| *Challenge #77, Shower etc.* |
[Aug. 5th, 2008|11:10 am] |
Title: Sunshine in the Rain
Notes: Thanks to ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) besamislabios for the beta. This is a rain dance...:D dirtylttlescret and I were talking about how hot and dry it is where I live and she did a rain dance for me, but nothing happened. So we thought Brian and Justin kissing in the rain might work better. *hopes*
And the condom goes to: Debbie.
The rain began suddenly. Huge, quiet drops splattered lazily on the sidewalk. Justin smiled. He loved rain in the city, especially unexpected showers when the sun was still shining. He wrapped his arm tighter around Brian.
“I’m wearing brand new shoes,” Brian complained.
“I’ll buy you two pair after my show,” Justin said. “It’s barely raining anyway.”
At that, the skies opened up. Within moments, they were soaked to the skin. Unable to contain his happiness, Justin laughed out loud, making Brian smile. He gathered Justin to him and pulled him up for a kiss, tasting sunshine in the rain. |
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| *Challenge #77, Shower, etc.* |
[Aug. 5th, 2008|04:05 pm] |
Title: Wash Away
Notes: No beta, all mistakes are mine. This comes from a Matt Costa song called, oddly enough, Wash Away. ;-) I was swimming earlier and the song kept floating through my head and I decided to wash away Justin's worries about the rehearsal dinner. Well, technically Brian washed them away.
And the condom goes to: Debbie.
Justin paced restlessly. “I’m not ready to do this.”
“Relax,” Brian said. “We’ll manage.”
“Right. Last night I dreamed Deb threatened to kill me and our unborn child.”
Brian laughed, hard.
“I can’t help it,” Justin fretted. “I’m nervous.”
“Justin, no wedding is what’s best for us. Fuck the others.”
Justin smiled weakly. “I’m gonna take a shower. Get ready for the slaughter.”
As the water sluiced over him, Justin began to relax. When he heard Brian open the door and join him, Justin’s eyes closed and he leaned into his arms. Brian’s lips captured his, washing his worries away. |
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| Challenge #77: Shower, etc |
[Aug. 5th, 2008|08:55 pm] |
Title: Mending
Author: silentlywrecked
A/N: Post-409. (Also, I don't mind if someone tells me if the spelling/grammar is wrong. I appreciate it, actually)
Condom: Two to Ben
His skin is ice-cold when you step in behind him and close the glass shower door behind you, your hand steady on his lower back. You hear him hiss as the water glances over the stitches and the wound they hold closed.
He braces himself against the wall.
Your hands wash him carefully, aware that he can’t endure tenderness, and you think to yourself that if you could suffer instead of him you would, instantly. His skin warms slowly and you rest your head lightly against his back, listening to him breathe.
“Your fucking chicken soup sucked.”
You laugh softly.
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( Part 2 here )
[edited - thanks, Tweedy!] |
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