| Challenge #196: food |
[Apr. 15th, 2011|04:41 pm] |
Title: Cup O’Noodles (challenge #196,food )
Warnings/Author's Notes: post 513
And the condom goes to: ice cream
“Christ, this is all you have?”
Brian holds up a styrofoam container, his hair sticking up from where you pulled it when he fucked you. He’s too stoned to care…
You snort and admire him standing naked in your tiny kitchen. “Cup O’ Noodles aren’t delicious, they’re affordable, unlike some people," you say... "After I bought this chronic, I didn’t have money left for real food, so just deal, princess.”
“This is not what I signed up for,” you hear muttered as he heads back to bed with the cup of dry noodles.
You love it when he’s like this. |
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| Challenge #195: heat |
[Apr. 9th, 2011|06:27 am] |
Title: Sand (challenge #195, heat )
Warnings/Author's Notes: S4
And the condom goes to: buttsex
Justin plucked a shell from the sun-warmed sand where he sat. He rubbed away the loose, dry grains. The heat from its surface felt good, so he let go of the shell and buried his fingers under a thin layer of sand and felt the stiffness melt away from his overworked hand.
“Cool party, right?”
Justin looked up and shrugged, ignoring an involuntary surge of lust as the guy plopped beside him.
Partying on a film exec’s private Malibu beach should’ve been fun. It wasn’t. Not with Brian on the opposite end of the continent.
He wished Brian felt the same. |
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| Challenge #194: hair |
[Apr. 1st, 2011|01:04 pm] |
Title: Gifts (challenge #194, hair)
Warnings/Author's Notes: middle on
And the condom goes to: Justin's hair
It was short, dark – not the usual type of hair he found attractive. Not that Ben relied upon such superficial observations any longer. There was just something about Michael. Ben felt inexplicably drawn to him from the very first time he had walked into Michael’s shop. Maybe it was those eyes?
Now that he thought about it, Michael’s dark hair framed his face and enhanced those already deep, honest eyes.
Michael didn’t know it, but he was so very beautiful.
And now that they were finally kissing, Ben couldn’t help but run his fingers through Michael’s hair.
It was perfect. |
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| Challenge #191: best friends |
[Mar. 4th, 2011|07:12 am] |
Title: Gifts (challenge #191, best friends)
Warnings/Author's Notes: later on
And the condom goes to: Michael
Carl is at a law enforcement convention, and Tucker’s at a yoga retreat, so Deb and I take advantage and have a rare evening alone.
We drink, trade stories and occasionally dissolve into paroxysms of
laughter. It’s the end of my long week and instead of feeling the weight
of it, I feel light - and it’s not just because of the wine.
Deb has a way of reminding me of what’s important and what’s “shit”.
I should’ve met her when I was younger…
Of all of the gifts I’ve received from Justin, Deb might be one of the best. |
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| Challenge #190: season 3 photo prompt |
[Feb. 25th, 2011|03:24 pm] |
Title: Laundry Day (challenge #190, season 3 photo prompt)
Warnings/Author's Notes: S3
And the condom goes to: Red Roses
Dropping his messenger bag on the floor, Justin asked, “What now?”
Brian sighed dramatically, “My local laundry facility is severely lacking. There were no hot guys. Only trolls and lesbians and…” Brian shuttered, "Poor people."
“So, you didn’t get to soap anyone’s dispenser?”
“Not a one.” Brian moped.
Justin climbed onto the bed, “Poor Mr. Kinney. Unemployment has reduced him to performing routine household chores that don’t turn into porn clichés. I feel your pain.”
Justin snaked a hand over Brian’s hip and cupped his balls and breathed into his ear, “I really do.”
Thus, Brian actually smiled that day. |
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| Challenge #189, "You are my joy" |
[Feb. 16th, 2011|07:40 pm] |
Title: It couldn't (challenge #189, "You are my joy")
Warnings/Author's Notes: S4
And the condom goes to: Emmett's happy face
Emmett watched Drew kiss Savanna.
He watched and he was Katherine Hepburn for a moment. He thought of
The Lion in Winter and all that. Her seeing— no—
asking her husband to kiss the young girl…
But Emmett didn’t ask... Or did he…? He was told not to be there.
