| Challenge #158: Jeans |
[May. 11th, 2010|11:58 am] |
Title: Welcome Home
Author's Note: Cause I promised ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) frantic_quest I would! Hey, Frannie! Thank you to the lovely suze_y for her quick and dirty beta!! :D
And the condom goes to: The Backroom
He pulls almost completely out, and when he slides back inside me he pushes even deeper. Grinding into me. Hard.
The pinch of pain from the zipper biting into my ass only escalates the pleasure from the head of his cock stroking my prostate. The constant friction from the rough material has the backs of my bare thighs and calves hot and sensitized. The rivets and metal button feel like ice chips touching my overheated skin.
Burying his nose in the sweaty brown hair at the nape of my neck, his hands tighten and he stills, grunts softly, then sighs. |
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| Challenge #152: mess |
[Mar. 31st, 2010|01:45 pm] |
Title: Just A Smudge
Author's Note: The bunny was noteverything's and we were going to write it together, but her computer died and she got tied up, so she let me play with it all by myself. Thank you! And thank you to my wonderful beta, suze_y, for always taking time to help me!
And the condom goes to: The Loft, cause that is where Justin makes chicken soup!
“Uh oh, Jus. Daddy said if we were gonna make a mess we hadda keep it in the studio, remember?” Gus’s eyebrows knit with concern as he pointed to where a smudge of finger-paint marred the den’s hardwood floor.
“Hmm, well we don’t want him to see that, do we?” Justin replied, reaching out and covering it with a colorful hand-print.
Gus’s eyes widened in horrified delight, then, hesitantly, he added his own much smaller print next to Justin’s, and burst into giggles.
Hours later, their parade of hand-print animals marched through the foyer, greeting Brian at the front door. |
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| Challenge #152: mess |
[Mar. 28th, 2010|11:33 pm] |
Title: Hell to Pay
Author's Note: This was written together with noteverything. I'm tickled to get the chance to do this again!! Love you, Tweedy!
And the condom goes to: The Loft, cause it was love to Justin!!
“Ma’s gonna be so pissed!” Michael spluttered.
“Take it easy, Mikey. Deb’ll never know.” Brian was already filling the sink with hot sudsy water.
“Yeah, right! If we don’t clean up this mess fast, there’ll be hell to pay.”
“So Vic wanted to make dinner, big fucking deal.”
“It is a big deal, Brian! He’s really sick and needs to rest. Ma needs my help to keep an eye on him while she’s working because he can’t afford another setback.”
Both of them glanced at the exhausted man in the worn recliner, met each other’s eyes, and wordlessly continued cleaning. |
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| Challenge #151: author's choice |
[Mar. 13th, 2010|09:06 pm] |
Title: Aftermath
Author's Note: Since the prompt is Author's Choice, I asked Bunny for five words. Thank you happier_bunny for broken, sleep, moist, quick, and bottle. And thank you, as always to the superfantabulous suze_y for your friendship and beta skilz.
And the condom goes to: Babylon
The glass has been swept up and thrown away, the liquor mopped from the floor, the overturned chair and lamp righted, and the cleaning supplies stowed.
He wipes away stray moist droplets spattered across the monitor, turns off the CPU, and places the stylus in its holder. Knowing Justin can't sleep alone, no matter how exhausted, Brian decides to wait until later to box the computer for return. Taking a last quick glance around, he spots a jagged shard from the bottle under the coffee table.
Picking it up, Brian wonders if there’s anything in his life that isn't broken. |
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| Challenge #149: Theodore Schmidt |
[Mar. 3rd, 2010|08:08 am] |
Title: Canceled Plans
Author’s Note: Thank you suze_y for the quick beta!! And thank you kari77 for this wonderful icon, which inspired me. Ted Schmidt is a good man, and a good friend.
And the condom goes to: Brian
"Schmidt!" echoed in the empty office.
Ted paused in the doorway. "Yeah, Bri?"
