100 QAF Drabble: 16-30

[jule1122]

More information about this project can be found in the first drabble post. Thank you to brainslave68 for the banner and to my beta tweedygal

Challenge #16: In the Diner
The More Things Change

The booths were purple now, but the menu hadn’t changed. The customers were still rude, and the tips still sucked. But the shifts felt longer, and the trays were harder to lift. Carl was after her to retire again, and the unfamiliar faces in the post-Babylon crowd made retirement look good.

But then a scared young boy would come in, and Debbie thought of Sunshine and Jason Kemp. So she did what she did best. She made him laugh and gave him a hot meal on the house. Then she hoped he’d come again, ready to listen to her advice.



Challenge #17: Crossover
Evening’s Entertainment

“No way, we are not watching ‘Lord of the Cock Rings.’”

“Why, does it offend your WASP sensibilities to see Tolkien’s characters take it up the ass?” Brian continued to hunt through their DVDs.

“Hell, no. Before I met you, I spent a lot of time jerking off thinking about Aragorn and Legolas. The movies are gay enough on their own, but porn should just not involve hobbits in any way.”

“Alright, you convinced me,” Brian did not want to think about hobbit sex. He held up a different case triumphantly. “’Forest Hump’ it is.”

Justin groaned, but didn’t object.

Challenge #18: Movies
Behind the Scenes

“I hear Connor James’s new film has,” Emmet looked around before covering his mouth and whispering, “full frontal nudity! I intend to be front and center on opening night. Anyone want to join me?”

“Justin, you have anything to say?” Brian asked, smirking.

“Don’t waste your time unless he’s using a cock double.”

“You mean, you’ve seen it? Up close and personal?!” Emmett somehow managed to squeal and whisper simultaneously.

“What do you think I was doing all those months in Hollywood? That was one area he most definitely didn’t measure up as Rage if you know what I mean.”

Challenge #19: Dancing
Tunnel Vision

It was supposed to be about proving his life wasn’t over, but that all changed the moment he led Justin out onto the dance floor. He doesn’t notice the crowd part for them. For those few moments, there is nothing but the music and Justin. Everything else is a blur.

He misses Daphne’s smile when Justin tosses her his jacket. As he and Justin spin around the floor, he fails to register the varying expressions of shock, amazement, envy and disgust. When they kiss, he doesn’t notice Chris Hobbs watching them, filled with anger and jealousy. He wishes he had.

Challenge #20: Pride
Nostalgia

“Happy Pride!” Ted waves his tiny flag at a passing stud. The guy barely spares him a glance, and Ted looks for his next target.

“Still using that tired line, Theodore?” Brian asks when he appears at Ted’s side. “I thought I taught you better than that.”

“Just a moment of nostalgia. I haven’t been anyone’s pity fuck in a long time,” Ted can’t help but smile when he sees Blake enter Woody’s.

Brian snorts in disgust, “You married folks are no fun.”

But once Ted turns away, he reaches for his phone and calls Justin. “Hey Stud, wanna dance?”

Challenge #21: Word List - July, Heat, Sweat, and Fireworks
Happy Compromise

Justin stopped at Kinnetik after he left Debbie’s, not surprised to find Brian still working. “Fireworks start at nine,” he said trying to coax him to leave.

“If you think I’m going out in this heat to sweat my ass off just to watch some colored lights you’ve got another thing coming. The strobes at Babylon are nicer than anything this fucking city is going to spring for.”

“But it’s the Fourth of July,” Justin objected.

“Fine,” Brian relented. “We’ll go back to the loft, and you can watch the fireworks while I fuck you against the window.”

“Let’s go!”

Challenge #22: Chocolate & Brushes
Cookies and Laughter

“Pastry brush.”

“Pastry brush.”

Vic tossed it aside. “I said pastry brush not pastry knife!”

“There’s a difference?” Debbie asked, peering gadgets cluttering the counter.

“Of course there is. Now hurry up woman, the phylo is drying.”

“God forbid. You know Vic when I asked you to bake Christmas cookies I thought we’d make some santas and sing carols. When did you turn into such a slave driver?”

“Chocolate baklava is a delicate dish requiring precise timing.” Vic looked at Debbie, wig askew and covered in flour and laughed. Reaching for the pastry brush himself, he started singing “Jingle Bells.”

Challenge #23: Butt Plug
Emergency Call

“Hey, Mikey,” Recognizing the number, Brian put him on speaker phone and continued working.

“Butt plug,” Michael whispered.

“What?”

“Butt plug, butt plug, butt plug,” he repeated, his voice rising in volume.