So, he had shown up without permission and now he waits in “their” bed. Telling himself Drew’ll come. After all, He’s a gentleman at heart and wouldn’t treat a “Southern lady” so unkind. He wouldn’t be so cold...</em>
God, Drew was so… unexpected. It couldn’t end like this, could it? |
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| Challenge #187, New York |
[Jan. 30th, 2011|08:42 am] |
Title: On our own (challenge #187, New York)
Warnings/Author's Notes: later on
And the condom goes to: Mel
“How’d it go?” Mel yawned when Linds came to bed. There’d been an art opening tonight.
Lindsay brushed the back of her hand lightly against Mel’s cheek, “Oh, fine. Wish you could have been there though.”
“Me too. God, I miss the built-in babysitting we had back ho—uhm, in Pittsburg. Hey, that reminds me - Justin sent the kids postcards again. It’s so sweet of him - I wish we had enough saved to take a vacation in New York...”
“Brian would—”
“Oh, don’t even go there! If we decide to visit, we’ll get there on our own!” |
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| challenge #186: ball(s) |
[Jan. 23rd, 2011|07:05 am] |
Title: Taste (challenge #186, ball(s))
Warnings/Author's Notes: S1
And the condom goes to: Gus
Brian soon discovered Justin’s balls tasted great. He licked them and tasted heaven. His cock agreed. They were soft and furry and when aroused announced themselves with a tight heat. Brian learned the fastest ways to get them hot and happy.
But he didn’t always like fast. So he played with them. He studied the sounds Justin made – Justin’s low rumblings, his quiet sighs, his expletive-filled roars…
And in the mornings, when Brian would wake, sober, wondering why he cared so much the night before, he'd bury his face in Justin’s crotch and all that annoying wonderment would go away. |
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| Challenge #183: movies |
[Nov. 22nd, 2010|05:12 pm] |
Title: Wasting time (challenge #183, movies)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Later on
And the condom goes to: Carl
“I sat through all of that and got only, what? Five minutes of Chris Noth? That sucks beyond belief!” Justin complained.
“What? Stanford and Anthony getting married didn’t do it for you?” Daphne laughed.
Justin rolled his eyes, grumbling, “God, we should have turned it off as soon as Liza fuckin’ Minelli showed up.”
“At least the shoes were good, right?”
“I wouldn’t know – that s Brian’s department.” He reached for the Rolos and popped one in his mouth.
“Justin?”
“Hmmm?”
“You’re still my favorite person to waste time with.”
He beamed at Daphne, then squeezed her hand, “You too.” |
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| Challenge #182: Justin's art |
[Nov. 16th, 2010|08:17 am] |
Title: Investments (challenge #182, Justin’s art)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Later on
And the condom goes to: Brian’s package, mmmmmm…
Blake knew that Ted’s passions extended beyond his work. Still, at parties, several pairs of eyes would roll when he enthused about subjects like “riskless arbitrage.”
When they had married and Blake signed papers uniting their finances, he questioned several investments. Keeping Justin’s paintings in storage seemed…cold. Even after Ted explained that in twenty years, they would be worth several times their initial price, Blake felt unsettled.
It wasn’t until they were in bed and Ted had whispered promises to him of “never having to worry” and “you’ll always be okay” that Blake remembered.
Ted loved Blake best of all. |
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| Challenge #181: gossip |
[Nov. 8th, 2010|08:35 pm] |
Title: King (challenge #181, gossip)
Warnings/Author's Notes: middle on
And the condom goes to: Debbie
No one said it to Carl's face - they didn’t really have to. It came out anyway, like when Frank was “too tired” to have a drink after work or when Lee and his gang “forgot” to tell him they would be at Rizzo’s watching the big game.
Carl was old school and lived by the rules. He understood there would be a price to pay.
Deb kissed him every day, no matter what, and if he was lucky, she did even more…
So, screw ‘em. As long as she was by his side, he was king of the world. |
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| Challenge #181: gossip |
[Nov. 8th, 2010|08:32 pm] |
Title: Election (challenge #181, gossip)
Warnings/Author's Notes: later on
And the condom goes to: Debbie
Sunshine wasn’t living up to his typically high wattages. The fags of Liberty were murmuring. He gave up painting? Being fucked regularly by Brian Kinney isn’t enough after all.
Brian didn’t hear it for himself –-- Debbie helpfully passed rumors along.
Brian stalked into the media room, furious. “Stop moping about Corbett and Toomey. Be fucking ecstatic no one was stupid enough to elect Christine O’Donnell!”
