| Challenge #105: icon inspiration |
[Mar. 1st, 2009|05:34 pm] |
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) dirtylttlescret
Condom: Justin
Icon: 
That neck.
Justin watched as Brian danced with another man on the dance floor, head tilted back, a light sheen of sweat begging to be licked from his Adam’s apple. He bit his lip, running his tongue over it as he moved through the crowd.
He grinned when Brian’s eyes brightened, left the trick in the middle of the writhing crowd to move behind Justin and grind into his ass.
“This is a surprise,” he mouthed hot into his ear.
Justin turned around and kissed his way up Brian’s neck, growing hard in his jeans. He smiled.
“Couldn’t stay away.” |
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| Challenge #96: 'tis the season |
[Dec. 31st, 2008|10:15 am] |
Title: A Thief With Really Good Taste
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Daphne
Brian sat down at the diner counter and raised his empty cup at Justin.
"Coffee?"
"Hey Brian."
"You know, the queerest thing happened to me this morning. Went to the closet and my brand new Ballantyne sweater was not in my closet. You wouldn't have had anything to do with that, now would you?"
"That was new?" Justin swallowed. "Um."
"Bought it as a Christmas present to myself, and what?"
"Daphne was over at the loft last night and it was really cold so I let her borrow it."
Brian gave Justin a look.
"And she used it as pajamas." |
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| Challenge #96: 'tis the season |
[Dec. 31st, 2008|12:43 am] |
Title: Tall Tales
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Daphne
“You’re kidding,” squealed Daphne, stealing a fry from Justin’s plate.
“This morning, I literally couldn’t walk when I got up,” he smirked.
“That’s totally not fair. My mom caught me sneaking out the bathroom window and made me baby-sit my grandma the whole night. We watched Dick Clark and drank sparkling cider. Nana talked for three hours about flying Camels against the Red Baron. Justin, she wasn’t even born until 1932!”
“Daph, you seriously need a boyfriend.”
“No, I seriously need to get stoned.”
Brian walked into the diner and slid next to Daphne. “Now that can definitely be arranged.” |
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| Challenge #96: 'tis the season |
[Dec. 27th, 2008|12:09 am] |
Title: The Stroke of Midnight (II)
Author: dirtylttlescret
A/N: The Stroke of Midnight (I)
Condom: Justin
Contrary to popular belief, Justin Taylor hated holidays. Especially New Year’s. Too many people he didn’t like at parties he didn’t want to go to. Pretty little blonde girls trying to kiss him at midnight.
That was until he came along. The god who knew everything except how to say I love you.
Brian was leaning against the bar, black shirt open at the collar, looking like sex. He passed a beer to Justin.
“Wanna dance?”
Glitter rained down. Bass pulsed in his veins. And when the ball dropped at midnight, Justin smiled into his very first New Year’s kiss. |
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| Challenge #96: 'tis the season |
[Dec. 26th, 2008|10:38 pm] |
Title: The Stroke of Midnight (I)
Author: dirtylttlescret
A/N: The Stroke of Midnight (II)
Condom: Brian
Contrary to popular belief, Brian Kinney had a favorite holiday. New Year’s Eve, Babylon. A trick on his knees for an entirely different kind of midnight kiss.
That was until he came along. The twink who knew everything except how to go away.
Brian was cruising an Italian when Justin bounded up beside him, grinning in a way that was both annoyingly adorable and adorably annoying.
“Get me a beer?”
The Italian disappeared. Strangely, Brian wasn’t mad. Because when the clock struck twelve and Justin’s tongue was in his mouth, Brian couldn’t force himself to take his hands off him. |
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| Challenge #96: 'tis the season |
[Dec. 25th, 2008|11:16 pm] |
Title: Not So Bad
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Brian
At 8:30am, Gus and J.R. peddled new bikes down the icy sidewalk at the Novotny-Bruckner’s. Justin woke Brian with a blowjob.
