| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 24th, 2012|09:08 pm] |
Title: Chelsea Christmas
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) brianswalk
Word Count: 100
A/N: Thanks, as always, to my Jeannie. And thank you to Michelle for confirmation on my Spanish.
Warnings: Mild angst, I hope.
Prompt: Dec 18
A/N2 Thats one Drabylon dollar and one dollar for my personal challenge to use prompt "Dec 18"
Chelsea Christmas
Settling into the booth across from Ernesto, Justin chided himself as he looked beyond the rain-spattered lights of the world outside the deserted Chelsea diner. You made your decision to stay and work. No regrets.
“Maybe he’ll surprise you, this man of yours with the big gestures.”
“No, he texted me; he landed in Toronto hours ago.”
Recalling the many lonely Christmases he’d spent in his youth, Ernesto rapped his knuckles against the scarred table and announced decisively, “It’s settled. After our shift, you come home with me. Rosa and the boys adore—”
“No, I—”
“It’s Christmas, mijo. It’s settled.” |
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| Gusmas 2012 |
[Dec. 2nd, 2012|10:39 pm] |
Title: Red
Author" brianswalk
A/N: Been a long time for me, I feel like a newbie again! Thanks to my Jeannie for checking this over for me.
Prompt: RED
Red
Kissing Deb’s bandaged forehead, Carl murmured, “How’s my Red?”
“Go away, Carl; I’m a mess,” she grumbled. “Those fucking paramedics wouldn’t let me get dressed or grab my wig—”
“You should’ve thought twice before retrieving the paper from an icy porch while still in your housecoat,” Carl chided. “You scared Emmett half to death and got yourself a nasty concussion.”
“I’m fine,” Deb insisted. “Just get me outta here before—”
“Before you’ve got a hallway full of well-wishers? Too late….”
“Carl!”
“Don’t worry,” he soothed as he pulled a tangle of red curls from his pocket. “I came prepared, Beautiful.” |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 31st, 2011|09:49 pm] |
Times Square
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
A/N: Jeannie, thank you for spending so much of your time with Brian, Justin, and me. You've been wonderful these past 37 days.
One final drabylon dollar.
A/N2: This is it for me! I've had fun playing in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) qaf_drabbles toy box with so many talented writers! Thank you all for welcoming me and LJ's drabylon writers with open arms!
Prompt: Dec 31st/celebration photo
Times Square
If Brian had to be out here with these morons to watch a stupid ball—a horrendous waste of Waterford in his opinion—at least Justin’s constant movement was preventing him from freezing his own ball off. The crowd’s pulsing and Justin’s rhythmic bouncing were creating the most pleasant sensations throughout his body. He was easily maintaining a nice mellow stiffy, which he intended to use on Justin’s tight, hot little ass as soon as they got back to the hotel. Pulling Justin closer as he passed the flask, Brian reflected, There were worse ways to spend New Year’s Eve. |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 30th, 2011|10:16 pm] |
Title: It's Time
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
A/N: Thank you, Jeannie. All remaining errors are mine or intentional. One more drabylon dollar.
Prompt: restless
It's Time
Gazing onto their yard, Justin murmured, “It’s so beautiful. I miss this.”
“Frozen fucking tundra,” Brian muttered. “C’mon back to bed; it’s cold.”
“Brian?”
Brian waited as Justin gathered his thoughts. Or his courage, he mused.
“It was once your dream to conquer New York. Yet you accomplished everything you’ve ever wanted without leaving Pittsburgh.” Brian knew Justin was restless in the city; he’d known this conversation was looming. “New York was never my dream. And yet…” Justin trailed off wistfully.
“Then maybe it’s time to come home, Sunshine,” Brian said as he led Justin back to their bed. |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 30th, 2011|06:02 am] |
Title: Waiting On Sunshine
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
A/N: My Jeannie, my heart.
Prompt: Sunshine
A/N: One more drabylon dollar, and another dollar for fulfilling mander3_swish's pledge, I think?
Waiting On Sunshine
“I’m bored. How much longer?”
“I told you to stay at the house.”
“Grandma keeps pinching my cheeks,” Gus moaned.
Brian snorted, “Wait till she starts smacking them.”
