| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 20th, 2010|12:51 pm] |
Title: It is the Season 25 - The Phone Call
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) rainbow1907
Prompt: December 20 - A phone call
Beta: Many thanks to my wonderful beta LJ User buckeye5! All remaining mistakes are mine.
Author's Note: Drabble Series for drabylon dollars!
Justin stood motionless, staring at the phone in his hand.
“My father asked me to come back to the hospital. He wants to talk.”
He turned to Brian and asked. “What am I going to do? Now that I sort of accepted the situation… I just don’t want to be disappointed again.”
“Well Sunshine, you know about my fucked-up parents. I know nothing about being a son. But since I have Gus…”
Brian paused, his eyes filled with joy, “I’ve learned a thing or two about being a father. And I wouldn’t want Gus to ever give up on me.”
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 20th, 2010|11:56 pm] |
Title: Home for the Holidays 21: Christmas Most Carnal
Author: frantic_quest
Prompt: December 16: A Christmas Carol
Notes: Season 1 Drabble Series for drabylon dollars!
Justin stopped pacing, heading back toward the house as Brian hopped out of the jeep, his long legs outdistancing him easily.
“Waiting for someone?” Brian queried innocently.
“Not for you!” Justin answered sullenly, still hurt from being tossed aside at the Christmas party.
Brian moved in closer and caressed Justin’s pouting lower lip with the pad of his thumb. “Come on, Sunshine. Put on something tight and slutty. It’s Dick-ens Night at Babylon. You can limp around pretending you’re Tiny Tim until I cure you with a back room fuck.”
Justin had to laugh. “Brian, you’re such a nasty freak.” |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 20th, 2010|11:57 pm] |
Title: Home for the Holidays 22: The Season of Giving
Author: frantic_quest
Prompt: December 17: What Have You Done Today to Make You Feel Proud?
Notes: Season 1 Drabble Series for drabylon dollars!
Babylon was packed with holly jolly fags dressed in their very merry seasonal finest.
Brian scowled, pulling Justin closer on the dance floor as a drunken Santa in a G-string tried to bump and grind against him.
“Fuck off, Saint Dick!” Brian growled in annoyance.
“Way to go, Baby!” Emmett gushed as he sashayed up in holiday sequins. “Maybe your dance partner, Ebenezer Screws, could learn a few things about the Season of Giving from you.”
Brian ignored Emmett, pulling Justin toward the bar. “What the fuck was that about?”
“ Nothing. I’ve been volunteering with Vic at the Hospice.” |
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