eebee! (eebee) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2009-05-21 18:07:00 |
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challenge #116: Loyalty
Title: So you’re fucked, Brian
Author's notes: I’m attempting a cut. Here’s to hoping it works.
Summary: Brian’s thoughts of Justin, and his disloyal dick. Emmett observes.
The condom goes to: Two for Daph, one for Emmett
Brian had work to do. Right now, he had this account to finalize and he had three boards in front of him to decide from. He did have work to do. But his mind kept straying to that blond twink. The kid should be in school right now. In that formal little schoolboy uniform that emphasized his perfect bubble butt…
Brian’s dick started paying attention to his brain, and the brunette man looked down. Betrayal. He was going to have to have a talk with that bubble ass of Justin’s for this. Maybe he’d pick the brat up after school.
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Justin hated algebra more than he hated being forced to run in PE. He hated watching the teacher try to explain the numbers on the board and why the answer was the way that it was when nothing seemed to make sense to the blond, not about numbers anyway. But there was only another… he heard the bell, and like any student, practically ran from the room. Now maybe he could do some homework before hitting Woody’s and Babylon tonight.
Justin took two seconds to see the familiar jeep, and the sunshine smile blinded Brian. Shit. Fuck first, talk later.
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Emmett didn’t need to spot Brian behind the little beam of sunshine that lit up Woody’s to know what had happened and how Justin’s day had been. A murmured word of ‘later’ and Justin had been off the walls ever since, and Brian’s eyes spoke volumes. Emmett knew that his friend was fucked. And in the very best way possible.
“So,” he said. “Should we expect our darling twink to visit often?” Emmett asked Brian, who had come off the pool table for a “Beam, double”.
Brian looked at him. Emmett grinned. “We’ll see,”
“You’re fucked, Brian,” Emmett thought, nodding.