At 10:30, Mel peeled J.R. out of her snowsuit ten seconds before she nearly peed herself. Brian curled his fingers into the sheets and came with Justin’s cock up his ass.
At 2:30, Brian made faces across the table at Gus. Deb served roast beef.
At 4:30, Gus read to Lindsay about brontosaurs. Justin slept slack-jawed on Brian’s thigh.
And at 9:30, Brian pulled the corvette into the garage at Britin and wondered exactly when he’d stopped hating Christmas. |
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| Challenge #96: 'tis the season |
[Dec. 21st, 2008|04:20 pm] |
Title: How to Love a Dork
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Brian Kinney
Brian was a dork, but Justin knew better than to say anything.
When he showed up a week before Christmas bearing booze, weed, and red and green leather cuffs, Justin didn’t say a word. Just assumed the position and let Brian fuck him until he couldn’t breathe.
When Justin woke up to find Brian dangling mistletoe over his cock, he simply smiled, licked his lips, and got to work.
Because when they woke up Christmas morning, warm and naked in a hotel room overlooking Central Park, Justin knew he’d do anything to stay in that moment.
Especially love a dork. |
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| Challenge #96: 'tis the season |
[Dec. 21st, 2008|03:31 pm] |
Title: Getting in the Spirit
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Ben
“Not that one Michael, the good Santa platter,” said Debbie.
“There’s a good Santa platter?” Hunter mouthed to Michael.
“And the matching reindeer plates to go with it. Sunshine and the girls are coming home tonight and I want them to be blown away with Christmas cheer.”
“Oh they’ll be blown away alright,” said Michael.
Ben walked into the kitchen with an enormous plastic camel under one arm and the virgin Mary under the other.
“Deb, where do you want these?”
“On the front lawn honey, between the menorah and Vixen.”
Hunter put his head in his hands and sighed. |
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| Challenge #96: 'tis the season |
[Dec. 21st, 2008|02:21 pm] |
Title: Courage
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Emmett
A/N: IT'S MAJOR SCHMOOP
Emmett rested against Drew’s torso, while tiny blue and white Christmas lights sparkled above them.
“Want to know something silly?”
“What?”
“I wasn’t sure you were going to come back.”
“From Dallas? I told you we’d only be gone four days.”
“No, I know that. I meant before, when I sent you off to sow your wild oats,” he said, propping himself up on his elbow.
“Oh, that.”
“So why did you?”
“Because I fucked a hundred guys, and not one of them had an ounce of the strength and integrity you do.”
“Really?” Emmett beamed.
“Emmett, you’re my hero.” |
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| Challenge #96: 'Tis the Season |
[Dec. 17th, 2008|06:46 pm] |
Title: A Very Raw Christmas
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Justin
“Brian?”
Justin nestled in the crook of Brian’s arm, breathing heavy against his sweaty chest.
“Sunshine, if this is going to be one of those life altering existential questions, save it ‘til morning. What you did there with your hips should be illegal. Or patented.”
“Why’d you do it?”
“What? Fill your tight little ass with my come?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Because it was the only Christmas gift I could come up with worthy of you.”
“The old you would’ve said that sounds suspiciously lesbianic.”
“The old me didn’t know shit.”
“That’s what I like to think too.” |
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| Challenge #95: COLD |
[Dec. 10th, 2008|07:00 pm] |
Title: Tru Wuv Foreva
Author: dirtylttlescret
A/N: tweedygal said write, I wrote
Condom: Carl
Justin padded down the hall, the door squeaking behind him as he shut it.
“Your apartment’s fucking freezing. Why did I agree to stay here again?” Brian bitched, curling into a ball under the comforter. He cursed when Justin’s icy feet slid against his legs.
“Mm, because you love me.”
“True love isn’t going to heat the room. Either get up and turn on the heater or grab us another blanket.”
“But I’m just getting warm again,” Justin pouted, his teeth chattering.
Brian sighed, then retrieved the cashmere electric blanket he’d stuffed in his bag earlier that morning.
