Dinner Conversation (PG-13; Justin, the Taylors)
Title: A Dinner Conversation
Author: Etharei
Timeline: gapfiller some time between 102-103
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Queer as Folk and all the characters and situations featured therein are the property of Showtime, Cowlip Productions and their affiliates. I’m only borrowing them for purely non-profit, recreational purposes, and promise to replenish the condom and lube supply when I’m done.
Summary: “Justin, do you sleep at all when you’re over at Daphne’s?”
Author's note: Part of the DRAW A STRAIGHT LINE drabble set. Originally written for Challenge #12: Sleepy at qaf-drabbles.
“Justin, do you sleep at all when you’re over at Daphne’s?”
Justin nearly chokes on his meatloaf. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it… but he knows, from the way Molly’s giggling, that his face probably blends in with the tomato sauce right now.
Doesn’t help that it makes him think (never mind how) of Brian’s cum, warm and wet all over his sweaty stomach.
Shit. Now he’s embarrassed and horny.
“Leave him alone, Jen,” his dad chuckles, slyly winking at Justin.
He can’t handle this.
His chair scrapes the floor. “I’m sleepy, so I’m going to bed now.”
Author: Etharei
Timeline: gapfiller some time between 102-103
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Queer as Folk and all the characters and situations featured therein are the property of Showtime, Cowlip Productions and their affiliates. I’m only borrowing them for purely non-profit, recreational purposes, and promise to replenish the condom and lube supply when I’m done.
Summary: “Justin, do you sleep at all when you’re over at Daphne’s?”
Author's note: Part of the DRAW A STRAIGHT LINE drabble set. Originally written for Challenge #12: Sleepy at qaf-drabbles.
“Justin, do you sleep at all when you’re over at Daphne’s?”
Justin nearly chokes on his meatloaf. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it… but he knows, from the way Molly’s giggling, that his face probably blends in with the tomato sauce right now.
Doesn’t help that it makes him think (never mind how) of Brian’s cum, warm and wet all over his sweaty stomach.
Shit. Now he’s embarrassed and horny.
“Leave him alone, Jen,” his dad chuckles, slyly winking at Justin.
He can’t handle this.
His chair scrapes the floor. “I’m sleepy, so I’m going to bed now.”