Another drabble. It's true, these damn things are addictive.

Written for qaf_drabbles challenge # 3 - Winter Blues.

Unbeta'd, quite possibly lame.




Justin trudged along the slushy sidewalk, beanie hat pulled down low over his ears. He was on his way back to his crappy one-room apartment that made the old one in Pittsburgh look like a mansion.


He was tired, horny and most of all cold.


“I hate winter,” he muttered under his breath.


“I hate the fucking cold.”


“I hate the fucking snow.”


“Fuck!” Great. He'd stepped in a puddle of dirty water.


“Fucking snow.”


“Stupid weather.”


“It's not this cold back home.”


“It's nice there.”


“It's... Brian!”


Standing on the door stoop, smiling a hello.


Justin felt warm.