Realizing what Michael was hinting at, Brian smirked at the phone. “Sorry Mikey, I might be willing to rescue you from straight bars, but if you raise a straight son, you’re on your own for dinner with his future in-laws.”

“Fuck you. I hope Gus becomes a Mormon.”

As a dial tone rang out in the office, Brian joined Ted in laughing until both their faces were red.

Challenge #24: Quotation
Table Manners
This drabble needed to include one of several quotations from the show used out of context. I picked the quote “I’m his muse.”

“Brian, I know you miss Sunshine, but do you think you could wait until after dinner to fuck him? That’s my mother’s good tablecloth.”

Brian tore his mouth from Justin’s and glared at Debbie, “I don’t miss him; it’s not like we’re attached at the hip.”

Justin snorted from his position on Brian’s lap.

“I’m his muse,” Brian continued. “Without regular physical contact, his creativity dries up, just like that.” Brian snapped his fingers for emphasis.

“That might explain all the nudity in museums, but it’s no excuse for bad manners. Use the guest bathroom and be back for dessert.”

Challenge #25 Missing Dicks (Dancing)
Finding Family

The move to Canada was harder than either of them expected. Finding work was frustrating, and they were really alone. There was no diner with Debbie pressing an extra lemon bar into your hand with your change. Lindsay couldn’t drop Gus on Brian for an hour.

All they had was each other. But when she and Gus got back from the store and found Melanie singing and dancing around the living room with JR in her arms, they left the bags in the hall and joined in. Lindsay realized being on their own might not be such a bad thing.

Challenge #26: Diner with a Twist: Blowjob, Menu, Tomorrow
What You Miss the Most
This was a 2 week challenge. The first week the challenge was to write a drabble set in the diner. For the second week you need to include the challenge words “blowjob, menu, tomorrow.” I wrote my drabble based on the second week of the challenge.

“So boys, its Friday night are we going to Woody’s or Babylon?” Emmett asked as he slid into the booth.

“Does it matter?” Brian asked. “Another day, another mediocre blowjob.”

“Thank God you’re going to New York tomorrow.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You never complain about blowjobs when its Justin sucking your cock,” Michael teased.

Debbie smacked Michael on the back of the head with a menu as she walked passed. “Don’t talk about Sunshine like that. Brian misses a lot more than his blowjobs.”

“Sorry, Ma.”

“We all know it’s his ass Brian can’t live without,” Debbie finished.

Challenge #27: Moving Day
Finally Home

Justin was an old hand at moving. There’d been his parent’s house, Debbie’s, his mom’s, Daphne’s, the loft four separate times, his apartment in Pittsburgh, and three apartments in New York. That didn’t even count studios. He didn’t own much and could pack and unpack at a moment’s notice.

But three weeks after moving into Britin, he’d barely unpacked a thing. Finally Brian had enough, yelling, “Justin, I’m fucking sick of tripping over boxes. Put your shit away where it belongs, or I’m tossing it.”

Justin heard the reassurance behind every word and finally started to believe he was home.

Challenge #28: NC-17
Siren Song

Brian watched Justin from across the dance floor. He followed Justin’s movements as he swayed to the beat, eyes closed, head thrown back. His eyes traced a drop of sweat as it slid down his neck and disappeared beneath his shirt. The lights flashed blue, and Brian saw the glitter in Justin’s hair and on his skin spark.

Brian leaned against the bar and rubbed his cock through his pants. He watched for a few more minutes, still touching himself, letting the anticipation build. Then he began to make his away through the crowd, never taking his eyes off Justin.

Challenge #29: Blackout
Fearless Leader

“Fuck,” Emmett muttered when the lights went out, plunging himself and the remaining attendees of the “Over Forty and Still Looking” mixer he was catering at the GLC into darkness.

“Okay, don’t panic. Anyone with a lighter, hold it up.” Emmett and a few others raised tiny flames into the air. “Eveyone else, move to a light. Now starting with me, we’ll make a human chain. One hand on the waist of the person in front of you, and keep those lights up! This is no time to be shy, just grab on. Now let’s conga our way to freedom.”

Challenge #30: 216-220
Pain Management

When Brian told Cynthia what he had planned for the Rage party, she’d hesitated for just a minute, asking him if he was sure it was a good idea. He’d glared at her until she turned to leave, then he yelled at her back, reminding her that he was paying her to track down masks not question him.

Looking over the script for the reenactment of “JT”’s bashing, Brian had his own doubts. Who is exactly was he trying to hurt? Himself or Justin? Deciding it didn’t matter, he flipped through headshots searching for the perfect young, blond, bashing victim.