"...and I'm with myself almost constantly!"
My week is going pretty well. I'm working a bit - though there isn't a lot for me to do until September, so I'll probably end up taking a mini-vacation, relaxing a lot, writing quite a bit, and going for long walks. ♥
I finally got a call back today from the literacy tutoring volunteer opportunity I applied for about a month ago, so it looks like I'm going to be able to do that this semester. I'm really excited, it seems like a good program and it will be great experience. Happy~
This idea has been kind of poking at my brain for awhile, so I figured it was best to just do it and have on with it. I-I'm not sure it exactly makes sense, but. :)
that ol' thumpa-thumpa | queer as folk/johnny's entertainment crossover, brian/justin | pg-13 | ~1,500 words
Brian couldn't pinpoint exactly where it all started, but he suspected that Japanese guy Emmett had picked up at Babylon one night had a lot to do with it.
Then again, Emmett had a knack for coming across some pretty weird stuff on his own.
"The fuck are you watching?" Brian loosened his tie and tossed it on his bed. He was a little pissed off to arrive home at his own flat only to find that Justin had seemingly decided to hold a slumber party.
If there was one thing that Brian did not want to see after a long fucking day (and half the night, actually, as it was an important account) was Ted reclining on his designer European leather sofa with his feet propped on his equally expensive imported coffee table.
"Arashi's first Tokyo Dome concert." Emmett was squished in the middle of the couch, dementedly waving what looked like a white stop sign with a face on it at the television.
The face had giant eyebrows and seemed to stare back at Brian when he stared at it.
Justin waved at Brian from his side of the couch, though his eyes quickly flicked back at the screen, on which - Brian could only take a quick look, whatever the fuck they were watching was so nauseatingly colorful that it hurt his eyes after more than a second.
"If I asked for more detail -" Brian pulled his shirt over his head and threw it at Ted's head. "Would I regret it?"
"They're just this Japanese boyband thing." Even Mikey was part of the little party. "Emmett is totally into them."
"They're fabulous!" Emmett hugged his fan-thing to his chest. "They're part of this giant idol corporation thing that's designed to turn boys into hot young singing and dancing machines. It's huge in Japan."
"Huh." Brian appraised the screen again. Two of the prancing, tiny guys onscreen were waving enthusiastically at a very large crowd, while another two were singing with their arms around each other's shoulders. Rainbows flew across a giant screen in the background. "Looks...pretty gay."
"Exactly," said Emmett smugly, as two of the boyband guys onscreen leaned in for a kiss.
*
Brian was prepared to shrug off being forced through two and a half-hours of seizure inducing colors and offkey singing of sugary foreign pop songs when Justin finally sent everyone packing out the door around midnight and then pinned Brian against it.
"Mmm." Brian traced Justin's jawline with his lips, nipping at the patch of skin under his ear. Justin was making quick work of his belt. "That was kind of a waste of an evening."
"It wasn't so bad," Justin protested, popping open the button of Brian's jeans. "The music is kind of weird, but they're hot and it's kind of funny."
"Sunshine." Brian ducked his head to trail a line of kisses down Justin's throat. "I hate to say this, but weird doesn't even begin to cover it. And if I want to see skinny twinks in bad pants getting hot and heavy with each other, I can just go to Babylon."
"Well, Emmett likes them a lot." Justin slipped his hand inside Brian's underwear, wrapping it around his cock. "Michael too, I think. He has a bit of a thing for Sho - you know, the one that raps? It's probably the muscles. Emmett told him that he was doing some kind of superhero movie and he got all excited."
"Mikey's always had questionable taste." Brain arched into Justin's hand, wrapping one hand around the back of Justin's neck, letting his fingers slip through the soft hair there. "And Emmett's love for gay little boybands aside, I can think of a whole list of things I would have rather spent my Friday night doing that watching a bunch of wannabe fags who think they're a rainbow molest each other onstage."
"Like fucking me into oblivion?" Justin backed himself off the door, pushing Brian towards the bedroom.
"Right at the top," Brian confirmed, pulling Justin in for a kiss.
*
Babylon was as crowded as ever for a Saturday night, but that didn't usually give Brian a headache.
"GET ON, NUMBER ONE HERO OF NEW SALVATION," boomed the speakers, "I - AM - SO - LU~CKY - MAN."
"I do own this fucking bar, you know," Brian told Ben miserably, starting in on his third drink.
"So tell them to play something else." Ben was watching Michael dance with Emmett over on the other end of the floor with a certain soft look on his face.
Brian grunted, pushing his empty glass across the bar. "Love to. But unfortunately this sparkly crap brings in all the fags in the county."
