Title: Protests
[gosh I really hate coming up with titles; I wish I could just label each one "[untitled]" or something]
Warnings/Author's Notes: http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/5248/brians1promo.jpg
And the condom goes to: Debbie

Justin halted just inside the door.  “What are you doing?”

Brian pulled his dripping head back from the running faucet and glared at Justin.  “Since you insisted on jumping me this morning, I now don’t have time to take a fucking shower.”

“You weren’t complaining when your cock was down my throat,” Justin reminded.

“Yeah, well, during sex, I think with my dick and your mouth was doing a great job muting its thoughts.”

Justin smiled at the disguised compliment.  “I admit ignoring those muffled protests coming from your dick.”

Brian grunted and put his head back into the sink.

Title:  The TIGI Bed Head Trend
Warnings/Author's Notes: I have short hair, and I wish to one day make peace with my bedhead.
And the condom goes to: Ben

Brian slapped his hand over the tap, effectively pinning Justin’s hand and the water tap down.  “For the last time, Justin, we do not have time for a shower,” Brian said, enunciating each word clearly.

Justin whined, pulling on his most pitiful face.  “But I slept pinned under you,” Justin motioned to one side of his flat head, “and the bed!” he exclaimed, waving at the other.

“Yeah, well, you youngsters have lots of new, trendy fads.  You can be the revolutionary leader of the new I-look-like-shit style, Sunshine.”

Justin wavered considerably under Brian’s skilful persuasion.  “I guess…the bedhead look…”

Title: Sunday, Lovely Sunday
Warnings/Author's Notes: I love this prompt :)
And the condom goes to: Debbie

Brian desperately clung to the last tendrils of sleep, but Justin’s eyelashes were slowly tickling him into consciousness.  He grumbled in protest when Justin blinked against his arm again.  “Fucking twat… waking me…it’s Sunday.”

Brian felt those eyelashes inch higher up his arm as Justin glanced at him.  With a sigh, Brian forfeited sleep and settled for his morning dosage of Justin instead.

Justin smiled and kissed Brian’s arm when he felt fingers threading through his hair.  Reaching up, he took hold of Brian’s head; gripping the matted bedhead hair, Justin tugged and smoothed hardened strands moulded against the pillowcase.

Title: Stories of Brian
Author's notes: These drabbles all revolve around the same idea, but written so that they can be read in any order and still make sense, so they are individual drabbles on their own :)  It's about Brian because, as you can see (read), all Justin can think about is Brian.  On a side note, although Daphne is one of my favourite characters, Ted is being absolutely condom-slaughtered!  So...
The condom goes to: Tedx4

Justin felt he must be going insane.  He tried to derail his thoughts and think of something else, squinting once more at the picture his teacher held up at the front of the room; it was a photograph of a coffee mug.  All Justin could recall was the sweet kiss Brian planted on his lips when he left for work: it tasted like black coffee.

“Now remember class, for this writing assessment, pen down the first thought these picture evoke.”

Justin sighed and decided to write the evasive truth: “A lover’s coffee-flavoured kiss.”

The next picture was of a towel.

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