Three Drabbles
Some drabbles I wrote to try to kick-start my muse again. Sorry if they're lousy; drabbles are hard to write! I admire anyone who can write them well. :)
As usual, the characters aren't mine.
Jealousy
Episode 219; Brian's POV.
He comes home that night smelling of sex. Smelling of him. I'm drunk and pissed off. He tries to avoid me, but I grab him and attack him with my mouth, with my hands. I want to erase every trace of him. I want him to remember who he belongs to. I push him down, undo his pants, and ravish his mouth.
It would be so easy to take him then, right on the floor. He's ready and willing. But, instead, I tell him that he stinks and leave him lying there. Bewildered. Aroused.
I've proven my point. He is mine.
Friendship
No specific episode; Michael's POV.
A friend is somebody who knows everything about you, but likes you anyway. Someone who sees past all your faults, to the real you inside. A person who is always there for you, no matter what, who will drop what he's doing and run to your side when you need him.
Sometimes, a friend gets caught up in his own thing and sort of forgets about you for awhile. Not that he doesn't care - he just has other things on his mind. And when he comes back, you forgive him, because that's what friends do.
True friends love each other.
Untitled
No specific episode; Justin's POV.
Late at night, I sometimes feel his hand brush over mys kin. His warm breath caresses the back of my neck. I'll lean into him; I can't help myself. I feel like I can't get close enough. Once in a while, he'll kiss my neck or my shoulder before he falls back asleep. At times like those, I just smile to myself, maybe sigh a little.
I've never felt more safe than when I'm with him. I've never felt more cared for. And, though he won't say the words I so long to hear, I know that he loves me.
As usual, the characters aren't mine.
Jealousy
Episode 219; Brian's POV.
He comes home that night smelling of sex. Smelling of him. I'm drunk and pissed off. He tries to avoid me, but I grab him and attack him with my mouth, with my hands. I want to erase every trace of him. I want him to remember who he belongs to. I push him down, undo his pants, and ravish his mouth.
It would be so easy to take him then, right on the floor. He's ready and willing. But, instead, I tell him that he stinks and leave him lying there. Bewildered. Aroused.
I've proven my point. He is mine.
Friendship
No specific episode; Michael's POV.
A friend is somebody who knows everything about you, but likes you anyway. Someone who sees past all your faults, to the real you inside. A person who is always there for you, no matter what, who will drop what he's doing and run to your side when you need him.
Sometimes, a friend gets caught up in his own thing and sort of forgets about you for awhile. Not that he doesn't care - he just has other things on his mind. And when he comes back, you forgive him, because that's what friends do.
True friends love each other.
Untitled
No specific episode; Justin's POV.
Late at night, I sometimes feel his hand brush over mys kin. His warm breath caresses the back of my neck. I'll lean into him; I can't help myself. I feel like I can't get close enough. Once in a while, he'll kiss my neck or my shoulder before he falls back asleep. At times like those, I just smile to myself, maybe sigh a little.
I've never felt more safe than when I'm with him. I've never felt more cared for. And, though he won't say the words I so long to hear, I know that he loves me.