Challenge #105: icon inspiration |
[Mar. 1st, 2009|05:34 pm] |
Author: dirtylttlescret Condom: Justin Icon:
That neck.
Justin watched as Brian danced with another man on the dance floor, head tilted back, a light sheen of sweat begging to be licked from his Adam’s apple. He bit his lip, running his tongue over it as he moved through the crowd.
He grinned when Brian’s eyes brightened, left the trick in the middle of the writhing crowd to move behind Justin and grind into his ass.
“This is a surprise,” he mouthed hot into his ear.
Justin turned around and kissed his way up Brian’s neck, growing hard in his jeans. He smiled.
“Couldn’t stay away.” |
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Challenge #105-Icon: Inspiration |
[Mar. 1st, 2009|06:26 pm] |
Challenge #105-Icon Inspiration
Title: Do You Need A Boyfriend?
Author: Alex Tse
A/N:It's a quizze from spacefem.com, I didn't change anything
Condom: Justin.
Inspired by this icon:
( Do You Need A Boyfriend? by Alex ) |
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*challenge #105: icon inspiration* |
[Mar. 1st, 2009|10:03 pm] |
Title: Easy Enough Notes: No beta, all mistakes are mine. I asked for icon suggestions for this challenge and besamislabios suggested one first, so I wrote hers first! And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor.
Icon by ohfreckle:
I take the stairs, two at a time. I’m feeling good and the kid is just a distraction, easy enough to get rid of. I’ve gotta hand it to him, though, he’s persistent. The door to Michael’s room is ajar and I see him, looking at some old picture. I come in behind him and he turns, not startled at all. As soon as I see his face, mouth all pouty and those eyes, just looking steadily at me, I know I’m not getting rid of him, at least not before those red hot lips are wrapped around my cock. |
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*challenge #105: icon inspiration* |
[Mar. 1st, 2009|10:25 pm] |
Title: Predatory Notes: not_yet_defined suggested the icon for this drabble. Thanks, my dear! Again, no beta, absolutely all mistakes are mine. And the condom goes to:Justin Taylor.
Icon by youbetterwiseup:
Fuck. Brian is so fucking hot. Even now, after they found that kid dead in a damn dumpster behind the diner and he’s trying to teach me a lesson by acting all predatory, I can’t think past the fact that his hard cock is grinding into my leg and that I’m just as hard as he is. I want him inside me, right now. I bite my lips and close my eyes, trying not to buck desperately into his leg. But when his tongue snakes out, licking across my mouth, I’m done. I groan and beg him to fuck me. |
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