QAF Drabbles
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jule1122I'm very hit and miss with commenting and replying right now because I am spending a lot of my time on the election. I do read my flist daily, but often don't have time to interact. Sorry for neglecting you, but I will be around more in a few weeks.
In the meantime, here are the drabbles I have written recently. The cover the challenges First, Drunk, High or Horny, Babylon, Toppy Justin, Mornings, and Masturbation. As always they focus on a number of characters not just Brian and Justin. I hope you enjoy them.
Prompt: First
Title: Greetings and Salutations
The first time Brian introduced him as his partner, Justin acted as though it happened every day. He did nothing to betray his surprise and delight, and eventually he did get used to hearing it.
The first time Brian introduced him as his husband, his tongue was firmly in his cheek as he let a conservative potential client know exactly who he was dealing with. But Justin didn’t even pretend to act as though it didn’t matter. He squeezed Brian’s hand and received a slight smile in acknowledgment. Brian got the best blowjob of his life during the ride home.
Prompt: Toppy Justin
Title: Understanding
Brian never told Justin he wanted to be fucked. If he’d needed to, then Justin wasn’t ready. Brian didn’t bottom for random tricks. There were people he trusted to fuck him blind without making it more than it was. Justin wasn’t supposed to be one of those people, but Justin wasn’t supposed to be a lot of things.
Justin never asked to fuck Brian. There were times when that was what they both wanted, needed, but it wouldn’t happen unless Justin took control. On those nights, Justin would read the offer in Brian’s body. His answer was always the same.
Title: Paint a Picture
Justin loved telling Brian exactly what he planned to do to him. He’d pause while rimming him to describe how his tongue would move from his hole to his cock and back again. As he stretched Brian, first with his fingers then with their favorite dildo, he whispered against his ear, telling him how it looked, how hot it made him. He talked until he was buried in Brian’s ass.
The actual fucking was hard and fast. But what came before, making sure every inch of Brian’s body was relaxed and open for him, Justin made that last for hours.
Title: Good Mornings
Brian never minded waking up with Justin’s cock in his ass. He knew it meant a long, slow fuck. It meant Justin keeping his rhythm steady, his thrusts measured, making it last as long as possible until Brian started pushing back, forcing Justin to move faster, thrust deeper.
It meant a hurried shower, Justin’s hands all over him, washing him efficiently but carefully. It meant spending the day buzzing with a relaxed energy that left Cynthia and Ted suspicious. It meant smiling every time a sudden movement reminded him of how he’d started his day. Brian didn’t mind at all.
Prompt: Babylon
Title: Just Another Night
They sat silently as Debbie cleared away the remains of dinner. The diner was mostly empty, but none of them felt inclined to move even though conversation had died off after they reviewed their respective days.
Finally, Emmett spoke, “So, Babylon?”
“Babylon,” Brian nodded.
“Babylon,” Michael agreed.
All eyes turned to Ted. “Someday we’re going to have to stop filling the emptiness of our lives with the mindless, endless pursuit of young, hot men and casual sex.”
“So, Babylon?” Emmett repeated.
Ted sighed and stood up, “Babylon.”
Brian threw a stray fry at him before they headed for the door.
Prompt: Drunk or High or Horny
Title: Getting By
“Do you miss it?” Ted asked as Blake walked him back to his room.
“Every day.”
“Oh, that’s encouraging,” Ted threw his hands up.
“It’s the truth,” Blake put his hand on Ted’s shoulder. “But more than that I don’t miss being so desperate for my next fix that I’d do anything to get it; I don’t miss waking up not knowing where I was and not remembering the last three days. I don’t miss Crystal taking over my life until I didn’t have room for anything or anyone else, not even myself.”
“Is that enough?”
“It has to be.”
Title: Killing Time
Notes: For those of you too young to remember, the song "Hungry Eyes" comes from Brian and Michael's favorite movie "Dirty Dancing."
The last joint was stubbed out before Michael mentioned Justin. “You’re moping again; call him.”
“I don’t mope, and he’s busy.”
“Not too busy for you. You could sing; it worked on Ben. Sing ‘Hungry Eyes’ to him. He’ll rush home.”
“You’re pathetic,” Brian leaned toward Michael and ended up falling over him.
“Fine, say your hot, hard cock misses pounding his perfect, luscious ass.”
