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Fire and Ice

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“What is that?” Brian pointed to the cardboard tube in the freezer.

Justin laughed picked it up and removed a condom from the edge.

“You made a frozen cock?”

“I read about it, wanted to see if it would work.”

Justin rolled the condom off of it and there was a perfectly shaped and somewhat dauntingly sized dildo of ice.

Brian laughed. “How hot should I make your as before we use it?”

Justin blushed but when Brian sat down he laid his body across Brian’s lap. The first slap was only the warm up, he knew it, and smiled.

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Motivation

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It was 7:42pm on a Sunday. Justin groaned, “We said we were gonna get out of bed.”

“When?”

“Didn’t we agree last time that we would at least eat out before you had to be at the airport?”

“Doesn’t sound like me.”

“Well, I was fucking you…”

“Orgasm deprivation, unfair advantage.”

“To prevent food deprivation?”

Brian shook a Chinese carton. “I fed you.”

“And you have to be at the airport before nine.”

“Next visit, I promise.”

Weeks Later

“Where do you want to go for dinner?”

Justin wrapped his legs tighter around Brian, “Fuck dinner just let me come.”

Stolen from pendulumchanges

You.
can.
only.
use.
one.
word.

( gaaaah, i suck at only using one word )

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Lucky Bastard

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Justin was riffling through one of the drawers in the credenza. “Brian?”

“Mmm?”

“Why do you have like fifty lottery scratch off tickets sitting in a drawer?” Justin looked at them more closely, “fifty winning scratch off tickets in a drawer?”

“None of them are for real money, a couple hundred or so is the highest I think.”

“That’s not an answer.”

Brian kissed Justin’s neck. Justin turned in his arms. “You must be the luckiest son-of-a-bitch I’ve ever met.”

Brian covered Justin’s mouth with his own, his hand in Justin’s hair, thinking to himself that he couldn’t agree more.

I'm re-posting because i'm working on Chapter three now.
banner by silent_seas

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Blue Monday

Chapter One

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( Blue Monday Chapter One  )

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H/C...

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Justin dropped his coat on top of his duffle bag and moved towards the bed. Brian didn’t even open his eyes when Justin touched his face. Brian frowned in his sleep. His hand twitched as if to brush the touch away, but made no further movement. Justin kissed Brian cheek, alarmed by the heat radiating off of him. He checked the fridge. Poppers and beer, not even an apple or water. Unsurprised, and a little worried, Justin put his coat back on and headed towards the market. He dialed as he walked, “when was the last time you saw Brian?”

( Nine More Drabbles in Which Brian Needs Help and Justin Provides It )

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Pennsylvania Primary

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“Let’s go.”

Brian opened one bleary eye “where?”

Justin threw a pair of jeans at him. “Get up.”

“You know I don’t…”

“I know you don’t think I listen to any sentence from you that starts with ‘I don't.’”

Brian pulled the jeans on, yawning loudly. “We’ll stop at the diner first. I need coffee”

Justin laughed and threw a shirt at Brian. “If you show up at the diner without proof that you voted, Debbie won’t serve you.”

Brian stared blinked and frowned. “No vote means no coffee?”

Justin kissed him to soften the blow. “Yes.”

“Fine, let’s go.”

I've been a whiney Bint with no internet.

To make up for it, i wrote six drabbles, with almost no hurt at all, and a whole lotta schmoopy comfort.

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Minor Procedure

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“Brian, what are you doing here?”

Brian threw his jacket over the end of the bed and took Justin’s hand, rubbing his thumb over the IV needle taped there.

“I told you I’d be okay, you didn’t need to…”

Brian leaned forward and kissed him. “Shut up.”

“It’s benign, they just want to remove it anyway.”

“So they will.”

“While you sit and wait?”

Brian shrugged, “this way, I get to take advantage of you when you’re too drugged to do anything about it.”

“Because I so often say no.”

“And I can give you a ride home.”

“Thank you.”

( minor procedure )

to my darling not_yet_defined who put the prompt and the song into my head.

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Love Is...

