| Challenge #115: Brian |
[May. 19th, 2009|01:12 am] |
Title: Room raider
Condom goes to Daphne
Warning: Brian/Other(trick)
It was almost midnight and a perfectly tanned, buff, and naked man was looking at Brian’s DVD collection. Brian eyed the guy’s ass and sipped his beer patiently knowing that some tricks liked to get to know him a bit before diving at his cock for the third time in one night. Brian nearly choked when he realized the guy had found some of Justin’s movies. The trick held up the Lara Croft movie and gave a questioning look. Brian answered in the only way he could think – he pulled out his erection and said “it’s either her or me.” |
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| Challenge # 115: Brian |
[May. 19th, 2009|03:10 am] |
Title: A Simple Melody in Six Parts
A/N: Timeframe late S2 to mid S3. Brian's observations from break-up to make-up
And the Condom Goes to: Six to Daphne
( A Simple Melody ) |
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| *Challenge #115: Brian* |
[May. 19th, 2009|03:54 pm] |
Title: Find My Way Back Home
Notes: Not-beta'd by the lovely ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) besamislabios. I wanted a drabble that was ALL Brian...it's so hard to separate him from Justin for this challenge because he brings out the things I think are best about Brian. It's still got Deb and Michael, but it's really just Brian.
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders
Brian sat alone, savoring the silence. Men had been in and out of the loft all day, delivering boxes, shuffling furniture, tuning out Michael’s fidgety directions and stepping gingerly around Debbie as she unpacked kitchen items.
He’d managed to oust them at dusk, ignoring Michael’s baleful look when Brian refused to meet him later at Babylon.
Pouring himself two fingers of Beam, he relished his freedom, wandering around his new place, bare feet slapping up the steps and back down. He relaxed on the sofa, smoking and sipping his drink. After years of hard, hard work, he was finally home. |
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| *Challenge #115: Brian* |
[May. 19th, 2009|04:13 pm] |
Title: Feel Your Fingers Burn
Notes: Thanks to my little sister besamislabios for the not-beta.
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders.
Brian was in control. Stalking Babylon, bolstered with plenty of alcohol and his favorite “vitamin” mix, he always conquered the hottest, the newest, the kinkiest prey. They practically fell to their feet before him and he never lost his command. This was his dominion and everyone knew it.
Except Justin. It didn’t matter if the kid was trying to catch Brian’s attention or not, he did. Often. And even while he was dragging Justin to the backroom for a blowjob, or waking up to find him snuggled against him, Brian would never admit that he was completely out of control. |
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| *Challenge #115: Brian* |
[May. 19th, 2009|04:18 pm] |
Title: Beg Me
Notes: More thanks to besamislabios for the not-beta and to fun_demented for her musings about Brian's amazing voice.
And the condom goes to: Daphne Chanders.
“Justin.”
Brian’s voice was low; silky and sexy. It shot straight through Justin, making his dick hard in an instant. Justin’s eyes closed and he leaned back into Brian as he whispered in Justin’s ear.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, hands running down Justin’s chest, “but first I’m going to make you beg.” The low rumble of Brian’s voice made Justin moan.
“Do you want me?” Brian continued. “My cock ramming into you?”
As Brian’s hand found Justin’s dick, he squeezed and murmured, “Beg me, Justin.” His breath, hot against Justin’s ear, hitched as Justin began to plead. |
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| Challenge #115: Brian |
[May. 19th, 2009|09:43 pm] |
Title: What's in a Name
Notes: For noteverything who convinced me this wasn't the stupidest idea in the history of drabbles.
Condom: Ted
Brian, Brian, Brian. Daphne was so sick of hearing that name, but he was all Justin talked about. She didn’t get it. He wasn’t nearly as hot as Justin made him out to be, and most of the time, he didn’t seem to even like Justin. All he wanted was sex. Justin could do better. If he just looked around he’d see there were people who really cared about him. But all he cared about was Brian Kinney.
Daphne knew one thing. If that was the face of God, her mother was never guilting her into going to church again. |
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