| Round Robin Drabble 34 |
[Oct. 1st, 2012|04:16 pm] |
Title: Order
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sangwin
Drabble Number: 34, follows Not Fair
Condom: Debbie
Craig stares at Debbie. What a stupid bitch.
His eyes travel down the line of people sitting in the front row - halting on Justin.
Craig can see the echos of himself so clearly in the line of this grown man’s jaw, in the angle of his shoulders, the exact tone of his hair.
As he watches, Brian’s hand slides slowly across Justin’s shoulders, lingering on the back of his neck before draping around him. He whispers into Justin’s ear. Justin’s weight shifts towards Brian - barely closer.
Laughter bubbles from Craig’s lips. It escapes before he realizes it has spilled.
“Order.” |
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| Round Robin Drabble #26 |
[Sep. 11th, 2012|03:59 pm] |
Title: Fuck
Author: sangwin
Drabble Number: 26, follows Forward
Condom: Justin
“Brian. Just fuck me.”
Brian is impressed at Justin’s retained flexibility. Bent in half under him, he is just as soft and warm and wanting as the first fucking time.
“Fuck.”
He enters Justin in one tortuously slow motion.
Justin grabs at his back - pulling, fighting, trying to force him to move faster. He doesn’t.
Teeth grip into his shoulder, dragging over scarred, uneven tissue. Neon lights flash. Foreign sounds fill the night.
“Brian! Fuck me.”
And then he does. Justin’s heels pull him in. Again and again.
Brian’s phone vibrates on the night stand. He ignores it. Again. |
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| Round Robin Drabble 19 |
[Sep. 4th, 2012|09:43 am] |
Title: Your Fault
Author: sangwin
Drabble Number: 13, follows Clarity
Condom: Justin
He looked like Craig, but also completely unlike him. Sunken eyes and greying skin - faded, wild, and unwell.
Brian’s mind fights chaos.
While everyone froze in fear, Justin stood and was calm. The gun moved from Debbie to Justin. This was his intent; gentle voice and upheld hands attempting to dilute madness.
At first it seemed to work, until glossy eyes fell on Brian.
“You! This is all your fucking fault. ALL OF IT.”
He can remember the feel of Justin’s body slamming into his own. And then nothing....
The door opens. “Mr. Kinney, Justin is out of surgery.” |
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| Round Robin Drabble 13 |
[Aug. 29th, 2012|03:12 pm] |
Title: Ice Cold
Author: sangwin
Drabble Number: 13, follows Flash
Condom: Justin
Brian wakes up slowly.
There is some sort of terrible beeping in his ear. His body is heavy and aches.
Yes. This seems about right. Just when everything starts to feel settled and whole: SMACK. Right in your fucking face.
Brian looks around the room as much as he can without moving. Michael is asleep - curled uncomfortably - half in his chair and half on the foot of the bed. His eyes are swollen, brow worried.
The air is suddenly ice cold. Something, no, someone is missing. He would be here if he were fine.
What the fuck happened? |
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[Aug. 18th, 2012|10:01 pm] |
Title: Ready
Author: sangwin
Drabble Number: 3, follows United
Condom: Brian
Debbie is engulfed in hugs and kisses. She wipes her eyes as she welcomes affection from every direction.
Even though she is getting too big for it, she lifts Jenny Rebecca onto her hip and holds her close. No matter how much time has passed, it has always been too long.
One figure remains separate, leaning against the open door. Debbie nods at Brian through the gathered crowd.
Brian winks back at her and holds up a set of keys, jingling them lightly. “Ready?”
She takes a deep breath, adjusts JR’s weight, and reaches out for Justin’s hand.
“I’m ready.” |
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| Challenge #211: Heat Wave |
[Aug. 10th, 2012|03:30 pm] |
Title: Jennifer
Condom: The Diner
Whenever she thinks about Craig, her chest feels sharp in the exact place she previously felt a giddy sort of joy.
It is a wave of heat under her sternum. It hurts.
No matter how much time passes, she is still angry and embarrassed. She is sad. She misses her family. She can not get past what that man did (does and will continue to do) to their son.
To her son.
Sometimes she feels like she let it happen. If she had....
After too many glasses of wine and unexpected tears, Brian hands her water.
“Fuck him.” |
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| Challenge #211: Heat Wave |
[Aug. 10th, 2012|10:05 am] |
Title: Gravity
Condom: Babylon
(3/3)
A bead of sweat runs down Justin’s spine. Brian’s. Breath. Catches.
He reaches with as lips, his teeth, his whole body. He devours it.
Justin leans his head back, eyes closed and smiling.
He keeps painting.
Brian watches. And sometimes touches.
He feels like a witness to greatness. Sometimes a bystander. Sometimes part of it.
In moments like this - despite the discomfort - Brian can believe that some choices he made right.
They travel an imperfect path shaped by laughter and tragedy. They bicker. They fuck. They are together and apart.
Ever changing course but sure in destination.
