| Challenge #129: Five Words |
[Aug. 25th, 2009|05:16 am] |
Title Undoing
Condom Ted
The once cool grass now hurt, feeling like needles pricking his over-sensitive skin.
He couldn’t ever be called shy; but without a pillow to muffle his gasps and moans, they could be mistaken for begging. His lips were chapped but he kept on kissing, trying to feed the sounds of his desire elsewhere.
The wind picked up, wrapping around their rhythm, cooling their sweat. He shivered.
When the clouds moved, there were no shadows, he faced the sun. They were again bathed in warmth and brightness. He squinted to make out the view, and as usual, this was his undoing. |
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| Challenge #129: five words |
[Aug. 25th, 2009|05:05 pm] |
Title: Road Trip (Part 4) - Grants, NM (the Badlands)
Author's Note: Thank you to the enchanting ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) suze_y who beta'ed this for me. There are other parts if you want to read them. This started it Road Trip.
And the condom goes to: Michael
Brian's view of his room at Mom's Roadside Inn made his lips curl in disgust.
Retrieving his phone, he checked the caller ID and answered.
"Hey."
Even his alcoholic mom hadn't been this bad a housekeeper.
"I don’t know. Where?"
Would it hurt to vacuum occasionally?
"Caviar and gold leaf? I'm impressed."
Wind shrieked through gaps around the window.
"Well, you Hollywood types..."
Brian picked up a pillow and shook it.
"Nah, I'm gonna be out tonight. Sure, call me on my cell. Later."
Only the thought of Justin's surprised, enthusiastic welcome convinced Brian to set his bag down. |
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| Challenge #129: Five Words |
[Aug. 25th, 2009|07:37 pm] |
Title: From the Bottom
Warnings/Author's Notes: Set around early S3... Should I warn for Ethan's name?
And the condom goes to: Ted!
It’s easy for Justin to hurt at the sight of the apartment. His stuff mixed in with Ethan’s, in a home that was never really his. He quickly moved around, gathering the little things he had accumulated (his paint and art brushes from the kitchen sink; a discarded shirt from under a couch pillow).
Justin bit his wind-chapped lips. There was no place to go but Daphne’s, proving once again that old friends never fail. Justin had nothing left, but it was alright. It’s always easier to think, with a view from the bottom.
Title: At Least There's You
And the condom goes to: Ted!
There was a pillow left. Of Brian’s $15,000 leather couch. One pillow. Great. He stood at the window, staring down at the street, trying to remind himself that at least he still had the view.
Fuck, he sounded like Justin. The little shit had gone to get coffee, but Brian could hear him on the stairs, making his way back to the open loft door.
Justin looked wind swept, his hair messy. When he held out Brian’s cup, the furniture hurt stopped, and for one moment, it was all Brian could do but kiss him soundly on the lips. |
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| Challenge #129: Five Words |
[Aug. 25th, 2009|08:04 pm] |
Title: Tropical Tranquility
And the Condom Goes To: Michael
They swung lazily in the hammock, bodies pillowed together as Brian’s long leg pushed off against the sand, rocking them gently.
They drank in the spectacular view of calm turquoise water through half-opened eyes, the warm ocean wind kissing their lips playfully.
Justin smiled happily, caressing the long fingers entwined lightly with his own, mouth nuzzling its way more deeply into Brian’s neck to place a teasing kiss.
“Mm…I could get used to this lifestyle.” Justin sighed contentedly.
“Congratulations Sunshine, you have officially become my trophy wife. Ow…that hurts Twat!”
Seconds later, an empty hammock twisted wildly in the breeze. |
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| Challenge #129: Five Words |
[Aug. 25th, 2009|09:32 pm] |
Title: On His Way
Notes: Thank you,jule1122. You make everything better by the power of 50xInfinity.
Condom: Ted
Justin’s hand hurt like a motherfucker. And just when he fell asleep, Ethan started practicing Bartok. Justin squinted at the clock and sneered at the view of Ethan’s back while Ethan irritatingly played the violin bare-assed. Justin chewed on his lips in frustration and contemplated throwing a pillow at him.
He decided to leave before actually doing it— he’d wind up without sleep, either way. Soon he was tromping down Liberty Avenue in search of a serenade-free zone, when an old Corvette slowed beside him.
He was about to cross the street… then Brian said his name.
And Justin smiled. |
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| Challenge #129: Five Words |
[Aug. 25th, 2009|10:41 pm] |
TITLE: KLEENEX!FIC - The Stable (a drabble)
AUTHOR: happier_bunny
NOTES: Many thanks to my darling xie_xie_xie for the beta. This is dedicated to qafmaniac for her all encompassing love of this verse. Her devotion is unsurpassed, just look at THIS and THIS.
CONDOM: Ted
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Brian took in the view of the stable.
“Keep your eyes closed.” Justin pushed Brian backwards.
His eyes flew open when he landed on a soft bed. “What the…”
Silencing him with a kiss, Justin’s lips tickled Brian’s neck as they rocked together, tearing at clothes.
“Justin?”
“Hmmmmmmmm.”
“How‘s your nose?”
“I’m pretty sure my nose will never hurt again, but here’s something that hurts.” Justin wrapped Brian’s hand around his hard cock.
“I can fix that, too.“ Brian rolled Justin beneath him as the wind ruffled their pillow of Puffs Plus. |
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| CHallenge #129: Five Words |
[Aug. 25th, 2009|10:49 pm] |
Title: Beaches
Notes: Thank you to the fabulous noteverything for the beta.
Condom: Ted
Carl walked in and rushed to the couch when he spotted Debbie and Emmett sitting together, pillows clutched to their chests, lips quivering, and tears streaming down their faces.
“What’s wrong, Sweetheart? Is someone hurt?” Carl dropped to his knees in front of Debbie.
“Barbara Hershey,” Emmett sniffed, pointing to the screen.
“Cancer,” Debbie added. “Now stop blocking the view. Bette’s about to sing ‘Wind Beneath My Wings’.”
“Oh for God’s sake,” Carl muttered under his breath as he struggled to his feet. He headed for the stairs, and, out of spite, took the carton of Rocky Road with him. |
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