Ny (not_yet_defined) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2008-04-02 16:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: not_yet_defined, challenge #58: chairs |
Challenge 58 - Chairs
Title: Dirty Feet And All
Author: not_yet_defined
A/N: Written for xie_xie_xie's 111 dirty!feet justin challenge and for the chairs challenge. :D
Condom: 3 for Justin!
"Get the fuck out." I bellow at the five-some, on my bed. I should be joining them, but no amount of drugs or alcohol is sufficient enough to make me forget this whole goddamn night. I collapse onto a chair, rolling my eyes towards the ceiling and shaking my head as Justin ushers them out the door like a well-mannered little hostess. He rolls the door shut, toes off his shoes then looks at me warily. I hold his stare. Daring him not to piss me off and give me a reason to kick his ass out the door too.
He doesn't say a word. Smart boy. Instead, he drops to his knees before me. I spread my legs a little wider and raise an eyebrow. He doesn't miss a beat. His eyes are still on mine when he reaches out and unzips my fly. I slide down a little further, watching his hand close around my half-hard cock. As he bends over me and I feel his breath, tongue, and lips - warm and wet on my skin - I close my eyes. He accomplishes what the drugs and the drinking could not. And for a few minutes I forget everything.
Afterwards he rocks back onto his heels, looking up at me with a mixed expression. Equal parts smug, horny, uncertain, and tired. I sigh and push up out of the chair. I head towards the bathroom without a backwards glance. I'm surprised when he doesn't follow and turn to watch him as he pads softly around the loft turning shit off. I get in the shower, letting the hot water pound my skin. When I get out, he' s sprawled across my bed, sound asleep. Surprisingly, it doesn't piss me off, so I leave him be, dirty feet and all.