Drabbles
This community has been dead forever, it seems. I'm so sad! That being said, I have some drabbles. They were written by me for a special someone who continued to give me prompts. They are all Ben/Justin/Brian type drabbles. I think we should do a libertybaths fic challenge, or something. Yes. Let's!
(no prompt)
He looked at me exactly the way I wanted someone to. As if I mattered.
As if he cared. I knew Brian cared. Course I did. But he was too
stubborn to show it. Ben wrapped his arms around me, after we
finished making love. Brian tossed me out afterwards, so his trick
wouldn't see me. I could get lost in those arms, in his broad chest,
in his warm caring eyes. And he wasn't in the backroom every night,
looking for my replacement. I know, because I was there. With Brian.
Feeling guilty. As Ben awaited me at home.
(prompt = red pens)
"Really?" He looked up at me, one hand perched on his hip, the other
holding up his paper. "C? You gave me a C?"
"No," I smiled. "You earned a C."
"That's ridiculous."
"If you spent more time with your studies than in the backroom,"
"You are just jealous. You spend all your time with red pens, and I
spend mine with Brian."
"Well," I smiled. "Now YOU get to spend time with the red pen. All
over your paper."
"I don't know why I listened when you said coming back to school was a
good idea." He stormed off.
(prompt = luggage)
He hadn't said a word to Brian, about when he'd be returning. Nothing.
And he didn't even see him standing there, when he walked off the
plane, heading towards the luggage area. He picked up the matching
pieces, remembering when Brian had bought them for him. Years ago,
when he had his first overseas show. He turned, just in time to look
up into Ben's eyes. He wrapped his arms around the taller man, holding
on for dear life, burying his face in his neck. And not noticing
Brian's face as the luggage fell from his hands to the floor.
(prompt = chinese food)
"Aren't you going to read the fortune?"
"No," he scoffed in the direction of the blond haired boy.
"Why not?"
"They have no bearing on your life, Justin."
"They're fun."
He rolled his eyes, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"Ben likes 'em." He says, turning his head to the side.
"Ben also likes Mikey." Brian laughed slightly, "And if you think
using the professor's eating and reading habits is going to make me
jealous…" he trails off.
"What about the way he makes love to me. Does that work?" He stands up
quickly, throwing his fortune on the ground
(prompt = iPhone)
He gasps at the video coming across his iPhone, thinking he should
stop it right away. But, he thinks, maybe he deserves a break. He
might as well take advantage of the opportunity. It had been months
since he had been able to go home for longer than a few days. He
hadn't seen Brian's long, beautiful body in what seemed like ages. And
here he was, fucking someone who looked surprisingly blond haired and
blue eyed like someone else he knew. He slid his hand inside his jeans
quickly, biting his tongue as someone else entered the bathroom
noisily.
(no prompt)
He looked at me exactly the way I wanted someone to. As if I mattered.
As if he cared. I knew Brian cared. Course I did. But he was too
stubborn to show it. Ben wrapped his arms around me, after we
finished making love. Brian tossed me out afterwards, so his trick
wouldn't see me. I could get lost in those arms, in his broad chest,
in his warm caring eyes. And he wasn't in the backroom every night,
looking for my replacement. I know, because I was there. With Brian.
Feeling guilty. As Ben awaited me at home.
(prompt = red pens)
"Really?" He looked up at me, one hand perched on his hip, the other
holding up his paper. "C? You gave me a C?"
"No," I smiled. "You earned a C."
"That's ridiculous."
"If you spent more time with your studies than in the backroom,"
"You are just jealous. You spend all your time with red pens, and I
spend mine with Brian."
"Well," I smiled. "Now YOU get to spend time with the red pen. All
over your paper."
"I don't know why I listened when you said coming back to school was a
good idea." He stormed off.
(prompt = luggage)
He hadn't said a word to Brian, about when he'd be returning. Nothing.
And he didn't even see him standing there, when he walked off the
plane, heading towards the luggage area. He picked up the matching
pieces, remembering when Brian had bought them for him. Years ago,
when he had his first overseas show. He turned, just in time to look
up into Ben's eyes. He wrapped his arms around the taller man, holding
on for dear life, burying his face in his neck. And not noticing
Brian's face as the luggage fell from his hands to the floor.
(prompt = chinese food)
"Aren't you going to read the fortune?"
"No," he scoffed in the direction of the blond haired boy.
"Why not?"
"They have no bearing on your life, Justin."
"They're fun."
He rolled his eyes, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"Ben likes 'em." He says, turning his head to the side.
"Ben also likes Mikey." Brian laughed slightly, "And if you think
using the professor's eating and reading habits is going to make me
jealous…" he trails off.
"What about the way he makes love to me. Does that work?" He stands up
quickly, throwing his fortune on the ground
(prompt = iPhone)
He gasps at the video coming across his iPhone, thinking he should
stop it right away. But, he thinks, maybe he deserves a break. He
might as well take advantage of the opportunity. It had been months
since he had been able to go home for longer than a few days. He
hadn't seen Brian's long, beautiful body in what seemed like ages. And
here he was, fucking someone who looked surprisingly blond haired and
blue eyed like someone else he knew. He slid his hand inside his jeans
quickly, biting his tongue as someone else entered the bathroom
noisily.