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.