| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 7th, 2010|12:53 am] |
Title: Home for the Holidays 11: An Unexpected Question
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) frantic_quest
Prompt: December 6: Xylophone Picture
Notes: Season 1 Drabble Series for drabylon dollars!
Justin threw his head back and came hard on his chest and stomach, Brian’s lean body pressing against his as he thrust one last time, mouth covering Justin’s as he shot his own load.
“That was hot.” Brian smiled wickedly as he traced his tongue downwards until he was licking gently at a drop of spunk drying on Justin’s left nipple.
“Mmmm.” Justin was in his post-orgasmic speechless stage, hearing imaginary marching bands playing, and enjoying the rare display of Brian’s intimacy.
“So, did you and Debbie have a nice chat?” Brian lit up, pulling Justin’s suddenly tense body closer. |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 7th, 2010|09:03 am] |
Title: It is the Season 12 - Red Roses
Author: rainbow1907
Prompt: December 7 - Red roses
Beta: Many thanks to my wonderful beta LJ User buckeye5! All remaining mistakes are mine.
Author's Note: Drabble Series for drabylon dollars!
Over breakfast Justin casually remarked that Emmett had asked him to paint his portrait as a Christmas present for “his cutsie-pie Drewsie”.
Brian’s jaw dropped though thankfully he caught himself just in time before he said something completely stupid. “What kind of painting?”
“A life-sized naked portrait… uhm… a romantic kind of painting…” Justin answered, his voice skeptical.
“A life-sized romantic naked painting of Emmett,” Brian repeated with his trademark lifted eyebrow and tongue-in-cheek smirk.
“Yes,” Justin exclaimed in disbelief, “he wants me to paint him in the nude and while he’s lying on a bed of fucking red roses.”
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 7th, 2010|08:10 pm] |
Title: Home for the Holidays 12: A Rule for the Nosy
Author: frantic_quest
Prompt: December 7: Red Roses
Notes: Season 1 Drabble Series for drabylon dollars!
“Did Deb give you all the gory details on my tragically dysfunctional upbringing?” Brian glared at a guilty-looking Justin.
“She kind of volunteered some information…” Justin’s voice trailed off at Brian’s raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, and you kind of volunteered some questions, I’ll bet.” Brian sounded annoyed, but he pulled Justin comfortably against him.
“The next time you want to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong, come to me first, twat.” Brian settled back and sighed tiredly.
“Don’t be mad at Deb.” Justin pleaded.
“Don’t worry, she’ll still get red roses and candy on Mother’s Day. Now, go to sleep.” |
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