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Justin sighed as he pulled off his sleeveless shirt, replacing it with one that covered the finger marks Brian had left the previous evening.

Brian’s smirk dimmed to a scowl when he realized that he had the option of long sleeves or explaining away rope marks to at the very least, Michael, possibly also Emmett, and Ted. His smile returning, Brian tossed the sleeveless shirt back to Justin and changed into one of his own.

“Brian…”

Brian shrugged as groped an area of Justin’s ass he knew was still a little red grinning as Justin winced. “Love is a battlefield.”

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Bite Me

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“Try them.”

“You know I don’t eat carbs after seven.”

“Unless you want to. And it’s six fifty-three, so you’re safe.”

Brian shook his head.

“Fine, starve.”

“The take out menu on the refrigerator is for decoration?”

“Yes.”

Brian laughed and Justin held a pair of chopsticks to Brian’s mouth, ramen noodles dripping on the linoleum. “One bite.”

Brian closed his eyes and opened his mouth; he opened his eyes when it was Justin he tasted. Justin sat back, smiling. “You’d eat ramen noodles for me”

“Yeah, so why don’t you eat me, while I order us some actual food.”

for testdog65 Prompt = Porn/Sex/PWP/Fucking

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One

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Justin’s chest was pressed against the coffee table, Brian’s forehead, between his shoulder blades, held him immobile. He moaned and closed his eyes as Brian’s thighs kept his from spreading further, making the intrusion rough, almost painful, absolutely perfect. He spread his arms out, his fingers splayed over the cool flat surface. Brian’s arms covered his.

They moved in unison. Brian’s body completely controlled Justin’s movements. Justin wanted nothing more than to let his body follow Brian’s lead. Brian’s cock moved inside him, short sharp thrusts until they both froze, bodies aligned in space and pleasure. Hearts hammering as one..

for not_yet_defined Prompt= TV on DVD

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Hey Look, They Canceled Gay as Blazes

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Brian was pretending to ignore Justin. Justin rolled his eyes, loaded all five discs into the machine checked that he had popcorn and beer before settling in to watch. He was aware of Brian’s constant puttering, and that it was always somewhere with a decent view of the television. Finally Brian sighed and sat down next to Justin, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “You know, Club Sodom wouldn’t be facing bankruptcy if Eli and Monty put a little more effort into marketing it well.”

Justin laughed. “Those aren’t their names. Now shut up, I want to see what happens next.”

For not_yet_defined MUD also, Icon # 41

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Speaking of Sounding Dirty

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Justin circled the pit, "mud wrestling? Does this have anything to do with tomorrow being studs and suds?"

Brian smirked. "Saves money on the clean-up."

Justin laughed. "so practical."

~~ Later ~~

Justin threw his muddy clothes at Brian, who dodged them. "You pushed me!"

Brian nodded, amused.

Justin moved closer shaking his head vigorously, dislodging mud over the Babylon office desk, floor and Brian's Armani black sleeveless shirt.

"Hey!"

Justin smiled innocently. "Did I get some on you?"

Brian pressed his body against Justin's but Justin pushed him away. "You're not paying me back by getting some in me.

Dedicated to testdog65 For her prompt "fluffy Kittens"

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Similarities

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Justin held the kitten above his head, letting it bat at his nose. “What happened?”

"The wrangler for the photo shoot went out for lunch and got in a car accident. I’m stuck with this damn thing 'til tomorrow."

Justin yelped as the kitten’s sharp claws found purchase under his shirt. “It’s cute.”

"Don’t get attached."

“One night? I think I can resist.”

Brian glared. Justin blushed. “You were a totally different situation.”

“You sure?”

The kitten purred contentedly. Justin smiled. “This kitten, is, fluffy, sweet, innocent and loving…”

Brian kissed him. “I was all those things.”

Justin nodded, “eventually”.

vicious day, just got bad news.

tried three times, can't write a damn thing.

drabble tomorrow? yes.

drabble today? not happening.

sorry.

