| Challenge #158: Closed // Challenge #159: Handjobs |
[May. 13th, 2010|08:05 pm] |
Thanks to all who drabbled!
Challenge #158 is officially closed.
  The Backroom!
Challenge #159: Handjobs
Condom Battle: The Backroom vs. Justin's Room at Deb's |
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| Challenge # 158: Jeans |
[May. 12th, 2010|10:26 am] |
Title: Bad Day
And the Condom Goes To: The Back Room
Brian’s day had been for shit.
The bank delayed releasing the funds to complete Kinnetik’s renovations, and the fickle fag he’d pegged as art director had quit after two fucking days.
He slid open the loft door, and immediately knew his night was fucked too.
Judging by the fucking mess in the bedroom, Justin had left in a hot hurry, no doubt avoiding another confrontation about the sheer fucking stupidity of playing war games with that little shit, Cody.
Brian knelt next to Justin’s discarded jeans, and touched the empty gun holster that was lying there like a blood-soaked scarf. |
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| Challenge #158: Jeans |
[May. 11th, 2010|11:58 am] |
Title: Welcome Home
Author's Note: Cause I promised ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) frantic_quest I would! Hey, Frannie! Thank you to the lovely suze_y for her quick and dirty beta!! :D
And the condom goes to: The Backroom
He pulls almost completely out, and when he slides back inside me he pushes even deeper. Grinding into me. Hard.
The pinch of pain from the zipper biting into my ass only escalates the pleasure from the head of his cock stroking my prostate. The constant friction from the rough material has the backs of my bare thighs and calves hot and sensitized. The rivets and metal button feel like ice chips touching my overheated skin.
Burying his nose in the sweaty brown hair at the nape of my neck, his hands tighten and he stills, grunts softly, then sighs. |
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| challenge 158: jeans |
[May. 11th, 2010|06:41 am] |
Title: Brian Kinney doesn’t do relationships (challenge #158: jeans)
Warnings/Author's Notes: …early on.
And the condom goes to: Boy Toy
The kid has options. Lots of them.
I look at the torn bits of paper and business cards I had crinkled out of the back pocket of his jeans when I was trying to find some matches. Names. Numbers. Opportunities.
I find a lighter on the nightstand and then feel this bitter, hot impulse to burn that shit.
My heart pounds.
I bite the inside of my cheek and I watch him sleep on Mikey’s old bed. I leave quietly and spend the next two nights at the baths.
I forget to smoke until I see him again. |
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| Challenge #157: Closed // Challenge #158: jeans |
[May. 6th, 2010|10:41 pm] |
Thanks to all this weeks drabblers!
Challenge #157 is officially closed.
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  (the backroom)
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Challenge #158: jeans
Condom Battle: the Backroom v. Boy Toy
Happy Drabbling! |
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