untitled
because Monia told me to post this...
pairing: Brian/Justin
rating: G/PG
disclaimer: sadly, i don't even own the idea for this fic...
My drabble meme, if you feel like writing something for me! :D
Brian wakes up from uneasy dreams and finds himself in his bed, transformed into a monstrous insect.
The first thought that comes to his mind is, Fuck. Because, really.
He tries to roll this new, disgustingly heavy, ungainly body of his out of bed and onto the floor, but can’t. Can’t even open his eyes more than a little, still enough to have white sunlight blind him, poke holes in his eyeballs and make them drool saltwater along his cheeks to the hairline.
His limbs are wet noodles, the upper part of his body a fucking rock, and to crown it all, he feels a warm thick trail of something, probably bug-goo (it would just figure), cruising down his left side.
And he groans, thinks bitterly, this is it, Kinney, this is fucking it.
But then he feels weight shift on his chest and considers the possibility that maybe, just maybe, it isn’t the heavy weight of a new humungous cockroach-like body that keeps him from getting up like a normal human being but the weight of a healthy seventeen-year-old boy.
Blinking, his eyes finally adjust to the daylight just in time to see Justin’s mouth dribble more drool on his skin, forehead beginning to rub softly against his chest whilst waking up.
Groaning, Justin lifts his head, the corners of his eyes swollen and pink, his hair a fucking eyesore that Brian would no doubt be petting if Justin wasn’t lying on his arm. ‘I’m never doing shots with you again,’ he moans dropping heavily back onto Brian’s chest.
When Justin begins to mumble something about black coffee in bed please, Brian isn’t all that sure if waking up as an insect wouldn’t have been a more lenient fate.
One thing he knows, though: Justin is sleeping on the sofa the next night. And that’s final.
pairing: Brian/Justin
rating: G/PG
disclaimer: sadly, i don't even own the idea for this fic...
My drabble meme, if you feel like writing something for me! :D
Brian wakes up from uneasy dreams and finds himself in his bed, transformed into a monstrous insect.
The first thought that comes to his mind is, Fuck. Because, really.
He tries to roll this new, disgustingly heavy, ungainly body of his out of bed and onto the floor, but can’t. Can’t even open his eyes more than a little, still enough to have white sunlight blind him, poke holes in his eyeballs and make them drool saltwater along his cheeks to the hairline.
His limbs are wet noodles, the upper part of his body a fucking rock, and to crown it all, he feels a warm thick trail of something, probably bug-goo (it would just figure), cruising down his left side.
And he groans, thinks bitterly, this is it, Kinney, this is fucking it.
But then he feels weight shift on his chest and considers the possibility that maybe, just maybe, it isn’t the heavy weight of a new humungous cockroach-like body that keeps him from getting up like a normal human being but the weight of a healthy seventeen-year-old boy.
Blinking, his eyes finally adjust to the daylight just in time to see Justin’s mouth dribble more drool on his skin, forehead beginning to rub softly against his chest whilst waking up.
Groaning, Justin lifts his head, the corners of his eyes swollen and pink, his hair a fucking eyesore that Brian would no doubt be petting if Justin wasn’t lying on his arm. ‘I’m never doing shots with you again,’ he moans dropping heavily back onto Brian’s chest.
When Justin begins to mumble something about black coffee in bed please, Brian isn’t all that sure if waking up as an insect wouldn’t have been a more lenient fate.
One thing he knows, though: Justin is sleeping on the sofa the next night. And that’s final.