“When’s Justin’s plane coming so we can go eat?”
“As soon as the weather clears,” Brian said absently as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
Gus abruptly stopped fiddling with the radio and moved to the window, “Here comes the sunshine!”
Brian scanned the airport’s portico, eagerly asking, “Where?” as Gus pointed to the sun’s emerging rays. Furtively, Brian checked the rear-view to be sure no one witnessed his slip-up. |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 26th, 2011|12:23 pm] |
Title: No Expiration Date
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
A/N: Thank you so much, Jeannie. Any remaining errors are mine or intentional.
A/N2: One drabylon dollar! And I believe fansee and pam81 both had pledges for this prompt.
Prompt: Christmas Day
No Expiration Date
“You made me a coupon booklet for Christmas?”
“What else do you give the man who hates everything?”
Brian snorted as he thumbed through the coupons. “A car wash? What are you, twelve?”
“It can’t all be about sex.”
“It can’t?” he laughed. “The artwork is amazing…” Justin smiled as he crawled onto Brian’s lap. “Page twenty-three: a blowjob. Now we’re getting somewhere!”
Kissing Brian’s neck, Justin murmured, “Page thirty-two. It’s a particular favorite of mine.”
“’Relax, let me do the driving,’” Brian quoted. “Oh, yeah?”
“Oh, yeah,” Justin purred. “I happen to know it’s a favorite of yours, too.” |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 23rd, 2011|09:06 pm] |
Title: Learning Curve
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
A/N: Thank you, Jeannie! You're totally awesome! Any remaining errors are mine or intentional. Another drabylon dollar
Prompt: Hanukkah
Learning Curve
“Do you hate me now?”
“Of course not,” Mel said gently. “I’m upset that you got suspended for fighting, though. Are you ready to tell me what happened?”
“No… Yes,” he countered bravely. “David said I wasn’t Jewish and I’m not allowed to celebrate Christmas and Hanukkah. He said I’m a selfish assh— uh, brat that just wanted all those presents.”
“So you punched him?”
“Well, um,” Gus stammered in a small voice, “he might be right.”
“Ah,” Melanie answered sagely. “How about we make some cocoa and talk about it?”
“And you still love me?”
“Always and forever, Gus.” |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 19th, 2011|07:59 pm] |
Title: Whirlwind
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
A/N: Thanks, as always, to my Jeannie. Any remaining errors are mine or intentional.
A/N2: I couldn't get that stupid song Rock You Like A Hurricane out of my head. But hey, it's another drabylon dollar!
Prompt: You are like a hurricane
Whirlwind
Gyrating down the street, strains of Scorpions blaring from his ear buds, Em turned to Brian and gushed, “How fabulous would an 80s Night at Babylon be!”
“Don’t know how to break it to you,” Brian snarked, “but you’re the only gay man into the eighties.”
“Very funny, Brian,” he pouted. “And by that I mean fuck you. I’ll have you know my Georgie was a real whirlwind, so incredibly full of life and passion. I still miss him everyday,” Em mourned. “And he wasn’t eighty, you asshole.”
“Well,” Brian responded more compassionately, “you’re not getting a 60s Night, either.” |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 15th, 2011|09:46 pm] |
Title: What's The Rush?
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
A/N: As always, thank you my Jeannie. All remaining errors are mine or intentional.
A/N2: One drabylon dollar, and fulfillment of masnds2's challenge for another dollar.
Prompt: I dare you
What's The Rush?
“I dare you.”
“There’s no dare involved; it’s a sure thing,” Gus said confidently. “All I have to do is say ‘Dad, can I have some condoms?’”
“Then why won’t you get me some?”
“Are you fucking insane? If Mama found out I got condoms from my dad and gave them to you, she’d string him up by his last good ball. Listen, squirt, if your boyfriend,” he emphasized with air quotes, “can’t buy them like a real man, maybe he isn’t man enough to use them.”
“You sound like Mom,” Jenny pouted.
“No, I sound like your big brother.” |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 13th, 2011|10:31 pm] |
Title: Dear Journal
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
A/N: Thank you, Jeannie!
