Um, toppy Justin, hello! Wasn't expecting you, but that was very nice thank you.
I can’t even explain what it is about fucking him that makes me feel like I’m seventeen again, and totally in over my head.
My brain was mostly a pile of mush after that scene. But I soldiered on.
I felt like my heart was going to break open and pour over him.
Me too!
Even if Justin hadn’t already been sort of growing on me lately, the huge pot of coffee on the kitchen counter would have done it. I hoped Lindsay got him something really nice from us. I hoped he’d bought the coffee with extra caffeine. Just in case, I put double the sugar in mine. Hopefully the high would last long enough for Gus to tear into the four thousand seven hundred twelve presents Brian had put under, around, near, and within the general vicinity of the tree. This is why I keep saying: Not a total dick.
Although Brian seemed to be in dire need of the extra-caffeinated coffee too. I think Justin put six sugars in his. You know, to give him the energy required to answer burning questions such as, “Could an android be killed by a cyborg or would the android win?”
Brian answered that very seriously, that it would depend on the firearms available to the android and if the cyborg was equipped with full destructive capabilities. Gus just nodded and snapped the android’s head off and looked inside it.
I went to get more coffee.
Bwahaha!! Oh Melanie, if only you were this amusing in real life.
Brian and I stayed in denial as long as we could, but finally Gus’ “Get up, get up, get up” in the hall sent me down to the kitchen to make coffee while Brian assembled, operated, programmed, or otherwise did whatever you’re supposed to do with toys that have processors bigger than the entire computer system once used to manage the space program. Lindsay and Melanie looked totally out of it, and stumbled into the kitchen to get coffee with pathetic gratitude. I brought a cup to Brian out where he was patiently showing Gus how to convert a cyborg tank into a cyborg army. Or something. Brian’s in charge of toys in this house.
Hee!
Justin you saucy minx, with the frying of the bacon in the butter.
I assumed my present was in the trunk. I assumed wrong.
“You hate it.”
I shook my head.
“Then why are you fucking crying?”
I just sniffled on his chest while he stroked my hair. He pulled my chin up and looked into my eyes. He looked totally confused.
“We can trade it in for a car you like.”
I shook my head again. “I like it. I love it.”
“OK. Then why are you crying? You’re acting like fucking Lindsay.”
“What am I going to do with a car in New York?”
He tucked my head under his chin. It could have been an act of affection, or maybe he didn’t want me to see his face. “I thought you could keep it here, so when you’re at the house you’re not stuck here or dependent on me to get around.”
OK. This wasn’t in the plan. At least my plan. I was seriously starting to think Brian had a plan of his own.
Oh man, if he does, I really, really need that sequel now kthx. There are not enough words in the world for how much I love that scene. ♥
but wait, there's more_alicespringsJune 17 2006, 08:48:17 UTC
These are the kinds of things Brian does that confuse the hell out of me sometimes. You can practically beg for him to do something small, like take you out on your birthday or agree that yeah, you have some small degree of affection and commitment for each other, and he’s thrashing all over the place trying to get away or just looking at you like you’re insane. Like wanting to have breakfast in bed on your anniversary, if you had an anniversary, which of course you don’t, would be totally lesbianic. And then he’ll buy you a car. Or a house.
And that's why we you love him, Justin. Cos he's Brian fucking Kinney.
It went around like that for a while. Neither one of us is particularly good at getting the other one to change his mind. I got bored and gave in. He kept arguing for a little while before he noticed.
:D :D :D
So, we were sitting at the curb at the airport. Brian turned his head in my direction, his hands on the steering wheel. He tilted his head just a little and I felt my face just smile, totally without any decision on my part. He cleared his throat and turned his lips inward and did all the things Brian does when he’s about to make a huge emotional commitment like ask you to go have a cup of coffee at the diner with him.
“Call me when you get home.”
I looked at him across the space between us, feeling pretty much the way I did when he first brought me out to the house and told me he’d bought it for us. A mixture of “this is so wonderful it can’t be true” and “this is so horrible it can’t be true” and “this is so weird it can’t be true.” Like I said, loving Brian can be complicated.