Justin stared ahead, flicking channels like a zombie and said mournfully, “Three words: Rand Paul, Kentucky.”
Brian’s anger instantly deflated; he solemnly broke out the blue-label scotch and didn’t bother with the glasses. |
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| Challenge #178: wrinkle |
[Oct. 21st, 2010|12:13 am] |
Title: Old Man (challenge #178: wrinkle)
Warnings/Author's Notes: early on
And the condom goes to: blue lights
“Look at this one!” Deb shoved a baby picture of Michael under my nose. “Didn’t he look like such an old man?”
He was comically wrinkled. I remembered becoming the proud uncle I still was. Sis returned it to the box and held up one of Michael and Brian.
“They grew up too fast.” She said, her voice soft.
“Didn’t we all?” I added.
“Can you believe Brian is someone’s daddy?”
I put a hand on her shoulder, “He’ll do good, sis.”
She whispered, “I think so, too.”
“And now you graduate, from Fairy God Mother to Fairy Grandmother.” |
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| Challenge #178: wrinkle |
[Oct. 20th, 2010|11:59 pm] |
Title: Shirts (challenge #178: wrinkle)
Warnings/Author's Notes: later on
And the condom goes to: orange lights
Brian narrowed his eyes at the wrinkled clothes dangling in his son’s closet and began a familiar tirade. Something about dykes and straight kids and the need for a masculine influence. Gus pretty much tuned him out, preemptively poised for his dad to be a dick, especially for the first few days...
“…When does Justin get back from Munich?”
“My peripatetic partner returns in 5 days.” Brian frowned, “But you know that.”
Gus tossed a baggie at him, getting his attention, “Start rolling then. There’s no way I’m surviving ‘til then unless we’re both stoned.”
Brian smirked, even looked proud. |
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[Oct. 6th, 2010|11:18 pm] |
Title: No way (challenge #177, daddies)
Warnings/Author's Notes: later on
And the condom goes to: daddy!Justin
“What the hell are these?” I waved the offending materials in front of Justin’s face.
“You suddenly can’t read now?”
Justin continued his brushstroke; I believe the words “drama queen” were muttered under his breath.
“What the fuck are brochures from PIFA doing here?”
I was making a show of it– I knew the answer, of course.
Justin sighed, “I’m scanning them to send up to Mel and Linds.”
“If they think they’re sending my son to this goddamned podunk town for college, they’re out of their fucking minds!”
“Brian,” he replied, his voice annoyingly calm, “It was my idea.” |
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[Oct. 6th, 2010|11:15 pm] |
Title: Partake (challenge #177, daddies)
Warnings/Author's Notes: early on
And the condom goes to: daddy!Brian
Justin lunged, grabbing the spliff from between my fingers and mashing it out in the ashtray.
“There’s a baby here for chrissakes!” Justin said, motioning to Gus, who was sleeping peacefully in his car seat carrier next to the bed.
“If the munchers expect me to give up an afternoon at the baths to play the good father, then the least I can do to restore balance to the universe is partake in copious amounts of chronic,” I argued reasonably.
“Secondhand smoke kills brain cells!”
“Well then, young man…” I said, unbuttoning my jeans and leaning back…“The universe is waiting.” |
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| Challenge #176: Not everything |
[Sep. 28th, 2010|05:06 pm] |
Title: Worth the risk (challenge #176: not everything)
Warnings/Author's Notes: S4
And the condom goes to: first time everything
He crept in after curfew to find Ben and Michael waiting for him. Hunter rolled his eyes and stalked past, into the bathroom.
He didn’t have to answer to them. Besides, they wouldn’t understand.
Hunter studied himself in the mirror, carefully examining his features – Callie had said she liked his freckles. The way she’d touched his face…it made his heart do things he couldn’t slow down, not enough to consider, until now, here, alone.
Callie treated him like he was normal. Shit, he felt normal when he was with her.
And he didn’t know how to tell her.
He wasn’t. |
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| Challenge #176: Not everything |
[Sep. 27th, 2010|11:55 pm] |
Title: The Gang (challenge #176: not everything)
Warnings/Author's Notes: post-513
And the condom goes to: reunification
When Brian first moved to New York, he was happier than he ever thought possible. But soon, against his better judgment, he missed certain people.
“What do you think about flying the gang up here for your opening?” he asked nonchalantly.