A/N2: I knew I couldn't write a 7 drabble story from the pictures, so I used them all in one drabble. I'm hoping they count toward not_yet_defined's challenge. And for masnds2's challenge. If not, it's still another drabylon dollar.
Prompt: All 7 picture prompts.
Dear Journal
Journal entry 12/11
I hate it here.
I stepped off the plane anticipating a callous, unforgiving city. I never expected I’d be handed a fabulous career tied with a big bow. But, wtf? Last night, a homeless guy offered to share his hooch. Do I look that pathetic?
I miss the Pitts—the vibrant fall foliage, not the single leafless tree I pass daily. I miss the kitschy lawn decorations and mailboxes shaped like Swiss chalets. Fuck, I miss lawns! I miss Mom’s stew, the loft’s fluffy towels, Deb’s nagging, unpretentious clubs.
And Brian… I miss Brian so fucking much. |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 11th, 2011|07:45 am] |
Title: Ice In His Veins
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
A/N: Thank you, Jeannie! *smooches* And another drabylon dollar!
Prompt: Ice
Ice In His Veins
Launching himself from the penalty box, his blades biting into the ice, Gus glared at the opposing goalie as he soared past and smirked at the defensemen in their rival jerseys as players took position in the face-off circle.
You’re good. You’re better than good. You know it. You’re Lemieux. You’re Crosby. You’re Jagr.
“Assimilate,”everyone said. “Make the best of Toronto.” I’ll show you assimilate, he vowed as the puck dropped and he flicked it towards the net with lightening speed. I’m gonna take your Canadian National Pastime mojo and lead my Pittsburgh Penguins to the Stanley Cup someday. |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 6th, 2011|08:23 pm] |
Title: Black Friday
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
A/N: Thanks you Jeannie! Any remaining errors are mine or intentional.
A/N2: Another drabylon dollar!
Prompt: Rapid Deceleration. Also crossposted to LJ's drabylon for prompt #66.
Black Friday
Peering intently into Justin’s eyes, Brian snapped his fingers, trying to focus his attention. “What the fuck did you give him, Honeycutt?”
“He’s not on anything,” Emmett said defensively. “You need a clear mind and split-second reflexes to Black Friday shop with me. I think it was the rapid deceleration,” he explained as he poked through his purchases. “He was fine until we got to Armani Exchange—”
“Armani?” Justin became aware with such impetus that Brian was nearly knocked over. “Where!”
Brian glared at Emmett, clearly saying this was all his fault. Shrugging, Em responded sardonically, “You’ve trained him well.” |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Dec. 3rd, 2011|11:35 pm] |
Title: The Last Time
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
A/N: Thanks you, my Jeannie! Any remaining errors are mine or intentional.
A/N2: One drabylon dollar.
Prompt: The Last Time
The Last Time
“I think we should take Gus to the hospital,” Lindsay said anxiously. “He just can’t stop vomiting.”
“He’s drunk, Linz.”
“Mel! That’s an awful accusation, don’t you think?”
“Grow up, Lindsay. What were you doing at fourteen years old?”
“Well,” she considered, “my braces were removed that year. And the Winter
Cotillion—”
“OK, bad example.” Mel’s eyes gleamed as if presenting to the jury. “What was Gus’ father doing at fourteen?”
“Brian? He… well, he… Oh, my!”
“The prosecution rests.”
“Shouldn’t we be worried?” Lindsay asked as Gus moaned pitifully for her attention.
“I guarantee this’ll be the last time.” |
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| Gusmas 2011 |
[Nov. 28th, 2011|08:40 pm] |
Title: It Still Hurts
Author: brianswalk
Prompt: Thankful and Autumn leaves photo
Warnings: a little angsty.
A/N: A double drabble, so 2 drabylon dollars.
A/N2: Thank you, Jeannie. All mistakes are my own or intentional.
It Still Hurts
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| Challenge #205: Photo of Brian |
[Jul. 26th, 2011|07:37 pm] |
Title: Gaslight
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
A/N: Thank you, my Jeannie! Any remaining errors are mine or intentional. Thanks also to mander3_swish for the nudge.
Condoms: Two for Emmett. Lol, yes, you read that right.
Gaslight
“Check out Brian,” Emmett purred. “Looks like he’s been expanding his wardrobe.”
