Title: All he wants for Christmas
Author: bidyke73
Prompts: Multi drabble for 6 prompts

Author: bidyke73
Prompt(s): Dec. 29 Fortune Cookies
Notes: Multi-drabble 9x100 words, unbeta-ed fluffy Post-513 story from Justin's POV.

Please write me a PM if you find really bad mistakes. Otherwise just keep'em.

(I'm not sure if it's common in other parts of the world, but I just boldly included a German New Year's Eve custom into my story: We watch B. Ronstein's legendary slapstick comedy „Dinner For One“ from 1963 at least once on New Year's Eve to get into the right mood before the actual celebration, and yes, we always watch it in English. „Same procedure as every year.“ is the most famous quote from it, but I guess my story is understandable without knowing the actual film. If you're curious, it's here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lzQxjGL9S0&feature=related)

Title: Making amends (challenge #179: Blake)
Time frame: somewhere between 314 and 401
Condom:King of Babylon

Dear Ted

Teddy

Please forgive

I know that you can't possibly forgive me

Thank you for being the first person who ever believed in me.

I am so sorry that I let you down.

that I left

„Bullshit.“ Blake exclaimed furiously, crumpled up another piece of paper and threw it away. From time to time, Blake tried again. He never managed to forgive himself, but he managed to forget.

After the first shock of meeting him again as a patient, Blake decided to push his personal feelings aside and tried to be the best counselor Ted could possibly find.

Smelling him again, mixed with the flavour of nonalcoholic glogg and the chimney fire.

„You look amazing.“

„I'm good. Life has been good lately.“

Tasting him again, I try not to think about our fucked-up history. About losing him again, before anything happens.

„I missed you. I wish we could have...“

I put my finger over his lips. „It's okay.“

Touching him again, caressing his pale skin.

I fuck him until our sweaty bodies collapse on the fluffy eiderdown.

„Don't you have to go back to your gay ski team?“

„I'm not going anywhere.“

I wanted to surprise Brian at his Babylon office. Before I sneaked into the building, I hesitated for a second, looking incredulously at the very lamppost where it all began 17 years ago.

„Where you headed?“ I asked, trying to stay calm.

„N-no place special. Just checking out the bars.“

„What were you thinking? You're too young, it's dangerous. What if a complete stranger wants to take you home and fuck you?“
Gus grinned at me. „I kind of asked myself the same question.“
I sighed. „Come on, Sonny Boy. We need to talk first.“

Lindsay shakes her head, still shocked about Justin's revelation.

With Brian, it has to be all or nothing. Literally.

Either he sells his soul to the devil or he becomes Rage, the secret avenger.

And once again, he's willing to risk everything. She knows that he will rise again like Phoenix from the Ashes. Their lonely hero. He'll just brush off the dust and move on, beautiful as ever.

But Brian is not invincible. He is a friend who needs them now, even though he'd never admit it. And this time, they'll be there to support him for a change.

"And such a beautiful ass it is." His low, sexy voice is enough to make me hard.

"Awww. You're so sweet."
"Horny as hell is more like it."

"Go ahead. I'm all yours."
"Not the way I want you.”
“Then try Babylon. Find a trick. Imagine it's me.”
“Not what I'm looking for.”

“Wait a minute. Are you saying that you want my dick in your ass?”

"..."

“You so miss me, Brian Kinney.”

“Little shit.”

Brian makes fun of him. Calls him Timberlake. This is not about hair, of course. This is about thinking that you can protect someone you love. Sometimes you can't. You can just hope that he will be alright.

It doesn't help much that they shaved his head before they stuffed his brain back in. That he looked like this as a baby. Always stronger than I believed, when I placed a kiss on his delicate little head, inhaling his scent.

Brian's sarcasm can't fool me. His eyes tell a different story. We both know how it feels to lose him.

„I am embellishing the loft for Justin.“

„That's great, sonny boy.“ I said, a little distracted.

After a while:

„Dada, can I have some more of those fun balloons?“

I looked up, surprised.

Gus held up a pink inflated condom, waving it happily, obviously satisfied with his work. The whole sleeping area was full of more or less inflated sausage-colored latex balloons.

Not being able to fuck Justin after one week of separation because my son used up all our condoms for decoration wouldn't be so funny. But Gus hadn't found our secret stash in the shower.