AN: HAPPY BIRTHDAY XIE
AN II: Now would be the time to get your requests in for a theme/idea/prompt/word etc. for next weeks drabbles. I usually change up my theme on Sunday or Monday. Help me out here people.

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It Just Sounds Dirty

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Justin snorted at Brian’s newest stroke of questionable genius.

“Brian, even you can’t make hardwood floors sexy.”

“That’s not what you said the other day.”

“What I said then was, ‘ow, my elbow’”

“Preceded and followed by ‘oh god, oh god, yeah, now’.”

“That was about you, not the floor.” Justin held the board. “You need de-saturate the colors of everything else a little more and change the font.”

“So the copy works for you?” He smirked.

Justin nodded. “In fact, I could go for a little tongue-in-groove action right now.”

Brian followed him to the bedroom, happy to oblige.

This is a double drabble. Not two seperate drabbles.

I was asked by opal11 to repost "The Door".

I wrote it a long time ago and decided I'd happily repost it, but as a double drabble, so i edited, and i wanted the whole thing to be a single drabble, but i'm still working on my control when editing my own stuff.

so...

off the topic of Hardwood floors but still on the topic of things that are essential to the Loft, I bring you...

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The Door

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Justin was kneeling in front of the door

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He shook a can of WD-40 “I’m tired of the door screeching.”

Brian took the can from Justin pulling him into the loft. “Don’t fuck with the door.”

“But…” his words were cut off by a deep kiss. Brian pushed him towards the bedroom.

It was a hard, rough, thoroughly satisfying fuck.

"I really should oil the door rails”

Brian said nothing but as Justin made a movement towards the spray can Brian grabbed his wrist.

“Brian, let me fix the door.”

“Justin, leave it.”

Justin blinked. “You’re serious?”

“When we’re fucking, how do we know we have an audience?”

“The door rails scream.”

“And how do you know exactly when to jump me when I get home?”

“I hear that grating.”

“And when I’m home, how do you I know when you’ve come in?”

”The door?”

”And when you queen out and storm off, know what sound is left echoing?”

“The door?”

”And when you come to your senses and come home, what’s my first clue?”

Justin ran a hand along Brian’s face, kissing him gently.

Brian twirled Justin’s hair. “Don’t fix the fucking door.”

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Care and Concern

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“Ow, fuck.”

“What?”

“I just cut my hand moving the debris”

“On that rusty nail?”

“Brian, where are we going?”

Brian had dragged Justin from the loft and into the car before Justin quite understood what was happening. “Brian… you wanted to replace the floors, and it’s just a scratch.”

“Do you know what scratches from rusty nails do?”

“I cleaned it. I’m fine.”

“Lockjaw.” Brian said it as if he were pronouncing a death sentence.

“That’s what this deep show of concern is about?”

Brian stepped on the gas.

“I’m not blowing you tonight, even with the tetanus shot.”

AN: Cont from Here

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Hardwood Floors and Control Freaks.

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Brian was riding Justin. He rose up and then slammed down hard, tightening his ass around Justin’s cock. Justin pushed up into him, arching his back and letting his orgasm wash over him in waves. Justin’s hand joined Brian’s, jerking him off until he felt the warm splash of Brian’s come across his chest and felt Brian’s body go rigid and then slack. Brian leaned forward, his tongue tracing Justin’s lips. They kissed, Brian’s ass still holding Justin inside him.

“Brian?”

“Hmmm?”

How is it that even when I’m fucking you, I’m still the one pressed into the hardwood floor?”

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Hardwood is Not Always a Positive Life Affirming Thing

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Brian’s arms were wrapped around Justin’s waist. Justin sucked on Brian’s tongue and pulled him towards the bed. Brian dragged his feet, holding Justin where they were, using his height as leverage to bring them both down to the floor.

For several minutes they continued with the kissing and clothing removal in this unspoken battle of wills. Finally Justin sighed. “Brian, the bed.”

“Justin, Here. Now.”

“Sure, because you’re not the one who ends up with splinters in your back or bruises on your knees and shoulders.”

“Are you complaining?”

“You try it sometime.”

“Fine.”