“Nobody wears those shirts like Brian can,” Ted stated.
“He has a whole closet devoted to black shirts,” Justin snorted. “That’s just one of hundreds.”
“Oh, this one’s new, honey,” Em answered. “Look at his arms. Those yummy muscles. That’s not a shirt easily forgotten.”
“Definitely new,” Ted nodded.
“Seriously?” Justin asked suspiciously. “You’re trying to gaslight me, right?”
“Oh, Gaslight! With Ingrid Bergman! I haven’t seen that film in ages,” Emmett squealed, effectively switching the conversation from Brian.
Head spinning, Justin signaled the bartender for a double. |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Jan. 1st, 2011|10:12 am] |
Title All Is Calm
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Prompt: December 27/Words are cheap
A/N: Thank you, Jeannie! All remaining errors are mine or intentional. Another drabylon dollar.
A/N2: Well, this is it for me! I had loads of fun being here again, thank you all for being so welcoming. Thanks go to Xie for putting this wonderful idea together and helping out the amazing Trevor Project. *smooches & hugs*
See you in drabylon!
All Is Calm
Emmett’s antics redefined the term screaming faggot when Brian shoved snow down his pants. Defending the fair damsel’s honor, Brian was promptly tackled into a snowdrift by Michael and Justin. Ted, who had nestled himself into an easily defended corner of the yard, was feeling left out so commenced to bombard Ben with little white projectiles, surprising them both with his deadly accuracy.
Watching her boys from the kitchen window, Deb snuggled deeper into Carl’s embrace.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Carl murmured in her ear. “Should I be worried?”
“Nope,” she replied smiling serenely. “Everything is just as it should be.” |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Jan. 1st, 2011|12:37 am] |
Title: Distractions
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Prompt: December 31/New Years Eve
A/N: All my thanks go to Jeannie. Any remaining mistakes are mine or intentional. Another drabylon dollar!
Distractions:
“Weren’t you going carousing with Emmett?”
“Silly me,” Justin quipped as he removed his coat and scarf. “I wanted to spend New Years Eve with you.”
“I don’t have time for distractions, Sunshine,” Brian reasoned in vain as Justin peeled away his sweater.
“They say what you’re doing at the stroke of midnight correlates directly to the rest of your year. Now the question is,” he purred as he teased his zipper down, “what would you like to be stroking at midnight?”
“Fine, one quick distraction,” Brian conceded as he kicked off his shoes, “then I have work to finish.” |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 28th, 2010|08:46 pm] |
Title: Fathers & Sons
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Prompt: December 19/Fathers and Sons
A/N: Thank you, Jeannie! Any remaining errors are mine or intentional. Wow, my grandpa!Brian verse. Haven't been there in forever!
Another drabylon dollar!
Fathers & Sons
“But Grandpa says he doesn’t want a present.”
“When you grow up, you’ll realize that what Grandpa says and what Grandpa means are sometimes two different things.”
Thinking feverishly, Max asked his father, “Does that mean I don’t have to eat my vegetables?”
“No, that one he means.”
“He said Santa was the door greeter at the BigQ!”
“That one he didn’t mean,” Gus ground out.
“Grandpa said that GrandpoppyJ is a pain in his tushy.”
“Well, yes and no,” he hedged with a laugh. “That we’ll discuss that when you’re older.”
“Boy, Grandpa’s very confusing!”
“You have no idea, Maxie.” |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 27th, 2010|09:03 pm] |
Title: Blue & Gold Lamé
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Prompt: December 18/University of Pittsburgh sign
A/N: As always, thanks go to Jeannie. Any remaining errors are mine or intentional. Another drabylon dollar!
Blue & Gold Lamé
Stirring his coffee, Teddy commented, “I must say I’m pleasantly surprised, Em. I thought you’d have first day jitters.”
“I am Emmett Honeycutt,” he declared decisively, “world renowned star Fetch Dixon, everyone’s favorite Queer Guy, lover to football heroes and pickle kings. Why should I be stressed? I can conquer— oh, Teddy!” he broke down, “what was I thinking? I can’t handle college!”