"Why are you still here? This week all you've done is yammer about going away for the weekend."
"With Justin leaving for that meeting, and the new account, I knew you'd be working..."
"Huh, if you canceled your plans every time we had to cancel ours..." Glancing up, Brian caught Ted's guilty look. "Christ, Theodore, this isn't a fucking sweatshop. Leave! Now!"
"You sure? I could come back early."
"Don't show your face before Tuesday," Brian insisted, then muttered. "At least somebody will be getting laid this weekend." |
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| Challenge #147: quotes |
[Feb. 16th, 2010|08:11 pm] |
Title: PDAs
Author’s Note: Thank you so much suze_y for the beta. And noteverything for the bunny.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney
“This is the restaurant where we had dinner the last night”
I hit the remote and advance to the next slide, trying to remain calm. The brighter light from the picture illuminates them. Mouths sliding, tongues touching. Ewww!
“Here, we’re taking a walk...”
I’m biting my tongue so hard I’m tasting blood. “Not into public displays of affection.” That’s bullshit!
Suddenly, a low moan breaks the silence. Everyone turns, and even Ted momentarily stops snoring.
“Dammit, Ma! If you don’t want to see Ben’s and my vacation pictures, can’t you and Carl at least keep it PG for the kids??” |
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| Challenge #147: quotes |
[Feb. 16th, 2010|08:03 pm] |
Title: That Night
Author’s Note: Thank you so much, to suze_y for your awesome beta skilz.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney
Blake pressed his sweaty face to Ted’s chest. The nightmare had been so vivid; his stomach muscles were still clenched with dread.
“It felt just like that night. I was pretty sure you were going to fuck me, but you were so sweet and smart too, and you wanted me. Then…then you drank it…and you were lying there…I wanted to help, but you wouldn’t wake up…and in the dream, I couldn’t get out…”
“Shhh. It’s okay. It’s just a dream. Forget it.”
“Have you? Have you forgotten?”
“Forgotten? No.” Ted admitted, pulling him closer still. “But I’ve long since forgiven.” |
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| Challenge #146: family |
[Feb. 2nd, 2010|08:12 am] |
Title: This Time
Author's Note: Huge hugs to noteverything for playing with me, being a wonderful beta, and your generally awesomeness! You inspire me!
And the condom goes to: Ben
As Ben easily attached the railing to the wooden frame, he was reminded how he had struggled putting this crib together for JR.
They’d had such high hopes setting up the nursery for her, but life hadn’t turned out as they’d planned. Things were good now, and though Melanie had offered, he was glad they were using a surrogate.
Setting the crib upright, Ben let one hand glide along the smooth top rail and smiled, knowing that in a couple of weeks, when they brought JR’s baby sister home, he wouldn’t be Uncle Ben this time; he would be Daddy. |
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| Challenge #145: injury |
[Jan. 25th, 2010|01:34 am] |
Title: Helpless
Author's Notes: This drabble was co-written with the amazing noteverything. It truly is a gift to be able to work with someone so talented and generous!
And the condom goes to: Emmett
He’s got to stop. Just seeing that hideous red mark of violence on a body that’s already dealt with way too much violence makes me sick. But fuck, he’s not going to stop just because I tell him to.
And now he's out the door, in that fucking pink target of a t-shirt.
I sit, scrubbing my face with helpless hands, trying to figure a way out. But he’s not fucking listening to me, and I can’t think of anything to do. I just hope all the pieces will still be here to pick up when it's over.
Fuck. |
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| Challenge #145: injury |
[Jan. 22nd, 2010|12:54 am] |
Title: Hot Toddy
Author's Note: Thank you to the wonderful noteverything for beta-ing this for me.
And the condom goes to: Emmett Honeycutt
"You'd think a gay ski patrol would have hotter guys, but sadly no." Emmett winced as he settled back on the sofa in the lobby.
