| challenge 118: St. James Academy |
[Jun. 5th, 2009|06:41 pm] |
Title: Detention
Condom: Ben
“You know why you’re here, Mr. Taylor.” The voice was hard, dark, almost husky.
“Yes, Sir.” This voice was younger, confident. Firmly unapologetic.
“Comments regarding sexual activities are prohibited.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Remove the smug look, Mr. Taylor. You’ve been disciplined for such behavior before. At St. James Academy, we strive to teach students moral and upstanding values. Students who resist such lessons are handled firmly.”
There was a rustling noise, the snap of a bottle, and tear of a package.
“You know what’s next, Mr. Taylor.”
A pause. More rustling, then the sound of a moan.
“Please, Professor Kinney. More.”
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| challenge #116: Loyalty |
[May. 21st, 2009|06:07 pm] |
Title: So you’re fucked, Brian
Author's notes: I’m attempting a cut. Here’s to hoping it works. Summary: Brian’s thoughts of Justin, and his disloyal dick. Emmett observes. The condom goes to: Two for Daph, one for Emmett Brian had work to do. Right now, he had this account to finalize and he had three boards in front of him to decide from. He did have work to do. But his mind kept straying to that blond twink. The kid should be in school right now. In that formal little schoolboy uniform that emphasized his perfect bubble butt… Brian’s dick started paying attention to his brain, and the brunette man looked down. Betrayal. He was going to have to have a talk with that bubble ass of Justin’s for this. Maybe he’d pick the brat up after school. |
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| challenge #115: Brian |
[May. 18th, 2009|05:30 pm] |
Title: Distractions
Summary: Justin’s thoughts of Brian during class (inspired by seys’ beautiful drabbles)
Challenge: 115 (Brian)
Author's Notes: my first officially posted writing! go me!
The condom goes to: Daphne. ^_^
He knew better than to think of Brian during classes. Having been not-together, whateverthefuck’s for a year now, he’d yet to master this skill. At least at PIFA he could distract himself from it. At St. James he’d had to sit through Daphne’s questions. “How was your weekend?” would set off his arousal from memory, and then he’d have to run to the bathroom and fix himself. It had been awkward. But here he was safe, Daphne was elsewhere.
Monday morning, and Justin hardly walked into his first class before he heard it from a classmate. “So…how was your weekend?” |
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