99. Writer's Choice (Contrast)
Feb. 14th, 2013 11:57 pmBrian's hands are on Justin then, his own dark skin tone in stark contrast to the pale, gloriously smooth skin on Justin's ass.
a wee preview for the damn fic that just won't write itself
Brian's hands are on Justin then, his own dark skin tone in stark contrast to the pale, gloriously smooth skin on Justin's ass.
Gasping when the ring pierced his nipple, Justin reached for his iPhone and hit the FaceTime button, knowing that tonight’s phone sex would be mind-blowing.
Brian put the diamond nipple ring down twice before he finally made his decision and paid for it, along with the shipping fee to New York.
Deb nodded proudly when Emmett pointed out that her carefully put together outfit perfectly matched the pink, red, and green heart shaped ornaments in the diner.
As much as Deb enjoyed the family dinner with all her boys and their partners, Vic was still painfully missed.
Knowing that a pink sunset and heart shaped food wouldn’t be appreciated, Justin wrapped up a silky blindfold and mixed a couple of strong drinks for them to enjoy in front of the fire.
Brian's POV
Various shapes - triangles, squares, and circles - blink before my eyes every day at work, but the only perfect shape I crave is Justin's heart-shaped ass.
A/N: aaaand that concludes my offering for this year's HSA day. It's been a very inspring fun exciting exprience for me.
Thank you so much my dear friend mander
mander3_swish for your inspiring prompt table and for a brilliant beta work.
To those of you who kept reading and leaving such supportive feedbacks- thank you so much. It really means a lot.
Brian's POV
It's not a blindfold but one of my silk ties I thought I'd lost, finding it just as I'm about to tie him up, and then he smiles at me, saying he's been missing this game.
It always amazed Emmett that Ben could sit at the same table with Brian, that there were no hard feelings, that he could share Michael in a way that others would never have been able– they should have been enemies.
Justin stepped back, crossed his arms and sighed as he examined the painting in front of him – he was having a difficult time getting just the right shade of brown for Brian’s hair; perhaps it was time for a visit.
Brian stood in the doorway of the conference room, picking non-existent lint from his freshly pressed, newly bought, very Armani gray suit before taking a deep breath and sauntering into the meeting with potential investors for Kinnetik-New York.
There had been (albeit brief) moments where Ted thought about using again to escape his problems, and then he’d remind himself about losing days, not knowing how you got where you were, and all the people he’d disappointed along the way.
Emmett was listening, as the guys discussed their first crushes – but really he was remembering how he tried to walk down the middle of the road back in Hazelhurst, how he couldn’t be himself, and how happy he was now.
“Justin, if you tell them I got into graduate school before me, I will skin you alive, dude,” Hunter was screaming into the phone at his friend, but couldn’t stop the shit-eating grin from forming on his face.
Michael couldn’t be happier Melanie had agreed to let him host JR’s 5th birthday party – which meant the house was full of princess wands, party hats, tea cups, and at least fifteen other items that made Hunter groan out loud.
On the cold night of his son's birthday, he fucked a young wide-eyed blond from dawn 'til dusk while the 'ice storm' music was still ringing in his ears.
"We make our choices in life," he said quietly when she smiled, and whispered that she can't tell him what to do but the only choice for him is to be with the one that really loves him.
Justin's POV
How many times did we stay in bed after breakfast? How many times have we fucked after lunch? How many times have I cooked dinner? Being in a relationship is so much more than just food and drink.
Brian's POV
Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you have to do is call and I'll be there even if it means using all my frequent flyer miles to get to you.