Justin remembered the first time he'd put a condom on Brian. He'd learnt about safe sex at school, but he'd never used one before. He hadn't even touched another guy's dick before.

He remembered the first time he'd worn a condom himself. It had felt weird, but the subsequent events had more than consoled him.

He remembered secretly teaching himself - with a cucumber - how to put a condom on with his mouth. Brian had been impressed, not to mention turned on.

And he certainly planned to remember tonight.

The last time he was going to put a condom on Brian.

Title: Without
Author's Note: This one just hit me... I hope it turned out okay. Also, I need Ben/Michael icons.
Condom: Nipple licking

I stared up at the miracle supporting himself on his arms to either side of me, looking down at me.

A miracle.

A phenomenon - a comet about to go out.

All my poetic smoothness had gone awry ever since he had arrived with the news.

I wanted to ask, "How long again?" But I knew it was, "I have two months. Tops."

His dark brown eyes shone moistly and I pulled him down for a kiss, long and slow.

"It's okay, baby. Michael..."

He smiled. It hurt.

"Some consolation."

He picked up a condom.

On the ground it went.

Title: Highschool Sweetheart
Condom: Nipple licking
Author's Note: I suddenly had this one wanting to be written... Not sure if I'm happy with it. But I couldn't stop thinking of it.
Condom: Nipple licking

His flat breath was brushing against my neck. His glasses came off.

My tits felt heavy in their bra, but I know they'd feel heavier once it came off. I stared up at him.

"We - we're really gonna do this, huh."

Even my big fucking mouth was a little lop-sided with nervousness. Well, it wasn't the only one. Only, usually he was a bit shy. It's what I loved about Danny. Bookish outside, big heart.

He stared down at me.

"I guess."

There was a silence. He must have read my mind.

"It's okay, Deb. I've got a condom."

„I am embellishing the loft for Justin.“

„That's great, sonny boy.“ I said, a little distracted.

After a while:

„Dada, can I have some more of those fun balloons?“

I looked up, surprised.

Gus held up a pink inflated condom, waving it happily, obviously satisfied with his work. The whole sleeping area was full of more or less inflated sausage-colored latex balloons.

Not being able to fuck Justin after one week of separation because my son used up all our condoms for decoration wouldn't be so funny. But Gus hadn't found our secret stash in the shower.

After Brian had given me that safe-sex talk I knew I shouldn't have needed, he kept holding me for a long while before he fell asleep. I stared at the ceiling and felt young and stupid.

The next night he took me home from Woody's without even stopping at Babylon.

After kissing me lazily for a while, he pulled a small packet from the nightstand and pressed it into my hand. He was rock hard against my thigh, but something in his lips and his eyes gave him away.

"Fun and safe don't exclude each other, sunshine."