| Challenge #147: Quotes |
[Feb. 11th, 2010|12:26 am] |
Title: It's Just a Hallmark Holiday
Author's Note: Only because ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) noteverything begged. I wouldn't put you through this for just anyone. *snort*
Quote: My intuition tells me things are not going to go well tonight.
And the Condom Goes To: Pffft... Brian. The other person I will drabble for.
The cab smells like day old curry, fifty bucks to check the bag, and a forty minute delay for deicing.
All to come home for a holiday he doesn't give a shit about. That I don't give a shit about.
Michael's snoring on the sofa, there are half eaten Tai containers everywhere, and the Xbox is still running.
My intuition tells me things are not going to go well tonight.
Clothes trail the bedroom floor, I step into the steam, he turns and meets me with a smile.
OK, it might have been worth the trip. |
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| Challenge #122: Money |
[Jul. 2nd, 2009|11:47 am] |
Title: Options
Author's Notes: Thank you to noteverything for the beta. You know, while I hyperventilated.
And the condom goes to: Giving it to Justin is almost like giving it to Brian...right? To Justin
Staring at the small stickers it was hard to define what I was feeling. Pride? Validation? Hell, maybe it’s relief to not be living paycheck to paycheck for a while.
I never questioned I’d made the right decision. At least not in the light of day.
Like true north my eyes snap once again to Brian’s. Thanks to his smirk, I’m also adjusting myself once again. He’s as gorgeous today as in that first piece I sold a lifetime ago.
Even then, it was never about money.
But these small stickers give me options. I like the way that feels. |
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| Challenge #117: Scream |
[Jun. 3rd, 2009|12:05 pm] |
Title: King Kong's Return
Condom: What do you mean I can't give it to Brian? Pffft. Fine, then Daphne.
Author's Note: Thank you besa for the not beta.
My god, my God, Oh My God. My heart is racing like a sinner’s in a cyclone.
There is not enough liquor in this house to bleach that image out of my brain.
“Emmett? Honey, are you OK?” Ah, no. I’m not OK.
“With that scream I though Fay Wray had dropped by.” She thinks this is funny?
Let’s just say I will be adding a few new house rules of my own. I agreed to no more fucking on the couch, those two can lock the damn door during shower sex. And for Christmas, I’m getting Carl a waxing. |
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| Challenge #109: Cock |
[Apr. 6th, 2009|10:36 am] |
Title: Seventh Hour Sucks
Author: outlander
Timeline: S1
Condom: Brian
A/N: Unbeta'd, but had to drabble to welcome our new mod, besamislabios!
Can’t stop touching him, tasting him, tracing him with my tongue.
Orgasm is too clinical a word for how he shatters me.
Coming is too simple.
Kneeling before him, lost in him, words disappear.
“Justin. Justin? Mr. Taylor!”
With a swift kick to my chair, soft blue lights are suddenly replaced by harsh fluorescent. The class is snickering and Brickle the Bore has that pinched look on his face.
If anyone ever needed a blow job, it was Mr. Brickle.
“Now that you’re back with us, Justin, perhaps you could share your example of an Acrostic Poem with the class?” |
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| Challenge #98: Bubbles |
[Jan. 11th, 2009|01:09 pm] |
Title: Stretched Thin
Author: outlander
Notes: Thank you 4cupcakes1988 for both being my therapist and looking this over. *head desk*
Condom: Pffft. Of course it goes to Brian.
There is no fucking way I can take any more of this. My skin, my emotions, even my patience are stretched taut. Yet he makes me take it. I hover through another endless pause, straining to remain still. Finally it comes. His tongue spears me one last time in a sharp, almost pin pricking jab. I burst like an iridescent bubble, my orgasm ripped from me with a fierce exhale. The noise I make is too exhausted, too relieved to be called a moan.
I feel, more than hear, his slight chuckle tease across the back of my thigh. Twat. |
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| Outside of the Challenge.... |
[Jan. 9th, 2009|03:29 pm] |
Title: Anyone Know the Name of a Good Detailer?
Author: outlander
A drabble outside of the challenge. Written for dirtylttlescret who is trapped at work and all of my "friends" who have seen fit to laugh at the pain of my unfortunate incident. ROTF
If this makes no sense what so ever, please see this post: http://outlander.insanejournal.com/18917.html
Tightening his scarf against the bitter cold, Emmett just shook his head over the whole mess. And damn, what a mess.
The doctors are sure Michael’s going to make a full recovery, but there is no way Debbie’s going to let Carl get the assault charges against Brian dropped. Do they even allow conjugal visits at Western Pen? For Justin’s sake, he hoped so. Those two surviving three to six without each other? Not a chance.
Well, one new family rule came out of all this. No more Diet Coke for anyone, until spring. And never again in the Corvette. |
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| Challenge # 96: 'Tis The Season" |
[Dec. 30th, 2008|01:00 pm] |
Title: (No title, the 100 words were exhausting enough)
Author: outlander
Condom: Brian of course!
Notes: Prompted by suze_y's New Year's resolution post. And Brian is getting condom massacred. Desperate times call for desperate measures...
Ted vows next December he will brutally cut the dogs from his portfolio, just taking the loss. Something has to offset these gains.
Emmett’s going to delegate more. The business is getting too big to personally choose every fork, napkin and glass. Well, stemware is so critical to the overall presentation, maybe he’ll just pass on the flatware.
Michael will see JR on every holiday. Whatever it takes. And yes, Flag Day is a holiday.
Waking to a mouthful of blond hair and watching the snow fall gently on the lawn of Britin, Brian vows not to change a thing. |
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| Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures |
[Sep. 14th, 2008|06:23 pm] |
Title: Oh Baby, Take me Now!
Author: outlander
A/N: Don't make me do this again...Yes, that is a threat.
Condom: Of course, my beloved Brian
“Baby, roll over”
Brian groaned in extasy, anticipating the glory to cum.
The hazel eyed ad exec didn’t normally bottom, it made him feel way too emotionally vulnerable. Cause you know Brian’s so sexually repressed he only tops. Butt, the artist had made dinner. A carb free dinner.
The blue eyed twink pressed his steely hard rod to Brian’s fluttering hole…
(Crap, I don’t write pron so just imagine the condom, lube, other stuff…)
Knock Knock. Crap. Brian had to answer the door, cause you know, he’s Brian.
(Yeah. Gotta stop here. Apparently a drabble can only be 100 words.) |
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| Challenge #74: Secrets |
[Jul. 15th, 2008|12:18 am] |
Title: 40 is the New 30...A Chat Drabble in 10 Acts
Beta: The amazingly wonderful besamislabios. Thank you for the beta and for holding our hands.
Condom: All 10 condoms to.....Blake.
<( 40 is the New 30 ) |
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