“Mikey, you’re gonna make me hurl, and I don’t miss him.”
Michael looked around the half-empty mansion Brian dragged him to, it’s only decoration framed prints of Rage and other Justin Taylor originals and laughed.
Prompt: Mornings
Title: Empty Space
At least three times a week, Jennifer walks upstairs to wake Justin for school. But he’s not there, and after watching him follow Brian out of her living room, she knows he won’t be again. Yet a day or two later, she finds herself doing it again, and the empty room hurts just as much.
She wants to blame Brian or Craig or Justin, but she really blames herself. And every morning it gets harder to walk down the stairs and kiss Craig goodbye when her heart is breaking, and he doesn’t even notice the empty space in their lives.
Title: First Shift
It was dark and quiet when Debbie slipped out of the house. Vic was still sleeping, and he needed his rest more than she needed someone to share her coffee with. The diner was quiet the first few hours of her shift, and after working a double the day before, Debbie tried to appreciate the break. But fewer customers meant fewer tips.
Just after eight, Michael came into the diner. Debbie greeted him with a hug and kiss just like she did every morning. And for the few minutes she spent with him, working the early shift wasn’t so bad.
Title: Peace
A year passed before Brian and Justin found time to spend a weekend at the house. There wasn’t much furniture, but all they really needed was a bed. Justin hadn’t expected mornings at Britin to be much different than mornings at the loft. He was wrong.
There was no one close enough to drop in unannounced looking for advice or to vent. They hadn’t hooked up a phone or computer so there was no email to check or reports to finish. There was just a post of coffee, muffins from the diner, the two of them, and hours of bliss.
Prompt: Masturbation
Title: Knock First
“Hey, I’m home.” Hunter opened the door without knocking and immediately regretted it. “Christ, my eyes!”
“Fuck!” Michael scrambled to cover himself. “I thought you were staying at Jeremy’s!”
“I was, but he got sick so I came home. I thought with Ben out of town, it would be safe to come in your room. Never again.”
Michael tried not to blush. “Every kid has to be humiliated by catching their parents having sex at least once. Congratulations.”
Hunter thought about that, “Dude, no wonder you’re gay.”
“Go to your room!” Michael shouted while pulling the blankets over his head.
In the meantime, here are the drabbles I have written recently. The cover the challenges First, Drunk, High or Horny, Babylon, Toppy Justin, Mornings, and Masturbation. As always they focus on a number of characters not just Brian and Justin. I hope you enjoy them.
Prompt: First
Title: Greetings and Salutations
The first time Brian introduced him as his partner, Justin acted as though it happened every day. He did nothing to betray his surprise and delight, and eventually he did get used to hearing it.
The first time Brian introduced him as his husband, his tongue was firmly in his cheek as he let a conservative potential client know exactly who he was dealing with. But Justin didn’t even pretend to act as though it didn’t matter. He squeezed Brian’s hand and received a slight smile in acknowledgment. Brian got the best blowjob of his life during the ride home.
Prompt: Toppy Justin
Title: Understanding
Brian never told Justin he wanted to be fucked. If he’d needed to, then Justin wasn’t ready. Brian didn’t bottom for random tricks. There were people he trusted to fuck him blind without making it more than it was. Justin wasn’t supposed to be one of those people, but Justin wasn’t supposed to be a lot of things.
Justin never asked to fuck Brian. There were times when that was what they both wanted, needed, but it wouldn’t happen unless Justin took control. On those nights, Justin would read the offer in Brian’s body. His answer was always the same.
Title: Paint a Picture
Justin loved telling Brian exactly what he planned to do to him. He’d pause while rimming him to describe how his tongue would move from his hole to his cock and back again. As he stretched Brian, first with his fingers then with their favorite dildo, he whispered against his ear, telling him how it looked, how hot it made him. He talked until he was buried in Brian’s ass.
The actual fucking was hard and fast. But what came before, making sure every inch of Brian’s body was relaxed and open for him, Justin made that last for hours.
Title: Good Mornings
Brian never minded waking up with Justin’s cock in his ass. He knew it meant a long, slow fuck. It meant Justin keeping his rhythm steady, his thrusts measured, making it last as long as possible until Brian started pushing back, forcing Justin to move faster, thrust deeper.