“Good, roll over.”

“Wait, what?”

Cont...

AN: So, my darling beta, xie_xie_xie and I had talked about what happens after Tonight There's Us and we apprantly had talked abotu it in such detail, that about a year later, she'd simply integrated it into the canon of my raw!verse and argued with me when i told her i'd never written it.

she argued so vehemently i actually began to doubt myself for a second. She was so convinced i had written it that i could do nothing but to then write it, so that my reality was in line with her delusions. *pets Xie and her delusional world*. but it's okay, because it got me to write this... so you know, please let me know if it's everything Xie thought it would be.

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...And the next day

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( click here if you like Brian and Justin )

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Just Slide

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Justin started from across the room and launched. His thick socks causing almost no friction on the recently refinished hardwood. Brian changed his clothes and emerged barefoot. “You know, this is how people break hips.”

“Pfft. Maybe you. I mean, you are old now.”

Brian yanked Justin’s arm as he sped past again, pulling him close. “Old?”

Justin nodded seriously. “Thirty two is very old. I’m surprised you haven’t started losing your hair.”

While Brian was spanking Justin’s ass a few minutes later he still refused to take it back. They both knew this was primarily so Brian wouldn’t stop.

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Comfort

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Brian stared, frowning. Justin turned away. “I told you it looked bad.”

“It does.”

He pulled his shirt on. “I’ll leave.”

Brian grabbed his arm and cursed himself when Justin looked scared. “It’ll heal.”

“I know.”

Then he pulled Justin’s shirt off, gently kissing the bruise on his shoulder, letting his mouth move lower, tugging at his nipple ring, waiting to feel Justin’s body respond. It took a few moments longer than usual but he did respond. Justin sighed, his body relaxing as Brian pulled him towards the bed and offered him the only comfort he felt he could give.

BETA: The fantastical and ubiquitous xie_xie_xie

AN: I'm writing the second part of this, and I figured I'd Repost the First Part This was originally written for the first bj_action challenge, before the community even existed. Brian and Justin fuck raw.

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Tonight There's Us

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( Tonight There's Us )

firehead30 asked about
( Books )

( health care reform )

( teevee shows )

( politics )

vl_redreign asked: ( Judaism, and what it is to you. )

testdog65 asked: ( What makes you the most content? )

secretsolitaire asked: ( What's your favorite season of the year, and why? )

pendulumchanges asked: ( What is the most adorable thing Twink has ever done? Sonic? Jack? )

so there you have it.

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Art Supplies

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“It’s not what you think.”

Brian looked at the return address on the package and smirked. “Really?”

“It’s for a project.”

“What are you gonna do, roll it in paint and let it vibrate over the canvas?”

Justin ignored him as he unbuttoned Brian’s shirt. “You’re in town for two days, are we going to spend it talking about that box?”

Brian shook his head and then moved quickly, holding it out of Justin’s reach. He opened it, “kinky.”

“It’s a horsehair whip.”

“I know.”

“I’m going to…”

“Later. Right now, we’re going to use it.”

Justin smiled and undressed.

for not_yet_defined also, icon 18

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Hold On Tight

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Brian tried to free his wrists but he'd been right, the thick long laces weren't going anywhere and neither was he.

Brian was naked, sitting on the ottoman, Justin, wearing nothing but jeans, stood between Brian's knees. He held a second pair of equally sturdy laces, weaving them around his fingers. Brian's eyes followed his movements.

Justin trailed the laces over Brian's chest, looping them loosely around his neck and then pulling them away slowly. He wrapped them several times around the base of Brian's erection; tying it tightly. Brian groaned, as Justin dropped his jeans and began riding him.

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A Little Snow on the Roof

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Brian was running his fingers through Justin’s hair.

Justin had been kissing Brian’s shoulder. He felt Brian stop and then saw his expression. “What? Ouch!”

Brian held up a strand of hair.

“That’s not a highlight.”

Brian smiled. “Nope.”

“Or a lowlight.”

“Nope.”

“It’s…”

“Yep”

Justin sat up. “I have a gray hair!”

