| Challenge #177: The Daddy Wars |
[Oct. 4th, 2010|10:55 pm] |
Title: The Last to Know
And the Condom Goes To: Daddy!Brian
“I had hoped that one day I would hold your child in my arms, Brian.” Joan Kinney commented, her cold smile firmly in place. “You could still decide to get married, raise a family, let Jesus’ love guide you back onto the path of salvation. It’s not too late.”
“Settle down with a pretty little blond, buy a huge mansion in the suburbs with stables and tennis courts, have a son who looks just like me?” Brian sneered in disgust, until she clutched at her cheap pearls, looking away.
“Well Mom, if I did, you’d be the last to know.” |
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| Challenge #177: The Daddy Wars |
[Oct. 4th, 2010|11:00 pm] |
Title: Pipe Dream
Timeframe: Pre-series
And the Condom Goes To: Daddy!Brian
“Brian?” Michael’s voice was hushed in the darkened bedroom.
“Yeah, Mikey?” Brian lit a cigarette, and leaned back.
“How many kids do you want to have?” Michael whispered.
"Mikey, we’re fags.” Brian sighed impatiently. “Only breeders and lesbians want to be tied down with bawling brats.”
“You mean you never daydreamed about us being someone’s Dads?” Michael was sounding wistful.
Brian bit back a gag.
“Michael, listen to me.” He snapped. “Are you listening?”
“Yes, I’m listening.”
“Queers don’t get married, and we don’t play house."
Michael's dream of a white picket fence went up in a puff of smoke. |
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| Challenge #177: The Daddy Wars |
[Oct. 4th, 2010|11:49 pm] |
Title: Clueless
And the Condom Goes To: Daddy!Brian
“Sonny-boy, I know that I was rough on you when you were growing up.” Jack Kinney leaned drunkenly on the bar, and clumsily patted Brian’s back.
“But if I left things to the Sergeant, she would have turned you into a priest or a fucking fag, so I had to smack you around a little to toughen you up.” Jack nodded and slammed back his Beam.
“And now look at you, a big shot executive with a corner office and money to burn. I’ll bet you have your choice of prime pussy, don’t you?”
“Yeah Pop, you have no idea.” |
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