12 June 2008 @ 09:59 am
Season 3 Drabbles.  
Heh. I just wrote this and was about to post when the challenge closed. But Brian won anyway, so yay.

*

He’s wearing his tightest jeans. And that shirt you told him he looks hot in. Once.

“The ubiquitous Justin Taylor.”

He hasn’t been to Babylon in months.

“I love this song! You like this song?”

Could he be more painfully obvious?

“It fills the void.”

”I haven’t danced in forever.”

Yes. Yes he could.

“Knock yourself out.”

“No rush.” The patented Justin Taylor slow blink. “I’ve got all night.”

It’s like he’s 17 and stalking you again. Pathetic.

But you still feel your dick twitch.

Cursing yourself, and the birth of Justin Taylor, you beat a hasty retreat.

For now.



***

He lifts the sweater over his head, ruffling hair that’s grown a little long over the collar.

The pants come off next, and his round ass comes into view.

Your dick grows harder and you follow him onto the bed, losing your own pants on the way.

He looks at you, waiting for something but you’re not sure what.

And when he tries to kiss you, you know he can’t have that.

Instead, you run a hand up and down the pale back that’s not as smooth. You touch the blond hair that’s not as soft, and you say goodbye.

***

“Concerned Citizens for the Truth. Who the fuck are they?” Justin asked, but he knew it was Brian’s doing.

They went back out to the bar and Justin offered to buy Emmett a Cosmo. He looked really down, but when Justin turned back a few minutes later he was dancing up a storm.

Justin smiled at Brian, who looked like he was trying to duck Em’s flying limbs, and he smirked and came over.

“Emmett looks happier,” Justin said. Brian shrugged, but Justin knew it was his doing.

Brian kissed him then, and could feel Justin’s smile against his lips.

***

“And the new mayor of Pittsburgh is… Marvin Deekins.”

Your head drops down to your hands, relief courses through your veins and you let out a huge sigh. You feel like you’ve been holding your breath for days.

You turn around, searching, and then he’s kissing you and in your arms and all you can do is bury your face in his warm neck and hold him tight.

All around you people are laughing, cheering, slapping you on the back.

It’s finally over. And all you want to do is celebrate with Justin.

And maybe a big bottle of champagne.
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flashfly: officekiss[info]flashfly on June 12th, 2008 11:34 pm (UTC)
I liked all four and this most of all:



Cursing yourself, and the birth of Justin Taylor, you beat a hasty retreat.

For now.
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Britin[info]_alicesprings on June 15th, 2008 09:06 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! Glad you liked :)
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