"Well, don't you worry, Em. There are plenty of cute guys here." Ted eased a pillow under Emmett's ankle, setting his crutches within arms reach. "Are you sure you'll be all right?
"Yes. You and Blake go! Calvin will be back any minute. He wants to fuss over me, and have me regale him with my skiing adventure."
"Hmm, he evidently doesn't know you tripped on the way to the bar for a hot toddy." |
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| Challenge #144: four words |
[Jan. 17th, 2010|11:08 pm] |
Title: New Toy
Prompt: burn, ease, glass, rug
Author's Note: Thank you, etextraordinary for your beta skilz. Do I get extra points for using all the prompt words in one sentence?!? :D
And the condom goes to: Emmett Honeycutt
I feel another shudder rack his body as I work the dildo deeper into his ass.
"Oh. Wait, Brian. It...Uhhn…"
It's big, so I know it has to burn. As I start to ease it out, he pushes up from the rug and clinches hard on the blue glass.
"No, don't...I want it, just wait..."
When I feel his breathing ease, and see the muscles in his sweat-glossed back relax, I slowly press it in again, deeper.
"Do you like your new toy, Justin?" I whisper darkly, then growl, “I do,” as he takes the last inch. |
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| Challenge #144: four words |
[Jan. 17th, 2010|11:03 pm] |
Title: No Pets
Author's Note: My thanks to the lovely etextraordinary for beta-ing for me.
Prompt: burn, ease, glass, rug
And the condom goes to: Emmett Honeycutt
He'd insisted on bringing it home from New York. I’d insisted the ugly fucking thing stay in his studio.
I'd jokingly told him, "No pets," as he piled the faux fur rug into the moving van. He'd just grinned, saying he’d found it cheap and grown attached to it.
Then I saw him. Shoulders and feet buried deep in the soft fur, stroking his cock with paint-stained fingers, as he began to ease the glass dildo in and out of his ass; hot enough to burn down the world.
I no longer mind seeing it lying around the house. |
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| Challenge #144: four words |
[Jan. 17th, 2010|10:42 pm] |
Title: He Needs
Prompt: burn, ease, glass, rug
Author’s Note: Many thanks to etextraordinary for the beta. This triple drabble is written for my wonderful friend suze_y. Just because.
And all three condoms go to: Emmett Honeycutt
( He Needs ) |
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| *Challenge #141: Friendships* |
[Nov. 17th, 2009|12:11 pm] |
Title: Best Laid Plans
Notes: This is a double drabble, by ahaw9913 and me. We liked writing together so much last week that we decided to do it again. And, since QaF is so wrapped up in friendships, we decided to intermingle four friends. Hope you like it...we had so much fun thinking of ideas and writing it!
And the condoms go to: Two for Brian Kinney!
( Best Laid Plans ) |
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| *Challenge #140: Season Five* |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|11:07 pm] |
Title: Well Worth It
Notes: This drabble was conceived by ahaw9913 and co-written by both of us. This is the first time I've co-written a "serious" drabble and it was so much fun! *hugs Rhonda tightly* I am so glad you wanted to write with me.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney, but of course!
"Brian...I won’t take this tip, it’s too much.” Justin tossed the bills back on the bar and turned away.
“I heard you had to make bail,” Brian shrugged, a glimmer of a smile playing across his lips. “You need it.”
Turning back quickly, Justin said, “Who told you?”
Brian shrugged. “Doesn’t matter,” he said, pushing the bills back. “Besides, I’d have paid a lot more to see you stand up against that asshole.” Pulling on his jacket, he walked out of the diner.
Justin stared at the door for a long moment, then, smiling broadly, got back to work. |
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| Challenge #137: porn! sex toys |
[Oct. 20th, 2009|05:08 pm] |
Title: His Masterpiece
Author's Note: Thank you to the delightful suze_y for being my beta. Smooches to you!
And the condom goes to: Justin
Justin pressed Brian back down to the tarp. "You offered to help, remember?"
