| Challenge #125: Closed // Challenge #126: Quotations |
[Jul. 29th, 2009|04:42 pm] |
Challenge #125 is officially closed. Thanks to everyone who drabbled.
Brian is our winner with 14 condoms.
 
Challenge #126: Quotations
This is based on a previous prompt, so the idea certainly isn't mine. I'm just borrowing a good idea for this round. Hope you'll like it, and find it inspirational.
Rules for this challenge:
-You must use the quote in a drabble.
-The quote must be used out of context.
-Do not rewrite the scene it was in.
( quotes are here, one from each character... )
This week it's BRIAN VS. JENNIFER.
Have fun! |
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| Challenge #125: Season 3 |
[Jul. 28th, 2009|11:47 pm] |
Title: Turn a Deaf Ear
Notes: Thank you to my incredible beta ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) noteverything
Condom: Brian
Brian flexed his aching hand, staring at it in disbelief. He’d hit Michael, something he swore he’d never do. But Michael’s words echoed in his head. You might as well have just left him lying there. There was no fucking way Brian could let Michael finish that sentence, not knowing how it ended.
Not when that image still haunted his dreams. Christ, he’d rather have Justin alive and fucking every love-struck fool at PIFA than lying motionless in a pool of blood. Brian had never said those words, but Michael had always understood the things he couldn’t say. Until now. |
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| *Challenge #125: Season Three* |
[Jul. 28th, 2009|03:46 pm] |
Title: Relax
Notes: Thank you to my terrific beta, jule1122!
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney.
Justin pulled Brian closer, circling his waist with his legs. Their groans filled the loft as Brian’s hips snapped again and again into Justin’s. Brian reached between them to wrap his hand around Justin’s cock, and with a low moan, he came, pulsing hard into Justin’s ass.
After a bit, Justin stirred, reaching for his clothes.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to work. Duncan’s expecting those mock-ups."
“Relax,” Brian grinned, reaching up to tug Justin back down to the bed. “I talked to Duncan before we left for lunch and told him you’d be working under me this afternoon.” |
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| Challenge #125: Season 3 |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|09:49 pm] |
Title: Going Up
And the Condom Goes To: Brian
I push him up against the elevator wall and press myself roughly against his back. My neighbors will have to take the fucking stairs for the next few minutes because this ride is out of order while my dick reacquaints itself with Justin’s ass.
I shove his pants down and quickly finger open his ass before thrusting my impatient cock inside his hot little hole, our moans echoing together as the cage bumps to a stop on my floor.
He twists his neck, his lips meeting mine as we explode together.
“Reunion sex rocks” he whispers. I pant my agreement. |
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| *Challenge #125: Season Three* |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|06:29 pm] |
Title: After Work
Notes: Thank you to my dear besamislabios for the not-beta. There was a moment of concern when she thought Bob and Brad were twins, but we've concluded they're not. And if they are, then it's *really* weird. :D
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney
Justin was on the floor, howling with laughter. “I couldn’t believe it! Brad and Bob boffing in the bathroom!” Wiping at his eyes, Justin snatched the joint from Brian’s lips.
Brian chuckled, grabbing the joint back and holding it out of Justin’s reach. “Those dimwits were made for each other.”
Reaching over to pull Justin to him, he kissed him, his tongue licking slowly over Justin’s lower lip before he pushed into his mouth. After a moment he stopped and said, “Besides, you shouldn’t be gossiping about work.”
Stealing the joint back again, Justin smiled and said, “Yes, Mr. Kinney.” |
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| Challenge #125: Season 3 |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|06:24 pm] |
Title: Every Boy's Dream
Author's Note: With gratitude and admiration for the wonderful noteverything who beta'd this for me.
And the condom goes to: Brian
Admit our failure...and let him go.
Hunter's guts knotted as he recalled overhearing Ben's words.
"What the fuck am I gonna do!"
Michael and Ben would only keep him if they thought they were helping, so he needed a plan if he wanted to stay.
Glancing around the little bedroom, taking in the cheap pictures, the cramped bed, and the ugly fuchsia dresser, Hunter admitted to himself that maybe he did. A room of his own wasn’t every boy's dream, but it was more than he'd had in years, and the first thing ever that didn't come with strings. |
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| Challenge #125: Season 3 |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|06:24 pm] |
Title: Mercy
Author's Note: Thank you so much, noteverything. You are an amazing beta, and an even more amazing person.
And the condom goes to: Mr. Kinney
Emmett reminded himself that he was simply asking a favor of a friend, he wasn't groveling or begging. He had his pride, and begging for mercy from Brian, of all people, rankled. Brian was already too smug, too arrogant, too sure of his place at the top of the food chain. The great god Kinney.
So Emmett would ask, but not even for his sweet Teddy would he ever beg Brian for anything.
Resolving to be firm, calm and drama-free, he smiled weakly at Brian's assistant. "Please tell Mr. Kinney that Mrs. Ted Schmidt is here, and it's urgent." |
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| Challenge #125: Season 3 |
[Jul. 27th, 2009|05:11 pm] |
Title: Band of Gold
And the Condom Goes To: Brian
I watched him sitting alone at the bar, looking as sad and pensive as he had in those last few weeks before he finally left me.
