| Challenge #121: Closed // Challenge #122: Money |
[Jul. 1st, 2009|11:00 pm] |
Challenge #121 is now closed. Thank you to everyone who drabbled.
Justin is the hands-down winner with 13 condoms!!!
 
The new prompt is money.
And Justin's new challenger is Daphne.
Have fun drabbling! |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 30th, 2009|06:09 pm] |
Title: Better Than Snookums
Condom: Justin
“So what’s it like?” Daphne asked after a week.
“Not bad,” Justin shrugged. “Not as cool as living with Brian, but better than home. Except. . .”
“Except what?” Daphne prodded, not wanting to think about how Justin couldn’t go home. As much as her parents annoyed her, she couldn’t imagine living somewhere else.
“Debbie calls me Sunshine,” Justin complained. “All the time.”
Daphne giggled. “It could be worse.”
“Whatever. I have to go, or I’ll be late for work.” Justin bumped her gently before turning away.
“See you later, Sunshine!” Daphne called out, laughing even harder when Justin flipped her off. |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|04:37 pm] |
Title: Climate Change (sequel to L.A. Sunshine)
And the Condom Goes to: Sunshine
“I miss you too, Brian.”
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose at the longing he heard in Justin’s voice.
“Why twat, did you run out of stars to fuck already? My I did teach you well, didn’t I?”
Brian struggled to keep the tone light, certain that news of six more months without Sunshine would be forthcoming.
“No asshole, I haven’t fucked my way through Gay Hollywood and I don’t intend to.” Justin sounded pissed now.
Damn, he sounded fucking hot!
“I called to say pick me up at the airport tomorrow at 10am. I’m coming home.”
Brian smiled. |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|12:41 pm] |
Title: L.A. Sunshine
And the Condom Goes To: Sunshine, of course!
Justin stepped out into the warm L.A. sunshine, squinting as he struggled to slip on his sunglasses while using his shoulder to cradle his cell phone against his ear.
“Hey,” he murmured as the sound of Brian’s voice immediately soothed his frazzled nerves. “How’s tricks?”
He smiled at the snort he heard in reaction to his deliberate choice of words.
“Tricks are fucking fabulous Hollywood, but there seems to be a dearth of teenage stalker twinks here in the Pitts. Any suggestions?”
Justin’s smile widened as he heard the hidden message beneath the flippant response.
“I miss you too, Brian.” |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|10:24 am] |
Title: Vacation - Fucking Cowboys
Author's Notes: Part 5 of 5. The lovely ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) notreallyme10 generously beta'd this for me.
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor
"Fucking miniature umbrellas, fucking conga dancing, fucking cowboys" Justin mutters, shouldering the loft door open, a shudder passing over his body at the memory of the only country song the band knew being played every time a cowboy requested a song! And being a gay-friendly cruise, there were a lot of fucking cowboys!
"I'm just glad to be somewhere the liquor isn't mixed with cane sugar."
"I'm actually glad to see snow! I have had enough fucking sunshine for a while!"
"Au contraire, Mon chéri, one can never get enough fucking sunshine." Smiling, Justin is led to the bedroom. |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|10:24 am] |
Title: Vacation - Speechless
Author's Notes: Part 4 of 5. The lovely notreallyme10 generously beta'd this for me.
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor
"We are lucky we didn't get thrown off of the ship!" Justin's face was as red as his swim trunks.
"No, we're lucky we finished just before every fag in the Caribbean descended on our little lovenest."
"For a moment, the Purser was actually speechless."
"He must have gotten a look at my cock!" Smirk firmly in place.
*Snort* "I wish he'd stayed speechless...Christ I go from having your cock up my ass, to a completely different kind of ass-reaming in a matter of seconds."
"Yeah, who knew the Sunshine Deck was where they conducted the lifeboat drills?" |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|10:24 am] |
Title: Vacation - Swim Trunks
Author's Notes: Part 3 of 5. The lovely notreallyme10 generously beta'd this for me.
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor
"I found a nice spot on the top deck, and a naughty deckhand to unfurl my mainsail...I could not hate the gay cruise line."
Justin came out into the stateroom tying his swim trunks. They were so thin Brian could make out every ridge of his dick.
"You okay going out, you were about to vomit to death 24 hrs ago?" Brian tested how easily he could reach down the back of the trunks.
Justin snaked an arm around Brian's neck, licked his mouth and whispered assuredly, "Come on, Brian, it's been days since you fucked me in the sunshine!" |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|10:24 am] |
Title: Vacation - Charming
Author's Notes: Part 2 of 5. The lovely notreallyme10 generously beta'd this for me.
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor
"Brian, can't you go fuck a cabin boy or something. Until that new motion-sickness patch starts working I am not leaving this bathroom!"
"But you are so charming when you're sick, a veritable Mary Fucking Sunshine!"
"Fuck you, Brian... Oh, God!" Ignoring the violent retching, Brian dampens a washcloth.
"Remind me to make you fire Cynthia when we get back."
"As brilliant as she is, can we really make her responsible for the weather?"
"Not for the weather, for booking us a stateroom together." Justin snatches the cool cloth that is pressed to his face.
