| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 17th, 2010|02:49 pm] |
Title: It is the Season 22 - Ghosts Of The Past
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) rainbow1907
Prompt: December 17 - What have you done today to make you feel proud?
Beta: Many thanks to my wonderful beta LJ User buckeye5! All remaining mistakes are mine.
Author's Note: Drabble Series for drabylon dollars!
“Fucker!” Brian glared at the newspaper.
Justin came closer to look at the offending article in the financial news. The business profile of a start-up company named UnlimitedSecurity… with a photo of their major shareholder.
“Shit… Stockwell…”
“I can’t believe the fucker got away with no more than a slap on his wrist. After all he did to this city.”
“I thought we stopped him?! We won.”
“Yeah well, but he wasn’t defeated. Guys like him never stay down for long…”
Justin looked him right into his eyes.
“Brian, what you did back then, I couldn’t have been any prouder.”
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 17th, 2010|10:58 pm] |
Title: Home for the Holidays 19: A Word of Advice
Author: frantic_quest
Prompt: December 14: Batteries Not Included
Notes: Season 1 Drabble Series for drabylon dollars!
Brian slid behind Justin, pressing in close and eliciting a shiver from him as he whispered in his ear.
“No pouting, Sunshine.” He purred seductively. “I have plenty of toys for us to play with at the loft, batteries definitely included.”
Justin closed his eyes and twisted around in Brian’s arms, nuzzling into his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of the man he had grown to love so much.
“I feel like such a stupid shit for breaking up my family.” Justin lamented, grunting in surprise as Brian pushed him away.
“Self-pity makes me soft. Grow some balls, Sonny-boy.” |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 17th, 2010|11:53 pm] |
Title: Home for the Holidays 20: Assholes in Glass Houses
Author: frantic_quest
Prompt: December 15: Baby, It's Cold Outside.
Notes: Season 1 Drabble Series for drabylon dollars!
Justin lit a cigarette and stood shivering on Debbie’s front walkway, miserably swaying from one foot to the other, trying to keep warm.
Deb peeked out the front curtains, fretting under her breath about insensitive assholes living in glass houses, drawing a gentle rebuke of, “Stay out of it, Sis” from Vic.
“It’s not right, Vic, the way he lets Brian treat him. It’s not healthy.” Deb fumed, frustrated by trying to hold her temper. “It’s fucking cold outside and he’s still just a baby.”
Headlights flashed in the window, pulling a surprised squeak from Deb. “Holy Shit! It’s Brian!” |
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