| Challenge #210 RImming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 15th, 2012|06:25 pm] |
Title: Appetizer
Condom: Blowjobs
“We’re going to be late.”
Brian stopped sucking Justin’s cock long enough to answer. “So come already.”
Justin glared at the hand Brian had wrapped around the base of his cock. “Fuck you.”
Brian laughed around his cock just as he dropped his hand, and Justin came with a low moan.
“I hate you,” Justin grumbled, struggling to catch his breath and zip his pants since Brain was already back on his feet and opening the door.
“About time you two finished,” Debbie scolded as they took the empty seats between Michael and Lindsay. “Dinner’s been ready for fifteen minutes.” |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 15th, 2012|06:53 pm] |
Title: Rimming is Foreplay (4/21)
A/N: Justin is pursuing his art career in New York and Brian is just fine with that – or he would be, if the little twat wasn’t constantly annoying him with phone calls about sex acts.
Condom: Blowjobs
Justin called back just before noon, his voice just short of chastising and entirely too close to sympathetic. “He wasn’t nearly as hot as you.” “Who is?” Brian gave Cynthia the eye until she muttered something and left. “And your evidence is flawed. I didn’t have a chance to see how quickly I could make him come.” “True.” A short pause followed. “I’d offer to bring him with me for my visit, but I’m not sure I could find him again.” Brian closed his eyes and smiled. “When?” “This weekend,” Justin replied. “So we can settle this like reasonable adults.” |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 15th, 2012|06:58 pm] |
Title: Rimming is Foreplay (5/21)
A/N: Justin is pursuing his art career in New York and Brian is just fine with that – or he would be, if the little twat wasn’t constantly annoying him with phone calls about sex acts.
Condom: Blowjobs
Brian had no problem being a reasonable adult – as soon as he’d reasonably fucked Justin in the airport bathroom, then reasonably sucked him off in the car, then lost all reason and made out with him in front of the loft until they were interrupted by Justin’s growling stomach. “I hope you went shopping,” Justin said, his eyes glittery and semi-focused. “I certainly did,” Brian reassured him. “Condoms, lube, whiskey, a new butt plug--” Justin huffed out a sigh. “That’s fine,” he said. “You’ll just have to wait while I order takeout.” Next time, he’d have the kitchen stocked. |
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