| Challenge # 151: Author's Choice |
[Mar. 22nd, 2010|05:36 pm] |
Title: Shall We Dance?
Author's Note: Inspired by one of ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) fun_demented's quote prompts. Quote in italics.
And the Condom Goes To: Babylon
Brian circled the dance floor in his usual predatory manner, mildly amused as the more aggressive twinks would try to tempt him with their best, “Choose me to fuck” stares.
Picking one at random, he caught sight of a familiar flash of blond heading in his direction confidently.
Justin approached the preening twink and bit out a terse, “Fuck off,” before facing Brian with a smirk, draping his arms sinuously over his shoulders, pressing their bodies together in a timeless rhythm.
“Were you really going to fuck that scrawny assed trick?”
“Well, I was hoping you would find me first.” |
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| Challenge #151 - Author's Choice |
[Mar. 22nd, 2010|08:20 pm] |
Title: Dare To
Author: vl_redreign
Condom: Justin Oops! Babylon!!
A/N: Thanks to florida_minxie for the prompt and beta! Mwah!!
Prompt: 
It all started with a dare.
It all started with a dare, you know.
When Molly was about six, she dared me to swap the salt and sugar containers at one of the tables at the club because their daughter took her Barbie, or some shit.
I’d been daring myself ever since.
The trek to Liberty Avenue that night, that was a dare. To see if I had the balls to do it. I got more than I bargained for.
I wrap myself in the sheet and go to Brian, who’s consoling himself with Beam. I dare myself to see if I can console him instead. |
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| *Challenge #151: Author's Choice* |
[Mar. 22nd, 2010|11:11 pm] |
Title: Teddy's Got Game
Notes: Thank you to the lovely vl_redreign for the super speedy beta and to my "anonymous little tiny helper." She was going to be my co-writer, but she just doesn't see herself as a writer like I do! <3
And the condom goes to: Babylon.
Brian was adding weights to his bench when Emmett, lounging against a rowing machine, let out a long, low whistle. Brian craned his head to look past Emmett. "Hot," he declared.
"Hot? That's the best you can do?” Emmett scoffed. “Hot?"
Brian shrugged, still looking at the long, lean man. "Do you have something better to call him?"
"Sex on legs?"
Brian snorted.
Emmett huffed. "Fine then, asshole. Fiery...smoking...broiling."
Brian snorted even louder. "So now he's a brisket?"
They continued to argue loudly. And neither of them noticed when the hottie walked out of the gym with Ted. |
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