Saturday Night
Title: Saturday Night
Author:
jojothecr
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Characters: Brian & Justin
Summary: "You're worse than Gus," Brian smirks. "You're like a baby."
Just a silly little something, which has exactly 400 words...
Beta:
positive_pat
Disclaimer: Not mine...
Author's Note: This idea came to me, when I was watching "Day of the Dead"... or more like when I wasn't watching it, afraid that I'd see my own dinner again. Sorry, a bit disgusting, I know.
And yeah, I kinda doubt they would be at home on Saturday night, but this is just a fiction, so... I can dream, can't I?
Saturday Night
“Jesus fucking Christ… Justin be gentle!” Brian yells, jerking his hand from Justin’s bone-breaking grasp. He turns his head to look at Justin from the corner of his eye, rubbing the sorrel skin of his fingers. Justin’s face is pale, his eyes wide open, and the pure blue is nearly swallowed with the black of his pupils. He’s chewing on his bottom lip, starring firmly ahead. Brian shakes his head amusedly.
Suddenly, Justin screams out and jumps, reaching blindly for Brian’s hand.
“That’s it!” Brian exclaims and grabs the remote-control sitting in Justin’s lap. “The end,” he announces, when the screen has gone black.
Justin opens his mouth, looking around uncomprehendingly, “Whaa--?”
Brian waves with the remote-control in front of Justin’s face, smiling triumphantly.
“No,” Justin pleads, looking at Brian with his innocent puppy eyes. “Not now, when it was so thrilling.”
“Yeah, a bit more thrilling and I wouldn’t be able to move my fingers ever again.”
“I’m sorry,” Justin mumbles apologetically, smoothing Brian’s wounded hand gently, placing open-mouthed kisses upon his skin. “But now I don’t know how it ends,” he pouts.
“Bad,” Brian replies, shifting closer. “Even worse than bad.” He leans over Justin, making him lie on his back. “Unlike you.”
Justin laughs, his hands slipping under Brian’s T-shirt. “The only good influence horrors have on you is that they make you hard.” Brian comments, driving his hips into Justin’s, causing him to gasp.
“You’re worse than Gus,” Brian smirks. “You’re like a baby.”
“A baby?”
Brian nods, smiling. “Yeah.”
“A baby?!” Justin repeats darkly.
“Yes.”
Clenching his teeth together, Justin bucks his hips up and rolls them over, resting atop Brian. He straddles his hips, rubbing his pelvis against Brian’s, making him shudder.
“I’m not a baby,” Justin protests, when he starts to tickle Brian. “Take it back,” he demands, Brian’s body writhing beneath him.
Laughing, Brian tries to catch his breath, “You’re-not-not Ah! Stop it! … You’re- … a-Jus!-Stop! … ”
Justin stops, looking down at Brian, who’s gasping for breath. “I’m not what?”
“A baby!” Brian exhales; his voice is constricted, his belly’s aching. “You’re not a baby.”
“Right,” Justin smiles contentedly, leaning down to brush his lips against Brian’s. Lazily, Brian returns the kiss.
“Although, you definitely act like one.” He points out, when they break for air, immediately covering his head with his hands, when Justin reaches for a pillow.
Author:
jojothecr
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Characters: Brian & Justin
Summary: "You're worse than Gus," Brian smirks. "You're like a baby."
Just a silly little something, which has exactly 400 words...
Beta:
positive_pat
Disclaimer: Not mine...
Author's Note: This idea came to me, when I was watching "Day of the Dead"... or more like when I wasn't watching it, afraid that I'd see my own dinner again. Sorry, a bit disgusting, I know.
And yeah, I kinda doubt they would be at home on Saturday night, but this is just a fiction, so... I can dream, can't I?
Saturday Night
“Jesus fucking Christ… Justin be gentle!” Brian yells, jerking his hand from Justin’s bone-breaking grasp. He turns his head to look at Justin from the corner of his eye, rubbing the sorrel skin of his fingers. Justin’s face is pale, his eyes wide open, and the pure blue is nearly swallowed with the black of his pupils. He’s chewing on his bottom lip, starring firmly ahead. Brian shakes his head amusedly.
Suddenly, Justin screams out and jumps, reaching blindly for Brian’s hand.
“That’s it!” Brian exclaims and grabs the remote-control sitting in Justin’s lap. “The end,” he announces, when the screen has gone black.
Justin opens his mouth, looking around uncomprehendingly, “Whaa--?”
Brian waves with the remote-control in front of Justin’s face, smiling triumphantly.
“No,” Justin pleads, looking at Brian with his innocent puppy eyes. “Not now, when it was so thrilling.”
“Yeah, a bit more thrilling and I wouldn’t be able to move my fingers ever again.”
“I’m sorry,” Justin mumbles apologetically, smoothing Brian’s wounded hand gently, placing open-mouthed kisses upon his skin. “But now I don’t know how it ends,” he pouts.
“Bad,” Brian replies, shifting closer. “Even worse than bad.” He leans over Justin, making him lie on his back. “Unlike you.”
Justin laughs, his hands slipping under Brian’s T-shirt. “The only good influence horrors have on you is that they make you hard.” Brian comments, driving his hips into Justin’s, causing him to gasp.
“You’re worse than Gus,” Brian smirks. “You’re like a baby.”
“A baby?”
Brian nods, smiling. “Yeah.”
“A baby?!” Justin repeats darkly.
“Yes.”
Clenching his teeth together, Justin bucks his hips up and rolls them over, resting atop Brian. He straddles his hips, rubbing his pelvis against Brian’s, making him shudder.
“I’m not a baby,” Justin protests, when he starts to tickle Brian. “Take it back,” he demands, Brian’s body writhing beneath him.
Laughing, Brian tries to catch his breath, “You’re-not-not Ah! Stop it! … You’re- … a-Jus!-Stop! … ”
Justin stops, looking down at Brian, who’s gasping for breath. “I’m not what?”
“A baby!” Brian exhales; his voice is constricted, his belly’s aching. “You’re not a baby.”
“Right,” Justin smiles contentedly, leaning down to brush his lips against Brian’s. Lazily, Brian returns the kiss.
“Although, you definitely act like one.” He points out, when they break for air, immediately covering his head with his hands, when Justin reaches for a pillow.