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Apparently url_girl is my muse. A twisted muse, but a muse none the less. See, she posted this completely hysterical bad!fic doodle. And some how in my own sick and twisted mind, I try to get to a place where this scene would actually happen. O_o
And now I'm foisting this crack-fest on you.
The One Where Brian Wears Pink Bunny Slippers
“What the FUCK are those?”
Justin desperately tries to hide them, but pink fluff is hard to mask, “Umm, nothing…” Justin hopes he looks innocent, but he doubts it.
“Little pink nothings?”
“What are you on? I told you to stay away from Anita.”
“Nice try Sunshine. I’m relatively sober and there is undoubtedly something pink and fuzzy in my loft.” Brian’s mood turns more and more sour with each passing moment.
Justin decides that this is not a battle worth fighting for and comes clean. He sheepishly produces the cotton candy colored monstrosities, “Pink bunny slippers.”
Brian pinches the bridge of his nose, “We’ve been over this: only Emmett is that gay.”
Holding up his hand, Justin steels himself for the onslaught of Kinney-isms, “Before you judge to harshly, hear me out!”
“This should be good! Were they left under your pillow by your Fairy Godfather?”
Justin glares. “They’re Daphne’s. Well, they were Daphne’s. We were hanging out one night and we were stoned,” Justin pretends not to notice Brian rolling his eyes. “She made me try them on, telling me how comfortable they were. So I did and I forgot I had them on when I left.”
“When will the youth of today realize that these tragedies will never stop happening if they don’t ‘Just Say No’?”
In their familiar back and forth it is Justin’s turn to roll his eyes. “But they really are comfortable. Seriously, the most comfortable thing ever! You should try them.”
“NOT gonna happen.”
“But they are really, really comfortable.”
“Nope.”
“Chicken.”
“Give me one good reason why I should put on, and I can’t believe I am even uttering this, Pink Bunny Slippers?”
Justin shrugs, “So you can say you’ve fucked a hot, blonde twink while wearing pink bunny slippers.”
“How about we just say I fucked a hot, blonde twink WEARING pink bunny slippers?” Brian closes the space between them with each word spoken.
“Fine have it your way,” Justin plants a quick kiss, “but you have to at least try them on first.”
“You’re fucked!”
”Not until you try them on,” Justin sing-songs.
“Christ! What’s a guy gotta do to get laid around here?”
“Try on pink bunny slippers,” Justin grins widely.
Brian puts out his hand, “So help me God, if you so much as breathe a word of this to anyone, EVER, you will be held accountable in ways I have yet to imagine.”
“Absolutely. Understood.”
Brian slams the poor rabbits to the floor and shoves his too big feet into them. Scowling he spits out, “Can I fuck you now?”
Justin is doing an extremely poor job of stifling his laughter. “Eww, who wants to sleep with a guy who’s got bunnies on his feet? I think I’m gonna go call Michael.” He barely finishes the sentence when he finds himself pinned to the floor, being made short work of by a very barefoot Brian Kinney.
The pink bunny slippers had a great view.
Feel free to have me committed anytime. :D
And now I'm foisting this crack-fest on you.
The One Where Brian Wears Pink Bunny Slippers
“What the FUCK are those?”
Justin desperately tries to hide them, but pink fluff is hard to mask, “Umm, nothing…” Justin hopes he looks innocent, but he doubts it.
“Little pink nothings?”
“What are you on? I told you to stay away from Anita.”
“Nice try Sunshine. I’m relatively sober and there is undoubtedly something pink and fuzzy in my loft.” Brian’s mood turns more and more sour with each passing moment.
Justin decides that this is not a battle worth fighting for and comes clean. He sheepishly produces the cotton candy colored monstrosities, “Pink bunny slippers.”
Brian pinches the bridge of his nose, “We’ve been over this: only Emmett is that gay.”
Holding up his hand, Justin steels himself for the onslaught of Kinney-isms, “Before you judge to harshly, hear me out!”
“This should be good! Were they left under your pillow by your Fairy Godfather?”
Justin glares. “They’re Daphne’s. Well, they were Daphne’s. We were hanging out one night and we were stoned,” Justin pretends not to notice Brian rolling his eyes. “She made me try them on, telling me how comfortable they were. So I did and I forgot I had them on when I left.”
“When will the youth of today realize that these tragedies will never stop happening if they don’t ‘Just Say No’?”
In their familiar back and forth it is Justin’s turn to roll his eyes. “But they really are comfortable. Seriously, the most comfortable thing ever! You should try them.”
“NOT gonna happen.”
“But they are really, really comfortable.”
“Nope.”
“Chicken.”
“Give me one good reason why I should put on, and I can’t believe I am even uttering this, Pink Bunny Slippers?”
Justin shrugs, “So you can say you’ve fucked a hot, blonde twink while wearing pink bunny slippers.”
“How about we just say I fucked a hot, blonde twink WEARING pink bunny slippers?” Brian closes the space between them with each word spoken.
“Fine have it your way,” Justin plants a quick kiss, “but you have to at least try them on first.”
“You’re fucked!”
”Not until you try them on,” Justin sing-songs.
“Christ! What’s a guy gotta do to get laid around here?”
“Try on pink bunny slippers,” Justin grins widely.
Brian puts out his hand, “So help me God, if you so much as breathe a word of this to anyone, EVER, you will be held accountable in ways I have yet to imagine.”
“Absolutely. Understood.”
Brian slams the poor rabbits to the floor and shoves his too big feet into them. Scowling he spits out, “Can I fuck you now?”
Justin is doing an extremely poor job of stifling his laughter. “Eww, who wants to sleep with a guy who’s got bunnies on his feet? I think I’m gonna go call Michael.” He barely finishes the sentence when he finds himself pinned to the floor, being made short work of by a very barefoot Brian Kinney.
The pink bunny slippers had a great view.
Feel free to have me committed anytime. :D