qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

Driving Brian's jeep had always seemed to harbor some adventure with it. Michael still remembered too clearly the night he'd driven home a very high Brian in the back seat, where he'd been attempting to give a seventeen year old Justin a blow job.

A year later, it was a different kind of adventure. Miraculously granted permission to drive it again, Michael realized he'd accidentally dropped his wallet somewhere in the vehicle. Bent between the seats, he tossed aside a pair of jeans, a used condom, and a dildo before locating the wallet.

Michael never rode in the jeep again.

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

“Brian? You in the shower?” Justin asked, poking his head inside the bathroom.

“That would explain the running water,” Brian's slightly echoing voice answered.

“Well, we're out of ice cream. Can I borrow a few bucks and run to the store?”

“Yeah. My wallet is—”

“In your jeans. On the floor. In the bedroom,” said Justin. He located the jeans, plunging a hand inside the pocket. He smiled at the two pictures Brian kept inside his wallet. One was of a baby Gus. The other of a smiling blond.

They would be having some fun with that ice cream tonight.

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

“How is it my fault?”

“You threw out every pair of underwear I owned!”

“So? I still don't see why we had to come shopping. I thought you pulled off the commando style pretty well.”

Justin rolled his eyes, finally reaching the men's underwear section in the store.

“Um, no,” said Brian, plucking a package of underwear from Justin's hand. “Those are not hot. Get these.”

Justin glared at the sluttiest underwear he thought he'd ever seen.

~.~

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

Title: Hot Hindrance
Author: britin1729
Condom: Drew

“I don't know why you bother with that,” Brian said truthfully, as Justin stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of jeans, his hair, wet from a recent shower, plastered to his forehead.

“What?” Justin asked, pulling on a T-shirt.

“Putting on clothes when you know I'm just going to tear them off you,” Brian answered, casting aside the magazine he'd been reading on the bed and standing up. In one swift movement, Justin was shirtless again.

“They don't slow you down, do they?” Justin laughed as his jeans fell around his ankles.

“Not a bit.”

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

I was supposed to be working. My mind was supposed to be on the new campaign, the advertisement, the male model on the board in front of me, wearing only a pair of faded jeans. But the dark-haired model resembled him a little too much. Ethan. I didn't want to look at him.

The campaign. Right. Male model. Faded jeans.

I stared at the model. Wondered if Justin had let “Ian” tear his jeans off and fuck him senseless. Or let him kiss him until he couldn't breathe. Wondered if all the pretty romantic words compared to...

To me.

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

“Ever wondered why people always wear jeans?” Justin asked curiously, stretching out on the couch, like a cat in the sun.

Brian arched an eyebrow, glancing at him from the kitchen, having just come back from the gym. “Not really.”

“I mean, why don't people wear like...pajama pants instead? Or sweat pants? They're more comfortable. Everyone should just...walk around in pajama pants all the time. And slippers.”

“Are you high?” Brian asked, coming to look intently into Justin's eyes.

“Maybe a little.”

“Explains a lot.”

“Yeah.”

“No more getting high while I'm not here,” warned Brian.

“Why not?”

~.~

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

Teeth clashing, tongues tangling, fingers gripping at hair and pulling at clothes. Heat and sweat and rippling muscles.

Swirling lights overhead, pounding music, hard body against yours. His body. His tongue up the side of your throat as he pushes you against the wall. Hot breath in your ear, cool air on your cock as he shoves your jeans around your knees.

Flash of pain as he fills you. Pleasure beyond words as he hits that spot inside of you that makes you weak and needy and you ask for more. More of him. He complies.

He gives you everything.

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

Brian may not be an artist, but he knows how to appreciate true beauty.

And Justin standing on the other side of the room submersed in his latest masterpiece, in a pair of faded old jeans complete with rips in the knees and paint stains, light from the window filtering in and giving his hair golden highlights...that's what beauty is, he decides.

Justin hasn't even noticed his presence yet, but for once Brian is content just to observe. And though he wouldn't mind running his fingers through the golden strands or kissing a paint-streaked cheek...he can wait.

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

Vance doesn't notice that Mr. Kinney has asked that the new intern sit in on nearly every meeting since he was hired. Nor does he notice the heated looks between them all during the ad pitches.

Cynthia pretends not to notice that when Justin asks to see Mr. Kinney in his office, he's in there for nearly a half an hour, and when he emerges, his jeans are still unbuttoned. Those two were never very good at being discreet.

Brian and Justin don't notice that half the department can hear the strangled noises coming from Brian's office.

Ignorance is bliss.

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

“You know, it's very expensive, living with you,” Justin observed one day, sifting through his wallet.

“Expensive? For you?” Brian asked incredulously. “You don't pay rent, you don't pay for food, you don't pay for school...exactly how is living with me expensive?”

“I pay for my clothes.”

“I'd pay for those, too, if you got some taste.”

“Not my point. You know how many pairs of jeans you've ruined, tearing them off me? Or how many shirts you've made me cum on? You ripped the buttons right off that shirt last week.”

“All the benefits of your investment, Sunshine.”