"As a model, not a fucking canvas." Resigned, Brian tensed as Justin started applying the body paints: broad sweeping strokes applied to chest, arms, and legs; teasing swirls over sensitive nipples and inner thighs; later, delicate accents along flesh weeping for attention.
By the time Justin was finished, Brian was hoarse, spent, exhausted.
Justin sat back, flexed his aching hand, then pressed it against his hard cock.
A masterpiece no one but I will see.
He then rearranged his living canvas, and immersed himself in his art. |
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| Challenge #136: Emmett |
[Oct. 14th, 2009|02:39 pm] |
Title: Almost Gone With the Wind
Author's Note: As always a tremendous thank you to suze_y for beta'ing this for me, especially at the last minute!
And the condom goes to: Blake
Checking his ass in the mirror, Emmett reached into his closet for the bit of red that attracted his eye. Caught unaware, he gasped softly at what he withdrew; not his sexy mesh shirt, but George's soft red sweater.
He hadn't touched it in months, hadn't worn it in years, had moved on, as George would have wanted.
Still, thoughts of dancing, drinking and strangers paled next to this reminder of days and nights filled with effortless joy and love.
"Don't worry, Georgie," Emmett whispered as he pulled it on; loving arms surrounding him once again. "I'll go out tomorrow." |
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| Challenge #134: past events |
[Sep. 29th, 2009|11:54 pm] |
Title: Sleepover
Author's Note: My thanks to suze_y for the beta.
And the condom goes to: Michael
Jennifer steered the car toward the curb.
"What are you and Daphne going to do?"
I can't believe how whiney Daph was about covering for me.
"Do? We're not gonna do anything." Heh! We're not, but I am. "We're just gonna hang out, then sleep. You know, sleepover."
What'll it be like? Will the guys be hot? Will they wanna fuck me? Will I let 'em? Will it hurt?...
"Justin, are you listening? Do you need money?"
"I always need money, Mother."
I'm finally going to Liberty Avenue. When the car stopped, Justin bolted.
"Have a good time!" Jennifer called. |
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| Challenge #134: past events |
[Sep. 29th, 2009|11:26 pm] |
Title: Bullies
Author's Note: Thank you suze_y, as always, for your beta skilz.
And the condom goes to: Michael
After school, Brian waited for Michael by the schoolyard gate.
"You look like shit, Mikey! Those guys really did a number on you yesterday."
"I know. My bike is trashed too. Ma was pissed. After you left, she kept insisting that Donnie and Ralphie should be arrested."
Michael lowered his voice, "I don't know what happened, but did you see them today? They look even worse than me! I guess the bullies got bullied!"
"I guess so." Brian said, sounding bored.
As both boys turned to walk home, Brian shouldered his backpack, wincing as the strap rubbed raw, bruised knuckles. |
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| Challenge #133: Jealousy |
[Sep. 23rd, 2009|07:48 pm] |
Title: How Good He Has It
And the condom goes to: Ben
With his chores done, Michael locked the house, dropped off the trash and headed to his new friend Brian's house.
He was excited. Brian's family was going to be there.
Brian had finally told him about them; his sister, his mom who didn't work, and his dad who liked to bowl.
Brian is so lucky. He thought wistfully.
Michael remembered Brian laughing this weird laugh, and calling him pathetic, when he had told Brian he was jealous.
He just doesn't know how good he has it.
Michael pulled his coat tighter and walked faster.
He couldn't wait to meet them. |
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| Challenge #132: Couples |
[Sep. 15th, 2009|05:30 pm] |
Title: Watch Me
Author's Note: This is a follow-up to Forfeit, cause frantic_quest knows I am a soft touch asked so nicely. I hope you like it. My many thanks go to the lovely and talented suze_y and notreallyme10 for their beta skilz.
And the condom goes to: Justin and Brian
"Brian, open your eyes."
Club clothes discarded, Brian knelt between his thighs. Justin had won the bet, so he was running the show.
"Let me see them."
