100 QAF Drabbles: 61-75

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Challenge #61: Season 1
Unexpected Alliance

Melanie couldn’t believe she was doing this. Defending Brian. He was in deep this time, and even she was surprised at how careless he had been. She’d get him off; it was just like she told him, his history proved he didn’t need to threaten anyone to get his piece of ass. But she wanted him scared enough that he never did anything so stupid again.

Sometimes Melanie really did hate Brian. She hated the way Lindsay acted around him. But she loved Gus more than anything in this world. She’d do anything for her son even help his father.



Challenge #62: Seven Deadly Sins
Deeper Than Anger

Joan made sure Brian knew about the seven deadly sins. He had personal experience with all of them. Lust and pride were his constant companions; greed a great motivator. Sloth and gluttony were rare indulgences, more a part of his youth. He was the recipient of plenty of envy, and Brian thought he knew anger too.

But when he picked the bat up off the garage floor and advanced on Chris Hobbs, he knew wrath. Wrath made anger look like a little white lie, hardly worthy of confession. As he swung that bat, he realized just how powerful wrath was.

Challenge #63: Hair Porn
Hard Habit to Break

When Brian couldn’t sleep, he caught himself stroking Justin’s hair. He tried to stop, but there was something about the way his hair slid through his fingers that Brian couldn’t resist. It was also a habit, he’d unsuccessfully tried to keep secret. It was one thing to grab his hair when Justin was blowing him or to pull him in for a kiss, but stroking it while he slept was entirely too lesbianic.

“If you start braiding it, I’m fucking divorcing you,” Justin complained one night.

“Good thing we’re not married,” Brian shot back. But he didn’t move his hand.

Challenge #64: Green Apples
Molesting Fruit

“What the fuck is that?”

“Salt,” Justin answered, looking at Brian like he’d lost his mind.

“I know what it is, what I want to know is what you’re doing with it.”

“That’s how you eat green apples,” Justin shrugged. “With salt.”

“The only time salt should come in contact with fruit is when there’s tequila involved.”

Justin’s eyes lit up. “Oh, margaritas! I’ll make them; you order Mexican.”

“Fine,” Brian rolled his eyes. “But give me a piece of unmolested fruit first.”

Laughing, Justin handed him an unsalted apple slice. “I can’t believe you just said that. Unmolested fruit.”

Challenge #65: Author’s Choice
Finally Time

It started as a joke. On his way home, Justin spotted a shirt that read “Time is relative.” He sent it to Brian as a gentle reminder not to freak out. Brian’s counter was a postcard declaring, “Time Stops for No Man.”

They ambushed each other with random “time” related gifts for years. Justin should have known it would end badly.

His welcome home party at Woody’s found him drunk off his ass, serenading Brian with a very off-key rendition of “Time in a Bottle.” Alcohol erased the humiliation from his memory, but everyone there had a damn camera phone.

Challenge #66: Dictionary (adamant, berserk, besot)
Young Love

“He’s gone berserk!” Michael ranted.

Ben shook his head, “I know, but he’s adamant about marrying her with or without our approval. He’s completely besotted.”

“Fuck, when you drag out the English professor words, I know we’re in trouble.”

“He threatened to elope.”

“Great fucking idea, Hunter. That worked out so well for Romeo and Juliet.”

“Michael,” Ben chided.

“You started it with your fancy poetry words. All those couples who run off together are doomed. Maybe we should start calling them Bonnie and Clyde.”

“Now you sound like your mother.”

Michael groaned, “When Ma finds out, we’re really fucked.”

Challenge #67: Complete Me: “I’d walk a mile for a _____”
Late Night Cravings

“I’d walk a mile for a nice, big hot fudge sundae,” Emmett said as they left Babylon.

Ted snorted, “You wouldn’t walk a mile for caviar, filet mignon, and hand-dipped chocolate strawberries with champagne.”

Emmett looked at his feet, “Well, not in these shoes, but it’s the thought that counts.”

“And lucky for you, the Liberty Diner is much less than a mile away.”

“I hope Debbie’s still working. She always gives me extra whipped cream.”

Brian appeared behind them, “Honeycutt, does everyone know how much you like your mouth filled with cream?”

Emmett shrugged, “A boy’s gotta have talents.”

