| Series of Five Drabbles B/J |
[Jul. 8th, 2008|01:09 am] |
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) absolutefiction
Title: Sucking and Fucking
A/N: A series of six related drabbles. Not beta'd, although it probably should be. </edit> I meant to add that I lifted some quotes, paraphrasing the show for fun. :)
Condom: JUSTIN, JUSTIN, JUSTIN, JUSTIN, JUSTIN, JUSTIN (heeheehee)
Parts One through Five
Brian’s eating-out Justin’s ass, slow and excruciatingly soft; like the first time he did it. This is punishment, now that he’s brought Justin back to the loft, where their relationship’s ghost has been spooking him relentlessly. Justin’s here, after throwing himself supine across Brian’s desk at Vangard, where there's never been a ghost—although now, there’s the chance there could be, if Justin fucks it all up again. They had it good…until he came along, telling lies where Brian offered truth; cold, hard necessities he has never stopped giving. He’d like to bury himself in Justin to hide from the illusions.
( With calculated restraint... ) |
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| *Challenge #73, Rimming* |
[Jul. 8th, 2008|09:06 am] |
Title: Sunshine on the Water
Notes: Silliness inspired by these comments by Xie last night. besamislabios did a quick beta and we're not sure about one thing...is Brian reading email (as a collective noun) or emails (plural noun)? Any info from the grammar police is welcome.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney.
Brian was reading e-mail when he heard something odd. A song, coming from the other end of the loft. Recognizing the lyrics, he frowned.
“Hey! Stop with the fucking John Denver! Some of us are trying to work. And keep our dinner down.”
No reply, but the music stopped.
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Hours later, face buried in Justin’s ass, Brian was appalled and a little frightened to hear lyrics floating through his mind. “...sunshine...on the water looks so lovelyyyyyyyyy...”
Stunned, he paused. Justin groaned.
“Brian! Don’t fucking stop!” Brian shook his head hard and went back to the task at hand. |
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| Challenge # 73: Rimming |
[Jul. 8th, 2008|12:46 pm] |
Title: Rimshot, 8-11 (Part One is here and the rest link as you go along)
Author: Rebel
Condoms: 4 to Justin
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[Jul. 8th, 2008|05:29 pm] |
Title: Brian's Favorite Corner - Part Trois
Author: dirtylttlescret
A/N: This is a continuation of 4cupcakes1988's crack drabbles about a certain icon that looks like Brian taking a wizz in the corner. Part two can be found here.
Condom: Justin
“What are those?” asked Brian, pointing at the brightly colored bag.
“They’re Skittles.”
“I see that. Why are they in the loft?”
“Well Debbie said that when she was potty training Michael, she’d reward him with a Skittle for being a big boy and peeing in the potty.”
“Christ Justin,” groaned Brian. “I’m not a dog. I’m not Mikey running around in his widdle diapers. I just like to pee in the fucking corner sometimes.”
“But Brian, it’s gross,” whined Justin.
“Come here,” said Brian, and he bent him over and stuck his tongue between his cheeks to distract him.
Part Four |
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[Jul. 8th, 2008|05:49 pm] |
Title: Brian's Favorite Corner - Part Quatre
Author: dirtylttlescret
A/N: This is a continuation of 4cupcakes1988's crack drabbles about a certain icon that looks like Brian taking a wizz in the corner. Part three can be found here.
Condom: Justin
A few days later, Justin realized that his efforts at retraining Brian not to go on the hardwood floors were not exactly going as planned.
He’d come home, open the loft door, and just as he was hit by that god-awful stench, Brian would immediately drag him into the bedroom and rim him until he forgot all about it.
“Michael, what did you do when JR was potty training?” he asked. They were at the store planning the next issue of Rage.
“Let her run around with no bottoms on. Eventually she got the hang of it. Why?”
“No reason.”
Part Five |
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[Jul. 8th, 2008|06:27 pm] |
Title: Brian's Favorite Corner - Part Cinq
Author: dirtylttlescret
A/N: This is a continuation of 4cupcakes1988's crack drabbles about a certain icon that looks like Brian taking a wizz in the corner. Part four can be found here.
Condom: Justin
Keeping Brian’s pants off him at the loft was actually a lot harder than Justin thought it would be.
“Justin, it’s January and although we have central heating with an output that rivals the desert sun, I’m freezing my balls off. Let me put on some pants.”
Justin tackled him halfway between the living room and the steps to the bed. Brian yelped as his knee hit the floor at the wrong angle.
“What the hell’s wrong with you?”
