Challenge #91 is now closed.  Thanks to everyone who participated. 

It was a close race this week!   Debbie was awarded 12 condoms and our winner is Justin with 14 condoms!

          




This weeks Challenger:  Drew

This weeks prompt:  Jeans

The whole block lost power as Justin finished pissing.

He awkwardly stepped into the bedroom. “Say something so I can follow your voice. “

Brian chuckled; his eyes adjusted to the dark quicker than Justin’s.

Without the blue lights to guide him, Justin clumsily made his way towards Brian’s laughter. Miscalculating his steps, he fell into the bed. Justin groaned, “Fuck. I don’t even think I’m gonna be able to find your cock without the lights.”

Brian said nothing. He lifted the duvet and there in the dark, his cock stood proud, blue neon condom, ready to light Justin’s way.

britin1729

Title: Four AM, Again
Author: britin1729
Condom: Debbie

Blue light pooled around them, the duvet fell across their waists, and all Brian wanted to do was fuck his own Goddamn boyfriend. That wasn't happening.

A cry of outrage reached his ears. “Fuck you. I'm drawing whatever I want. Rage is my boyfriend.”

“Not for long if you don't get off the fucking phone,” Brian hissed. Justin glared.

“Yes, Michael, I realize we need a new villain, I just...”

“Justin...” whispered Brian. Justin held up a finger, signaling him to wait. Brian scowled.

“Well, what if Zephyr...yeah, last issue...”

Brian sighed. He was really starting to hate Rage.

britin1729

Title: Close for Comfort
Author: britin1729
Condom: Deb

Justin awoke with a gasp, heart beating wildly in his chest. After a moment, his surroundings began to sink in. The loft. His bed. His Brian.

He followed the lure of mild blue light to the alarm clock beside the bed, which now read 2:02 in the morning. All was quiet and still in the loft, and he jumped when a voice spoke from the darkness.

“Nightmare?”

Justin's eyes fell on those of his boyfriend, open and alert despite the hour. He nodded. “Yeah.”

Brian didn't say anything, but reached out an arm to wrap around him, pulling him close.

Notes: Nervously doing this one on my own.

Condom: In Justin's mouth

At first, I thought the unexpected memory was some sort of flashback from a trip on E. I realized Brian and I were dancing together as the second flash passed through my mind. Laughter pricked at my ears in rolling waves of recollection.

Brian stood before me, beside the open fridge in the kitchen. My gaze turned from his worried expression drawn towards the white light inside the appliance. The light changed to blue, reality meeting past. I swayed, and Brian brought me into his arms. The blue, I realized was a spotlight, following our bodies, lighting our perfect dance.

britin1729

Instead, he was out on the computer yet again, trying to finish even more work for Kinnetic; the to-do list was endless. He opened his eyes, the bright blue light from the computer stinging them, and wished he could just sink into darkness.

There was a rustle of movement from the bedroom.

Coming to a decision, Brian quickly shut down the computer, and went to join his boyfriend. Just this once, work could wait.

britin1729

Title: Guilty Pleasures
Author: britin1729
Condom: Debbie 

Smooth skin beneath his fingers. Blond hair tickling his chin. Warm body against his.

The soft blue light from the television was the only illumination in the loft. The volume was down, the end of some random mindless movie playing out on the screen. Justin had long since drifted off to sleep, unable to resist the heaviness of his eyelids.

Quite apart from wanting to finish the movie, Brian couldn't quite find it in himself to wake the sleeping blond in favor of retiring to their bed. He brushed a strand of hair from Justin's forehead, and closed his eyes.

tweedygal

Justin’s hand gently rubbed Brian’s thigh. Brian’s nerves sizzled with memory and elation. He gripped Justin’s hip, lifting himself so that he could slide deeper inside.

His lips and tongue found pale, glowing skin. The sweet flavor of Justin’s neck and the pitch of his moans caused Brian’s eyes to dilate into a new level of awareness.

The artist in Justin would describe the blue that painted their skin as clear, cool, calm.

But Brian took in the light wrapping around them and saw it in a totally different way.

This was the deepest, hottest, wildest color of the spectrum.

qafmaniac

tweedygal

The first time Justin declared that his favorite color was blue he was in kindergarten. The boy sitting next to him stole his prized crayon and as Justin tried to take it back, the wax crumbled in the little thief's fist. Justin cried.

Years later, with blue light highlighting Brian's body, Justin decided he loved the color blue even more. Luminescence from the lights created shadows in every shade of blue upon their skin. The color of his eyes changed in the light as he gave himself to another man for the first time. This time, Justin's tears were happy.

britin1729

Brian, not one to waste time on nonsensical reflections, would never understand how an individual could be represented by a simple color.

Yet when his eyes fell upon Justin's latest work of art, a swirling mixture of multiple shades of blue...he decided that the color represented the blond perfectly.

His eyes. So deep and filled with far more life experience than they should be, yet still somehow so innocent and true.

Second first times. Both of them bathed in blue lights, fucking sweet and slow and easy.

Clear skies, when the illuminating rays of sunshine lit up the world.

britin1729

My entire life, I'd sworn relationships were for people who didn't mind being fucked over. They could have their stupid ideas of love. I'd gladly just take the fucking part.

Then he came along, of course, and remained absolutely convinced for the longest time that I “loved” him, despite me periodically pointing out that I didn't even believe in it. Naturally, he eventually left. We both got hurt. I'd seen it coming.

So...why exactly was I sitting here, now, with him between my legs and not the fiddle fuck's, bathed in orange instead of blue lights, after he'd returned?

britin1729

The scarf. I recalled something about a scarf...out by the jeep, I remembered Brian wrapping it around my neck, playing and smiling.

Now, the dark reddish-brown stains stood out against the silky white material. It felt like a stab directly through the heart when I slowly began to remove his shirt, and there it was.

I slid it from around his neck, let it drop. It was time for him to let it go. Time for both of us to let this go.

That night, under the blue lights, I learned what it really meant to make love. 

britin1729

Title: Beautiful Dreamer
Author: britin1729
Condom: Debbie 

Justin pulled his lip between his teeth in concentration. His hand was starting to ache, but he refused to stop now, when this opportunity was so readily presenting itself. In this rare moment of peace, of utter perfection in his world, he would stop for nothing short of the apocalypse.

His pencil lightly shaded in the muscular curve of Brian's shoulders, traced his chiseled jawbone, every beautiful detail of his flawless face, illuminated by ethereal blue lights. He looked somehow unreal, far too perfect to be any more than a dream.

Yet, somehow, he remained proof that dreams were real.

britin1729

If I'd looked up, I would've seen his face, twisted in pleasure, bathed in orange. But I was enjoying too much the feeling of having him like this again. Open and insatiable and mine. Swallowing around his cock and hearing the gratifying gasp of delight above me. Kissing him. Touching him. Loving him.

I'd missed this so much.

Things had changed. A year ago, he wouldn't have told me the blow job was hot. He would've been basking in blue lights instead of orange...a year ago, I would've missed all the signs that told me he'd missed me, too.

britin1729

Sometimes you think there's something almost magical about getting lost inside pounding music, bodies moving rhythmically all around you, shutting out the world and encasing yourself in this haven.

Everywhere you look, there's glitter and flashing blue lights, playing on the walls and dancing across the skin of the mass giving themselves to the music.

And later, when you're back at home under a different set of blue lights, it's another kind of magic. It's the feel of his body over yours, locked in a different kind of dance, a different rhythm. It's more than just a haven—it's heaven.