| Challenge #132: Couples |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|12:28 am] |
Title: Our Secret
And the condom goes to: Brian/Justin
Brian looks around and shakes his head sardonically. Who the hell would have ever thought this would happen?
Brian Kinney, one-half of a fucking couple.
It sure as hell wasn't at the top of his to-do list.
Yet, here he is – with Justin, trading stories with Mikey's happy family and the merry munchers – content, satisfied. Maybe even happy.
Then Justin looks over and flashes the same mischievous smile that kept drawing Brian in when they first met. The one that is filled will devilment and promise, with love.
Justin leans in, whispering, "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." |
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| Challenge #132: couples |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|12:27 pm] |
Title: Forfeit
Author's Note: Thank you to my dear ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) notreallyme10 for your help. Thanks also to the awesome suze_y for being my beta, this was written for her.
And the condom goes to: Brian and Justin
Was it cheating? Maybe. He'd known Brian was too drunk to make that shot, but, now he unrepentantly anticipated Brian's forfeit.
"Here's your trophy. What do you think?" Justin turned to see Brian, arms outspread, brazen in defeat. Standard clubbing outfit: boots, jeans, sleeveless black shirt. But tonight Brian's hazel eyes were dark, smoky, sultry with eyeliner.
Electrified, eyes riveted, Justin stalked his prize. Grasping Brian's neck and pulling him down, he ground his rock-hard cock against Brian's thigh and answered huskily. "Hmm, I think you don't have to worry about anyone at Babylon seeing you wearing make-up." |
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| Challenge #132: Couples |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|12:38 pm] |
Title: The Look
Author's Note: Thank you, darling suze_y for your help beta'ing this.
And the condom goes to: Justin and Brian
He was a fucking mess. Body smeared in a mixture of their come, sweat and spit, and legs splayed open to whatever Brian wanted next. He must look like a slut, a wanton. He probably should be embarrassed.
He wasn't.
He wasn't, because of the look of wild desperation in Brian's eyes. The look that said that Brian could resist him no longer. The look that said no matter how many times Brian came, Justin's need would make him hard again. The look that he knew, no matter how many tricks Brian fucked, was only ever for him. |
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| Challenge #132: Couples |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|02:02 pm] |
Title: Road Trip (Part5) - LA (The End of the Road)
Author's Note: This conclusion of the Road Trip drabble series is told in six drabbles. The series started Here. suze_y has been invaluable as a beta. I also want to thank kari77 for the outrageously HOT icons she made for me to use for this series. It's has been so much fun writing this, and I appreciate everyone who read and encouraged me to continue it. I had a blast and hope you did, too.
And the condoms go to: All six to, who else, Brian and Justin.
( Road Trip (Part5) - LA (The End of the Road) ) |
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| Challenge #132: Couples |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|08:53 pm] |
Title: Not Your Ordinary In-Laws
Condom: Vic and Rodney
Debbie thought of Vic every day, but some days all she could remember were the ways she failed him. She couldn’t fix the past so focused on the things she could do-helping with Vic Grassi House and taking care of Rodney.
She knew Rodney had no family of his own so she made him part of hers. After the first few holidays, he stopped protesting. Rodney could never replace Vic, but she loved him for the happiness he’d given her brother.
When she and Carl finally married, it felt almost natural to have him walk her down the aisle. |
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| Challenge # 132: Couples |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|09:57 pm] |
Title: Joined
And the Condom Goes To: Brian and Justin
I pressed him firmly face-down on the bed, my fingers entwined with his as I stretched his arms over his head, my lips finding the sweat-dampened hair that lay against the nape of his neck.
I inhaled his scent, musky yet sweet, and tried to remember a time before he came into my life, and then wondered why the fuck I would even want to.
He moved restlessly beneath me, so I whispered, “Are you ready?” as I slid my naked cock into position near his tight, hot hole.
He moaned his response and I pushed inside, joining us together. |
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