qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

“What a dump!” Brian announced, dropping his bags in the doorway. “Jesus, Justin, you could have at least taken my basic living requirements into account when you got this place.”

Justin scoffed. “You? You tell me we may never see each other again, I'm in New York on a bus boy's salary, and I'm supposed to worry about your needs?”

“Well, obviously you should've known better than to listen to me,” said Brian, for all the world as though it were entirely Justin's fault. “When have I ever known what I was talking about? Why wouldn't we see each other?”

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

“Sorry, I forgot...someone got a little roughed up today.”

“He didn't have to stick it in that hard.”

“You wanted it quick, didn't you?”

“Not like that! He could have at least been gentle. That's a very sensitive area.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I'm serious! I'm going to be bruised...he just shoved it right in! He could have at least warned me, or prepared me a little better...sadistic fucker probably liked it....”

“Look, you're not the only one in the world who has to get an annual flu shot, okay?”

qaf_drabbles [britin1729]

“What's with the line?” Emmett asked, trying to peer over the heads of the dozen or so men lined up for the bathroom.

“Someone's finally gotten wise and cashed in on Brian and Justin,” Ted enlightened him.

“What? Brian and Justin?”

“Yeah. Seems someone finally got smart and is now managing their live performance career,” explained Ted. “They're charging for tickets for the show every time they fuck in public.”

“Wow. There's a fortune waiting to be made,” said Emmett appreciatively.

Ten minutes later, he was at the front of the line. “Hey, ticket-boy! I'll give you twenty bucks!”