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Challenge #134 Past Events [Sep. 24th, 2009|06:21 pm]
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Title: Respect
And the condom goes to:  Daphne

Brian wasn’t sure why he continued to give his father money but he remembers the first time he did it. Jack was three sheets to the wind and the Hall had called Joanie suggesting some one come get him. Brian happened to be at the house and was dispatched– only to find Jack arguing loudly about his tab when he arrived. Turns out Jack had bought a few rounds for the house but didn’t actually have any money. Brian threw a hundred on the bar– and got an impressed look from his father for the first time in his life.

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Challenge #91 Blue Lights [Nov. 19th, 2008|09:58 am]
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Title: Masterpiece
Author:  Runiebug
Notes:  S1
Condom:  Deb

The full moon lit the scene through the Captain Astro curtains, a long boy laid out like a fuckin’ Picasso Blue Piece, a scene she’d seen a thousand times, and yet. . . . .She hadn’t expected to see it again.  He was too successful, too beautiful and refined now to share a small bed under rough covers, feet sticking out.  But then something silvery gold shimmered and shifted under his arm, a muffled “Brimmmph” murmured into the dark, and when that long blue limb tightened around the halo of shine she realized she’d never seen this before, not really.
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[Nov. 15th, 2007|03:02 pm]
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Challenge # 39: Fire, fireplace, candles
Title: Wishful thinking 
Author: runiebug 
Notes: B/J 
Timeline: post 513 
Condom: Justin 

“I wish we had a fireplace,” sighed Justin, wrapped in a blanket watching the snow fly.

 “We do. Just not here.”

 Silence.

 “I wish we had a tub and candles so we could take a really hot bath together.” 

Brian’s eyebrow raised, too tired from the drive to hook the double entendre. 

“Again, we do.” 

Sigh.

 “I wish. . .” 

Brian whipped the blanket off. 

“Brian! Fuck!” 

“Just checking to see you still had a dick or if I took a wrong turn at the Lincoln Tunnel.” 

Justin hurrumphed. 

Looked up coyly. 

Purred, “You can light my fire.” 

Brian groaned. Justin laughed.
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