| Challenge #105: Icon Inspiration |
[Mar. 5th, 2009|03:24 pm] |
Title: Mental Checklist
A/N: My icon of choice is this one:
I found it on qaf_icons and it is by the wonderful and talented ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pfodge
Condom: Justin
Justin almost understood plenty of things about Brian. How Brian “secretly” watched Justin sleep, or called him Sonny Boy. How sometimes, when Brian ran his fingers through Justin’s hair, he’d stop to feel his scar – still uneven and rough from how quickly they'd closed the wound.
Justin knew, somehow, that it all meant Brian loved him, wanted to protect him.
But it wasn’t until the night Justin lay awake, his ear pressed to Brian’s heart, that he realized all of those things were Brian’s mental checklist: Breathing (Check). Safe (Check). Put back together (Check). Heart beating (Check). Really there (Check). |
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| Challenge #104: ice cream |
[Feb. 19th, 2009|11:39 pm] |
Title: 1,001 Reasons
Warnings / Author's Notes: I don't think I have any...
And the Condom Goes To: Brian
He was sleeping in your disheveled sheets that morning when you opened the freezer and silently cursed him for the massive container of fudge-swirl-cherry-whatever you found inside.
He was on his knees that night, giving you the most amazing frozen... creamy... melty... wet... sticky blowjob when you looked up and whispered a Thank You to no one in particular.
Because whatever it was that had possessed you to allow him - junk food and all - into your loft was now reminding you that ice cream was just one of the 1,001 reasons you never wanted him to leave. |
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| Challenge #102: The Dance Floor |
[Feb. 5th, 2009|06:24 pm] |
Title: Satiate
Author: ItWasLoveToMe
Notes: Only my second drabble ever... Here goes nothin'!
Condom: Justin
Justin smells like something different everyday. He’s taking a photography class at PIFA, and twice a week, he comes home reeking of chemicals and darkroom. Shifts at the diner leave odors of hash browns and coffee clinging to his hair. He sweats sex and liquor after long nights on the dance floor at Babylon.
But it never bothers Brian, because Justin’s mouth always tastes exactly like it did the night they met: Like warm, humid nights as summer fades into autumn. Unclaimed territory. Nostalgia, and the feeling that there’s never enough time. Growing up, and holding on. Responsibility, spontaneity, perfection. |
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| Challenge #95: Cold |
[Dec. 17th, 2008|01:27 am] |
Title: Decisions, Decisions
Author: ItWasLoveToMe
Notes: This is my first time ever writing one of these. It might be really bad.
Condom: to Vic
Brian threw back the duvet, and in rushed a wave of cold air. I grabbed his pillow and pulled it in close.
He was almost to the bathroom door when I said, “Hey.” He stopped suddenly, surprised I was awake enough to speak. “Don’t jerk off in there. I want you to come back to bed and fuck me.”
“Get in with me, and I’ll fuck you in there. You might even have time for breakfast before class.”
The ultimate dilemma: Shower, breakfast, and sex with Brian Kinney... Or warm bed, more sleep, and sex with Brian Kinney?
Decisions, decisions... |
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