Brian raised the sexy kohled lids slowly.
“Fuck. Now, look at me."
Brian's hungry gaze met Justin's, making him even harder.
"Remember, no touching. I just want you...watching me." Justin gasped as he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked hard.
"Watch me...stroke my cock. Yeah...those hot fucking eyes. Need them...on me. Look at my cock...oh fuck.” Justin arched as he came, settling slowly. “Now. Lick me." |
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| Challenge #132: Couples |
[Sep. 15th, 2009|05:25 pm] |
Title: Again
Author's Note: Thanks to the dynamic duo of notreallyme10 and suze_y, for their beta help on this.
And the condom goes to: Brian and Justin
"Again?" Justin moaned, arching back as he felt his sweats pushed down. "You're not working this morning?"
"Uh hum. Working my dick into your ass."
As Brian slid to his knees and opened Justin’s ass, Justin felt the slick-soft tongue sliding into his ultrasensitive hole, and pushed back against it.
“Mmm, I can still taste my come inside you.”
"Sss, still a little sore. Uhn, Brian."
Brian's tongue soothed the red opening.
"Justin, I’ve been in your ass for twenty of the last twenty-four hours." Brian stood up and opened his jeans. "Face it, we’re both gonna stay sore." |
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| Challenge #132: Couples |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|02:02 pm] |
Title: Road Trip (Part5) - LA (The End of the Road)
Author's Note: This conclusion of the Road Trip drabble series is told in six drabbles. The series started Here. suze_y has been invaluable as a beta. I also want to thank kari77 for the outrageously HOT icons she made for me to use for this series. It's has been so much fun writing this, and I appreciate everyone who read and encouraged me to continue it. I had a blast and hope you did, too.
And the condoms go to: All six to, who else, Brian and Justin.
( Road Trip (Part5) - LA (The End of the Road) ) |
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| Challenge #132: Couples |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|12:38 pm] |
Title: The Look
Author's Note: Thank you, darling suze_y for your help beta'ing this.
And the condom goes to: Justin and Brian
He was a fucking mess. Body smeared in a mixture of their come, sweat and spit, and legs splayed open to whatever Brian wanted next. He must look like a slut, a wanton. He probably should be embarrassed.
He wasn't.
He wasn't, because of the look of wild desperation in Brian's eyes. The look that said that Brian could resist him no longer. The look that said no matter how many times Brian came, Justin's need would make him hard again. The look that he knew, no matter how many tricks Brian fucked, was only ever for him. |
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| Challenge #132: couples |
[Sep. 14th, 2009|12:27 pm] |
Title: Forfeit
Author's Note: Thank you to my dear notreallyme10 for your help. Thanks also to the awesome suze_y for being my beta, this was written for her.
And the condom goes to: Brian and Justin
Was it cheating? Maybe. He'd known Brian was too drunk to make that shot, but, now he unrepentantly anticipated Brian's forfeit.
"Here's your trophy. What do you think?" Justin turned to see Brian, arms outspread, brazen in defeat. Standard clubbing outfit: boots, jeans, sleeveless black shirt. But tonight Brian's hazel eyes were dark, smoky, sultry with eyeliner.
Electrified, eyes riveted, Justin stalked his prize. Grasping Brian's neck and pulling him down, he ground his rock-hard cock against Brian's thigh and answered huskily. "Hmm, I think you don't have to worry about anyone at Babylon seeing you wearing make-up." |
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| Challenge #131: Rain |
[Sep. 9th, 2009|01:56 pm] |
Title: Britin Lost
Author's Note: This is unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine.
And the condom goes to: Ted
From the poolhouse awning, they watched the smoke tendrils spiraling through the misty rain.
They stood wrapped, physically in each other's arms, but mentally in memories that were now soggy smoldering embers.
A weary fireman sought them out. "We found where lightning hit the roof. It's safe enough now, though. I can escort you in, let you salvage what you can."
Justin immediately shrugged from the comforting embrace. "Brian, I need to see what survived."