“How about I kiss it and make it better?” Justin said, licking his way from Brian’s knee up to his hole.
Part Six |
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| Challenge #73: RIMMING |
[Jul. 8th, 2008|06:35 pm] |
TITLE:RIMMING
AUTHOR:happier_bunny
A/N: thanks to xie_xie_xie for the beta!
CONDOM: ahhh, JUSTIN, d'uh
I felt Brian's fingers spreading my ass cheeks open and I shifted into his touch.
His breath felt warm against my back as the tip of his tongue licked the top of my crack. Craving the friction of his tongue sliding down my ass, I pressed my hips back.
He pinched me.
"Hey."
"Stay still."
Trailing over my hole, his tongue left my ass feeling wet and hot. I felt his dick, hard against my leg as his tongue and lips teased my ass. Brian's mouth encircled my hole, sucking and licking, before dipping inside as I clutched the sheets. |
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[Jul. 8th, 2008|06:43 pm] |
Title: Brian's Favorite Corner - Part Six
Author: dirtylttlescret
A/N: This is a continuation of 4cupcakes1988's crack drabbles about a certain icon that looks like Brian taking a wizz in the corner. Part five can be found here.
Condom: Justin
“Daphne, I don’t know what to do,” said Justin frustrated. “I’ve tried everything. Punishing him, rewarding him with rim jobs and Skittles, tricking him into walking around the loft buck naked. I even got rid of all of his pants, but he just used that as an excuse to go shopping and get new ones. I keep scrubbing it up but the wood is warping underneath and I can’t get the smell out. It fucking reeks.”
“Have you tried kitty litter?” she asked seriously.
“I had a high-end urinal installed by the door, but he just ignores it,” Justin sighed.
Part Seven |
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| challenge #73: rimming |
[Jul. 8th, 2008|07:29 pm] |
Title: Taste the Trust
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): 9 to Brian
Justin looks up, his expression vacillating between apprehension and desire as Brian circles his body checking each point of restriction. He slides his hands down Justin’s arms, circling the wrist restraints with a single finger. He slides his hands down Justin’s thighs and Justin feels his body try to respond and spread wider but he can’t move, Brian's seen to that. Brian strokes Justin’s cock and then cradles his balls, all while checking that the leather cock-ring is neither too loose nor too tight. When he’s satisfied he kisses Justin, says nothing, smiles and then crouches behind him, licking softly.
( 2 - 9 ) |
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| Challenge 73: Rimming |
[Jul. 8th, 2008|07:33 pm] |
Title: Need
Author: jule1122
Timeline: Cancer Arc
Condom: 2 for Justin
Brian returned from the bathroom and quietly settled between Justin’s legs. He smoothed his hands over Justin’s ass before pulling his cheeks apart. He licked slowly along Justin’s crack. Once Justin was thoroughly wet, Brian traced the wrinkled skin around his hole with the tip of his tongue before pressing it just inside.
Brian pulled his tongue out and sighed. He felt Justin shiver and watched his hole contract when the warm air hit his cool slick skin. He reached one hand around to Justin’s soft dick and began slowly stoking him while working his tongue deep in Justin’s ass.
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[Jul. 8th, 2008|07:42 pm] |
Title: Brian's Favorite Corner - Part Sept and Fin
Author: dirtylttlescret
A/N: This is a continuation of 4cupcakes1988's crack drabbles about a certain icon that looks like Brian taking a wizz in the corner. Part six can be found here. Also, so very very full of teh wrong.
Condom: One to Justin, the other is sadly lacking rimming.
In the end, Mother Taylor saves the day.
“Justin, what’s that smell?” she said scrunching up her nose as Justin closes the door behind her.
“It’s Brian.” He’s mortified, but so desperate to get it to stop, he tells her the whole story.
“Do remember when you were three and you used to eat grass?” Justin shook his head no. “I kept worrying that you were going to get sick, but when I tried to make you stop, you’d only sneak more. So one day I stopped trying, and well…”
“I gave up,” said Justin, the light bulb flicking on.
( Grand Finale ) |
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| A Truly Operatic Event |
[Jul. 8th, 2008|08:14 pm] |
Title: A Truly Operatic Event
Author: firehead30
Warning/Author's notes: ummm Cynthia-Theodore-Brian....with a tiny implied hint of Teddy/Blake
Beta: vlredreign
condom: Brian
Cynthia stormed into my office, slapping down a first class E-ticket to Tokyo.
