| Challenge # 157: Coffee |
[May. 4th, 2010|12:20 am] |
Title: Without Warning
And the Condom Goes To: The Backroom
She showed up without warning, expecting him to be fucking happy to see her, like she hadn’t damned him to hell every time she paid him a visit.
Joanie never did seem to get her timing right, and as Brian slid the door shut behind her, he wished that she would finally get a fucking clue.
Too bad he no longer brought his tricks home, interrupting a nice threesome would have made for a tender reunion scene.
“Mom.” he smiled insincerely, casually sipping his coffee, ignoring her curious gaze. “Perfect timing, as always. Let me introduce you to my son." |
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| Challenge # 157: Coffee |
[May. 4th, 2010|07:28 pm] |
Title: Toxic Brew
Author's Note: Dancing Drabbling with myself ;-)
And the Condom Goes To: The Backroom
Brian grimaced as he took a sip of the toxic brew that the hospital tried to pass off as coffee.
It was obviously part of an elaborate scheme, aimed at keeping their beds occupied with hapless victims forced to sample their vending machine wares while watching over loved ones.
He avoided eye contact with the regular night nurse, knowing that once he gave her the opening, she’d lecture his fucking ear off, always offering to bend the rules for him…for Justin.
Save him from fucking romantic breeder ideologies!
As if one smile from Justin could heal his guilt-ridden soul. |
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| Challenge # 157: Coffee |
[May. 4th, 2010|07:34 pm] |
Title: Kinky Boys Series: Lesson 2-The Importance of a Balanced Breakfast
And the Condom Goes To: The Backroom
The fucking fantastic aroma of his gourmet, designer coffee gently woke Brian.
Normally, he was awake before Justin, but every once in a while the twat surprised him with breakfast in bed.
Justin had pouted at first, but after Brian explained why two dry pieces of multi-grain toast and a cup of coffee was considered a fucking balanced breakfast, he never tried to stick a tray of waffles drowning in syrup in front of Brian again.
Brian stretched and suddenly realized he was cuffed to the fucking bed.
Justin dripped syrup on Brian's morning wood and smirked, “Breakfast is served.” |
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