qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

Title: Porn Without Plot
Author: britin1729
A/N: Forgive me if it sucks, I'm exhausted. I just wanted to write this since I know we all, of course, watch QaF for the...um...plot. ;)
Condom: Emmett

“I say we run with it.”

“We're not printing an entire Rage issue of porn, Justin.”

“Why not? It's fucking hot.”

“You drew eight pages just of Bri—Rage's cock. Eight.”

“And this is a bad thing because...?”

“Well, our readers do enjoy the comic for other reasons, you know.”

“Such as?”

“Actual plot?”

“You're kidding, right? When did you become such a prude, anyway?”

“I am not a prude. Look, we're just not doing it, okay?

“You do know there's about six pages of Zephyr having sex with his boyfriend, don't you?”

"Then again, how important is plot, really?”

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

Title: Walk-Ins Not Welcome
Author: britin1729
A/N: Because Brian gets no privacy. We got a perfectly good spanking scene interrupted this way. ;)
Condom: Em

“I've done it,” grimaced Michael.

“Me too,” added Emmett.

“I've done it at least eight times,” said Ted.

“I don't even like to think about the time I did it,” shuddered Ben.

 "I think we all have, at one time or another,” agreed Melanie. “I'm a dyke, and I've seen Brian Kinney's cock more times than I've seen pussy.”

Brian suddenly appeared in the doorway, eyebrow raised at the group of friends gathered around Debbie's table. “Well, maybe that's a sign you all need to learn to fucking knock before barging in.”

“Or that you need to lock your door.”

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Brian shrugged. “You need help studying?”

Justin raised an eyebrow. “You're helping me study? What's in it for you?”

Brian grinned. “Here's how it works. Every time you get a question right, I'll take off one article of clothing. If you get them all right, I'll suck your cock.”

Fifteen minutes later, after Justin had noisily collected his own reward, Brian was on the bed, legs open, Justin heartily reciprocating the gesture.

Strip-studying with a particularly horny genius. Best. Idea. Ever.

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It was always those nights that they fucked slowly, drawing every movement out, chasing away their own demons with every movement. Justin always begged Brian to stay, his cock buried deep inside him, and Brian always surrendered.

The last thing Justin knew on those nights, just before he fell back asleep, was the feeling of Brian's protective arm around him, Brian deep inside him, and Brian screaming his love with silence.

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Christ. This was too much. So good and so hot and so Justin. Everywhere he turned, there was Justin.

He was drifting away into the realms of pleasure, full of orange lights and a warm mouth and too much pleasure to describe. No one had compared while he was gone. No one. 

But he'd pretended too many times to be sure this wasn't just another fantasy. He had to look. But it was real this time, blond hair in his fist and blue eyes sparkling at him. A small smile before the lips returned to his cock.

Justin was home.

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“Brian?” he calls hesitantly. It's funny, really. And somewhat flattering, he supposes. The idea that Brian had gotten so bored during the few hours he'd been here alone, without Justin's presence...that he would do this...was touching in a weird sort of way. “Did you, um...did you happen to draw my cock today?”

“Maybe,” Brian answers. “Oh, the Munchers stopped by. You know, they don't believe it's really that big.”

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Brian sometimes thinks that he and Justin are like magnets. North and south. It doesn't make sense that they don't repel each other...total opposites, bronze and pale, brunette and blond, hazel and blue, sour and sweet. But they don't oppose—they attract each other. And there's no escaping.

However it works, whatever they are...it doesn't matter.

They fit.

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Brian watches, practically mesmerized, as Justin lowers himself onto his cock with a hiss of pleasure/pain. Inch by inch, Justin shifts and maneuvers, and Brian's dick slowly disappears inside of him. Finally, he's all the way in.

“Move,” Brian grunts.

Justin obliges, lifting himself up and then back down, while Brian's hips fight to create their own rhythm. Soon, Justin is riding him, opening up and taking him inside, clenching his muscles around Brian to create the most overwhelming sensations. Finally, they both cum, Brian inside Justin and Justin over Brian's chest.

“We're doing that again,” Brian groans.

“Agreed."

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“You look like shit,” Michael commented, when Justin stopped by his booth to pour him a cup of coffee.

“That's because someone who-shall-remain-nameless,” Justin shot a not-so-subtle glare at Brian, “woke me up at four last night for sex.”

“Didn't hear you complaining,” Brian shrugged.

“That's because you had your cock down my throat.”

“I tried to suck you off. You fell back asleep. What would you have had me do?” Brian asked innocently.

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Was that a suggestion for last night, or are you just still pissed?”

“Take it however you want.”

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Of course, Brian can never get enough of Justin's cock, either.