“Yay!”
“Twat.” |
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| Challenge #90: Justin |
[Nov. 9th, 2008|08:40 pm] |
Title: Wicked Games
Author: dirtylttlescret
A/N: Inspired by a very very important conversation at ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) qaf_coffeeclub about Justin's slutty tongue.
Condom: Justin
Peeking out through pink lips, shiny and wet with spit, a soft tongue flirts with him, shamelessly teasing him to come claim it with his mouth. Lips curling into a wide grin, Brian watches as it sweeps over white enamel, taunting him as though it had a mind of its own.
Brian can’t keep his eyes off of it as it swirls around the head of a beer bottle, dips to catch a rogue bead of liquid pearling down the side.
“Fucking twat,” Brian grumbles as he grabs his arm and pulls him towards the bathroom.
Justin beams. “I win.” |
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| challenge #89: coffee |
[Oct. 25th, 2008|08:39 pm] |
Title: Wake-up Call
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Jennifer
“Black, to go,” Brian said to the barista. He shifted his overnight bag on his shoulder and checked his watch. Not yet 7:30. Justin was almost assuredly dead to the world right now, but in about 15 minutes he was about to get a surprising wake-up call: Brian’s lips wrapped around his cock.
He grinned at the though of coaxing Justin from a sleep-induced coma into a state of orgasmic paralysis, his mouth that much warmer from sipping coffee on the walk to Justin’s apartment.
“Will that be all?” asked the girl behind the counter.
“Make that two,” he smiled. |
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| Challenge #87: masturbation |
[Oct. 16th, 2008|06:57 pm] |
Title: Squick Factor
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Justin
“Ew, gross,” said Justin. “I did not need to hear that.”
“What?” said Daphne. “You tell me about all of the perverted things that you do with your boyfriend. Why can’t I tell you about my sex life?”
“Totally different. One, you actually want to hear about Brian and me fucking.”
“Debatable.”
“You press me for details all the time!”
“Fine. And point number two?”
“You masturbating with a new rabbit does not constitute a sex life.”
“Whatever,” Daphne said rolling her eyes. “I get off, it’s fabulous, everybody’s happy. I wanna share.”
“Daphne, you really need to get laid.” |
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| Challenge #87: masturbation |
[Oct. 16th, 2008|06:40 pm] |
Title: Longing
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Justin
Emmett loved sex almost as much as Brian did. Sex over a couch in a stranger’s apartment, sex on a park bench at two in the morning, sex on fabulously luxurious sheets in a mansion with a man he adored.
But where Brian would fuck a trick just to prove he was alpha male, or to maintain a solid wall around his fragile heart, Emmett sometimes needed to feel loved.
Emmett picked up his cell, but didn’t dial. “I miss you Drew,” he said into the silence.
Then he wrapped his hand around his shaft and slowly started to stroke. |
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| Challenge #87: masturbation |
[Oct. 16th, 2008|06:30 pm] |
Title: Saudade
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Justin
“God, oh fuck,” said Justin, coming all over his stomach and chest. He let his hand fall away from his cock, his eyes photosensitive as he came down from his orgasmic high. He ran his fingers through the come on his skin, keeping his eyes closed as he rubbed it in. After a minute, he brought a dirty finger up to his mouth and sucked on it, pretending it was Brian’s salty taste on his tongue and not his own. His cock stirred, slowly filling again as his mind filled with thoughts of him.
Some days were harder than others. |
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| challenge #87: masturbation |
[Oct. 16th, 2008|06:22 pm] |
Title: Solo
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Justin
Brian had a theory that the number of times he masturbated solo while Justin was out of town, rather than fucking a trick, was directly proportional to his lesbianism.
So rather than slicking on lube and jerking himself off to the thought of Justin’s ass sliding up and down around his cock, he went to Babylon and found a hot-blooded substitute. The thudding bass, a couple tumblers of Regal, and a hard body made the perfect formula for getting off.
