| Challenge #160: Scarf |
[May. 25th, 2010|11:44 pm] |
Title: Nothing and everything.
Author's note: Er, timeframe? Anywhere after season 2 and beyond!
And the condom goes to: PIFA!
It’s a cold night when Justin remembers. Not enough, not nearly enough.
Brian slid the warm wool scarf around his neck before sending him on his way.
“Later.” Brian had said. Nothing special, nothing remotely extraordinary.
Justin nodded without thinking, “Later.”
It wasn’t until the rattle of the mechanical door of Brian’s loft shut that Justin memory was jostled. He realises he’s holding the scarf in his hands the exact same way he had that night. He remembers twiddling the soft fabric, but that’s all.
It’s nothing at all really. Until Justin sees Brian's face, then it seems like everything. |
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| Challenge #136: Emmett. |
[Oct. 13th, 2009|12:11 am] |
Title: Of secrets and dreams.
Notes: N/A.
And the condom goes to: Daphne
Emmett wasn’t disappointed when he watched the two lovebirds wander into the diner after their ‘trip’. Maybe it was because he was the only one they had confided in about their actual destination. He knew to look at their hands to see matching glints of platinum rings.
“Hey Em,” Justin said, smiling, lifting up the plastic cover on the lemon bars.
“Oh my fucking God!” Debbie yelled, it had become clear to her too.
Justin stilled until Brian wrapped his arm around Justin’s waist and pulled him tight.
Emmett smiled before getting up, “Don’t worry the reception is all ready.” |
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| Challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 7th, 2009|03:01 pm] |
Title: Dreaming in color.
Notes: Set in 5x13; lyrics from Unknown Soldier by Breaking Benjamin.
And the condom goes to: Daphne
All I saw with Brian was color, bright blinding color.
Eating Thai food while Brian recites the virtues of good porn is a kind of greenish sea. Coffee in the morning before work is an orange tinted haze.
Of course him fucking me is red. The kind that explodes behind your eyes and doesn’t completely drain away after you’re done.
When he told me he loved me, it was every color. Every color I had ever imagined blended into a kaleidoscope.
Now I’m leaving, and all I can ask is tell me what it’s like, to dream in black and white. |
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| Challenge #135: Song Lyrics |
[Oct. 1st, 2009|10:14 pm] |
Title: When you’re ready.
Author Notes: The song is ‘Dreamer’ by Uh Huh Her, the lyrics are perfect Brian and Justin. So saying that, the beginning italics of the song are supposed to represent past dialogue between Brian and Justin. (Justin first, then Brian.) I also tag this with an angst-o-rama tag.
And the Condom goes to: Daphne.
Was I such a dreamer? Put yourself in my shoes…
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Careful what you wish for.
The tears came unbidden as Justin slid into the back of the taxi. A few murmured words and the car pulled away from the curb.
No Ethan, no cancer, no all consuming force pushing Justin away from Brian. Just a simple fact; Brian wouldn’t change. A fact everyone had told him from the beginning, one he had ignored freely because he thought he knew Brian better than that.
Truth was he did, it just tore at his heart that Brian couldn’t see it too. |
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| Challenge #134: Past Events |
[Sep. 30th, 2009|06:50 pm] |
Title: Every day is exactly the same.
Notes: The title is from a Nine Inch Nails song. I hope I did this right as it’s my first time. Technically, it’s just moments before we meet Brian for the first time, but it’s a past event right?
Condom goes to: Daphne.
It was like this every single fucking night.
The same tricks all hoping for the same thing; a chance to be fucked by the infamous Brian Kinney.
Brian couldn’t give a fuck about what they wanted. What he wanted was a hot mouth to suck him off so he could be extra sharp at work tomorrow.
Head tilted to one side, Brian surveyed the main room of Babylon. Michael stood on his left, pointed out a fairly hot guy and asked for Brian’s opinion.
“He’ll do.” Brian said offhandedly before he squeezed Michael shoulder. “Don’t wait up.”
Every fucking night. |
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