| Challenge #211: Closed // Challenge #212: Round Robin |
[Aug. 12th, 2012|03:54 pm] |
Hello gang...such lovely drabbles this week. They were all so brilliant and in character. *loves*
Moving on...Challenge #211: Heat wave is officially closed.
The diner  wins by 2 condoms.
CONDOM BATTLE: Award your condom to any character of your choice!
Now it's time to announce the ROUND ROBIN CHALLENGE:
made by the ever-talented ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) maybe742
I think you all know what a round robin is but in case you don't: A round-robin story is one that is started by one person and then continued successively by others in turn.
HOW IT WILL WORK.
1. Sign up in the comments telling me how many drabbles you'd like to write. For example if you want to write 5, comment with 5.
2. I will comment back, after sign ups, assigning you your place (or multiple places if you sign up for more than one) in the story. Yes, you may even get 2 in a row. :D
3. Either myself, or xie_xie_xie will write the first drabble and then you guys will take the story from there. First drabble does up Thursday evening.
4. You can come back here and request more drabble assignments at any time. (I will do my best to stay on top of this.)
5. We'll go until you guys want to stop. LOL
Questions? Ask away. Please pimp this all over!!!!!! Feel free to grab the graphic too! |
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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|03:00 pm] |
Title: Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery
Characters: Justin, Daphne, Gus, Jenny
A/N: Inspired by the Olympics and memories of my own childhood
Condom: the diner
Jenny dove into the pool; sweet relief from the hot summer's afternoon. Her legs broke the water first when she resurfaced, toes pointed perfectly.
She continued playing at being a synchronized swimmer, Gus giving her the occasional boost to shoot her out of the water, for what seemed like hours.
Justin and Daphne kept their eyes on them poolside, sipping on blended margaritas.
"God, they remind me of us when we were around Gus' age," Daphne muses.
"Totally." Justin pauses. "Shit. That was twenty years ago! Now I just feel old."
"Darling, don't worry. You still look twelve." |
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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 |
[Aug. 6th, 2012|02:33 pm] |
Title: Change
Condom: The diner
Despite Justin's assurances that nothing would change when he moved to New York, change really was inevitable. Stolen kisses and hard fucks were no longer an arm's length away. There were no nights out at Babylon, alcohol burning their throats as they headed for the backroom. There were no lazy weekends spent talking and fucking and falling in and out of sleep. But as much as things changed, they stayed the same. During visits, the usual passion caught between them like a flame, burning hot and bright. They smiled, talked, laughed, fucked, and loved. That, at least, would never change. |
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| Challenge #211: Heat Wave |
[Aug. 4th, 2012|09:09 pm] |
Title: Just Like Old Times
Condom: Babylon
“So how was it?” Daphne asked, kicking her feet and splashing Justin.
“Amazing,” Justin gushed. “I thought I knew what to expect, but it was even better than I imagined.”
“Waxing poetic about my sexual prowess again?” Brian stepped onto the patio, handing each of them a beer before joining them at the edge of the pool.
“No,” Daphne laughed. “He was telling me about his solo show. I can’t believe I missed it.”
“There’ll be others,” Brian said with a dismissive certainty. “Justin’s becoming quite the famous artiste.”
“Thank you, dear,” Justin teased, resting his head on Brian’s shoulder. |
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| Challenge #211: Heat Wave |
[Aug. 4th, 2012|01:38 pm] |
Title: Pretend
Condom: The diner
When Justin and Daphne were kids, they spent every summer together. They hung out at the pool most days, enjoying the water's respite from the heat as well as the escape from school and all the shit that came along with it. In middle school, their parents made innocent quips about the two of them getting married someday. In high school, most people were convinced they were dating. From the beginning, though neither acknowledged it, both knew it would never happen. Justin pretended not to notice the cute boys in his class, and Daphne pretended not to notice him noticing.
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| Challenge #211: Heat Wave |
[Aug. 2nd, 2012|05:05 pm] |
Title: Storm Front
Condom: The Diner
Ben sat on the porch swing, watching the storm roll in, the rain and wind finally taking the edge off the stifling heat and humidity. Dark, almost purple clouds, gathered in the distance. Ben couldn’t hear the thunder yet, but streaks of lightening flashed in the sky. It was beautiful.
“Michael?” Ben called.
“There you are!” Michael burst onto the porch. “I put fresh batteries in the flashlights and cleaned the basement.
“Relax, sit” Ben urged, taking his hand. “We have time.”
Michael sat stiffly, warily eying the clouds. Ben just pulled him close, ignoring the flashlight he still held. |
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| Challenge #211: Heat Wave |
[Jul. 31st, 2012|11:11 pm] |
Title: Words of Wisdom
Condom: The Diner
“Oh, thank God, air conditioning,” Ted breathed when they entered the diner. He immediately grabbed a handful of napkins and mopped his face.
“Teddy, we only walked three blocks,” Emmett scoffed.
“Yeah, in hundred degree heat. So why aren’t you sweating like a pig?” Ted eyed Emmett suspiciously.
“A good southerner never sweats, at least that’s what my Grandma said after a few mint Juleps,” Emmett smiled at the memory. “Air conditioning was for weak willed Northerners and fools with too much money. If our ancestors could handle the heat in corsets and petticoats, I could take it in shorts.” |
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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 #211: Heat Wave |
[Jul. 30th, 2012|09:56 pm] |
Title: A Small Sacrifice
Condom: Babylon
The city was a nightmare in the summer. As the temperature rose, tempers frayed, everyone was irritable and in a hurry to get somewhere, anywhere.
The sidewalks, the buildings, the windows seemed to magnify the heat, throwing back with blinding intensity, and it wasn’t even noon yet.
Justin walked back to his apartment and questioned his own sanity for leaving it. Then he felt the heat seeping into his hand from the cups he carried, and he smiled.
There was only one reason he’d drag himself out in this heat for overpriced lattes, and Brian would be waking up soon. |
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| Challenge # 210: CLOSED // Challenge # 211: Heat Wave |
[Jul. 30th, 2012|09:10 pm] |
WHEW...finally finished tallying up all the drabbles (yes, I had to count the condoms 3 times and the drabbles twice).
Thank you to everyone who drabbled, commented, and made this a fun success!! All the drabblers will get a prize since the fifth place was a tie. (I'll contact you in a couple of days for info on how to get you your surprise!)
jule1122 - 24 Drabbles
moonbrightnites - 21 Drabbles
britin1729 - 19 Drabbles
frantic_quest - 6 Drabbles
mander3_swish and sangwin - 3 Drabbles each!
  = 42 CONDOMS
vs.
 = 30 CONDOMS
Challenge # 211: Heat Wave
Condom Challenge: The Diner VS. Babylon
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I've got another surprise challenge planned for a couple of weeks out....have fun with this one for now! |
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