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TITLE: Ugly Sweater
GIFT REQUEST: Fic. fun schmoop. brian/justin
“Brian!” Justin called from the door as he walked into the loft. “Are you ready, yet?” He began to pull his shirt off as he walked.
“Ready for what?” Brian mumbled. Clearly he had just been woken from a nap, as Justin found him lying on the bed with extremely messy hair.
“The ugly sweater party! I told you this a week ago!” Justin was now rummaging through the drawers looking for his own attire.
“Was my dick in your ass when you informed me? If so, it doesn’t count.” He growled, reaching over to pull Justin’s topless form onto the bed next to him.
“Brian! We don’t have time for this! I was running so late already!”
The reply he got was Brian’s tongue plunging into his mouth. In no time at all, he was naked and Brian’s mouth was nearing his cock.
“Brian, oh, um, Brian!” He yanked on the brown locks brushing his lower abdomen. “We don’t. Have. Time.” But Brian wouldn’t be persuaded. However, Brian was a master at everything sexual, and barely five minutes had passed before Justin was laying in post-orgasmic bliss on the bed, Brian lazily kissing his way up toward his mouth again.
“Are you going to reciprocate?” Brian asked softly, leading Justin’s hand to his cock. Of course, now that he felt how hard Brian was, he had to reciprocate. And that led to a vigorous round of fucking. By the time they were showered, they were impossibly late.
“Brian! What the fuck are you wearing?” Justin admonished, seeing Brian’s simple red sweater.
“Me? What the fuck is that?” He asked, pointing at Justin’s horrible pea green sweater with a huge light up reindeer, complete with antlers adorned with lights that actually blinked.
“My ugly sweater. Where is yours?” Justin accused.
“This IS an ugly sweater. It somehow missed my annual purge and it’s so last year!”
“Is this the part where you tell me you’re not going?”
“Brian Kinney wouldn’t be caught dead in that sweater. This is as ugly as you can hope for.” He then proceeded to head out the door.
“Brian!” Justin pleaded, making one last attempt to persuade him.
“Justin!” Brian mimicked. Just be happy I’m going at all!” Brian pulled him by the ugly antlers (and the nipples underneath) and kissed him hard.
Justin reconsidered. Yeah, he should choose his battles. He stomped down the stairs after Brian, happy that they were going at all.
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oceanreignTITLE: Ugly Sweater
GIFT REQUEST: Fic. fun schmoop. brian/justin
“Brian!” Justin called from the door as he walked into the loft. “Are you ready, yet?” He began to pull his shirt off as he walked.
“Ready for what?” Brian mumbled. Clearly he had just been woken from a nap, as Justin found him lying on the bed with extremely messy hair.
“The ugly sweater party! I told you this a week ago!” Justin was now rummaging through the drawers looking for his own attire.
“Was my dick in your ass when you informed me? If so, it doesn’t count.” He growled, reaching over to pull Justin’s topless form onto the bed next to him.
“Brian! We don’t have time for this! I was running so late already!”
The reply he got was Brian’s tongue plunging into his mouth. In no time at all, he was naked and Brian’s mouth was nearing his cock.
“Brian, oh, um, Brian!” He yanked on the brown locks brushing his lower abdomen. “We don’t. Have. Time.” But Brian wouldn’t be persuaded. However, Brian was a master at everything sexual, and barely five minutes had passed before Justin was laying in post-orgasmic bliss on the bed, Brian lazily kissing his way up toward his mouth again.
“Are you going to reciprocate?” Brian asked softly, leading Justin’s hand to his cock. Of course, now that he felt how hard Brian was, he had to reciprocate. And that led to a vigorous round of fucking. By the time they were showered, they were impossibly late.
“Brian! What the fuck are you wearing?” Justin admonished, seeing Brian’s simple red sweater.
“Me? What the fuck is that?” He asked, pointing at Justin’s horrible pea green sweater with a huge light up reindeer, complete with antlers adorned with lights that actually blinked.
“My ugly sweater. Where is yours?” Justin accused.
“This IS an ugly sweater. It somehow missed my annual purge and it’s so last year!”
“Is this the part where you tell me you’re not going?”
“Brian Kinney wouldn’t be caught dead in that sweater. This is as ugly as you can hope for.” He then proceeded to head out the door.
“Brian!” Justin pleaded, making one last attempt to persuade him.
“Justin!” Brian mimicked. Just be happy I’m going at all!” Brian pulled him by the ugly antlers (and the nipples underneath) and kissed him hard.
Justin reconsidered. Yeah, he should choose his battles. He stomped down the stairs after Brian, happy that they were going at all.
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Date: 2014-12-31 10:13 pm (UTC)Typical Brian, you've got to love him...
Hugs Hon ~ Kathleen 💕
THANK YOU!
Date: 2015-01-01 12:49 am (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2015-01-01 08:46 pm (UTC)Dee Dee
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Date: 2015-01-02 05:45 am (UTC)Mind you - he could have worn one of those appalling knitted sweater vests they kept foisting on him in S3 and S4.
Now they were truly ugly. Even Brian Kinney couldn't make them look good.
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Date: 2015-02-23 02:24 pm (UTC)~ Deborah