| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 18th, 2012|05:05 pm] |
Title: Rimming is Foreplay (9/21)
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’s face softened and Brian instantly regretted opening his mouth, delayed blowjobs or not. It certainly wasn’t anything to get lesbianic or sentimental over. Justin had wanted to go, so he left. It was as simple as that. Justin was always free to go. Justin’s hand cupped his cheek, forcing eye contact. “This is us,” he said. “And since it’s us, it isn’t stupid. Or not ridiculously stupid. Or if it is ridiculously stupid, no one has to know. But I think it’s going to be hot.” His eyes grew wide and bright. “Just admit it. You know I’m better.” |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 18th, 2012|05:10 pm] |
Title: Rimming is Foreplay (10/21)
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 flipped him onto his back, laughing. “I know you’re a twat,” he said fondly. “So, a stopwatch? To see who can make the other come faster?” He rolled his eyes. “Did I teach you nothing? Rimming is foreplay.” Justin blinked at him, slowly. “You don’t think I can make you come with just my tongue up your ass?” Brian scoffed. “Did you buy a tongue extender somewhere in New York? One that vibrates, perhaps? Otherwise, no.” He shook his head, utterly certain. “You can’t.” Justin smirked, his eyes growing even brighter. “I can’t even wait to prove you wrong.” |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 18th, 2012|05:31 pm] |
Title: When the Mood Strikes
Condom: Blowjobs
“What are you doing?” Hunter watched as Michael searched under the couch cushions.
“Looking for condoms.”
“Gross,” Hunter took a step back.
“Not used ones!” Michael glared at him. “The social worker for the adoption is visiting today so I have to find them all. Found them! Kitchen’s next.”
“You keep condoms in the silverware drawer?”
“You’d know if you ever set the table,” Michael complained. “With HIV you have to be prepared, and Ben’s sexy when he cooks.”
Hunter’s face drained of color as couldn’t help imagining Michael on his knees while Ben stir-fried. “I’m never eating here again.” |
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