But if Justin’s face slipped into his thoughts while coming into a trick’s mouth, that wasn’t so lesbianic, was it? |
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| Challenge #87: masturbation |
[Oct. 16th, 2008|06:08 pm] |
Title: Alley Cats
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Justin
Justin leaned back against the alley wall, his pants around his knees, ass against the cold bricks. Brian swirled his tongue around the head of Justin’s cock, causing him to moan incoherently when he took him to the back of his throat.
Then Brian stopped.
“What the…” Justin whimpered, clutching at Brian’s hair.
“I want to see you finish,” said Brian, placing Justin’s own hand on his dick.
He hesitated, but when he saw Brian stick out his tongue in anticipation, waiting patiently on his knees for his reward, he wrapped his hand tighter around his cock and let go. |
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| Challenge #87: Masturbation |
[Oct. 14th, 2008|01:07 pm] |
This drabble was written by dirtylttlescret while several of us were emailing back and forth today about various things, including my mad love of 100 words written in such a way that they tell a lovely little story in themselves. She whipped this out (because she's awesome that way) and asked if that was what I meant. Of course, it was. She can't post right now. Darn work and its limitations...but I didn't GO to work today, so I'm posting it for her.
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Title: Instant Gratification
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor.
"Please," Justin moaned.
"No."
"Brian, please."
"This is your game and we're going to play by your rules. I don't care how close you are to coming, take your hand off your dick."
"This is the stupidest game ever. How'd you even know I was jerking off?"
"I have spies everywhere."
"Jesus Brian, you enlisted the help of my roommates?" Brian heard the sound of a door opening and muffled yelling. "Andrea, you traitor!"
"He gave me $500! What was I supposed to do?"
"I hate you," he shouted back. "And I hate you more," he said into the phone. |
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| Challenge #86 Morning |
[Oct. 5th, 2008|02:24 am] |
Title: The Plan
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: 2 to Justin
“Ugh,” said Daphne, crinkling her nose as she crossed the hall to use the bathroom. The stench of a half a dozen packs of smoked cigarettes saturated the apartment. She crossed the living room and threw open the window, letting a fresh breeze in. Justin moaned and curled over on the couch.
“Justin.”
“Huh?” he mumbled sleepily. He rolled over and squinted at the clock on his cell phone. “Daph, it’s 7:15. Why are you up?”
“I have class at 8. So do you. Now get up.”
“Fine,” he said, fumbling for a cigarette. Daphne snatched it away from him.
( Part 2 ) |
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| Challenge #86 Morning |
[Oct. 4th, 2008|10:15 pm] |
Title: Pancakes
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Justin
“Stop that,” Michael giggled, swatting Ben in the arm with a kitchen towel.
“Stop what?” asked Ben innocently, tonguing his ear as Michael tried to flip a pancake on the stove.
“Stop trying to distract me while I make breakfast.”
Ben rubbed his hips up against Michael’s ass, kissing down his neck as he reached into his pajama bottoms.
“Let’s see, our first weekend alone now that Hunter’s away at school and you’re worried about burning the pancakes?”
“Well,” said Michael, turning off the stove and turning around to press up against Ben’s hard body. “I suppose breakfast can wait.” |
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| Challenge #86 morning |
[Oct. 4th, 2008|09:54 pm] |
Title: Snow
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Justin
It was dark and snowing outside when Lindsay awoke. She stared out the window, listening to the sound of the wind as it rattled the windowpanes like a phantom. A moment later, she felt a warm hand snaking it’s way into her panties, tangling in the soft hair at the vee of her thighs.
Lindsay smiled and pressed back against Melanie’s body, arching her back as two fingers slipped inside and curled against the sweet spot deep inside of her. She cried out as Melanie stroked harder, bringing her to the edge of orgasm as the snow swirled violently outside. |
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| Challenge #86 Morning |
[Oct. 4th, 2008|09:28 pm] |
Title: The Weekend
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Justin
Lindsay groaned and rolled over, shoving a pillow over her head to keep the sunlight out. It was the first Saturday in months they’d had to sleep in, and the stifling summer heat was making it nearly impossible.
