asked so nicely. Written for the toppy!justin challenge at qaf_drabbles
Justin pressed Brian's body up against the loft door with his own. His hands clumsily unbuttoning their way down Brian's shirt, his mouth leaving sloppy kisses down his chest.
"I"m going to rim your ass," he growled over Brian's left nipple as his hands continued to fumble with the buttons, "and fuck your tight little hole all night long."
Suddenly he stepped back, staring at Brian's shirt in confusion, it seemed to be buttoning itself back up.
"Christ your drunk," Brian slurred back with a smirk.
"Still gonna fuck you," Justin mumbled, pushing Brian's shirt up over his head.( Top Ten parts 2-5 )
This was originally posted in three posts at qaf_drabbles
and they were not posted chronologically. How very confusing and wrong of me. Now I shall rectify the situation by reposting them as one set, in the correct order, here on my IJ.
They are rated NC-17, although, by some people's standards, I'm not sure the acts qualify as sexual relations. :D Set during S3.( Mr. Kinney and the Intern, After Hours, and After Hours the Sequels, or Office!sex )
Justin and Daphne come up with a plan. Told from Daphne's, Debbie's, and Cynthia's POVs. It takes place during 308, so clearly Ethan is mentioned in passing, but no angst. I promise. A/N:
The biggest thank you ever to my beta, hydrangeaceae
anyone who puts up with me deserves some kind of award. All mistakes are mine. Written for the Justin!love Challenge at qaf_challenges
.( The Plan )
When the Time ComesTimeline:
Far, far in the futureCharacters:
Brian & VicWarning:
I'll be clear here, Brian is dead in most of this fic.
But I didn't kill him, it's just that everyone dies, yo.A/N:
This bunny has been stalking me for months. I tried to make it be death!fic without destroying my soul when I read it. I think I did. But, um, Brian is dead, so yeah, it's
sad. So I guess I'll just let those willing to give it a shot decide for themselves what this is. Thanks ever so to pendulumchanges
for the beta. Mistakes are mine, the boys are not.( When the Time Comes )