Challenge #68: Woody’s
Ghosts

Michael hated it when Debbie showed up at Woody’s. There was nothing more embarrassing than trying to pick up a guy with your mother watching. And cheering. He knew she was just using Uncle Vic as an excuse. It’s not like there weren’t more appropriate places for gay men his age to hang out.

The first time Debbie came to Woody’s after Uncle Vic died, Ben pulled out her chair, and Michael bought her first drink. She laughed like she always did, joking about tight asses and cock rings, and Michael pretended her eyes weren’t wet and voice didn’t tremble.

Challenge #69: Season 3
Making History

Vic embraced Rodney as the crowd erupted, jubilant over Stockwell’s defeat. “We did it,” Rodney whispered in his ear. The shock and relief were overwhelming. In the face of apathy and overwhelming odds, they’d actually done it. They’d come together as a community to protect their rights. Their vote, the gay vote, finally counted.

And Vic had been part of it, out there on the streets with Debbie, fighting for every vote. It might not be Stonewall or Act Up; it might not make anyone’s gay history book, but it was something. And Vic realized he’d never been more proud.

Challenge #70: Best Friends
Only the Best

“I can’t believe he did this. I mean after everything that happened between us,” Ted was still in shock.

“Emmett’s your best friend. He wants you to be happy. I want that too.”

“Trust me I’m very happy,” Ted kissed Blake again. “I just can’t believe he went to all the trouble of arranging for you to be here. What about the gay ski club?”

“I’m sure there is one, but not that I belong to. I can’t even ski,” Blake laughed.

Ted rested his head on Blake’s chest. “How will I ever pay Emmett back?”

“Just be his friend.”

Challenge #71: Pride
Finding Pride

“Lindsay, look. I don’t fucking believe it!”

Lindsay scanned that crowd, but couldn’t figure out what Melanie was so excited about.

“Mom, its Gus!” JR jumped up and down and waved her brother over.

When Gus was ten, he refused to go to Pride with them anymore, saying it was too embarrassing. JR, Debbie’s granddaughter in every way, loved Pride, and as wonderful as celebrate with JR every year, Mel and Lindsay still missed Gus.

Tears filled her eyes as their nineteen year-old son marched with them proudly wearing the shirt Debbie sent him declaring, “Queer Families are Real Families.”

Challenge #72: Also Pride
Approval

Justin knew he was a dick to the guys his mother dated, but no matter how hard he tried to be nice, he couldn’t help it. After what she went through with Craig, he had to protect her. Tucker was too young, Martin too boring, and Brad was just plain sleazy.

He hadn’t found anything wrong with Carter yet, but he knew there was something. Molly, Debbie, and Brian all liked him, but Justin had a duty to look out for his mother. When he saw Carter at Pride happily marching behind the PFLAG banner with Jennifer, he admitted defeat.

Challenge #73: Rimming
Lazy Mornings

A soft kiss on the cheek woke Justin. He thought about turning over and returning the kiss, but Brian’s lips moved on to his shoulder then his neck so he relaxed into the bed. Brian moved slowly down his back, pulling the comforter off as he went and replacing the chill of the morning air with the warmth of his hands and breath.

Justin sighed and spread his legs, lifting his hips when Brian pressed a pillow beneath him. Brian began licking at his hole, warm, wet strokes of his tongue that left Justin boneless and aching. He loved Sundays.

Challenge #74: Secrets
Burden of Secrests

Daphne could never keep a secret from Justin. And while this wasn’t really a secret, she knew something he didn’t, and she couldn’t help feeling guilty. It wasn’t for lack of trying, but no matter how hard she tried, she never found the right words.

Justin said it didn’t matter, but it mattered to her. So even years later, Daphne kept trying. “Save the Last Dance for Me” would come on the radio, and she’d find herself on the phone telling him about watching Brian take his hand and how the way Brian looked at him took her breath away.

Challenge #75: Variations of Come
Phone Etiquette

“Are you coming?”

“Not yet, but I will be soon,” Brian gasp when Justin took him deeper into his mouth.

“God, Brian how many times have I asked you not to talk to me when you’re fucking,” Michael said, disgusted.

“Mikey, that would severely limit our opportunities for conversation. We’ll see you at Woody’s in twenty minutes.” Justin smacked his hip and waved a hand at him. “Justin says half and hour.”

“Michael’s right,” Justin said later. “It’s rude to talk on the phone while fucking.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining.”

“It’s also rude to talk with you mouth full.”

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