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Drabbles - Set the Fire to the Third Bar 
9th-Aug-2007 07:59 pm
all three drabbles come for lyrics from the song Set the Fire to the Third Bar
they were posted for challenge 25: Missing Dicks - Original Challenge #4: Song Lyrics at [info]qaf_drabbles. please, for the love of justin...go write some drabbles this week kids.

ps...these 3 drabbles make me happy. :D



Title: Finger-lengths (1 of 3)

The distance from here to where you'd be.
It's only finger-lengths that I see.


Brian gets in the 'vette and just keeps driving. It isn't planned. He doesn't have an over night bag. He has a meeting in the morning. He doesn't fucking care.

Three hours ago he'd gotten off the sixth plane he'd been on in 10 days. Not a single one had taken him where he'd wanted to go.

Two hours ago he'd entered his home, dropped his shit on the floor, took one look around and headed back out. The exits for Pittsburgh came and went.

Hours later, it's clear he's not just out for a drive. Meetings can be rescheduled.


Title: Fire (2 of 3)

After I have travelled so far,
We'd set the fire to the third bar.
We'd share each other like an island,
Until exhausted, close our eyelids.


It's 1am on a weeknight. Justin doesn't know why Brian's there. He doesn't care.

He says hello with lips, tongue and hands. His mouth moves down Brian's chest following the wake of his hands undoing the buttons of Brian's shirt. Shirt discarded, his lips are once more on Brian's, his hands sliding over smooth skin – chest, shoulders, neck – all the places he's been missing.

His pants are pushed down over his hips, material sliding against his skin as it falls. Some fingers lightly trace his crack, while others weave between strands of his hair – all places he's been missing them.

Title: Sleep (3 of 3)

And dreaming, pick up from,
The last place we left off.
Your soft skin is weeping,
A joy you can't keep in.


Brian should be passed out. It's 4am. He's been going non-stop for almost 24 hours. He can feel sleep creeping up on him. He knows in few minutes he'll be out cold. But for the moment he forces his eyes open another minute longer, taking in the pale skin, sparkling with sweat, that lately he's only been seeing in his dreams. He runs his fingers through Justin's damp hair. Traces his fingers down his back. He knows every curve. His memory doesn't need to be refreshed, but he wants to be reminded anyway. He shifts closer, and then he sleeps.

Comments 
11th-Jun-2008 01:35 pm (UTC)
I have these drabbles in my memories and I was listening to this song today and had a HUGE urge to read these.

I love, absolutely LOVE them.
23rd-Oct-2010 03:27 pm (UTC)
Thank you dear! a few years later. hee.
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