Gravity. |
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| Challenge #211: Heat Wave |
[Aug. 10th, 2012|10:01 am] |
Title: Gravity
Condom: Babylon
(2/3)
A line of paint runs down Justin’s canvas. Red. Yellow. Orange.
It is the hottest summer on record and Justin’s tiny studio is a poorly-ventilated hellhole. No air conditioning. No furniture. Huge fucking window pouring in light and heat.
It smells and Brian is soaked.
He sits on the floor and watches Justin paint - shirtless and serious. Beautiful.
It is so fucking hot.
“Go to the hotel...”
Justin mixes colors like a dance and a science. One running into the next - dripping together and becoming something else entirely.
Gravity.
“.. I’ll meet you when I’m done.”
Brian stays. |
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| Challenge #211: Heat Wave |
[Aug. 10th, 2012|09:57 am] |
Title: Gravity
Condom: Babylon
(1/3)
A bead of sweat runs down Justin’s spine. So. Sticky. Slow.
It travels an imperfect path shaped by skin, and bone, and tiny hairs, and muscles that flex and pivot.
Ever changing course but sure in destination.
Gravity.
Brian’s eyes follow that single drop until it is disappears into the crack of Justin’s ass, just visible over the top of his filthy, paint-splattered jeans.
He swears Justin has been wearing that same pair of pants for years.
More beads of sweat follow. He watches them all.
Brian knows that path.
Oh how he knows. By tongue and by heart. |
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| Challenge #211: Heat Wave |
[Aug. 9th, 2012|10:49 am] |
Title: Sunscreen
Condom: The diner
Justin winces as Brian’s arm slides around his back. Brian’s forehead bunches, causing fine lines that look alarmingly like wrinkles.
Off comes Justin’s shirt, revealing bright red skin with small blisters around his shoulder blades.
Scowl.
“It was hot! I went down for a swim but I couldn’t find sunscreen. I wasn’t going to stay out....but.....I fell asleep.”
“Fucking Princess.” Brian pokes his finger into angry skin.
“Ouch!”
The next time Justin is at Britin he finds sunscreen everywhere. There is a bottle in the kitchen, his dresser, the bathroom, and at least three out by the pool. |
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| Challenge #211: Heat Wave |
[Jul. 31st, 2012|11:45 am] |
Title: Contrast
Condom: Babylon
Brian’s body crushes him against the alley wall.
There are snowflakes caught in Justin’s eyelashes. His lips are ever so slightly blue. Their breath is heavy and visible between them.
It is a study of contrasts. Pale skin and black leather. Rough brick and gentle touch. Pounding music and silent night. Tenderness and debauchery.
Darkness and street light.
The freezing air chills Justin’s exposed skin painfully. But then there is Brian, providing opposition. Close and far. Push and Pull. Inside him and out. Soft skin and so fucking hard.
It is cold outside - but it feels like a heat wave. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs. Blowjobs |
[Jul. 29th, 2012|04:03 pm] |
Title: Exception
Condom:
“Blow job or rim job?” Emmett asks, stirring his coffee.
“From you? I’ll pass,” Brian smirks.
“You’d be so lucky asshole. I mean tricks.”
“Give: blow, take: rim,” Ted answers immediately, “Michael?”
“Tricks? used to be blow jobs. Brian?”
“I don’t rim tricks. You never know where that ass has been...right Emmett?”
Emmett’s napkin hits Brian's suit as he snags a piece of Justin’s bacon.
“Liar,” Justin smiles as they walk home.”I know one hot blond trick you rimmed. Quite thoroughly.”
Brian is quiet. Justin waits for drugs as an excuse, response ready.
Brian shrugs.
“You’re the exception.” |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 27th, 2012|11:28 am] |
Title: To Rim or To Blow?
Condom:
Justin can feel the hot ghosting of Brian’s breath on the back of his balls. Lips hovering above his skin. Lingering there, whispering over that perfect place between his cock and his ass, secretive in their next move.
To rim or to blow?
His nose presses down. Hard. Justin moans and squirms. He has had enough teasing. He is sweating and shaking. He aches.
“Where do you want me?”
“Everywhere.”
And then he is - suddenly and completely covering Justin. Brian’s mouth is not on his dick or in his ass. It is against his own.
He feels it everywhere. |
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| Challenge #210: Rimming vs Blowjobs |
[Jul. 27th, 2012|09:07 am] |
Title: Sometimes It Is
Condom:
“What is rimming?”
Justin coughs, spraying champagne across the brunch table. “Jesus Mom.”
“I’m sorry but the only other person I could think to ask is Debbie. I was afraid she might tell me more than I wanted to know.”
Justin fidgets with his napkin and looks past his mother, thinking of his own introduction to the term.
“Tongue in ass.”
She looks confused.
Justin hides his face in his hands. “Licking someone’s asshole.”
It’s her turn to blush. “Well, that’s romantic,” she laughs - sarcastic and a little embarrassed.
He looks right at her and smiles. “Sometimes it is.” |
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