“OK. Later.” And I got out of the car. I didn’t kiss him because I was fairly sure if I did, I’d ask if I could stay, and that wasn’t a decision I wanted him to make when he’d almost twisted the steering wheel off with anxiety just asking me to call him on the fucking phone.
eljays character limit sux_alicespringsJune 17 2006, 08:49:51 UTC
He took the kiss. I let my mouth open just a little, and his tongue slipped inside. I opened my mouth more, and touched his tongue with mine, making my mouth soft and open and pliant. His breath changed and he suddenly stretched me out on my back on the sofa, lying on top of me and deepening the kiss, making my mouth open as far as it could, sucking on my tongue. His left hand was in my hair, and his right hand reached down inside my sweats and grabbed my thigh, pulling it up roughly and then slipping down and cradling my balls. He held them gently, then closed his hand just a little on them, and pressed his lips to the spot where my neck curves into my shoulder, where it always makes me crazy, and said, "Talk."
Fuck! Uh, I mean, carry on with your fine story. *whimper*
If I’d known that not talking was the best way to get Brian to talk, we’d have had this conversation years ago.
:D :D :D
And, finally!!!!!
I got up and walked over and stood right in front of him. I put my hands on his shoulders and tipped my head back so I could look him right in the eye. "How'd I do?"
He almost smiled. "Not bad." He put his hands on top of mine on his shoulders. I twined my fingers with his. Then he really did smile.
I licked my lips. He smirked. Asshole. "Fine, then tell me, what did I leave out, or what would you leave out?"
"We can skip the last thing. No more bombs. And not all major holidays. And you didn't mention you blowing me, which is non-negotiable."
"OK. I want some things too."
He raised his eyebrow. "This approach didn't work out so great last time."
I laughed. "No, it didn't. But I want some things anyway. I want to live here. I want to paint here. I want to stop feeling like you're going to chase me off for my own good every time I turn around. If I get into any more shows you have to be there for the openings. And I want a complete list of the major holidays you're going to be sweet and sentimental on, and the ones you aren't. I may be willing to compromise on Flag Day."
Brian was biting his lip. And then his tongue was kind of sticking out just a tiny bit. I'd never noticed him do that before. It was pretty adorable. It was Gus-like. It was very distracting.
♥ ♥ ♥
Gus is coming back to town!!! Nice scene with the lesbiyawns. Where was teh hot lesbo sex? I wanna read it. I'll just pretend they're oother, non-annoying people.
“Outside the house?”
“It all depends.”
“On what?”
“How bad you want to fuck my ass without a condom.”
fgasdsdafaf!
“You know, Justin, you are a seriously, deeply devious person.”
“You’re only just figuring this out now?”
“Actually, no. I should have figured it out about two days after I met you, but it seems to have taken me until you started that whole email thing to grasp the actual scope of your deviousness.”
“You’ve always been a little slow.”
“I’m sweet.”
“Yeah, you are. You liked the email thing?”
“It was genius.”
:D :D :D
He got a frustrated look on his face and shoved his hand through his hair, leaving it standing up all weird. It made me hard just to look at it, so I kissed him again. And I breathed right against his mouth, “Say it.”
“You say it.”
“I love you. See what a tough guy I am?”
“I love you.” He looked like he was going to choke.
“Jesus Christ, Brian, does that cause you actual physical pain or just severe psychological distress?” He heaved up off the sofa and dumped me on the floor, then stuck his hand out. I took it.
“What the fuck was that for?”
“We have to go upstairs.”
“How come?”
“Because you’ve caused me severe psychological distress and actual physical pain, which makes me need to fuck you, and I don’t want the kids to see that.”
“So every time you say you love me, we have to fuck?”
Re: eljays character limit suxxie_xie_xieJune 17 2006, 09:00:02 UTC
Where was teh hot lesbo sex? I wanna read it. I'll just pretend they're oother, non-annoying people.
Yeah... I wrote it, but cut it, even from the "optional" category, because there was no time in this story I felt Mel and Lindz would have had sex in the way I wrote it. It's a uh..... spanking!Lindsay scene. I originally wrote a scene in which Mel and Lindsay have a fairly intense confrontation in the bedroom, Melanie leaves to check on Jenny after the baby monitor makes mewling sounds, and comes back and Lindsay is pretending to be asleep to avoid continuing the discussion and Melanie shows her why she shouldn't pretend.