“You were thinking that a business degree would help elevate your catering business to the next level. I happen to agree with you. Just think of it as one more thing to add to your amazing resume.” |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 24th, 2010|11:33 pm] |
Title: Waiting
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Prompt: December 24/Christmas Eve
A/N: Thanks to Jeannie. All remaining mistakes are mine or intentional. Crossposted to my LiveJournal, drabylon for prompt #118, and drabblechalleng for December's prompt. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to the best FList ever.
Another dollar for the Trevor Project from drabylon.
Waiting
He lay watching the silent flakes drift past the night-darkened window. The Christmas lights reflected off the colored foils and festive bows of the packages awaiting eager fingers come morning. Tomorrow would be a hectic period with visitors, kids, and the annual family dinner. Tonight was for them alone; he was just tired of waiting for it to begin. Leaning forward, he grabbed his smokes and glass of Beam from the coffee table and settled back to continue his vigil. He cursed airports and snowstorms and the all around unfairness of waiting for the one you love on Christmas Eve. |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 24th, 2010|05:54 pm] |
Title: Unexpected Visitor
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Prompt: December 23/Unexpected Guests
A/N: As always, thank you, Jeannie. All remaining mistakes are mine or intentional. Another dollar from drabylon.
Unexpected Visitor
“Is that your dad?” JR whispered to her brother.
“Get real. My dad in a Santa suit?” he sneered. “And he’s too big to be your dad. I can’t figure out who— holy shit!”
“Did you see that, Gussy?” she asked, wonder in her voice. “He pulled a whole bike out of his bag! It’s really him.”
“It’s impossible, JR. Santa’s not—” Gus stopped short as the plump man in the red suit turned and looked him in the eye. He winked in their direction and let loose a joyful belly laugh as he vanished in a trick of light. |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 21st, 2010|09:32 pm] |
Title: Parallels
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Prompt: December 15/Baby, It's Cold Outside
A/N: Hugs to Jeannie. All mistakes are mine or intentional. One more drabylon dollar for The Trevor project.
Parallels
“Turn that insipid Christmas shit off.”
“But, Brian, it’s Kurt and Blaine from—”
“Blaine,” he sneered. “I know who the fuck it is. He reminds me of another greasy musician bearing sweet promises of a better tomorrow. Probably plays the violin too.” He felt Justin’s body tense beside him as he realized what he’d said. “Don’t read anything into it, Sunshine. Naïve twinks with kissable mouths, parallels are bound to be drawn.”
“Well, speaking as an ex-twink,” Justin started cautiously, “I think it’s safe to say Kurt will know—even if it takes a while—where his heart truly belongs.” |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 19th, 2010|10:16 pm] |
Title: Angel Wings and Oregano
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Prompt December 11/Angel Wings
A/N: Thank you, my bestest Jeannie! And we rack up another drabylon dollar!
Angel Wings and Oregano
“Stop flapping your wings at me; it tickles!”
“You weren’t complaining two hours ago,” Vic responded as he stalked towards Rodney playfully.
“Down boy,” he laughed. “Look! She’s about to put more oregano in the gravy.”
“Oh, Sis! What is she thinking? She’ll ruin— way to go, Carl!” he cheered when Carl distracted Deb with a kiss as he liberated the spice from her hand.
“He’s a good man, Vic. Deb’s lucky she found him.”
“I’m not sure luck had anything to do with it. After watching The Big Guy in action, seems it was a match made in heaven.” |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 16th, 2010|09:35 pm] |
Title: Merrily Mellow
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Prompt: December 10/Mistletoe
A/N: Thanks to my Jeannie. And remaining errors are mine or intentional.
Another drabylon dollar!
Merrily Mellow
Pointing out the mistletoe overhead, Brian asked, “Do you think she actually decorates the attic or is this shit just the overflow?”
“Who knows,” Mel said as she passed the joint. “It looks like Santa’s Workshop exploded downstairs— hey! Don’t even think about it, Kinney,” she warned as Brian smirked and leaned in. “If you value your remaining ball…”
Undeterred, Brian finished his path and planted a chaste kiss on Melanie’s cheek. “You’re a good mom to my son,” he stated sincerely.
“Brian? What the fuck!”