“Yes.”

“But you… how did I start going gray before you?”

“I take a lot of B complex vitamins.”

“Fuck you.”

“I suppose since it’s your birthday…”

Justin rolled his eyes.

Brian licked his ear, whispering, “Look at it this way, maybe now you’ll stop getting carded.”

I have some meta to lay on your ass later, and of course, a drabble, but i'm breaking forty major laws because i'm posting this at work but...

today is a VERY important day.

it is Justin Taylor's 26th Birthday.

So greetings and appropriate homage should be paid to this most extraordinary young man

HAPPY BIRTHDAY
JUSTIN TAYLOR

For not_yet_defined (as is the icon, it's number 7)

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Flawed Technique

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Brian was too busy to say anything the first time. The second time he was too busy wondering how they’d gotten to a second time to mention it. The fourth time he really noticed how flawed Justin’s method was. By the sixth time he couldn’t take it anymore. Justin was sitting on the bed when Brian snatched his sneakers and pulled out the laces. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to do this properly?”

Justin shook his head laughing. “I guess you’re just going to have to teach me everything”

Brian sighed and started re-lacing Justin’s sneakers, the right way.

Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, favorite type of underwear, life experiences etc. Repost in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other.

Oh, and seriously, extra credit points if it's something relevant to my life that i don't blog about, since i have a tendency to take a vicodin and gut myself like a fish in my IJ about once a month.

So it turns out the comcast is an evol empire that insists upon being paid and if you have no money they do. not. care. they viciously disconnect your internet.

(they also disconnected my cable, i missed that less, but still a lot)

i can't sleep without the tv on, so a) i haven't slept in four day, and b) i've missed my flist, but i wasn't hiding or nuffin' i was just waiting to get paid.

i did, and now as long as i don't eat a whole lot this month, i'm okay.

so um, no drabbles today, as i haven't slept and thus have no energy or creative fortitude, but i'll be back tomorrow to write at least one.

i missed you guys more than i missed television... ponder that... because i love my tv like woah.

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Political Statements

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“Justin…” Brian stared at Justin’s feet.

“What?”

“I didn’t say anything when you dressed up like a vigilante, or about the ugly cargo and hoody look, or when you went through that really slutty club gear phase…”

“You loved my slutty phase…”

Brian ignored his interruption. “…But this is the ugliest political statement I’ve ever seen.”

Justin kicked the pink-laced sneakers across the loft, after which, he removed the rest of his clothes. “Fine, now fuck me. But these are the only shoes I packed so we’ll have to stay in all weekend.”

Brian smiled, that was the plan anyway.

so my darling not_yet_defined told me that the theme for the week was shoelaces. actually it's theoretically the theme for the day, but then i came up with like, twelve things that could be interesting about Brian and Justin and Shoelaces...

[shrug] just thought i'd give you fair warning.

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Got a Hold on You

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Justin snaked an arm around Brian’s waist and rested his forehead against Brian’s back. “Brian, it’s been forty minutes.”

“So?”

“You broke a shoelace. Buy these.”

Brian shook his head. “They’re oxblood, the shoes are…”

Justin had already lost interest. “I’m hungry.”

“I’m shocked.”

“Feed me.”

“In a minute.”

“Brian…”

Brian turned and kissed him. “Do in need to remind you how I broke it?”

Justin rolled his eyes. “I told you there was no way it was going to hold.”

Brian casually tossed two pairs of laces onto the counter, smirking. “These should hold.”

Justin blushed and then nodded.

This is the plot bunny by opal11 and thus it's dedicated to her.

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Promises

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( promises, five drabbles under the cut )

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Of Course

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Brian stared at the doorway, not sure how to process what he was seeing… “Justin?”

“Were you expecting someone else?”

“I wasn’t even expecting you.”

“Should I leave?”

Brian crossed the space between them in three long strides pulling Justin into a kiss. He had a thousand questions but none of them trumped the soft feel of Justin’s skin.

When they were sated, the breeze cooling off their sweat-soaked skin he turned his head and raised an eyebrow. Justin was already half asleep and missed the implied question. Brian gathered him into his arms and decided that answers were overrated.