Oh dear, I'm getting ummm... hmmmm. I may need to go re-read that now.
I'm not entirely sure what I'll do with it, the next story is in the POV of Brian and Justin, no lesbians, so I'll either share it with anyone who wants some PWP about the girls, or save it for another future story. I don't want to decide tonight.
I can’t even explain what it is about fucking him that makes me feel like I’m seventeen again, and totally in over my head.
My brain was mostly a pile of mush after that scene. But I soldiered on.
I felt like my heart was going to break open and pour over him.
Me too!
Even if Justin hadn’t already been sort of growing on me lately, the huge pot of coffee on the kitchen counter would have done it. I hoped Lindsay got him something really nice from us. I hoped he’d bought the coffee with extra caffeine. Just in case, I put double the sugar in mine. Hopefully the high would last long enough for Gus to tear into the four thousand seven hundred twelve presents Brian had put under, around, near, and within the general vicinity of the tree. This is why I keep saying: Not a total dick.
Although Brian seemed to be in dire need of the extra-caffeinated coffee too. I think Justin put six sugars in his. You know, to give him the energy required to answer burning questions such as, “Could an android be killed by a cyborg or would the android win?”
Brian answered that very seriously, that it would depend on the firearms available to the android and if the cyborg was equipped with full destructive capabilities. Gus just nodded and snapped the android’s head off and looked inside it.
I went to get more coffee.
Bwahaha!! Oh Melanie, if only you were this amusing in real life.
Brian and I stayed in denial as long as we could, but finally Gus’ “Get up, get up, get up” in the hall sent me down to the kitchen to make coffee while Brian assembled, operated, programmed, or otherwise did whatever you’re supposed to do with toys that have processors bigger than the entire computer system once used to manage the space program. Lindsay and Melanie looked totally out of it, and stumbled into the kitchen to get coffee with pathetic gratitude. I brought a cup to Brian out where he was patiently showing Gus how to convert a cyborg tank into a cyborg army. Or something. Brian’s in charge of toys in this house.
Hee!
Justin you saucy minx, with the frying of the bacon in the butter.
I assumed my present was in the trunk. I assumed wrong.
“You hate it.”
I shook my head.
“Then why are you fucking crying?”
I just sniffled on his chest while he stroked my hair. He pulled my chin up and looked into my eyes. He looked totally confused.
“We can trade it in for a car you like.”
I shook my head again. “I like it. I love it.”
“OK. Then why are you crying? You’re acting like fucking Lindsay.”
“What am I going to do with a car in New York?”
He tucked my head under his chin. It could have been an act of affection, or maybe he didn’t want me to see his face. “I thought you could keep it here, so when you’re at the house you’re not stuck here or dependent on me to get around.”
OK. This wasn’t in the plan. At least my plan. I was seriously starting to think Brian had a plan of his own.
Oh man, if he does, I really, really need that sequel now kthx. There are not enough words in the world for how much I love that scene. ♥
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I just love Justin.
Oh, and btw, when I sent the sex scene to gmta_nz to beta, she said you would love it. You're busted.
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Busted. I got my comments all mixed up. But yes. Big fan of teh hot toppy!Justin, and also teh hot lesbo sex.
And did I mention teh hot toppy Justin???
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Totally not kidding.
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And that's why we you love him, Justin. Cos he's Brian fucking Kinney.
It went around like that for a while. Neither one of us is particularly good at getting the other one to change his mind. I got bored and gave in. He kept arguing for a little while before he noticed.
:D :D :D
So, we were sitting at the curb at the airport. Brian turned his head in my direction, his hands on the steering wheel. He tilted his head just a little and I felt my face just smile, totally without any decision on my part. He cleared his throat and turned his lips inward and did all the things Brian does when he’s about to make a huge emotional commitment like ask you to go have a cup of coffee at the diner with him.
“Call me when you get home.”