"As I said, charming" |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|09:04 am] |
Title: Vacation - Eloped
Author's Notes: Part 1 of 5. The lovely notreallyme10 generously beta'd this for me.
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor
Justin made his way through the maze of glistening, sun-drenched male bodies as Brian was closing his phone.
"Hey, who was that?"
"Mikey talked to Ted and found out I was on vacation. He wanted to know why I didn't tell anyone."
"What did you tell him? If my mother finds out I didn't come home when I had the chance..."
"I told him we eloped. Don't worry, he won't tell a soul."
"Asshole. What did you really tell him?"
"I told him that while his miserable ass is freezing in 3 feet of snow, I'm here enjoying the sunshine." |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|08:49 am] |
Title: Clouds
Author's Notes: The lovely notreallyme10 generously beta'd this for me.
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor
Outside Michael's bedroom, Debbie can hear the hushed voices and the squeaking of the old bed. He's here again. She knows that when she looks in on them later, they will be asleep, curled together like puppies. She also knows that in the morning she'll see a black eye, or bruises or maybe nothing visible at all, but there will be a darkening of the clouds in those eyes. Eyes, too frequently, bleak and dark.
As she sheds the tears she won't show tomorrow, Debbie whispers "God, how about you give the fucking kid a little sunshine in his life!" |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 28th, 2009|08:02 am] |
Title: Karaoke Night
Author's Notes: Thank you to notreallyme10 for the beta.
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor
"I've got sunshine on a cloudy day..."
"My Girl? Fucking Seriously?!"
"Oh Brian, I think it's sweet!"
"Come on, Lindz, even I have to agree with Brian on this"
"Now Mel, don't do something hasty, which could cause the earth to veer off its axis."
"Time could go backwards like with Superman, right Teddy?"
"Michael, Baby, do you remember when you sang to me...?"
"That was singing, Ben? I thought he was in pain. Lots of pain."
"Justin, Michael took singing lessons as a child…!”
"WOULD YOU PEOPLE SHUT THE FUCK UP SO I CAN HEAR MY DREWSY SING TO ME!!!" |
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| *Challenge #121: Sunshine* |
[Jun. 27th, 2009|11:27 pm] |
Title: I'll Bring the Sun
Notes: Thank you to the wonderful jule1122 for the beta.
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor
Brian’s day had been for shit. He’d woken with a raging headache and a raging hard-on and no Justin to help him with either.. He drove to work in the pouring rain, not realizing he didn’t have an umbrella until he stopped for coffee.
He had promised Justin he’d pick him up from school that day, but was 30 minutes late because he’d been stuck on a conference call. Even so, Justin got in cheerfully, dripping all over the leather seats, and flashed him a smile.
And just like that, Brian felt better. All he’d needed was a little Sunshine. |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 27th, 2009|08:35 pm] |
Title: Radiance
Author's Notes: Thank you to the lovely notreallyme10 for the beta.
And the condom goes to: The ubiquitous Justin Taylor
As the mask slides into place, Brian's mind, ironically, fights the drugs. Focusing instead on a kaleidoscope of worries. Did he make the right decision to have the surgery? Were Ted and Cynthia fucking destroying Kinnetik? What about the changes he'd had made to his will?
On and on...
The anesthesiologist tells him to relax and focus on being somewhere sunny and beautiful. Brian tries to envision the flawless beaches, azure water and radiant sunshine of Ibiza.
But, as he slowly floats into unconsciousness, his mind conjures up flawless skin, azure eyes, and the radiance of a completely different sunshine. |
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| *Challenge #121: Sunshine* |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|10:33 pm] |
Title: It's a Sunshine Day
Notes: Thank you to my invaluable beta, jule1122. From a bunny from the ultimate bunny, happier_bunny!
And the condom goes to: Justin Taylor, of course!!
Sunshine fills the loft as Justin wakes, shafts of golden light dancing across his face. Brian is between his legs, kissing along the insides of his thighs and pushing them apart as he nuzzles languorously down to his ass. He stops, hair sticking up in a million different directions, and looks up sleepily at Justin.
“Mornin’” he drawls before he pushes Justin over onto his stomach and buries his face in his ass again. Justin stretches lazily and closes his eyes against the sunlight, content to relax and let Brian do all the work. He loves waking up with Brian. |
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| Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|11:33 am] |
Title: Instantly Brighter
Author's Note: I'm not exactly certain that this fits the theme, but...whatever.
Condom: Hunter
A blond head pops up at my door and my day becomes instantly brighter. He shuts the door and just stands there with his back pressed against it for a while, watching me, his eyes boring into mine, bottom lip pulled between his teeth. The flush on his cheeks and the dark blue of his eyes tell me that he's been thinking about this all day. He unbuttons the snaps on his jeans and moves his hand lower, past the nest of pubes and down into his pants, stroking himself. A low growl escapes my lips. “C'mere,” I say. |
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| Challenge #120: Closed // Challenge #121: Sunshine |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|09:47 pm] |
Times up! Pencils down! Challenge #120 is closed.
CONDOM BATTLE:
The winner with 7 is  
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Challenge #121: Sunshine*
It's time for Ben to retire so our new battle is between: JUSTIN v. Hunter
*thanks to fun_demented for the prompt |
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