Challenge # 73: Rimming Title: Rimshot, 8-11 (Part One is here and the rest link as you go along) Author: Rebel Condoms: 4 to Justin
8.
Brian noticed Justin walking towards the door. "You know, you could just stay here and work on your rimming the old-fashioned way."
Justin glanced over his shoulder as he opened the door. "You should come. You can just watch."
Brian didn't look up from his laptop. "I don't watch. I'm the one everyone else watches."
Justin laughed. "All the better."
Brian ignored him, and Justin went out the door, still laughing.
Fifteen minutes later, Brian decided to go to the gym. He'd been feeling a little slack lately. He got into his sweats, grabbed his gym bag, and headed out.
9.
It was a nice day, so Brian decided to walk. As he passed the park, he saw Justin leaning against the fence, next to Emmett. He glanced at the basketball court, and then stopped.
Drew Boyd, shirt tucked into the waistband of his sweatpants, was dribbling the ball, while Ben tried to get it away from him – something at which he was both very good and very successful.
Ben made a flying leap to the side of the basket. The ball landed right on the rim, where it spun once, twice, and then dropped with a swoosh through the net.
10.
Brian frowned when Justin spotted him, but walked over to where he stood with Emmett. "So, what blackmail did you use on your boyfriend to get him to take one for the team?"
Emmett looked at him with what might have been either pity or affection. "I told him it was to help the hospice."
Brian glanced at Justin, who smiled innocently. Brian's contemplation of the incongruity of that particular expression was interrupted by whoops from the court, where Drew had managed to get the ball to bounce off the rim of the basket before it fell to the ground.
11.
Drew got the ball first, and threw it, but it spun around the edge three times before landing on the pavement.
Ben clapped Drew's shoulder. "Not bad for a football player."
Drew grinned. "And you're not bad for a college professor."
Brian had enough. He dropped his gym bag, stripped off his sweatshirt, and strode onto the court.
"If you boys can spare me a ball?"
Ben threw it to him, and without moving an inch closer to the basket, Brian coolly launched it down court.
The ball dropped cleanly through the net, not so much as brushing the rim.