| Challenge #145: injury |
[Jan. 25th, 2010|01:34 am] |
Title: Helpless
Author's Notes: This drabble was co-written with the amazing ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) noteverything. It truly is a gift to be able to work with someone so talented and generous!
And the condom goes to: Emmett
He’s got to stop. Just seeing that hideous red mark of violence on a body that’s already dealt with way too much violence makes me sick. But fuck, he’s not going to stop just because I tell him to.
And now he's out the door, in that fucking pink target of a t-shirt.
I sit, scrubbing my face with helpless hands, trying to figure a way out. But he’s not fucking listening to me, and I can’t think of anything to do. I just hope all the pieces will still be here to pick up when it's over.
Fuck. |
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| Challenge #145 Injury |
[Jan. 25th, 2010|02:09 pm] |
Title: A Sign Of Things To Come
Author:l_j_88
And the condom goes to:...Emmett
“Where’d you get that?”
He attempted disinterest, but for some reason his stomach had clenched when he’d noticed it: callous red against pale skin.
“Some closet case asshole I jerked off at school.” Justin mumbled, dumping his school bag and tie on the counter.
Brian backed Justin against the side and remembered bullies and bigots and Jack.
He’d survived. And Justin was far braver than he’d ever been.
Brian leaned in to run his tongue over the torn lip and felt Justin smile underneath. “He wasn’t worth the lube.”
Justin laughed and Brian’s concern dissolved.
He couldn’t have known then. |
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