I felt a spark of anger at the fiddler for allowing the veil of insecurity to settle once again on my boy’s shoulders.
I approached him casually, ignoring the teasing tendrils of lust that appeared whenever I ventured too close to him.
I hadn’t been able to give him what he needed, and so I’d let him go. I tapped the band of gold encircling his finger reminding us both it’s what he wanted. |
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| Challenge #125: Season Three |
[Jul. 26th, 2009|09:07 am] |
Title: Beneath
Notes: Thank you to jule1122 for the wonderful beta.
Condom: Brian Kinney
The bells jingle, announcing Justin’s entrance. He ties on his apron and sets to work. Brian watches him, studies the way Justin’s t-shirt clings across his shoulders and gathers around his hips. It reminds Brian of the graceful slope of Justin’s back as it dips inward to meet the plump curve of Justin’s ass.
Justin bends over a table, exposing denim fit snugly between his legs. Brian remembers the salty-sweet taste hidden there, the tender skin; as familiar to Brian as the feel of his own cock...
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
They say nothing else to one another...
Still... it’s a start. |
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| Challenge #125: Season Three |
[Jul. 24th, 2009|09:26 pm] |
Title: Not Everything
Condom: Brian
Brian wondered vaguely if anyone had ever died from possession withdrawal. Especially when those possessions included expensive furniture, possibly the loft they'd lived in for fucking years, and their dream car. Yes, fine. He'd played the hero—saved the day in the nick of time, or whatever lame superhero cliché Michael and Justin would be throwing at him for weeks. He wondered if it was worth sacrificing everything he'd worked for. Then he caught the pride in Justin's voice, felt his lips curl into a smile, and decided that as long as he had this...life couldn't be that bad. |
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| Challenge #125: Season Three |
[Jul. 24th, 2009|09:20 pm] |
Title: Best Laid Plans
Condom: Brian
In my head, I had it all planned out: help Stockwell win the election, get what I needed, and get the fuck out. Move on to bigger and better things, and leave this all behind. And in the very back of my mind, the part where I considered things I'd never admit to thinking, I'd run over the conversation in my head more than once. The one where I'd ask Justin to come with me, to the art capital of the world. (I figured that was a pretty good selling point.) Of course, plans had a tendency to be rearranged.
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| Challenge #125: Season Three |
[Jul. 24th, 2009|09:15 pm] |
Title: Never Letting Go
Condom: Brian
We've been at it for hours. My ass is sore, my body utterly spent. His arm is thrown across my back, and it occurs to me to roll over, but I seriously doubt I have the energy. “I should go,” I say suddenly. “Daphne's going to be worried—I didn't tell her I was staying.” “She'll figure it out,” he says, which is probably true. She knows where I am; she isn't stupid. Still...I don't want to assume I have the right to stay. His fingers thread through my hair as he whispers, “Don't leave.” And so I don't. |
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| Challenge #125: Season Three |
[Jul. 24th, 2009|01:55 pm] |
Title: Gravity
Notes: Sincere thanks to noteverything for her valuable, helpful beta.
Condom: Brian Kinney
Justin exited Woody’s and looked up at the empty night sky. He shivered, though the whiskey he drank earlier should’ve kept him warm.
He arrived at Ethan’s building; a place he’d thought would eventually become home, and headed up to the rooftop. They made love there once, sharing red wine from glasses Ethan found at a yard sale.
Justin looked up, facing skyward as the first snowflakes appeared. They swirled like loose feathers, spiraling downward, slowly succumbing to gravity, yet dissolving before touching his skin.
The thought clicked into place, they were like Ethan.
He saw but didn’t feel them. |
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| *Challenge #125: Season Three* |
[Jul. 23rd, 2009|05:06 pm] |
Title: I Never Loved Him, Part II
Notes: Always, thanks to my beta, jule1122.
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney
It only took a few minutes to make the call about tuition and not much longer to pack up the computer. All that was left was to sit back and wait for Justin to arrive.
After a perfunctory token protest, Justin accepted the tuition, and although he seemed surprised that Brian wanted him to take the computer as well, he didn’t turn it down.
After Justin left, Brian sat in the dwindling light with the glow of Brando on the television and told himself again and again, “A deal’s a deal.” It had nothing at all to do with love. |
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| *Challenge #125: Season Three* |
[Jul. 23rd, 2009|04:21 pm] |
Title: I Never Loved Him, Part I
Notes: Thank you to my fabulous beta, jule1122! She does *wonders,* I tell you!
And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney
Brian had been repeating it all week. He’d never loved Justin. Why the hell didn’t anyone believe him when he said he was fine without him?
He’d picked up the phone three times before he finally made the call. By the time he arrived at the loft, Brian was well-fortified with alcohol and marijuana. And when he had him naked and spread out on the bed, it almost worked, even if the hair under Brian’s fingers wasn’t quite the exact shade and the noises he made had the wrong timbre.
It wasn’t right, but it was all he had. |
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| Challenge #124: Closed // Challenge #125: Season Three |
[Jul. 22nd, 2009|08:59 pm] |
Challenge #124 is officially closed. Thanks to all who played!
CONDOM BATTLE
 
He beat Vic SIX TO ONE.
Tune in this week to see who wins: Brian vs. Emmett
CHALLENGE #125: Season Three |
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