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Rent Controlled

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Justin pushed a door open only to be hit with a pair of briefs. Brian was licking his neck. “This room’s taken. c’mon.”

Brian followed his hands on Justin’s hips as they pushed open another door. The sounds coming from the pitch black indicated that this room was also occupied. Justin lead Brian to the futon but his third roommate and her girlfriend were sprawled across it doing things that made them both shudder.

Eventually Brian fucked Justin against the wall of the outside in hallway. he kissed Justin quirking an eyebrow, “ready to reconsider my offer of subsidized housing?”

I was given a really cool idea for a drabble by opal11. This isn't it... That one will be appearing within the next few days.

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Dying for Dinner

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Brian lifted the lid and frowned. “I’m not eating this.”

Justin didn’t respond.

Brian changed out of his suit. Justin stared at the computer monitor and ignored Brian’s continued petulance.

Finally Brian sighed and rolled a joint. “If you’re planning on serving that, I’ll have to be stoned. It reeks.”

Justin stood up, kissed Brian’s cheek and took the large stockpot off the stove, carefully pouring the contents into the sink.

Brian walked over, Justin took a hit and handed him back the joint.

“Thai?”

“Yeah, what the fuck was that?”

“It is material I’m dyeing for a project, dork.”

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Insecurities

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Something’s shifted. He figured out that I’ve probably fucked him more than any other single person. I watched that recognition dawn one day when Michael made a random comment. He raised an eyebrow and said nothing… so it wasn’t then. It wasn’t when he told me his SAT scores, or even after I dragged him back from New York, but now… now, he bounces over to me, kisses me and then takes off again, secure in the knowledge that it’s Saturday and he’ll wake up in the loft tomorrow. When did that happen? And more importantly, why don’t I mind?

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It's Like You Know

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At times like these, when Brian’s more than halfway to stoned, I think I actually like him as much as I love him. He’s actually not that difficult to love. Liking him, however, can be murder. In fact, sometimes murdering him might be easier. But at times like this, when he’s mellow, and we’re sitting on floor, and he’s laughing about something and eating my French fries, even though I offered to order some for him, and he’s touching me, but not in any kind of planned foreplay, what I feel is more than just love, I like Brian Kinney.

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Moody

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I love it when he’s almost desperate, initiating, taking what he wants… trust me, I’m getting what I want too.

Then there are the times when he likes lie back and appreciate whatever it is I want, enjoying being enjoyed.

Mornings are something else entirely, when he’s warm and compliant. I can’t fuck him hard or fast when we’re like that. We finish and he sighs, falling back asleep quickly. I think for him, it’s just a really good dream.

After I shower I kiss his cheek. He smiles in his sleep and I smile on my way to work.

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Fun with Particleboard

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Brian growled at Justin’s amused smile. “You think you could do a better job?”

Justin shrugged and picked up the discarded instructions near Brian’s knee. He read them carefully and then turned them over and studied the diagram.

It was Brian’s turn to watch, as Justin gathered the strewn pieces and assembled them. He sat back, smiling smugly.

Brian grumbled. “You know, if you’d let me buy you a…”

Justin kissed him. “Thanks for your help. Now… can you help me in here?”

Justin took off his shirt as he headed towards the small bedroom in his New York apartment.

This was written for my darling xie_xie_xie who asked demanded ordered me to fix the pain caused by the previous drabble in this series.

When I brought it to her attention that I did not make up the ending of Season One she brought it to my attention that she was not responsible for Cowlip's actions but she was somehow completely the boss of me and therefore could in fact order me to repair the damage to her big schmoopy girly heart.

I could not argue with such clear logic and thus this drabble was born.

P.S. This really IS the end of this series and I'm now taking request/suggestions for the coming week's topic... which I'll pick probably on Monday.

SUN read the damn drabble it's only 100 words, yo.

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Try Again

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Brian loosened his tie and crossed the apartment. He was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans when he knocked on the studio door. Justin opened it, bouncing to the beat of the too-loud music. He pulled Justin with him.