“ ‘The gang’?” Justin raised an eyebrow.
“It’s succinct.”
“You could just call them once in awhile - not everything has to revolve around you pretending you don’t—”
“Christ, just forget I—”
Justin was upon him in a moment, kissing Brian firmly.
“You’ve already bought the tickets, haven’t you?”
“Fuck you,” he huffed, trying not to smile. |
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| Challenge #175: Hair |
[Sep. 22nd, 2010|08:14 pm] |
Title: Touch (challenge #175: Hair)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Pink Posse time
And the condom goes to: fucking
Before Justin’s haircut, Brian’s fingers could travel through his silky-soft strands, lazy and slow. His touch would speak for him. It would tell Justin, You’re mine…I love you.
And it seemed Justin heard.
But now, how could Brian tell him what he wanted—that he didn’t want Justin out fucking patrolling with that psychopath, Cody Bell… that he wanted him safe?
He tried, but when Brian caressed the now closely shorn tufts, it seemed all that was told was desire… because when they fucked, like always, it was so damn good… but Justin would still leave.
And Brian wouldn’t sleep. |
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| Challenge #175: Hair |
[Sep. 20th, 2010|05:16 pm] |
Title: Monstrosity (challenge #175: Hair)
Warnings/Author's Notes: early on
And the condom goes to: fucking
Debbie tugged into place that bright-red monstrosity she alleged was a wig, and asked the question I’d hoped to avoid. A lifetime ago, I’d have told her to tie it to a stick and mop the floor with it, but…
These past weeks, when she’s not spoon-feeding me and wiping my drool, she’s wiping my other end. And it’s the first time in an eternity I’ve seen a smile on that old mug. Anyway, she looks so damned pleased with herself…
I lift my head and try not to let the effort show when I say, “You look beautiful, sis.” |
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| Challenge #174: Condom |
[Sep. 15th, 2010|12:48 pm] |
Title: Pose (challenge #174: Condom)
Warnings/Author's Notes: none
And the condom goes to: Nipple kisses
“Are you done yet?”
Brian had been posing for almost an hour.
“Nope,” Justin glanced up, “Stroke it, will you, it’s getting soft.”
“Fuck you,” But Brian dutifully stroked his condom-encased cock. Justin was naked too, sketching for a project called “relationship.” He had cleverly thought of the one between a penis and its condom.
“There, see?”
Brian took the sketchpad, but instead of his cock, he saw his face rendered with intense sexual frustration.
He wouldn’t have posed for that and Justin knew it.
“I’m going to kill you.” He growled.
“Not before you fuck me first,” Justin gloated. |
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| Challenge #174: Condom |
[Sep. 13th, 2010|11:55 pm] |
Title: List (challenge #174: Condom)
Warnings/Author's Notes: None
And the condom goes to: Tongue Kiss
Michael checked the nightstand drawer and saw that their supplies were running low. He quickly scribbled condoms on the list.
As he sat at their computer and opened up the link to their supplier, he felt the same throb of longing that he always did when he wished he and Ben could do it raw. It was his favorite fantasy.
Ben walked by, murmuring “Mmm, brown eyes,” and lightly brushing his hand over Michael’s shoulders as he passed. Michael’s skin tingled under his shirt.
Ben was real, he was healthy and he loved him.
There was no need for regret. |
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| Challenge #174: Condom |
[Sep. 13th, 2010|05:12 pm] |
Title: Facts (challenge #174: Condom)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Post 513
And the condom goes to: Tongue kiss
Very few people realized what it took to make a damn good lawyer. Melanie Marcus-Peterson was one damn good lawyer who knew what it took.
She anticipated her adversary’s attacks and counterattacks and outmaneuvered opposing council with Olympic speed. So when she found a condom in the back pocket of her fifteen year-old son’s jeans while doing laundry, Melanie cussed, and then she swore, and then she swore again, until she stopped and began to weigh her approach. The first step: facts.
Facts before argument.
Melanie grabbed her phone out of the pocket of her Dockers denims, and texted Brian. |
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| Challenge #173: caught in the act |
[Sep. 8th, 2010|08:37 am] |
Title: T-shirt (challenge #173: caught in the act)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Post 513
And the condom goes to: Justin’s hair
A rustling noise woke Justin up. He squinted into the semi-darkness, noticing two things: his ass was sore (thanks to hot reunion sex) and Brian was taking clothes out of his duffle bag.