"It has gotten pretty popular lately." Ben didn't look all that happy. "I personally don't see the attraction. I mean, it's blatant commercialism, and worse, the objectification of the male body to attract a female audience. You could even say that they use staged homosexual acts - I think Michael said that they call it fanservice? - anyways, in order to-"
"Spare me the seminar, professor." Brian rubbed his eyes. "God, this had better blow over soon. Otherwise, I'm not sure I'm going to need drugs anymore to get a mind-trip around here."
"BANG! BANG! BAKUHATSU DA!"
*
To his horror, Brian was fast becoming aware that he had, against his will and conscious knowledge, absorbed more knowledge about what Emmett importantly called "JE" than he had ever wanted to.
"Ted, could you take care of -" Brian noticed the lightening fast click of Ted's mouse as he entered his office. "God, I don't care if you're looking at porn, just as long as you get the fucking work done."
"I am not," Ted retorted, snatching the files out of Brian's hand.
"Fine, fine, whatever. Oh, yeah, and I forgot to tell you." Brian ignored Ted's screech as he grabbed the mouse, minimizing the windows. "There's a new security program that the tech staff installed and it -"
He paused as he minimized to the desktop, staring at Ted's background.
"Oh, Theodore." Brian's grin grew wider as Ted's face grew redder and he tried in vain to block the image of ten, grinning, tiny Japanese boys in garish orange and white outfits. The one in front with long hair has his arm around another one, who looked like a fourth-grader. "Hey!Say!JUMP? That's so sweet. And pathetic."
"Not all of them are underage!" Ted grabbed the mouse back, clicking open a program window.
"And pedophilic!" Brian sang out gleefully, as he left the office.
*
"Debbie's into Kanjani8," Emmett confided. "I tried to make her watch the Time concert, but some twink from the diner had loaned her the 47 Prefecture tour DVD and she wouldn't let me shut it off. She told Carl that she liked them better than Arashi." He sounded disapproving, but resigned.
"What are -?" Brian asked warily
"Some of them wear skirts." Justin toyed with a paper napkin. "And they're kind of loud and crazy."
Emmett flipped a few pages rapidly in his July Myojo and slid it across the table towards Brian. "Here!"
"Huh." Brian examined the garish colors and fabrics with the eye of someone now used to the visual rape of Japanese entertainment. "That makes sense, in a really twisted sort of way."
"Three Maximum Umai burgers!" Debbie boomed, setting down the plates in front of them with a loud clatter. "With Chestuo fries for Sunshine."
*
Justin was no help.
"They're called NEWS," he told Brian, legs pinning down Brian's on the couch, like he expected Brian to try and make a run for it. The colorful, screechy display on Brian's widescreen looked no different than Emmett's favourite group, as Brian could tell, except that there were more of them and they sounded even more offkey, if that was possible.
"Huh." Brian stared at the screen dispassionately.
"They're really cool," Justin said, watching Brian carefully.
"I kind of like the dark-haired bitchy one," Brian said finally, in a martyr-like effort to be supportive of Justin's stupid interests.
"I thought you might," Justin said dryly. "Here, I picked this up, too. I have a feeling it might appeal to you just a little bit more than this." He picked up a different case, a slim black and red one, from the coffee table and slid the DVD into the player.
"Oh, but I was enjoying the Neverfuckingending Story," Brian said sweetly.
*
Brian would never openly call himself a KAT-TUN fan, and he certainly denied it, even though Emmett blamed him when the DJ refused to play "Eyes With Delight" instead of "Lovejuice".
But that didn't stop him from giving Justin an extra-special thank-you blowjob when he picked up a Jin photoset during his and Emmett's trip to Tokyo during the summer concert season.
FIN
...yeah, idk.
Also, a Pornstorm session drabble I forgot to post earlier:
Sho is drunk and wound tighter than Matsujun on three hours of sleep and no caffeine, but Nino still doesn't seem to be getting the message, if the light teasing swipes of his tongue against the slit of Sho's cock are any indication.
"Nino." Sho gritted his teeth, arching his hips off the bed and tugging at the scarf that was preventing him from using his hands to make Nino do exactly what he wanted. "Come on, come on already..."
Nino peered up at him from under sweat-soaked bangs, smirking wickedly. He pursed his lips, mouth hovering bare inches from Sho's cock, and blew softly, slowly.
Sho cracked, strangled cries escaping from his throat, joined by the sound of the scarf ripping.
"Now look what you did," Nino admonished him, climbing into Sho's lap, sucking and biting at his neck. "That was Leader's favourite."