“Brian, I have to…”

Brian swallowed his protests, letting their mouths part long enough to pull Justin’s shirt off.

Pressed into the sofa, Justin came, breathing “I love you”. Brian’s orgasm flooded through them both. Sticky and sated, wrapped around each other Brian checked his mental note for the millionth time: Loving him is the only thing that DOES work.

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Growing Old Gracefully

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Brian’s eyes scanned the dance floor. He saw Justin and was gripped by a tense anticipation. It dissolved when Justin smiled. They moved together, effortlessly, it was always effortless. As Justin slid his jacket off of his shoulders, he smiled. He felt something that could only be categorized as joy when Justin spun, locking eyes with him on each turn. He lifted him then, and spun them both.

“…best night of my life.”

As Brian sat in the hospital hallway, not even trying to hold back his tears he made a mental note : letting yourself love him doesn’t work.

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Have You Considered Dartmouth

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He cursed himself the moment the words were out of his mouth. The tone had sounded too… Fuck. and then it started, that smile, the broad smug one that Brian was beginning to recognize to mean “I Win”.

Justin continued, practically crowing, and yet, he wasn’t wrong, Brian did care about him. He shouldn’t and he’d get over it… if he could just figure out how, but he didn’t lie so he didn’t contradict the smug little twat. He sipped his coffee calmly and as he drove away made a mental note: Pretending you don’t give a shit doesn’t work.

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Find Something Better To Do

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When Justin started Brian was embarrassed for him, by the time he was done, he was more than a little turned on. What Brian felt when he saw Justin fucking that trick, his trick, in the backroom was beyond words. The only feeling Brian was surprised not to find in the mix was relief. Maybe this had worked.

The next morning, when Justin joined them at the diner, echoing back an all too familiar sentiment, his smile a little teasing. Only then did Brian feel relief as he made the mental note: treating him like a backup plan doesn’t work.

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Become One of Debbie's Boys

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Brian dropped Justin off at Debbie’s after school and then proceeded to play pool with Michael at Woody’s. He followed this with a few hours of dancing at Babylon and then ended up drunk and tossing pebbles at Justin’s window.

He was still tossing them when Justin came out in his puffy silver coat, carrying his backpack. He opened his mouth to greet Justin. Justin shushed him and pushed him towards the jeep.

In the morning, while he was choosing a tie and Justin was looking for his sneaker Brian made a mental note: Having Debbie Raise Him Doesn’t Work

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Go Home To Mommy

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Brian sat and listened to Craig lay down “the law”. He watched Justin seem to deflate in front of him. The strong, defiant, persistent twink he’d come to know and feel ambiguous about, disappearing as Craig kept talking. He didn’t know he was going to do it 'til it was already done. “Justin, are you coming?”

They drove away and at a stoplight Justin said simply enough, “thank you”. Brian pulled Justin’s head forward for a deep kiss that only stopped when the car behind them honked. Brian made a mental note: Sending him back home does not work

dedicated to xie_xie_xie and not_yet_defined

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The Energizer Bunny

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Brian fucked Justin hard Friday night into Saturday morning. Justin was ready to go before Brian was even awake. They went another round in the shower and then once more before they finally dressed. Breakfast at the diner, errands, by six they found their way back to bed and didn’t emerge until ten. Dancing and fucking all night at Babylon led to a slow E induced make-out session followed by a languid fuck that turned frantic. Sunday passed similarly. When Justin tried for a second fuck on Monday morning Brian made a mental note: wearing him out does not work

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Kill Him With Kindness?

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Justin drove away, in tears, and Brian was sure this time that he’d finally rid himself of his stalker. Shaking his head he went back upstairs to his empty loft and considered his options for the night. In the end he dragged some guy from Woody’s back to the loft. In the morning he woke up to the smell of pancake syrup and bacon frying. His hangover was worse than he expected but Justin smiled cheerily and brought him juice and aspirin. Brian took it gratefully and closed his eyes, making a mental note: being mean to him doesn’t work