The need to protect waged its battle with trust over Brian's face. "You're right." Brian sighed, turning. "Can you take us to the studio first?" |
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| Challenge #130: Season Six |
[Aug. 31st, 2009|12:41 pm] |
Title: Bee Cause of You
Author's Note: This is a story told in a series of five drabbles. Everyone needs to know what an amazing beta and friend suze_y is! I absolutely could not have written this without her! This bit of schmooparific love grew, and grew from a plot bunny planted by maxymama here Request is in the comments . I hope you like it!
And the condoms go to: Ted x 5
( Bee Cause of You ) |
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| Challenge #130: season six |
[Aug. 28th, 2009|08:56 am] |
Title: Need to Be
Author's Note: Smooches to suze_y, for your beta help. This is for happier_bunny, who wanted a little hurt/comfort schmoopiness. I hope you like it.
And the condom goes to: Ted
"It's just bronchitis." Brian croaks, as the loft door rumbles shut. "I told you not to come."
"And you expected me to listen?" Justin asks softly, climbing into the disheveled bed and aligning his body with Brian's.
"Justin," Brian says tiredly. "Your show's in a week. You need to be there."
"And I will be. But Brian, what I want is for you to be there, too. So for now, this is where I need to be.
Coughing raggedly, Brian struggles to turn toward him. Their eyes entreat, question, reassure. After long moments, Brian buries his head in Justin's neck. |
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| Challenge #129: five words |
[Aug. 25th, 2009|05:05 pm] |
Title: Road Trip (Part 4) - Grants, NM (the Badlands)
Author's Note: Thank you to the enchanting suze_y who beta'ed this for me. There are other parts if you want to read them. This started it Road Trip.
And the condom goes to: Michael
Brian's view of his room at Mom's Roadside Inn made his lips curl in disgust.
Retrieving his phone, he checked the caller ID and answered.
"Hey."
Even his alcoholic mom hadn't been this bad a housekeeper.
"I don’t know. Where?"
Would it hurt to vacuum occasionally?
"Caviar and gold leaf? I'm impressed."
Wind shrieked through gaps around the window.
"Well, you Hollywood types..."
Brian picked up a pillow and shook it.
"Nah, I'm gonna be out tonight. Sure, call me on my cell. Later."
Only the thought of Justin's surprised, enthusiastic welcome convinced Brian to set his bag down. |
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| Challenge #129: five words |
[Aug. 24th, 2009|12:40 pm] |
Title: This Time
Author's Note: Thank you to the magical notreallyme10 for the beta.
This bit of angsty/schmoopiness is written for the delightful kari77, who requested some Ted/Blake love! I hope you like it!
And the condom goes to: Michael
Was this time finally different? Blake worried.
After he'd hurt Ted so much, and inadvertantly lead this sweet man down Blake's own self-destructve road, could he get it right? Gaze straying to the window, the view a swirling mass of snow and ice, Blake acknowledged the demons that stood ready to creep in whenever things felt right.
"Don't worry. This time it's right. We'll make it work," Ted whispered reassuringly.
Brushing his lips across Ted's shoulder, Blake laid his head to rest on their pillow. Outside the churning wind receded and the snow began drifting gently to the slopes. |
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| Challenge #128: hard |
[Aug. 17th, 2009|09:43 am] |
Title: Road Trip (Part 3) - I-70 Jonesburg, MO
Author's Note: And the Road Trip continues. Thank you, suze_y for beta'ing for me, and taking this trip with Brian. And thank you to kari77 for the kick-ass icons you made me!
And the condom goes to: Michael
How did it all get so fucking hard again? Brian's thoughts drift as America's heartland rushes past in a soggy blur.
It was supposed to be easy after the Liberty Ride. I'd ask him to move in, he'd jump at the chance, and be completely “emotionally fulfilled” without too much effort on my part.