After a few more minutes of wrestling with the sheets and trying to hide from the sun, she opened her eyes to see a cute button nose and set of brown eyes staring back at her.
“Mommy, your boob is showing,” J.R. snickered.
Lindsay scrunched her face and curled into a ball against Melanie. It was going to be a long day. |
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| Challenge #85: drunk, high, horny |
[Sep. 29th, 2008|10:02 pm] |
Title: Welcome Wagon, a continuation of Murder Mystery
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: One to Hunter
Brian pulled the Corvette into the garage and revved the engine twice before killing it.
"Tell me again why we're doing this?" asked Justin, following him into the house.
"Because that homophobic cunt of a neighbor of ours just happens to be the one and only Frank Clayton."
"Frank Clayton, as in the consultant who stole Kinnetik’s pitch for the Recife account, outbid you, and tried to steal your best copywriter last year? Didn't you have him blackballed in Pittsburgh and Philadelphia?"
Brian paused and bit his bottom lip. "Did I do that?" he said, feigning innocence. “Must have forgotten.”
( That thing Brian wanted to do... ) |
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| Challenge #85: drunk, high, horny |
[Sep. 28th, 2008|04:52 pm] |
Title: Murder Mystery
Author: dirtylttlescret
A/N: Also, based on a request in qaf_bunnies by cryforwhat.
Condoms: 6 to Hunter
“What are we doing here?” Brian said as they approached Debbie’s front door.
“It’s game night and I said we’d go. I never get to see them anymore.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Brian. “You’re in the Pitts practically every other weekend.”
“But a certain greedy someone monopolizes my time whenever I’m here,” said Justin, nuzzling the crook of his neck.
“I asked you last time if you wanted to go to Michael and Ben’s for dinner, to which you responded by sitting in my lap and shoving my dick up your ass.”
“I was horny,” said Justin unapologetically.
( Parts 2-6 ) |
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| Challenge #84: babylon |
[Sep. 22nd, 2008|07:57 pm] |
Title: Going Out
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Hunter
“Where are you?”
Brian cradled the phone on his shoulder while he buttoned up his new distressed Armani jeans.
“Getting ready to go to Babylon.”
“At home?” Justin asked.
“No, I’m at Emmett’s doing my makeup with Mikey and Ted while we listen to the Pussycat Dolls.”
“Alone?”
“What’s with the 20 questions?” asked Brian, pulling a tank over his head.
“Go to the door.”
Curious, he crossed the loft, rolling the door open to find Justin standing on the other side. He was rubbing his cock through his jeans and smiling.
“I'm horny. Still want to go to Babylon?” |
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| Challenge #83: toppy justin |
[Sep. 14th, 2008|06:31 pm] |
Title: Outlander is an Enabler
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Three to Brain
Justin rubbed his small body up against Brain, making his erection known to him. he wanted to fuck Brian, but he wasnt sure how he could get the brunette to trust him enough to make him feel like he did when he was inside him.
“Brian, plz. i want to make you feel good inside, like you make me fell, said the tiny blonde. He knew that if the older man could only learn to trust him than maybe he could make love to him and show him how much he was worthy of affection. Not like his mother joanie.
( Parts two and three ) |
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| Challenge #83: toppy justin |
[Sep. 14th, 2008|04:25 pm] |
Title: Britin Romp
Author: dirtylttlescret
A/N: Another thank you to happier_bunny for the bunny.
Condom: Emmett
Brian woke up to a lubed finger pressed into his ass and Justin pretending to be asleep.
“Can I help you with something?”
“What?” Justin yawned, but made no effort to remove the digit. “Did you have a bad dream?” he said, wiggling his finger so that Brian bucked under his touch.
