| Challenge #115: Brian |
[May. 15th, 2009|12:44 pm] |
Title: Never Enough
Warning: Set post-513 in NYC; un-beta'd
Condom: Daph
Justin answered the door to find himself immediately crushed, face forward, into Brian’s chest, with one of Brian’s arms locked tightly around him, and Brian’s other hand buried down the back of his jeans, already poking a finger insistently into Justin's asshole.
This may not have been so shocking if Justin hadn’t just gotten back to his shitty little apartment after saying his first goodbye to Brian, dropping him at the JFK airport—or if Justin weren’t wearing such tight-fitting jeans.
But Justin didn’t ask questions. Just answered with a huge hard-on and a well-timed thrust of his hips. |
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| challenge #115: brian |
[May. 15th, 2009|04:46 pm] |
Title: Stories of Brian
Author's notes: These drabbles all revolve around the same idea, but written so that they can be read in any order and still make sense, so they are individual drabbles on their own :) It's about Brian because, as you can see (read), all Justin can think about is Brian. On a side note, although Daphne is one of my favourite characters, Ted is being absolutely condom-slaughtered! So...
The condom goes to: Tedx4
Justin felt he must be going insane. He tried to derail his thoughts and think of something else, squinting once more at the picture his teacher held up at the front of the room; it was a photograph of a coffee mug. All Justin could recall was the sweet kiss Brian planted on his lips when he left for work: it tasted like black coffee. “Now remember class, for this writing assessment, pen down the first thought these picture evoke.” Justin sighed and decided to write the evasive truth: “A lover’s coffee-flavoured kiss.” The next picture was of a towel. -- ( *Attempts cut...?* ) |
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