I looked at him across the space between us, feeling pretty much the way I did when he first brought me out to the house and told me he’d bought it for us. A mixture of “this is so wonderful it can’t be true” and “this is so horrible it can’t be true” and “this is so weird it can’t be true.” Like I said, loving Brian can be complicated.
“OK. Later.” And I got out of the car. I didn’t kiss him because I was fairly sure if I did, I’d ask if I could stay, and that wasn’t a decision I wanted him to make when he’d almost twisted the steering wheel off with anxiety just asking me to call him on the fucking phone.
Perfection.
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Fuck! Uh, I mean, carry on with your fine story. *whimper*
If I’d known that not talking was the best way to get Brian to talk, we’d have had this conversation years ago.
:D :D :D
And, finally!!!!!
I got up and walked over and stood right in front of him. I put my hands on his shoulders and tipped my head back so I could look him right in the eye. "How'd I do?"
He almost smiled. "Not bad." He put his hands on top of mine on his shoulders. I twined my fingers with his. Then he really did smile.
I licked my lips. He smirked. Asshole. "Fine, then tell me, what did I leave out, or what would you leave out?"
"We can skip the last thing. No more bombs. And not all major holidays. And you didn't mention you blowing me, which is non-negotiable."
"OK. I want some things too."
He raised his eyebrow. "This approach didn't work out so great last time."
I laughed. "No, it didn't. But I want some things anyway. I want to live here. I want to paint here. I want to stop feeling like you're going to chase me off for my own good every time I turn around. If I get into any more shows you have to be there for the openings. And I want a complete list of the major holidays you're going to be sweet and sentimental on, and the ones you aren't. I may be willing to compromise on Flag Day."
Brian was biting his lip. And then his tongue was kind of sticking out just a tiny bit. I'd never noticed him do that before. It was pretty adorable. It was Gus-like. It was very distracting.
♥ ♥ ♥
Gus is coming back to town!!! Nice scene with the lesbiyawns.
Where was teh hot lesbo sex? I wanna read it. I'll just pretend they're oother, non-annoying people.
“Outside the house?”
“It all depends.”
“On what?”
“How bad you want to fuck my ass without a condom.”
fgasdsdafaf!
“You know, Justin, you are a seriously, deeply devious person.”
“You’re only just figuring this out now?”
“Actually, no. I should have figured it out about two days after I met you, but it seems to have taken me until you started that whole email thing to grasp the actual scope of your deviousness.”
“You’ve always been a little slow.”
“I’m sweet.”
“Yeah, you are. You liked the email thing?”
“It was genius.”
:D :D :D
He got a frustrated look on his face and shoved his hand through his hair, leaving it standing up all weird. It made me hard just to look at it, so I kissed him again. And I breathed right against his mouth, “Say it.”
“You say it.”
“I love you. See what a tough guy I am?”
“I love you.” He looked like he was going to choke.
“Jesus Christ, Brian, does that cause you actual physical pain or just severe psychological distress?” He heaved up off the sofa and dumped me on the floor, then stuck his hand out. I took it.
“What the fuck was that for?”
“We have to go upstairs.”
“How come?”
“Because you’ve caused me severe psychological distress and actual physical pain, which makes me need to fuck you, and I don’t want the kids to see that.”
“So every time you say you love me, we have to fuck?”
“Yeah.”
That sounded like a plan.
You are my hero.
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Yeah... I wrote it, but cut it, even from the "optional" category, because there was no time in this story I felt Mel and Lindz would have had sex in the way I wrote it. It's a uh..... spanking!Lindsay scene. I originally wrote a scene in which Mel and Lindsay have a fairly intense confrontation in the bedroom, Melanie leaves to check on Jenny after the baby monitor makes mewling sounds, and comes back and Lindsay is pretending to be asleep to avoid continuing the discussion and Melanie shows her why she shouldn't pretend.
Oh dear, I'm getting ummm... hmmmm. I may need to go re-read that now.
I'm not entirely sure what I'll do with it, the next story is in the POV of Brian and Justin, no lesbians, so I'll either share it with anyone who wants some PWP about the girls, or save it for another future story. I don't want to decide tonight.
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No need to decide tonight. Go have a well-earned rest. xoxo
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There's no such thing as enough. You know that.
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