Challenge # 73: Rimming Title: Rimshot 5-7 (Part one is here) Author: Rebel Condoms: 3 to Justin
5.
Justin came out of the bathroom, toweling his hair.
Brian woke up with a grunt when Justin's cold feet and wet hair joined him under the duvet. "This is why you shouldn't turn into a jock."
Justin snuggled deeper into the warmth under the cover, laughing. "Don't worry; it's just temporary. And it's for a good cause."
Brian made a face as Justin's wet hair brushed against his bare skin. "So you, and everyone, keep saying. But I told you: the only kind of rimming I'm into involves my tongue and your ass, not throwing a ball through a net."
6.
Brian was almost asleep. Justin wasn't. "Seriously, Brian; why won't you play? It's for the hospice."
Brian heaved a martyred sigh. "If I want to give money to the hospice, I'll write them a check. Why should I humiliate you all with my superior athletic prowess so Vic Grassi House can fulfill its mission of care and compassion?"
Justin laughed, and petted Brian's hair. "That was extraordinarily eloquent and a complete load of shit. What is it? Do your rim shots bounce out? Your free throws fall short?"
Brian snorted. "Ben's been teaching you the talk along with the walk?"
7.
Justin stuck his tongue out, and Brian grabbed it. "I can suggest a better use for that, since we're on the subject of rimming."
Justin swatted his hand away. "Forget it. I'm going to sleep. I have practice in the morning."
Brian rolled his eyes. "You're like a fucking dog with a bone when you have some new cause."
"The hospice isn't a new cause, Brian." Justin sounded offended.
Brian glanced at him, and he touched his face. "Sorry. I know."
Justin put his head on his pillow. A minute later, Brian rolled over and tugged him into his arms.