sentiment or pathos in an attempt to manipulate a reader's response.
This week's challenge is to write a drabble using as much purple prose as you can. Within that rule, you MUST include at least 2 of the following words/phrases:
- heaving bosom
- bulging member
- crown jewels
- ripe for the plucking
- dangerous leer
- spelunking
- limp as overcooked linguine
- spear of skin
- dastardly bastard
I expect this to be hilarious. |
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| Challlenge 54-Purple Prose |
[Feb. 27th, 2008|02:20 pm] |
Title: A Cinderella Story
Author: zortrana
Condom: Justin
Author’s note: I’m so sorry; I promise to stop—eventually.
Daphne watched, her bosom heaving with uncontrolled excitement, as Justin tossed aside his shirt with an air of contemptuous disdain. His head held as high as if he were wearing the crown jewels, he slowly descended the Babylon staircase, not unlike Cinderella at the Ball.
For Justin knew that his dark, brooding prince awaited him below amidst the sweaty, gyrating mass of commoners. Theirs was a love written in the stars and engraved upon the sand, eternal. The dastardly bastards currently dancing with his perfect soul mate would soon be nothing but mere specks of dust in the vast universe. |
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