“It’s four o’clock in the morning. If you don’t stick something more than just your finger up my ass in the next thirty seconds, you’re going to be flat on your back staring at your shins as I pound you into the sheets.”
It only took Justin ten. |
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| Challenge #83: toppy justin |
[Sep. 14th, 2008|03:15 pm] |
Title: Misunderstanding
Author: dirtylttlescret
A/N: Another bunny from happier_bunny :D
Condom: Brian
“What the fuck are you doing here?” asked Brian, shutting the door to his office.
“Well, nice to see you too,” Justin said, dropping his bag on the floor. “I’ve been painting like shit all week. I came home to fuck you.”
Brian reached for his belt and started to undo his pants. “That can be arranged. There’s the desk. Drop your pants and bend over.”
Justin reached for the leather belt and pulled it out of his pant loops. “I think you misunderstand me,” he said, wrapping it around the back of Brian’s neck. “This afternoon, I’m in charge.” |
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| Challenge #83: toppy justin |
[Sep. 14th, 2008|02:58 pm] |
Title: No Sex in the Bathroom Stalls
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Brian
In hindsight, Brian wasn’t exactly sure how Justin managed to press him up against the bathroom stall and get his pants around his knees, while simultaneously thrusting two fingers up his hole and rubbing his prostate.
“Fuck,” he moaned, grabbing the top of the stall.
“You’re late,” said Justin, pulling out and replacing his fingers with the head of his condom-covered dick. “You were supposed to be on the 4:10 flight.”
“There was - ungh - problem at Kinnetik,” Brian grunted as Justin slammed himself deeper. He dropped his head against the cold metal and held on for the ride. |
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| Challenge #83: toppy justin |
[Sep. 14th, 2008|02:55 pm] |
Title: Thumpa
Author: dirtylttlescret
A/N: Rihanna, where you at? Thanks to happier_bunny for the bunny.
Condom: Emmett
The loud bass of the club rang in their ears as they stumbled back into the loft at 3:00am, their limbs still fluid with alcohol, the energy from fucking Justin between Brian and a trick an hour earlier giving them a fuzzy high.
Justin laughed, grinding himself up against Brian’s thigh as they fell in a tangle of limbs onto the rug.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, his body moving to an invisible beat. His sweaty skin was dotted with silver confetti from the dance floor.
Brian smirked and let his legs fall open. “Shut up and drive.” |
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| Challenge #82: first |
[Sep. 5th, 2008|11:43 am] |
Title: Politics
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Emmett
A/N: Completely and utterly stolen from dedicated to outlander (See inspiring conversation here).
“Welcome home. How was D.C.?” asked Justin.
“Peachy. Here. Don’t say I never did anything for the good of mankind,” Brian grumbled as he tossed a bag at him. Justin reached inside to pull out a blue fitted tee that read, “No Country for Old Men” with a red X through McCain’s face.
“Brian, I think this is the first time that you’ve truly left me speechless,” he laughed.
“Yeah, well, if you want an I ♥ Obama shirt, you can get it yourself, because there’s no way I’m skulking all over town to put up posters this time around.” |
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| Challenge #81: Condoms |
[Sep. 2nd, 2008|11:30 pm] |
Title: Five Years
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Drew
“Happy anniversary dudes,” said Hunter, handing Michael a box of condoms.
“You know, most kids give their parents a card for their anniversary, not an economy-sized box of condoms.”
“It’s the gift that keeps on giving.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you Hunter,” said Ben using his teacher voice.
Hunter laughed, then pulled an envelope from his back pocket. “Psych! I totally had you fooled. I booked you guys a room at a gay B&B in Vermont.”
“Wow Hunter, thanks,” said Michael choking up.
“Yeah, now you can cruise the New England hotties and fuck each other’s brains out all weekend." |
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| Challenge #80: Vermont |
[Aug. 26th, 2008|01:46 pm] |
Title: Modesty
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Michael
“Spill it. And I don’t mean the CliffsNotes version, I want the three hour director’s cut with DVD extras.”
