OMG I WROTE SOMETHING.... er, sorta. um. yeah.
There is good fic.
And then there is v. short pastede on hedz B/J AU quasi-HS 80's bad!fic.
Guess which one this is alkdjaf.
For
SDV. OMG FINALLY, I KNOW. ♥ The fourth photo? Is what started it all.
Sometimes, Justin can't remember ever not knowing Brian Kinney. It seems like one day he looked over and there Brian was in his crib, his little onesie attitude everything Justin wanted to be when he grew up. That was the day Brian stole Justin's heart -- and his beer-dipped pacifier.
Even though Brian never told the other toddlers about them, Justin suspected Brian liked his ass their playdates. And Justin -- fond of Gus's teddy bear head being attached to his teddy bear body -- chose not to point out that their matching clothes were as good as exchanging teething rings o' commitment.
In no time, they were doing everything together. Like going to Sing Along Night at Babylon. Brian advertised his availibility with his "Ho" sash, but it was a lost cause. No matter how many other strollers he crawled into, it was the boy in the pretty little dress next to him who he always took home.
By the time they graduated Liberty High School, life was good, what with its ganja and manpurses and easily accessable boybits under black gowns.
Then one drunken night at Woody's, they started a band with some random Trick. It doesn't matter why. There were hot groupies and leather and Justin's ass in animal print pants. The 80's were very good to Brian and his Risky Business eyewear.
But tragedy struck the band when Trick was arrested. Justin blamed the homophobic police force. Brian blamed bad bathroom lock practices. Either way, they needed to pay rent and Justin could only give their landlord so many blowjobs before his lips chapped. So, local mall jobs it was. Hey, it still involved handling hot weiners, Brian reasoned. But Hot Dog on a Stick wasn't really what Justin had in mind.
It wasn't until after an exceptionally wild quickie in the kitchen when they got some cornbread batter and cum stuck in their hair that Brian and Justin's music career with the new band really took off.
And then one day, just like VH1 reported on a v. speshul Behind The Music, they disappeared from public view. Fangirls and boys committed suicide. Banks and backrooms closed. The porn world stopped. And Brian and Justin never noticed. They were too busy playing each other's instruments.
You know you want what I'm smokin' aldfkja. Even if technically the last one isn't a POH. But! NAKED BOYS WITH THEIR BITS TOUCHING! And their guitars are even making out on the couch aldkjas. Yeah, there is so gonna be more pastede on hedz bad!fic in the future...
OMFG WAIT -- IDEA!!1
If you have a favorite B/J bad!fic you'd like given the pastede on hedz treatment, leave a fic link here.
The Tiny Print Disclaimer/Rules: 1) I love bad!fic; this will be done with love. MY PASTEDE ON HEDZ WON'T BE MEAN TO THE AUTHOR OMG. 2) No 513/513-post fics. I know, I know. Soon. Leave me alone, pbbbbt. 3) If the fic you choose is 4383592375 chapters long, pick a favorite chapter in case I haven't read it/can't make it through. 4) There's no such thing as a fic too cracky or too bad. Like Brian at his sluttiest, I'm up for it all, yo. EXCEPTION: No rape. 5) I can't promise your request will get done quick, depending on the response to this and RL, but, dammit, I promise it'll get done!
And then there is v. short pastede on hedz B/J AU quasi-HS 80's bad!fic.
Guess which one this is alkdjaf.
For
SDV. OMG FINALLY, I KNOW. ♥ The fourth photo? Is what started it all.
Sometimes, Justin can't remember ever not knowing Brian Kinney. It seems like one day he looked over and there Brian was in his crib, his little onesie attitude everything Justin wanted to be when he grew up. That was the day Brian stole Justin's heart -- and his beer-dipped pacifier.
Even though Brian never told the other toddlers about them, Justin suspected Brian liked his ass their playdates. And Justin -- fond of Gus's teddy bear head being attached to his teddy bear body -- chose not to point out that their matching clothes were as good as exchanging teething rings o' commitment.
In no time, they were doing everything together. Like going to Sing Along Night at Babylon. Brian advertised his availibility with his "Ho" sash, but it was a lost cause. No matter how many other strollers he crawled into, it was the boy in the pretty little dress next to him who he always took home.
By the time they graduated Liberty High School, life was good, what with its ganja and manpurses and easily accessable boybits under black gowns.
Then one drunken night at Woody's, they started a band with some random Trick. It doesn't matter why. There were hot groupies and leather and Justin's ass in animal print pants. The 80's were very good to Brian and his Risky Business eyewear.
But tragedy struck the band when Trick was arrested. Justin blamed the homophobic police force. Brian blamed bad bathroom lock practices. Either way, they needed to pay rent and Justin could only give their landlord so many blowjobs before his lips chapped. So, local mall jobs it was. Hey, it still involved handling hot weiners, Brian reasoned. But Hot Dog on a Stick wasn't really what Justin had in mind.
It wasn't until after an exceptionally wild quickie in the kitchen when they got some cornbread batter and cum stuck in their hair that Brian and Justin's music career with the new band really took off.
And then one day, just like VH1 reported on a v. speshul Behind The Music, they disappeared from public view. Fangirls and boys committed suicide. Banks and backrooms closed. The porn world stopped. And Brian and Justin never noticed. They were too busy playing each other's instruments.
You know you want what I'm smokin' aldfkja. Even if technically the last one isn't a POH. But! NAKED BOYS WITH THEIR BITS TOUCHING! And their guitars are even making out on the couch aldkjas. Yeah, there is so gonna be more pastede on hedz bad!fic in the future...
OMFG WAIT -- IDEA!!1
If you have a favorite B/J bad!fic you'd like given the pastede on hedz treatment, leave a fic link here.
The Tiny Print Disclaimer/Rules: 1) I love bad!fic; this will be done with love. MY PASTEDE ON HEDZ WON'T BE MEAN TO THE AUTHOR OMG. 2) No 513/513-post fics. I know, I know. Soon. Leave me alone, pbbbbt. 3) If the fic you choose is 4383592375 chapters long, pick a favorite chapter in case I haven't read it/can't make it through. 4) There's no such thing as a fic too cracky or too bad. Like Brian at his sluttiest, I'm up for it all, yo. EXCEPTION: No rape. 5) I can't promise your request will get done quick, depending on the response to this and RL, but, dammit, I promise it'll get done!