Shrugging languidly he took another hit, answering simply, “Christmas. It’s the time of miracles.” |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 13th, 2010|08:41 am] |
Title: Whatever
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Prompt: December 7/red roses
A/N: As always, thanks to Jeannie! *smooches* Any remaining errors are mine or intentional.
A/N2: Written in acknowledgment of QaF's 10th anniversary. Cross posted to my LJ journal and to LJ's drabylon for open prompt/prompt #12. And it's very aggravating that IJ won't let me upload pics to my posts. WTF?
Whatever
Justin flinched instinctively as Brian thrust the bouquet towards him. “Happy… Whatever,” Brian mumbled.
A confused, “Thank you?” was all he could muster in response. “Do I get an explanation too?”
“I’ve been told ad nauseam that I’m not romantic. So… roses for our Whatever.”
“Actually, our tenth Whatever. Brian, I’ve never wanted flowers or said that you’re not…” Seeing his raised eyebrow, Justin cut himself off with a wry grin. “Well, not lately.” Setting the bouquet aside, Justin moved into Brian’s arms. “After all these years, I truly understand your unique romantic stylings, Brian. I wouldn’t change a thing.” |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 8th, 2010|03:57 pm] |
Title: Fashionista
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Prompt: December 9:Shopping
A/N: A million thanks to my Jeannie, as usual. Any remaining errors are mine or intentional. And another dollar from drabylon for The Trevor Project.
Fashionista
“Wasn’t today the big shop-a-palooza you’d planned? I’m surprised you’re here, Em.”
“Oh, Teddy, it makes a girl want to curl up with a Bette Davis marathon and a few pints of Ben & Jerry’s.”
“Uh-oh,” Ted responded straight-faced. “What happened?”
“The clerks were rude, my fellow shoppers were ruder, and everywhere you turn there’s brown, brown, brown! What I wouldn’t give for some fabulous cerise leathers,” he finished with a forlorn sigh. “What am I going to do?”
“Well, you’ve conquered the catering world, right?”
“Riiiight,” Em replied showing renewed interest.
“Maybe it’s time you tackled a new project… |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 6th, 2010|07:31 pm] |
Title: Self Restraint
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Prompt: December 1: Hanukkah
A/N: As always, thanks go to Jeannie. Any remaining mistakes are mine or intentional. Another drabylon dollar for the cause!
Self Restraint
Melanie scrambled out the door to head Deb off as she arrived laden with festively wrapped packages. “Debbie,” she implored, “I thought we agreed on this.”
“What!” she huffed indignantly. “It’s a few trinkets for the kids!”
“It looks like you bought out the BigQ. We agreed to one small gift per child for each night of Hanukkah. There’s enough here to satisfy the local temple.”
“But she’s my grandbaby,” Deb whined.
“And Christmas is only three short weeks away; you can spoil them rotten then,” Mel reasoned gently as she guided Deb and her packages back towards Carl’s car. |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Dec. 1st, 2010|09:02 pm] |
Title: Accidentally in Love
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Prompt: December 5th: An accident
A/N: crossposted to LJ's drabylon for open prompt/prompt #141. Thanks and devotion to Jeannie for her infinite patience. All remaining mistakes are mine. Plus $1 from drabylon.
Accidentally in Love
“Can I ask you a question?” he said as he flipped the wipers to high. “I mean, without you going into denial.”
“Downshift, Gus. You’re going too fast for this rain.”
“See? Denial.”
“I’m giving myself a moment to prepare.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled as he switched gears. “When did you know you were in love with DaddyJ?”
Surprised, Brian considered the question, then admitted with a shrug, “It was an accident. There was never really a definitive moment, more like a what the fuck just happened? type of thing.”
Patiently, Brian waited for the inevitable. “Dad? There’s this girl…” |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Nov. 29th, 2010|08:32 am] |
Title: Vivid
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Prompt: November 28/Make A Wish (if you don't look too closely)
A/N: Thanks so much, Jeannie. I really made you work for this one! Any remaining errors are mine. Plus $1 from LJ's drabylon
A/N2: For pendulumchanges, not exactly what you asked for, I just follow the muses. A companion drabble to Falling For You. It won't make much sense if you don't read that one first. Hell, it may not make sense period!
What was Justin doing as Brian attempted his nocturnal visit?