“Why Teddy, what on earth are you talking about?” asked Emmett, his attempt to play dumb somewhat marred by the humungous grin on his face.
“You just happening to be in Montpelier, Vermont this weekend for the North Eastern Event Planners convention, the same time that the Ironmen are up there for training camp?”
Emmett smiled wider. “Come on now, a lady doesn’t kiss and tell.”
“Uh huh,” scoffed Ted. “Emmett, I know more about your sex life than you do.” |
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| Challenge #77: shower etc |
[Aug. 1st, 2008|11:28 pm] |
Title: All Day
Author: dirtylttlescret
A/N: Some good morning porn for besamislabios
Condom: 2 to Debbie, 1 to Ben
Brian pins Justin face first against the black brick wall, yanks his pants to his knees and licks two fingers hastily. A second later, they’re being shoved roughly up a tight ass, Justin moaning beneath him as he fucks him with his fingers. The burn sends hot sparks of electricity through his belly, making his cock impossibly hard.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Brian whispers into his ear. “I jerked off in the shower this morning thinking about you. You should’ve spent the night last night.”
He twists a knuckle against his prostate and Justin’s mouth drops open.
( All Day - Part II and III ) |
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| Outside of challenge |
[Aug. 1st, 2008|02:02 pm] |
Title: Sweat
Author: dirtylttlescret
He’s splayed naked on the bed, his back taut and glistening with sweat, palms clenched around handfuls of dark cotton sheets. He doesn’t move from his position except to groan and rub against the bed when the leather makes contact with his skin.
When he got home at 4:30 on a Wednesday afternoon, Justin knew something was wrong. He walked into the bedroom, took off all his clothes and simply said, “Come here.” So Justin followed.
Not until after, when the day’s demons had been exorcised, did Justin finally fuck him. Making sure they won’t come back to haunt him. |
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| Challenge #76: And the Ending Is. . . |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|09:38 pm] |
Title: Rumor Mill
Author: dirtylttlescret
A/N: Not my best, but whatevs.
Condom: Debbie
“Bullshit,” said Brian. “Bullshit,” he repeated for emphasis.
“You are so full of it,” said Michael rolling his eyes.
“I swear it’s true. If I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes, I’d have never believed it,” said Justin.
“Yeah, but Tom Cruise and Will Smith? That seems a little farfetched even for me,” said Ted, sitting back against the booth.
“But he’s so short and Will’s so tall,” said Emmett.
“Always with the details,” chuckled Brian, stealing a fry.
“I guess it just goes to show you that anything's possible in Hollywood,” said Michael, which was perfectly true. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2008|02:09 am] |
Title: But Why?
Author: dirtylttlescret
Condom: Debbie
“How come?”
“Because Mommy needs to have some grownup time or she’ll go cwazy.”
“How come?”
“Because Mommy gets tired playing Mrs. Cleaver when her beaver isn’t getting any.”
“Brian,” warned Lindsay.
“How come?”
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. “Lindsay, can’t you get him to stop this?”
“He’s three, Brian. He asks ‘why’ for everything. It’s your turn to deal with it for a few hours. Now Momma needs a drink, or the next time she sees Melanie, she’s going to throttle her.”
“And this would be bad because…”
“Brian.”
“Don’t worry. I promise to come post bail.” |
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[Jul. 16th, 2008|12:32 am] |
Title: Speculation
Author: dirtylttlescret
A/N: Plot bunny from happier_bunny
Condom: Justin
Looking back, Justin cringes at the thought of his teenaged self running down the street, believing that if he could just get far enough away, he could still keep it a secret.
It was so blatantly obvious too: the red stamp on his hand, Brian’s underwear tangled in his sheets (he’d breathed them in while jerking off under the sheets), the sketchbook he didn’t even try to hide.
He thinks now maybe he'd wanted to get caught, so that he could finally stop the doubts running through his head, wondering whether it’d be acceptance (love) or rejection she’d offer him. |
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