| Threshold 7,8,9,10 |
[Apr. 21st, 2011|01:50 am] |
Title:Threshold (parts 7,8,9,10)
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) galeandrandy
Pairing:B/J
Timeline: 4 years, 8 weeks, 3 days from 510
Beta: kylerglamommy thank you for the quickie.
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing.
Notes: Here's two for now, will have more that go with this series later.
Condoms: 4 for Justin *coughs* I mean, the wedding icon.
The night I came back to Pittsburgh we stayed at the loft. Brian had packed the things the moving van would be picking up the next morning so when he slid open the door the boxes obstructed my view.
“What the fuck?” I screeched, when he suddenly picked me up and carried me through the doorway.
His laugh almost sounded like a giggle as he pretended like he was going to drop me while dodging boxes as he carried me up to the bedroom then dropped me onto the bed. “Blame Michael for that.”
( parts 8,9,10 here ) |
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| Threshold 5 & 6 |
[Apr. 20th, 2011|01:32 am] |
Title:Threshold (Parts 5 & 6)
Author: galeandrandy
Pairing:B/J
Timeline: 4 years, 5 weeks, 3 days from 510
Beta: kylerglamommy thank you for the quickie.
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing.
Notes: Here's two more, more to come shortly.
Condoms: 2 for Justin *coughs* I mean, the wedding icon.
Five seconds passed, but it felt like an hour. “Tell me, Brian. Christ! I can't...”
“I remodeled it,” he said in a rushed breath.
“You're living there now?” I was sure someone would have at least mentioned Brian moving but no one had. I'd spoke to Gus after he visited Brian last week. I was sure that he said he stayed overnight at the loft.
Brian remolded the house and then he sold it!
“No,” he said, pulling me against him.
“Why not?”
He whispered into my ear, “'Cause it was your wedding gift.”
( Part 6 ) |
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| Threshold 3 & 4 |
[Apr. 19th, 2011|11:42 pm] |
Title:Threshold (Parts 3 & 4)
Author: galeandrandy
Pairing:B/J
Timeline: 4 years, 5 weeks, 3 days from 510
Beta: kylerglamommy thank you for the quickie.
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing.
Notes: Here's two more, more to come shortly.
Condoms: 2 for Justin *coughs* I mean, the wedding icon.
“Three weeks.” he said, simultaneously kicking the door shut behind him. “Will that be enough time to get your shit packed and do whatever it is you need to do to come home to me?”
“To Pittsburgh?” I asked, both panic and relief were evident in my question.
He stepped closer, raised one hand and placed it on my shoulder. His touch made all the discombobulated thoughts running through my brain come to a screeching halt. “Where else?”
Years of never uttering a word about it had to end. “To West Virginia, to our house.”
( Part 4 ) |
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| Threshold 1&2 |
[Apr. 19th, 2011|05:25 pm] |
Title:Threshold (parts 1 & 2)
Author: galeandrandy
Pairing:B/J
Timeline: 4 years, 5 weeks, 3 days from 510
Beta: kylerglamommy thank you for the quickie.
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing.
Notes: Here's two for now, will have more that go with this series later.
Condoms: 2 for Justin *coughs* I mean, the wedding icon.
Four years, five weeks and three days after the first proposal, an unexpected visitor knocking broke my creative haze. I opened the door and found Brian looking uncharacteristically nervous. He placed his right foot over the threshold and smiled. His expression was familiar, but my memory couldn't jog when I'd ever seen him look at me like that. Nostalgia washed over me, followed by a heady wave of desire when I met his eyes. They were glittering golden-brown in the sunbeams bathing my studio.
His left foot crossed the threshold and he asked, “You ready to come home, Justin?”
( 2nd Here ) |
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| Challenge #129: Five Words |
[Aug. 25th, 2009|05:16 am] |
Title Undoing
Condom Ted
The once cool grass now hurt, feeling like needles pricking his over-sensitive skin.
He couldn’t ever be called shy; but without a pillow to muffle his gasps and moans, they could be mistaken for begging. His lips were chapped but he kept on kissing, trying to feed the sounds of his desire elsewhere.
The wind picked up, wrapping around their rhythm, cooling their sweat. He shivered.
When the clouds moved, there were no shadows, he faced the sun. They were again bathed in warmth and brightness. He squinted to make out the view, and as usual, this was his undoing. |
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