| TOUCHDOWN..!! |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|03:28 pm] |
Title: Touch Down Notes: Beta: Huge Thanks again to my wonderful beta fundemented.. Condom: (Outside of challenge)
It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him, but he’s always in my head and in my heart. I’ve been following his career, and he has been quite the success story. I’m not surprised, though. He was always amazing with whatever he touched, including me.
Which brings me to why I’m here, standing at his doorstep. I’ve rehearsed this moment a million times in my head. I’m hoping this is the right timing. I tell myself, “Yes, he’s your Mr. Right.” He opens the door and I look at him and ask...
“Emmett… Will you marry me?”
OHMYGODYES! Drew, I will!
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| Challenge #125: Season 3 |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|05:11 pm] |
Title: Band of Gold
And the Condom Goes To: Brian
I watched him sitting alone at the bar, looking as sad and pensive as he had in those last few weeks before he finally left me.
I felt a spark of anger at the fiddler for allowing the veil of insecurity to settle once again on my boy’s shoulders.
I approached him casually, ignoring the teasing tendrils of lust that appeared whenever I ventured too close to him.
I hadn’t been able to give him what he needed, and so I’d let him go. I tapped the band of gold encircling his finger reminding us both it’s what he wanted. |
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| Challenge #125: Season 3 |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|06:24 pm] |
Title: Mercy
Author's Note: Thank you so much, ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) noteverything. You are an amazing beta, and an even more amazing person.
And the condom goes to: Mr. Kinney
Emmett reminded himself that he was simply asking a favor of a friend, he wasn't groveling or begging. He had his pride, and begging for mercy from Brian, of all people, rankled. Brian was already too smug, too arrogant, too sure of his place at the top of the food chain. The great god Kinney.
So Emmett would ask, but not even for his sweet Teddy would he ever beg Brian for anything.
Resolving to be firm, calm and drama-free, he smiled weakly at Brian's assistant. "Please tell Mr. Kinney that Mrs. Ted Schmidt is here, and it's urgent." |
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| Challenge #125: Season 3 |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|06:24 pm] |
Title: Every Boy's Dream
Author's Note: With gratitude and admiration for the wonderful noteverything who beta'd this for me.
And the condom goes to: Brian
Admit our failure...and let him go.
Hunter's guts knotted as he recalled overhearing Ben's words.
"What the fuck am I gonna do!"
Michael and Ben would only keep him if they thought they were helping, so he needed a plan if he wanted to stay.
Glancing around the little bedroom, taking in the cheap pictures, the cramped bed, and the ugly fuchsia dresser, Hunter admitted to himself that maybe he did. A room of his own wasn’t every boy's dream, but it was more than he'd had in years, and the first thing ever that didn't come with strings. |
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| *Challenge #125: Season Three* |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|06:29 pm] |
Title: After Work
Notes: Thank you to my dear besamislabios for the not-beta. There was a moment of concern when she thought Bob and Brad were twins, but we've concluded they're not. And if they are, then it's *really* weird. :D
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney
Justin was on the floor, howling with laughter. “I couldn’t believe it! Brad and Bob boffing in the bathroom!” Wiping at his eyes, Justin snatched the joint from Brian’s lips.
Brian chuckled, grabbing the joint back and holding it out of Justin’s reach. “Those dimwits were made for each other.”
Reaching over to pull Justin to him, he kissed him, his tongue licking slowly over Justin’s lower lip before he pushed into his mouth. After a moment he stopped and said, “Besides, you shouldn’t be gossiping about work.”
Stealing the joint back again, Justin smiled and said, “Yes, Mr. Kinney.” |
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| Challenge #125: Season 3 |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|09:49 pm] |
Title: Going Up
And the Condom Goes To: Brian
I push him up against the elevator wall and press myself roughly against his back. My neighbors will have to take the fucking stairs for the next few minutes because this ride is out of order while my dick reacquaints itself with Justin’s ass.
I shove his pants down and quickly finger open his ass before thrusting my impatient cock inside his hot little hole, our moans echoing together as the cage bumps to a stop on my floor.
He twists his neck, his lips meeting mine as we explode together.
“Reunion sex rocks” he whispers. I pant my agreement. |
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