But instead, Justin is in LA. As he should be. But for how long? Forever? And what the fuck am I doing? Riding across the country, to do what? Propose? Say goodbye? Fucking torture myself?
The damp asphalt stretches onward bringing no answers, only more questions. |
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| Challenge #128: hard |
[Aug. 16th, 2009|10:04 pm] |
Title: Promises
Author's Note: This is for qafmaniac as a thank you for creating my beautiful layout. When I asked her what she would like me to write for her, she told me she always wanted to know what happened on the sofa after this scene in my icon. Thank you to the wonderful notreallyme10 for beta'ing this for me.
And the condom goes to: Michael
That night, atop a crumpled sweat-soaked copy of Art Forum, Justin was reminded that Brian's body had never broken a promise to him either.
Brian's eyes promised that he always saw what Justin needed, and that he found him beautiful.
Brian's hands and fingers promised that they remembered all of Justin's sensitive spots inside and out.
Brian's mouth promised that it knew Justin liked soft kisses and wearing Brian's marks on his skin.
Brian's tongue promised that it loved the taste of every inch of Justin's body.
And Brian's hard cock promised that it would always, always want Justin. |
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| Challenge #128: hard |
[Aug. 16th, 2009|10:04 pm] |
Title: Good Boy
Author's Note: This was beta'd by the fabulous notreallyme10. Thank you so much!
And the condom goes to: Michael
"What is this?" Brian quizzed, as he opened his palm in front of Justin's face. His other hand caressed Justin's kneeling quivering body and exposed ass.
As Justin lifted his head from the mattress, his gaze fell on the small strip of leather. Muscles clenching and cock leaking in anticipation, he gasped, "it's a cock ring."
"And what's it for, Justin?"
"It keeps me hard and lets me control when I come."
"Try again." His tone stern, Brian grasped Justin's balls firmly.
"Uhn...it keeps me hard and lets you control when I come."
The ring snaps closed. "Good boy." |
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| Challenge #127: Hope |
[Aug. 12th, 2009|12:38 am] |
Title: Smithsonian
Author’s Note: Many thanks to notreallyme10 for beta’ing this for me.
And the condom goes to: Michael
"Oh my god! It's huge! Now that is one fabulous necklace! I wonder how it would look with my Barbara Streisand outfit."
"Em, they are not going to let you try it on!"
"I know that! I'm just saying, it takes a large frame to carry off a rock that size."
Ted glanced nervously at the bald beefy guard beside the "Hope Diamond" display.
"Don’t say ‘carry off!’" Ted hissed. “Do you want to be arrested?"
"Don't worry, Teddy. Mr. Clean just winked at me. If he is going to search any of my cavities, it's not for that diamond!" |
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| Challenge #127: Hope |
[Aug. 12th, 2009|12:20 am] |
Title: Road Trip(Part 2)-Effingham, IN.
Author's Note: This is for notreallyme10 and outlander who asked for more of the story of Brian’s trip, which started with Road Trip. I am going to try to write more pieces as they fall into the prompts.
Huge thanks to the delightful suze_y for being my beta on this.
And the condom goes to: Michael
Patty ran to the diner window to watch the tall leather-clad stranger stride to his motorcycle. Gloria's jaded eyes followed the younger waitress.
Tracking his movements as he mounted the huge machine and relaxed back, Patty released a small breath when he roared out of the parking lot.
"Glo, did he say he lives around here? That he'd be back?"
"Honey, even if he ate here every day, there’d be no point in pinning your hopes on that one. From what I overheard when he was on the phone, some California fella named Justin owns that boy heart and soul." |
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| Challenge #126: quotations |
[Aug. 4th, 2009|11:57 am] |
Title: Whispers
Author's Note: This is written as a thank you to the wonderful qafmaniac for so unselfishly sharing your talent, and creating my gorgeous new layout. I was thinking of your beautiful header, in your new layout, when I wrote this!
Thank you to the incomparable noteverything for always so generously sharing your time to beta for me!
