britin1729 (britin1729) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2011-12-31 19:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | gusmas 2011 |
Gusmas 2011
Title: A Deal's a Deal
Author: britin1729
Prompts in order: wine, Hanukkah, solstice, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, Kwanzaa, outside
Fulfills Fansee's challenge of writing drabbles for Dec 20, 21, 24, 25, & 26 prompts.
Notes: 7 drabbles
Summary: Justin and Brian make a deal that runs throughout the month of December.
Brian snorted. "I bought you a steak dinner and wine. You're asking me to go and watch sparkly werewolves angst for two hours about the fact that they're not getting laid."
"There's more to it than that! And it's the vampires that sparkle."
"Is this supposed to convince me?"
"Fine. Tell you what—you come with me, and I will perform one sexual act of your choosing during every holiday next month."
"You already have tickets?"
It was Hanukkah when Brian first brought up their deal. Justin had all but forgotten it, but he suspected Brian had been making plans all along.
"We don't even celebrate Hanukkah," Justin pointed out when Brian mentioned it.
Brian grabbed his wrist and began tugging him toward the bathroom. "Melanie does. And therefore, my son does. And since we're in their house, we're celebrating their holiday."
Though Justin knew part of the fun, in Brian's mind, was enjoying Melanie's disgust when she realized they'd gone to fuck in the bathroom, he happily let Brian fuck him against the sink anyway.
If the sexual favors for each day of Hanukkah and every other holiday in December weren't enough, Brian had decided to count the fucking winter solstice as a holiday, which meant that Justin owed him twice that day.
Brian took his first favor in the form of a blow job in the diner parking lot. For the second, he tied Justin to the bed, blindfolded him, and teased him with a new vibrator. He ran it over Justin's nipples and the insides of his thighs before finally shoving it inside him.
Justin decided theirs was the best deal ever made.
On Christmas Eve, Brian dressed Justin in a plaid shirt and tennis shoes.
"Why am wearing this?" Justin asked wearily.
Brian shrugged. "I wanted to fuck a virgin."
Suddenly, Justin got it. He wasn't sure if he should laugh or be very touched about it all, not least of all because Brian even remembered that night.
He decided against sentimentality. "Perv."
"Exactly. So, leave out the parts about the diarrhea this time, but feel free to talk about how hot and amazing in bed I am."
Justin could remember saying no such thing. "Exactly how do you remember that night?"
Christmas meant a celebration at Debbie's with the family. It was both Justin's and the Muncher's first Christmas back in Pittsburgh, and Brian, who Justin suspected was drunk on eggnog, muttered something about it being the best Christmas in years before dragging him under the mistletoe to make out.
After the festivities, they visited the cemetery where Justin's grandma rested. Without a word, they walked until they found both of Brian's parents, too.
Neither of them said a word at Jack and Joan's graves, but back in the car, they fucked with almost frightening intensity, letting their bodies speak instead.
"So, it's Kwanzaa today," said Justin the next morning, rolling over and propping his head up on his hand. "And New Year's later this week. What are your last two requests going to be?"
"Let's see..." said Brian, pretending to think about it, though Justin was sure he'd had the whole thing planned for a month. "For New Year's, I want to come in your ass exactly at midnight."
Justin laughed. "Okay. And today?"
Brian reached for the lube. He tossed it to Justin before rolling over, his ass in the air. "I want you to come in my ass."
The moan was torn from Justin's lips as Brian met his body with another thrust, and he threw his head back against the table.
Brian held Justin's legs over his shoulders, fucking him hard for the last time in 2011. They'd been at it for a while leading up to midnight, building up and backing off in order to time their climaxes to occur at the right moment.
A distant cry sounded from outside, the crowd cheered as the ball dropped in New York on the television, and as the clock struck twelve, Brian and Justin welcomed the new year.