He was about to warn that his clothes were all dirty when he spied Brian pressing a t-shirt to his nose. Embarrassment crept in, until he saw him carefully fold it, rise up and stow it on the highest shelf of the closet.
When Brian returned to bed and pulled him close, Justin made sleepy noises and wished he didn’t ever have to return to New York. |
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| Challenge #172: shopping |
[Aug. 31st, 2010|02:24 pm] |
Title: Banishing (challenge #172: shopping)
Warnings/Author's Notes: S5
And the condom goes to: Prom Kiss vs. Squishy Noses of Love? Seriously?! Come on, I can’t pick between those two, lol.
Why Justin was buying food at 1 A.M. wasn’t something Brian pondered. He didn’t blame Justin for leaving— like Michael said, who wouldn’t? He merely chose not to indulge in speculation of Justin’s late night activities... He’d never been a masochist.
Brian just watched him studying labels, a bag of chips in either hand, biting his perfect bottom lip in concentration— oblivious to Brian’s presence. Justin looked beautiful. Flawless, even under the tragic lighting of the market that made ordinary people look like puke.
Brian turned and exited, before he’d done something unfortunate, silently banishing words like love and forever. |
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| Challenge #171: Daphne |
[Aug. 25th, 2010|10:37 pm] |
Title: Date (challenge #171: Daphne)
Warnings/Author's Notes: anytime after S1
And the condom goes to: ice cream kiss
“…It was so gay! How could anyone be so stupid?”
Right up until that moment, Daphne had been enjoying her date.
She tried to sound calm, “What do you mean exactly by ‘so gay?’”
Aaron looked confused. “Uhm…stupid, like I said.”
“So being gay is being stupid?”
“Of course not! It’s just a saying!”
Daphne knew well, words like those meant something. They
weren’t sticks and stones, and they certainly weren’t men in white
sheets or jocks wielding baseball bats aimed at her friend’s head, but
still...
She sat up taller and began the re-education of Aaron. |
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| Challenge #171: Daphne |
[Aug. 25th, 2010|10:34 pm] |
Title: Real Love (challenge #171: Daphne)
Warnings/Author's Notes: S1
And the condom goes to: prom kiss
He looked amazing in his tux. For about the billionth time, Daphne
wished Justin wasn’t gay.
Together they rolled their eyes at anyone who wasn’t them, assigning a
point system to clichéd prom behavior. No one could make her laugh like
Justin.
As they danced, he held her close while she silently reminded herself,
Someday, I’ll have someone.
Yet, when Justin’s “someone” showed up and Justin got that
look on his face, Daphne didn’t feel jealous. If Brian could make her
best friend feel like she'd hoped to, she was happy.
Real love was good that way. |
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| Challenge #170: Brian takes care of Justin |
[Aug. 17th, 2010|02:18 pm] |
Title: Stupid (challenge #170: Brian takes care of Justin)
Warnings/Author's Notes: S1
And the condom goes to: After the prom kiss
“What, the fuck, are you doing?”
Justin freezes for a nanosecond — remembers to relax, to give a nonchalant reply, “Enjoying my drink. What, the fuck, are you doing?”
He’s pleased with himself, knows Brian Kinney likes keeping things cool.
“Watching you behave incredibly stupid.”
“What?” Justin sputters, surprised, confused — not cool. Attempting composure, he reaches for the beer he set on the counter behind him, but Brian beats him to it and pushes the bottle out of reach.
“Never…” Brian says, directing his glare at the over-the-hill loser sitting next to Justin, “…leave your drink unattended.”
“Why?”
“Figure it out.” |
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| Challenge #168: Justin's Duffel Bag |
[Jul. 16th, 2010|11:11 pm] |
Title: Piece of Shit (challenge #168: Justin’s Duffel Bag)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Thanks, Fun, you’re a doll!
And the condom goes to: Stockwell Campaign
“What the fuck?” Brian scowled at the black duffel bag by the door.
Justin looked perplexed. “It holds everything I need for a week.”
“Christ! While the Relais Christine meets your infantile, romantic criteria, it’s still a five-star hotel. The concierge isn’t going to know what to do with that piece of shit.”
Justin rolled his eyes, “Our first vacation together and this is what you’re worried about?”
“Well, that and whether it will prevent the concierge from blowing me.”
