| 12 YEARS of CHRISTMAS |
[Dec. 11th, 2007|11:19 pm] |
![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) _alicesprings and I want to retread one of our favorite Christmas fics.
The story is THE TWELVE YEARS OF CHRISTMAS by LJ's bigboobedcanuck and each ficlet holds a glimpse into the future of The Brian/Justin love...and I WORSHIP them all.
YEAR ONE
"Look, there's no way I'm decking the halls." Brian decided to try a new approach. "Christmas is just a big commercial holiday anyway, it's all about materialism now," he said, disdainfully.
"Exactly. This holiday was made for you."
Brian shot Justin another glare as he shifted back into gear. "Yeah, well, we're not getting a fucking tree."
YEAR TWO
“So,” he whispered into Justin’s ear, “Have you been naughty or nice?”
YEAR THREE
As Brian undid the buckle on Justin’s belt, the molecules of air in the room shifted, and Justin could feel all eyes on them, could hear the whispers that ricocheted off the dark walls. Then Brian’s mouth was on his cock, and Justin didn’t think about anything else.
YEAR FOUR
Anyone who quotes THE GRINCH, owns me: Suddenly Brian saw a sign ahead: Cut Your Own Xmas Tree at Holiday Harry’s Fun Farm! “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“What? It’ll be fun, Scrooge McDuck. Maybe your heart will grow three sizes too big.”
Brian sneered, “That was the Grinch.”
“I know, but you get the point.” He smiled. “It’s Christmas, don’t you want the full experience?”
Brian let his expression answer for him.
YEAR FIVE
“Do you have any idea how long I'm going to have to spend on the treadmill next week? At least you still have the world’s fastest metabolism.”
“That's true,” Justin said, smiling cockily.
YEAR SIX
“If you puke anywhere near this bed, you’re sleeping downstairs tonight. Actually, you’re sleeping downstairs anyway, for that little stunt you pulled.”
Justin giggled. “Have fun at the mall tomorrow. Well, today, actually, since it’s already morning. Bring me back some lunch, okay?”
YEAR SEVEN
The next person up was a lipstick lesbian whose friends made her sing“I Touch Myself.” When she started acting out the song, the crowd wentcrazy, and Brian’s hand moved up Justin’s thigh.
Justin leaned over. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“If I have to explain it to you, then I really didn’t teach you enough when you were a lad
~SORRY guys, I have to stop doing the quotes. My computer is acting weird and I want to get this up!
YEAR EIGHT
YEAR NINE
YEAR TEN
YEAR ELEVEN
YEAR TWELVE
We hope you guys enjoy these as much as we do!
ION, bigboobedcanuck just had a new original holiday fic published. It's called EIGHT NIGHTS...go check it out! I've read it and it was lovely!
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