| Challenge #166: Glitter |
[Jul. 6th, 2010|03:25 pm] |
Title: The Problem With Glitter
Warnings/Author's Notes: This was orignally sad. Then it got silly.
And the condom goes to: Jenn and Tucker.
The problem with glitter, Justin decided, was that it got everywhere. And once it was there, it stuck. He had washed his hair last night after Babylon, but this morning, he had woken up with glitter covering his pillow. How did Emmett do this every night?
And talking of Emmett, if he ever came near Justin again saying, "Just a little bit", Justin would run. He would run very far away. Because to Emmett, a little bit of glitter meant a lot.
Brian's raised voice came from the bedroom. "Justin, why the fuck is there glitter on my bed?" |
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| Challenge #166: Glitter |
[Jul. 6th, 2010|05:26 pm] |
Title: And The Rain Came Down
Warnings/Author's Notes: Death!fic. Yeah, I know - what kind of depraved mind gets death out of glitter? Also, a huge thanks to ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) florida_minxie who beta'd this for me and gave me the title.
And the condom goes to: Jenn and Tucker.
They had been at Babylon the night of the accident, when Justin had decided to go home early. If he had stayed for one more drink, he wouldn't have met the car and Brian wouldn't be standing beside a grave with his hands in his pockets. They had danced, he remembered, they had danced and laughed and drank.
But now everything was different. Justin was gone. Everybody was wearing black coats instead of tight jeans. The only thumpa-thumpa came from Brian's relentless heartbeat.
And rain had replaced the glitter that used to fall down around them. |
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| Challenge #166: Glitter |
[Jul. 6th, 2010|06:23 pm] |
Title: Indulgence
Notes: Thank you to my most wonderful beta noteverything!
Condom: Ted and Blake
Brian stared at the order and grabbed the phone. Apparently Theodore forgot there were better fucking uses for his money than fucking glitter for Babylon.
Then he remembered dancing with Justin, blissed out on E, and catching his tongue on glitter as he licked the smooth skin of Justin’s neck. He could taste it, flat and metallic, beneath the tang of his sweat.
He thought of fucking Justin the next morning, before they were fully awake, then bitching about the flecks of glitter stuck to his pillowcases, his fingers, his cock.
Brian put the phone down and doubled the order. |
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