Vivid
Laying in his lonely bed, Justin closed his eyes and imagined it was Brian’s fingers teasing his nipples, Brian’s hands stroking his sensitive cock, Brian’s sultry voice whispering in his ear, “Save some of that for me, Sunshine.” Justin sighed his contentment; it was like Brian was here with him.
“Justin,” he heard Brian call, a new sense of urgency in his voice; no, not yet, Brian, I’m not ready as he hastened his strokes…
“Fuck! Justin, I need you!”
Brian… I need you, too… Almost there…
Finding completion as Brian cried out, Justin marveled at his fantasy’s vivid realism. |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Nov. 28th, 2010|08:57 am] |
Title: Falling For You
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Prompt: November 27/Emergency room picture
A/N: Thank you Jeannie! All remaining errors are mine.
Plus $1 for LJ's drabylon
Falling For You
As Vic helped him settle his freshly cast broken ankle on the coffee table, Brian snarled over his shoulder, “You can stop cackling at any time, Deb.”
“Why? I think it’s fucking hysterical!” she roared. “Drunkenly climbing into your boyfriend’s bedroom window at three A.M., promptly falling right back out—”
“He’s not my fucking boyfriend,” Brian corrected yet again.
“You keep telling yourself that, Romeo.”
“He’s not my fuck—”
“Save your strength, Brian,” Vic advised. “You’ll need it when the rest of the gang find out.”
Clutching a throw pillow to his face, Brian’s muffled “Motherfucker” was still clearly heard. |
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| Gusmas 2010 |
[Nov. 26th, 2010|08:09 am] |
Title: Anticlimax
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Nov. 26: Thanksgiving Day
A/N: Thanks to Jeannie for the quick once over!
Plus $1 from LJ's Drabylon
Anticlimax
“Justin, honey, I’m proud of you,” Jennifer gushed as she wrapped more leftovers. “The dinner was perfect, the house looks amazing, you somehow got Brian to remain sober…”
“I owe him lots of— never mind.”
Ignoring the obvious, Jenn delved into her real concerns. “So how come you’re acting like your goldfish died?”
“Is it always like this?” he questioned sadly. “The letdown?”
“I don’t understand.”
“I planned for weeks, cooked for days, made unholy pacts with Brian, and in three hours it’s over?”
“Pretty much,” she answered honestly.
“And now I have to divvy out leftovers? This really sucks!” |
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| Challenge #96: 'Tis the Season |
[Dec. 31st, 2008|10:41 pm] |
Title: Let the Festivities Begin
Author: brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Condom: Brian
Let the Festivities Begin
“It’s time Brian, change the channel.”
“Now? The movie’s just getting good.”
“It’s a DVD that we’ve seen ad nauseam, c’mon.”
“Justin, the ritual hasn’t changed since you were two. The scary, ageless man counts backwards, a shiny ball drops, the crowd goes wild.”
“I know it’s corny, but they say whatever you’re doing at twelve, you’ll be doing the rest of the year. I want to be in your arms, kissing you at midnight.”
“Wouldn’t you rather be giving me a blowjob at midnight?”
“Mmmm,” Justin purred, “that’s scheduled for 12:07.”
“Then, by all means, let the festivities begin!” |
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| Challenge #64 Green Apples |
[May. 11th, 2008|09:37 pm] |
Title: Movie Time
Author: Brianswalk
Time Line: The summer after S5
A/N: Unveiling the lovely icon of Brian and "Gus" that LJ user sakesushimaki made for me. Thanks, hon!
Condom: Brian
Movie Time
“Justin!” Brian hollered from the kitchen. Slamming his briefcase down, he yelled again, “Justin!” Still receiving no answer, he muttered, “Where the fuck are you?” as he stormed out of the kitchen. In the hall, he finally heard the din of Transformers coming from the family room. Ah, Gus was here. That explains the decimated fruit bowl in the kitchen.
Entering the family room, Brian found Justin and Gus asleep on the couch; green apple cores, melted chocolate, and peanut butter smeared knives littering the coffee table.
