| Challenge #175: Hair |
[Sep. 22nd, 2010|08:14 pm] |
Title: Touch (challenge #175: Hair)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Pink Posse time
And the condom goes to: fucking
Before Justin’s haircut, Brian’s fingers could travel through his silky-soft strands, lazy and slow. His touch would speak for him. It would tell Justin, You’re mine…I love you.
And it seemed Justin heard.
But now, how could Brian tell him what he wanted—that he didn’t want Justin out fucking patrolling with that psychopath, Cody Bell… that he wanted him safe?
He tried, but when Brian caressed the now closely shorn tufts, it seemed all that was told was desire… because when they fucked, like always, it was so damn good… but Justin would still leave.
And Brian wouldn’t sleep. |
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| Exposed (challenge #175: Hair) |
[Sep. 22nd, 2010|10:22 pm] |
Title: Exposed
Warnings/Author's Notes: Pink Posse arc, Jennifer POV
And the condom goes to: fucking yeah
Brian makes fun of him. Calls him Timberlake. This is not about hair, of course. This is about thinking that you can protect someone you love. Sometimes you can't. You can just hope that he will be alright. It doesn't help much that they shaved his head before they stuffed his brain back in. That he looked like this as a baby. Always stronger than I believed, when I placed a kiss on his delicate little head, inhaling his scent. Brian's sarcasm can't fool me. His eyes tell a different story. We both know how it feels to lose him. |
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