britin1729

“Ah, stop!”

“What for?”

“It's cold!”

“Three fucking years, and you're still complaining about cold lube?”

“Well, would it kill you to heat it up a little?”

“I'm a bit more concerned with this raging hard-on, at the moment, actually.”

“Well, I'm a bit more concerned about you trying to turn my ass into a Popsicle.”

“Fine, Sunshine, exactly what temperature would be preferable to you?”

“Forget it. It's getting warm now.”

“You mean, like it always does? Imagine that.”

“Well, why don't we stick it up your ass and see how you like it?”

“...”

“That's what I thought.”

philflam

Title:  ACHOO!
Author:  philflam
Condoms:  2 to Vic

Justin had a cold. 

Brian bought him Campbell’s chicken soup, some cold medicine, and made sure he drank lots of clear liquids.  He told Justin to get plenty of rest but then climbed in bed with him and made rest just about impossible. 

“You’re going to catch my cold!’

“You know I never get sick.  Besides, I can’t let you stay in bed all day long by yourself.”

“Brian, I’m really contag…. Oh yeah, that feels good.  But really, you should stay away from m…. Oh god”

“Still feel sick?” 

“I’m feeling better.”

The next week Brian had a cold.

#2

Brian had a cold.  He was pissed.

“Christ, I hate being, achoo, sick and it’s all your fault.”

“Hey, I told you to stay away from me last week.  It’s not my fault you couldn’t resist me.  You know, as you age your immune system slows down and you get sick more often.”

“God, kill me now!  No, better idea – come suck me off.”

“No!”

“Come on, it made you feel better.”

Brian lifted the covers. Justin looked at him, a sheen of sweat all over his body, and climbed into bed.

The next week, Justin had a cold.

britin1729

“When did it get so fucking freezing out here? It wasn't this cold when we left,” Brian complained as he marched along the street toward the jeep. But Justin wasn't paying attention.

“Hey, there's no one down that little alley back there,” he muttered to Brian, glancing sideways down the back street. “You have a condom with you?”

“Naturally. But it's too fucking cold. My dick will freeze.”

Grinning, Justin grabbed him by the hand and pulled him down the alley, shoving him against the wall. He licked his lips, sinking to his knees.

“Allow me to warm it up.”

britin1729

Michael followed his friend's cold stare to the dance floor, where an energetic blond was surrounded by an eager throng of admirers.

“Why don't you go get him?” he asked, fighting a smirk at Brian's pronounced scowl.

“What?” Brian asked, clueless, as he glanced at Michael.

“Go over and get him if you don't want him dancing with all those guys. You know he'd rather be with you.”

“Who wouldn't?” Brian asked airily.

Five minutes later, Justin's crowd of worshipers having been told quite clearly to fuck off, Michael laughed as Brian kissed the blond soundly, claiming what was his.

britin1729

Justin hated the cold.

He remembered the chill of those nights in the hospital after the bashing, covered in only that thin sheet that Brian would have described as a rag, if he had ever dropped by to see him.

He recalled the bitter iciness of Ethan's apartment, with only worn blankets, hardly thicker than the hospital's, to keep him warm.

He remembered the months he spent in New York on his creaky mattress and the old quilt he'd borrowed from Debbie before he left.

Then he snuggled deeper into Brian's warm body beside him, and forgot about the cold.

britin1729

“Yeah,” Emmett chimed in. “We're just saying...you act like a boyfriend with Justin. No big deal.”

“You're all fucking insane,” Brian muttered, his hand tightening around the drink on the counter in front of him. “I don't fucking do boyfriends.”

“What about how you're always giving him rides to school?”

“Or how you always put your arm around him whenever we go somewhere?”

“Or whenever he says he's cold, you give him your jacket?”

“You know,” smirked Emmett, “denial's not just a river in Africa.”