When Brian looks at my work for the first time since the GLC carnival, he studies it, runs his finger along a rough canvas edge, nods appraisingly.

„It's good. You've been working hard.“

Instead of respondig I push him onto the next best chair and climb on him, feeling my heart trying to overflow. He grabs my hand.

No matter how hard he worked and how often he saw me slaving away day and night with my gimp hand, Ethan insisted on calling me „his little genius“, always commenting on my outstanding talent.

Brian knows.

Talent isn't everything.

Justin remembered the first time he'd put a condom on Brian. He'd learnt about safe sex at school, but he'd never used one before. He hadn't even touched another guy's dick before.

He remembered the first time he'd worn a condom himself. It had felt weird, but the subsequent events had more than consoled him.

He remembered secretly teaching himself - with a cucumber - how to put a condom on with his mouth. Brian had been impressed, not to mention turned on.

And he certainly planned to remember tonight.

The last time he was going to put a condom on Brian.

Title: Without
Author's Note: This one just hit me... I hope it turned out okay. Also, I need Ben/Michael icons.
Condom: Nipple licking

I stared up at the miracle supporting himself on his arms to either side of me, looking down at me.

A miracle.

A phenomenon - a comet about to go out.

All my poetic smoothness had gone awry ever since he had arrived with the news.

I wanted to ask, "How long again?" But I knew it was, "I have two months. Tops."

His dark brown eyes shone moistly and I pulled him down for a kiss, long and slow.

"It's okay, baby. Michael..."

He smiled. It hurt.

"Some consolation."

He picked up a condom.

On the ground it went.

Title: Highschool Sweetheart
Condom: Nipple licking
Author's Note: I suddenly had this one wanting to be written... Not sure if I'm happy with it. But I couldn't stop thinking of it.
Condom: Nipple licking

His flat breath was brushing against my neck. His glasses came off.

My tits felt heavy in their bra, but I know they'd feel heavier once it came off. I stared up at him.

"We - we're really gonna do this, huh."

Even my big fucking mouth was a little lop-sided with nervousness. Well, it wasn't the only one. Only, usually he was a bit shy. It's what I loved about Danny. Bookish outside, big heart.

He stared down at me.

"I guess."

There was a silence. He must have read my mind.

"It's okay, Deb. I've got a condom."

After Brian had given me that safe-sex talk I knew I shouldn't have needed, he kept holding me for a long while before he fell asleep. I stared at the ceiling and felt young and stupid.

The next night he took me home from Woody's without even stopping at Babylon.

After kissing me lazily for a while, he pulled a small packet from the nightstand and pressed it into my hand. He was rock hard against my thigh, but something in his lips and his eyes gave him away.

"Fun and safe don't exclude each other, sunshine."

Michael had only meant to come and throw Brian out of bed, cuss him out for leaving everything behind like he didn't care.

When he slid the door of the loft open, quietly, he halted.

Like a careless brushstroke of ink, Brian's silhouette arched black over Justin's sleeping face on the bed. His hand ran gently through blond hair, knuckles brushing over cheekbones almost reverently. Clearly he didn't want him to wake up. To know of him doing this.

Brian looked up.

His shadowed expression didn't change but Michael backed out anyway, knowing he wouldn't say anything the next day.

"I've got a fever, haven't I?"

His forehead is burning up.

"That's what you get for making me walk around the block with you for two fucking hours at fucking one in the morning."

I don't mention it was his nightmares that made him restless.

A sigh.

He smells of sweat, of damp cotton and the mind boiling between his temples.

"Thanks for the soup," he mutters and slurps dutifully. A true wreck, but it's my wreck, therefore above criticism.

"Just so I can get back to fucking your brains out soon."

"I never thanked you for -"

"Eat up."