“Either His Royal Prickness fucks Justin, soon, or I am going on vacation, NOW. I told him to go fuck himself, but apparently the hand of the master isn’t what it used to be.”
“Yes, I know he’s distracted, a little irritable…”
“He accepted the slogan “Got Breastmilk.”
I went to Brian’s office, cursing Justin’s show in Japan.
“Hey Bri, last night while I was rimming Blake he moaned Puccini. Tonight I thought I would lick him until he whimpered Pavarotti.”
Brian took the ticket.
“Sayonara, Theodore.” |
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| Challenge #73: RIMMING |
[Jul. 8th, 2008|09:10 pm] |
TITLE: Afterglow
AUTHOR:happier_bunny
A/N: Thanks to xie_xie_xie for the beta!
CONDOM: JUSTIN
"That was great." Brian's warm body rested comfortably on top of me as I felt his dick softening in my ass.
He was quiet as his lips touched my neck, his nose nuzzling my hair. I shivered as Brian trailed feather-light kisses down my back while his fingers massaged my head, tugging my hair.
I gasped when I felt his tongue slipping between my cheeks and licking a path to my hole. His tongue felt soothing as he licked his come from my crack.
I moaned when I felt his lips kissing my hole, sucking his come from my ass. |
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| What the World Needs Now |
[Jul. 8th, 2008|09:12 pm] |
Title: What the Word Needs Now
Author: firehead30
Warning/Author's Notes: Debbie, you heard me, Debbie, sings.
Beta: I was too ashamed to ask.
condom: Brian
This is actually a long distance dedication to dirtylttlescret, she knows why.
Babylon was packed with sweating, gyrating bodies. Glitter twinkled down as Debbie took center stage. No, not your average night of beautiful men, but a talent competition fundraiser for the Vic Grassi House.
Debbie tapped the mic.
“I am dedicating this song to my community. But most of all to the little asshole who doesn’t think I understand him.”
“What the world needs now,
is fucking and sucking
What the world needs now,
is cocks in asses,
(Covered in condoms, of course)
No, not just for some but everyone.
RIMMMEMMMEMMMING
Brian quickly wrote a check, shoving it in Deb’s mouth. |
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[Jul. 8th, 2008|11:09 pm] |
Title: Cookbook
Author: Dirtylttlescret
Condom: Justin
Recipe for rimming:
1 streetlamp
1 track of techno music
1 hot young twink (preferably in high school as they’re more tender and less gristly, but any twink you have on hand will do)
1 highly unfashionable flannel shirt and trainers
Add:
1 Jeep with griping best friend
1 really hot fitted black t-shirt
1 horny sex god (preferably an ad exec with regressed emotional issues, but any sex god will do)
Pour into enormous retrofitted loft with imported Italian fixtures. Mix liberally with nudity and cheesy lines. Spread butt cheeks and apply tongue liberally. Repeat as needed until comes. |
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| *Challenge #73, Rimming* |
[Jul. 8th, 2008|11:27 pm] |
Title: Just an Old-Fashioned Rim Job
Notes: No beta, not much form, I only spent a few minutes on it. :-P Just a rally for Brian. And I know it's sappy, but this is for everyone of you who posted or emailed or messaged me with your love the last few days. YOU are why I am here. &hearts
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney
Justin was on all fours. Brian ran his hands up Justin’s back to his hair, tangling into the softness and leaning in to kiss his neck, very softly. Moving back down, he licked Justin’s ass cheeks with long, wet strokes. Justin moaned, low and deep in his throat, anticipating Brian’s tongue in his ass. Brian moved closer to his asshole, but just to tease, knowing Justin would push back against him soon enough. When he did, Brian pushed his tongue in, probing, not hard at all. Justin’s moans increased and he began to buck a little, begging silently for more. |
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| *Challenge #73, Rimming* |
[Jul. 8th, 2008|11:52 pm] |
Title: More, Please
Notes: This *could* be a continuation of the previous one. Or not. No beta again. All mistakes are mine.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney
Brian stopped his slow exploration of Justin’s ass. When he did, Justin groaned loudly and buried his head into the pillow.
“Brian. Please...don’t tease me,” he pleaded.
“You don’t know teasing. I could do this all night long,” Brian chuckled. “You know it’s true.”
“Mpppphhhhh,” Justin’s words were muffled, but Brian knew what they implied.
He leaned over Justin and whispered, “Just tell me how much you want it and I’m all yours.”
Justin groaned again. Brian loved him to beg and no matter how Justin resisted, he won every time.
“Eat my ass. Eat me ‘til I scream.” |
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