And the condom goes to: Brian
Justin stirs beside him, his tired eyes colorless in the eerie blue glow.
"Brian...?" he slurs. "Wha's wrong? Can't you sleep?
Brian reaches out slowly. "You were talking in your sleep.” When Justin doesn't flinch, he pulls him close.
Apologies, delivered by warm lips, brush Brian's neck. "Oh, sorry. Wha'd I say?"
"Not much. You tend to mumble a lot."
"Hmmm. Did I tell you I love you?"
He remembers before, not the sleepy mutterings, but Justin's haunting bravery as he'd slipped the scarf from Brian's neck, whispering, "I want you inside me."
Eyes closing, Brian whispers." Yeah, you did." |
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| Challenge #126: Quotations |
[Aug. 4th, 2009|12:26 am] |
Title: Road Trip
Author's Notes: I'm not sure if I should post a "What If" warning, but just in case, consider yourself warned. Thanks ever so, noteverything! You're the BEST!
And the condom goes to: Brian
"I can feel it throbbing! And it’s so big and hot!"
"Jesus Mikey, I'm gonna ride it, not fuck it." Brian cut power to the huge motorcycle and dismounted.
"I'm just surprised. Ted told me you had decided to buy Babylon, of all things."
"I changed my mind. Instead, I’m going to ride cross-country. Embrace my inner James Dean." Brian sighed. "Make some decisions."
"Cross-country, huh, like to California?"
Nonchalantly Brian said, "it is in that general direction...and if I happen to visit LA, it'll just be to..."
Michael's knowing smile grew huge. "I know, enjoy the sunshine." |
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| Challenge #126: Quotations |
[Aug. 4th, 2009|12:26 am] |
Title: Night Dwellers
Author's Notes: This is an AU, it was the first thing that popped into my head when I read the quotation, so I went with it. Read at your own risk. :D
Thank you, to noteverything,for your wonderful help and beta skilz.
And the condom goes to: Brian
It was time to claim him.
Having learned the ways of Night Dwellers, Justin was finally ready to take his place by my side.
In the garish lights of Babylon, he stands out. A sunlit blond demon with an ass I had waited, literally, forever to fuck.
Sensing my approach, he turns, closes in, scenting my neck, our bond.
I turn to pull him toward the backroom, but he resists, shaking his head. "I haven't danced since the last century! It makes me hot, makes me want to ride dick all night."
"Then by all means, Sunshine, let's keep dancing." |
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| Challenge #126: Quotations |
[Aug. 3rd, 2009|11:45 pm] |
Title: Restraint
Author's Note: noteverything you rock, as a beta and a person! Thank you!
And the condom goes to: Brian
One strong hand captures my wrists. "Not yet" is gasped against my trembling belly as my t-shirt is yanked up.
"I have to...it's been two months...!" I struggle against him as he works at both our zippers, his normally nimble fingers graceless.
As I break free and grasp his head, Brian's eyes snap closed.
"No! Don’t touch me," he grinds out. Ignoring his words and relentlessly pulling him to me, I suddenly feel Brian's restraint evaporate. After plundering my mouth with his frantic, hungry tongue, he arches against me, groaning raggedly what sounds like "...wanted...inside you..." and comes. |
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| Challenge #125: Season 3 |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|06:24 pm] |
Title: Every Boy's Dream
Author's Note: With gratitude and admiration for the wonderful noteverything who beta'd this for me.
And the condom goes to: Brian
Admit our failure...and let him go.
Hunter's guts knotted as he recalled overhearing Ben's words.
"What the fuck am I gonna do!"
Michael and Ben would only keep him if they thought they were helping, so he needed a plan if he wanted to stay.
Glancing around the little bedroom, taking in the cheap pictures, the cramped bed, and the ugly fuchsia dresser, Hunter admitted to himself that maybe he did. A room of his own wasn’t every boy's dream, but it was more than he'd had in years, and the first thing ever that didn't come with strings. |
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