“If it does,” Justin sighed, “I’ll let you blow me in front of the Mona Lisa, ‘K?”
“Deal.” |
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| Challenge #167: pool |
[Jul. 13th, 2010|07:02 am] |
Title: Sharing (challenge #167: pool)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Special thanks to Fundemented for weaving straw into gold!
And the condom goes to: Stockwell Election
“If we pool our money, we’ll have enough to see the movie. Come on, Daph, please?”
Justin looks at his best friend, his eyes round with pleading.
“I hate to borrow money from you,” Daphne sighs, rolling over onto her back and looking up at the ceiling.
Justin has a poster of a Pittsburgh Pirates baseball player up there. Daph thinks his parents must be pleased by his sudden interest in watching sports. She knows the real reason why and she’s not telling.
“Its not borrowing, it’s sharing. You always share. And I’ll always share everything with you.” |
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| Challenge #165: tattoo |
[Jun. 30th, 2010|12:20 pm] |
Title: Hidden (challenge #165: tattoo)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Special thanks to Britin1729 for her fab betaing.
And the condom goes to: Ted and Blake
When he finally identified the feeling, Brian would never admit it to anyone, but especially to Justin.
That twat was already too full of himself.
But when he woke up every morning and wasn’t alone, he felt it. He hadn’t understood that particular rush of happiness when they first met. It had taken him a couple of years of being loved by Justin to recognize it. Even then, he hid his feelings like a tattoo you didn’t want your family to see.
He felt…lucky.
Brian felt intensely lucky that out of all the fags in Pittsburg, Justin had picked him. |
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| Challenge #165: tattoo |
[Jun. 30th, 2010|11:08 am] |
Title: Loving the Ink (challenge #165: tattoo)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Special thanks to Britin1729 for her fab betaing.
And the condom goes to: Deb and Carl
When I saw the attachment, I wanted to forward it to Deb. But Deb hadn’t yet joined the modern age, so I printed it out and mailed it instead.
She called three days later, loud and enthusiastic, the miles between us melting away.
“When did she do it?
“Right after graduation.”
“Has your dad seen it?”
“Ooooh, yeah. Molly rolled up her sleeve the next time she saw him. He thought the rainbow flag part was bad enough, but then she told him what ILMGB meant.”
“ ‘I love my gay brother,’ ” Deb laughed, “Christ, I shouldda done that.” |
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| Challenge #164: hot |
[Jun. 23rd, 2010|06:29 am] |
Title: Blister (challenge #164: hot)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Fun_demented made it work.
And the condom goes to: Debbie and Carl
He’s kissing Justin’s hand when he notices the blister on his index finger. It looks painful.
“So?” Brian asks, one eyebrow arched.
“What? That? Oh, I got that when I was making some coffee. I wasn’t paying attention and the hot water—”
“Goddamn Melitas are crap. I’m buying you a real coffee maker.”
He silences Justin’s protests in the usual way. Once Justin falls into sated sleep, Brian goes on-line to order a precision, elegant machine and then, with only a slight hesitation, a dozen red roses.
Why not?
He’ll be back in the Pitts when the flowers arrive. |
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| Challenge #164: hot |
[Jun. 23rd, 2010|06:25 am] |
Title: Flash (challenge #164: hot)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Special thanks to fun_demented for shaping it up.
And the condom goes to: Debbie and Carl
“Vic! You better not be fucking with the thermostat again!” Deb was sitting in front of the TV, fanning herself, dressed in a tank top and shorts.
In the hallway, Vic grumbled, “If my immune system doesn’t kill me, her goddamn menopause will.”
He sighed, and then re-adjusted the thermostat back to fifty-five, telling himself he could don a sweater, as always.
He set a tall glass with ice and water on the table in front of his big sis.
She glanced at him and frowned, “What are you wearing? It’s fucking June for chrissakes!”
“I’m not hot, ‘K?”
“Weirdo.” |
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| Challenge #163: first time |
[Jun. 16th, 2010|11:59 pm] |
Title: Halo (challenge #163: first time)
Warnings/Author's Notes: All bow to fun_demented. And, thanks, to you all for not screaming when I posted another one. Sorry, but my muses adored the shit outta this prompt.
And the condom goes to: Brian and Justin
The first time he heard the ring tone, he dismissed it as an audio hallucination.