It meant a hurried shower, Justin’s hands all over him, washing him efficiently but carefully. It meant spending the day buzzing with a relaxed energy that left Cynthia and Ted suspicious. It meant smiling every time a sudden movement reminded him of how he’d started his day. Brian didn’t mind at all.
Prompt: Babylon
Title: Just Another Night
They sat silently as Debbie cleared away the remains of dinner. The diner was mostly empty, but none of them felt inclined to move even though conversation had died off after they reviewed their respective days.
Finally, Emmett spoke, “So, Babylon?”
“Babylon,” Brian nodded.
“Babylon,” Michael agreed.
All eyes turned to Ted. “Someday we’re going to have to stop filling the emptiness of our lives with the mindless, endless pursuit of young, hot men and casual sex.”
“So, Babylon?” Emmett repeated.
Ted sighed and stood up, “Babylon.”
Brian threw a stray fry at him before they headed for the door.
Prompt: Drunk or High or Horny
Title: Getting By
“Do you miss it?” Ted asked as Blake walked him back to his room.
“Every day.”
“Oh, that’s encouraging,” Ted threw his hands up.
“It’s the truth,” Blake put his hand on Ted’s shoulder. “But more than that I don’t miss being so desperate for my next fix that I’d do anything to get it; I don’t miss waking up not knowing where I was and not remembering the last three days. I don’t miss Crystal taking over my life until I didn’t have room for anything or anyone else, not even myself.”
“Is that enough?”
“It has to be.”
Title: Killing Time
Notes: For those of you too young to remember, the song "Hungry Eyes" comes from Brian and Michael's favorite movie "Dirty Dancing."
The last joint was stubbed out before Michael mentioned Justin. “You’re moping again; call him.”
“I don’t mope, and he’s busy.”
“Not too busy for you. You could sing; it worked on Ben. Sing ‘Hungry Eyes’ to him. He’ll rush home.”
“You’re pathetic,” Brian leaned toward Michael and ended up falling over him.
“Fine, say your hot, hard cock misses pounding his perfect, luscious ass.”
“Mikey, you’re gonna make me hurl, and I don’t miss him.”
Michael looked around the half-empty mansion Brian dragged him to, it’s only decoration framed prints of Rage and other Justin Taylor originals and laughed.
Prompt: Mornings
Title: Empty Space
At least three times a week, Jennifer walks upstairs to wake Justin for school. But he’s not there, and after watching him follow Brian out of her living room, she knows he won’t be again. Yet a day or two later, she finds herself doing it again, and the empty room hurts just as much.
She wants to blame Brian or Craig or Justin, but she really blames herself. And every morning it gets harder to walk down the stairs and kiss Craig goodbye when her heart is breaking, and he doesn’t even notice the empty space in their lives.
Title: First Shift
It was dark and quiet when Debbie slipped out of the house. Vic was still sleeping, and he needed his rest more than she needed someone to share her coffee with. The diner was quiet the first few hours of her shift, and after working a double the day before, Debbie tried to appreciate the break. But fewer customers meant fewer tips.
Just after eight, Michael came into the diner. Debbie greeted him with a hug and kiss just like she did every morning. And for the few minutes she spent with him, working the early shift wasn’t so bad.
Title: Peace
A year passed before Brian and Justin found time to spend a weekend at the house. There wasn’t much furniture, but all they really needed was a bed. Justin hadn’t expected mornings at Britin to be much different than mornings at the loft. He was wrong.
There was no one close enough to drop in unannounced looking for advice or to vent. They hadn’t hooked up a phone or computer so there was no email to check or reports to finish. There was just a post of coffee, muffins from the diner, the two of them, and hours of bliss.
Prompt: Masturbation
Title: Knock First
“Hey, I’m home.” Hunter opened the door without knocking and immediately regretted it. “Christ, my eyes!”
“Fuck!” Michael scrambled to cover himself. “I thought you were staying at Jeremy’s!”
“I was, but he got sick so I came home. I thought with Ben out of town, it would be safe to come in your room. Never again.”
Michael tried not to blush. “Every kid has to be humiliated by catching their parents having sex at least once. Congratulations.”
Hunter thought about that, “Dude, no wonder you’re gay.”
“Go to your room!” Michael shouted while pulling the blankets over his head.
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