Smiling gently, Brian turned off the TV and left his boys to sleep. |
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| Challenge #63 Hair Porn |
[May. 4th, 2008|05:08 pm] |
Title: Untitled
Author: brianswalk
Time Line: Anytime after Season5
Condom: Brian
“You know, Brian, for someone so meticulous about their appearance, I’m surprised your hair always seems as if you just fell out of bed.” Turning to Justin, Jennifer continued, “I don’t know why you’re snorting, Justin. Your hair looks as unkempt as Brian’s! You definitely need a hair cut!”
Brian and Justin barked out a simultaneous “No!” at the suggestion.
Jennifer shook her head and mumbled as she headed out the door, “Honestly, I’ll never understand the two of you.”
Tangling his fingers in Justin’s hair, with a smirk and a gentle tug, Brian led Justin back to the bedroom. |
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| Challenge #58 Chairs |
[Mar. 31st, 2008|04:02 pm] |
Title: Hovel Sweet Hovel
Author: Brianswalk
Word Count: 200
Time Line: 10 months post 513
Condoms: Two for Brian, please
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| Challenge #57 Arresting Behavior |
[Mar. 24th, 2008|09:39 am] |
Title: Sugar & Spice
Author: Brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Time Line: Around S3, I guess.
Condom: Brian
Sugar & Spice
“I’m telling Mom.”
Justin sprang up, turning to face the bane of his existence over the back of the couch, the sound of Brian’s displeasure barely registering. “I’m not doing anything!”
“You’re doing your boyfriend,” Molly calmly replied from the doorway. “And it’s gonna cost you. Fifty bucks.”
“What!” Justin cried indignantly. “You didn’t see anything!”
“I saw your head bobbing and I’m old enough to know what that means. Pay up or I rat you out.”
“Seems she’s got you by the balls, Sunshine.”
“Not me, Brian. You. Blue balls to be exact. Unless I can borrow fifty dollars.” |
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| Challenge #56 Friends |
[Mar. 16th, 2008|09:31 am] |
Title: I'll Be There For You
Author: Brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Time Line: few weeks after 513
Condom: Brian
I'll Be There For You
Sighing, Brian shut the door as Daphne breezed through.
“Hi, Brian,” she said as she headed to the kitchen for spoons. “I had such a fucked up day, you wouldn’t believe!”
Brian accepted his spoon silently as Daphne turned on the TV. “Oh, I love this episode! It’s The One with Chandler in a Box.”
Brian divided his attention between her venting, the TV, and the campaign he should be working on. Daphne and he had only one thing in common, really. Somehow this made him seem not so far away.
Besides, she always brought the fat-free ice cream. |
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| Challenge #55 On The Road |
[Mar. 9th, 2008|08:23 pm] |
Title: Runaway
Author: Brianswalk
Word Count: 100
Time Frame: Ten years post 513
A/N: Ummm...
Condom: Brian
Runaway
He stood at the end of Britin’s driveway, backpack dangling from nerveless fingers. Through the entire journey he was confident of his welcome. Now he wasn’t so sure. Trains, buses, hitchhiking when his cash ran out; he was going to be in deep shit when that info became public knowledge.
But he couldn’t stay there any longer, feeling lost and left out. He’d always considered Pittsburgh his home. He angrily wiped a tear from his cheek. Christ, he was turning into a dyke. The front door opening startled him. Two sets of anxious hazel eyes locked across the asphalt.
“Dad?” |
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| Challenge #53 Weekend |
[Feb. 25th, 2008|12:15 pm] |
Title: Downtime
Author: Brianswalk
Timeline: A few years post S5
Word Count: 300
Condom: 3 for Brian
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| challenge #51 Debbie |
[Feb. 10th, 2008|10:23 pm] |
Title: The Deal
Author: Brianswalk
Time Line: 13 years Pre-series
Condom: Brian
The Deal
Pushing aside the covers, Deb went to investigate the noises coming from the kitchen. Sadly, she was pretty sure what she would find.
Startled, he dropped the icepack he was filling. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Shhh. We had a deal. I’m glad you came.” Wordlessly, she wiped away the blood and tears. Internally she was fuming. But they had a deal.
“You keep that icepack on your eye, honey, and get some rest,” she said as she settled him on the couch.
“Thanks, Deb.”
Placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, she smiled into his sad hazel eyes. |
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