However, the second time it sounded, he couldn’t ignore it. After Brian said “Later” to Justin, he piped up.
“ ‘Halo’ by Beonce? Really? Either you’ve gone soft or you’ve lost your mind.”
“Theodore, you’re fired.”
Brian appeared menacing, but after all these years, Ted wasn’t worried.
“Soft looks good on you.”
“Everything does. Now, not that it’s any of your business, but I lost a bet and that fucking ring tone was the price.”
“Some bet.”
Brian grinned broadly, “Didn’t mind losing at all.” |
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| Challenge #163: first time |
[Jun. 16th, 2010|01:10 pm] |
Title: Fear (challenge #163: first time)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Special thanks to fun_demented for not getting tired of me - lol.
And the condom goes to: Michael and Ben
Of course he had heard that lame saying, “There’s a first time for everything.” Jesus, who hadn’t? He remembered a lot of firsts, most of them…nauseating.
Then he met Michael and Ben and experienced different kinds of firsts: being loved unconditionally, being accepted completely and genuine laughter around the house that warmed him in a way he had never felt before.
But the first time, the very first time Hunter suffered an icy fear that pierced his heart was when he heard about Michael’s injuries from that fucking, fucking bomb.
He couldn’t get to the bus station fast enough. |
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| Challenge #163: first time |
[Jun. 16th, 2010|01:04 pm] |
Title: The exception to the rule (challenge #163: first time)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Huge thanks to fun_demented for the beta.
And the condom goes to: Emmett and Drew
“Say it again,” his love whispered, pulling him in even closer.
“Happy 21st, baby. May you have many more.”
“Mmmmm… I can’t believe we never did that before…”
He liked it, but didn’t love it. Still, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.
“Drewsie?”
“Hmmm?”
“Your… behind is going to be very sore tomorrow, this being your first time and all…”
“Emmett?”
“Hmmm?” He looked up.
"I know it's not… but could we do, uh—”
Emmett kissed Drew’s collarbone. “It’s not my thing, but for you, I’ll make exceptions.”
“Good.” |
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| Challenge #163: first time |
[Jun. 16th, 2010|12:59 pm] |
Title: Numbers (challenge #163: first time)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Co-written with fun_demented. I provided the idea but she shaped it up into something fabulous. Thank you!
And the condom goes to: Brian and Justin
The first time Gus truly noticed, he couldn’t believe it had taken him this long to realize the fun he could have with this particular fact about his father and Justin.
It was… hilarious.
A week later the timing was right, when he and his dad were walking to the store together and passed a playground.
Perfect.
“Hey,” Gus said casually, gesturing toward the sandbox. “Do you think there’s a five year-old in there I should check out? After all, I’m seventeen now and the age difference is—“
“Fuck.You.”
Gus never laughed so hard in his life. |
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| Challenge #163: first time |
[Jun. 15th, 2010|11:21 pm] |
Title: Hope not (challenge #163: first time)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Special thanks to fun_demented for the fab beta. And the condom goes to: Brian and Justin
“Ooooooooooooooh, fuuuuuuck…” Justin breathed. His heart, which might very well have beat out of his chest, was beginning to calm.
“Yeah…” Brian licked then nuzzled the warm skin of Justin’s neck.
Justin absently drew circles on Brian’s back, feeling heated dampness through the fine cotton.
“Do you think…” he began, and laughed softly.
“What?”
“Do you ever think there’ll be a first time you see me after I’ve been away when you’ll control yourself enough to fuck me on a bed?”
Brian snorted, “God, I hope not.”
“Me too,” he murmured, “Me too.” |
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| Challenge #163: first time |
[Jun. 15th, 2010|11:16 pm] |
Title: Human (challenge #163: first time)
Warnings/Author's Notes: Special thanks to fun_demented for holding my hand.
And the condom goes to: Brian and Justin
“What the fuck was that?” I was caught between laughing and being completely grossed out. It sounded like a muppet being strangled.
“That my friend, was a fart.” He lit another joint and appeared nonchalant as he blew out the smoke with extra force.
“Jesus, that’s the first time you’ve done that in front of me. Now I know we’re a real couple.”
“Shut up, Sunshine or I’ll do it again.”
Brian turned and looked at me, eyebrows raised, “What?”
“Wow, you really are human.” I was grinning widely. I couldn’t help myself.
Brian rolled his eyes, “Only with you.” |
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