Fic, fic!!! Quaf fic?
Hmm,...that's what happens when two persons with no idea about writing improvise a campaign to promote tourism in Hawaii:
frusciantechick and me tried our best.
QAF - Hawaiian Style
Brian was...upset. The last week (let's say month) have been a wreck. Kinnetic was full of work and he loved that. But the art department apparently couldn't keep with the rhythm. The last storms that lashed Pittsburg weren't helping either. Interns keep calling ill, workers arriving late because the road conditions. Driving from Britin to Pittsburg now, didn't take half an hour, more like an hour and a half. That's why he decided to stay at the loft. But when this morning something broke (or at least he thought he hear something broke) and water begin pouring from the wall (frozen pipes, must be), he thought he had had enough of the winter. But now, Justin was late. Who takes a plane in this weather anyway? OK, he bought the tickets. So what? The sky had been clear all morning. Brian looked again at the panels and saw relieved that Justin's flight was finally here.
Justin walked to Brian and nearly trip with the bags of a tanned family. He cursed. His month hadn't been a blast either.
-Brian. Fuck, I thought I would never get here...Brian?
Brian was still looking at the panels. He took Justin by the arm and brought the two of them to the airlines counter.
-Brian? What the f...
-Miami or Hawaii?
_What?
-Miami or Hawaii?
-Why not Ibiza?
-Have you brought your passport, Sunshine?
-Duh, no.
-Then...
-Are you serious?
-Aren't I always?
-I've never been to an island...
-And Manhattan is...?
Justin hit Brian lightly. They looked to each other and smiled.
-Hawaii?
-Hawaii!
-Two tickets to Hawaii, olu'olu.
*****
Justin can’t believe what Brian was doing. A spur of the moment trip out of frigid Pitts to sunny Hawaii. What. The. Fuck! Justin was all smiles and couldn’t wait to hit the beaches and feel the sun on his back and the sand between his toes. No more icy feet. No more cold noses. No more chattering teeth. Just sunshine for Sunshine .
B: The first thing I need to do is get into some board shorts.
B: But I want to see you in something with a little less fabric to show off your bubble butt .
J: .Duh! Like yeah!
B: Don’t forget the slippers….
We head on out to the “car” rental place to pickup or “transportation” so we can cruise around this island paradise.
B: What the fuck is that?!?
No worries. One around the island tour coming up. We stop at this little shop to get some shave ice. Ummm. Yummy!
Next stop. Lanikai Beach. The water is crystal blue and the sand is as fine as sugar. And the water… So warm.
With all the swimming we did at the beach we picked up quite an appetite and stopped at this “hole-in-the-wall” for some plate lunch. Ono kine grindz brah!
Off to Waikiki to our hotel room to watch the sun setting along this gorgeous island shore. The next morning we take a plane to Kauai because we have this fantasy of camping on a secluded beach where we can be free to do whatever the fuck we want with no one to bother us. Paradise lost…. I am being Swept Away….
*****
Justin couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy, and relaxed, and...sated. Just him and Brian in this beautiful beach in Kauai. Alone. Together. He couldn't get enough of the green, the white, the blue that surrounded him, beginning to paint imaginary canvas in his mind. Also, there were bronze. Bronze like Brian's skin, who had already caught enough sun to make him look even more beautiful. But that wasn't happening to Justin's skin, who came to the conclusion he had to regularly apply high protection sun cream if he didn't want to burn to ashes. It would have been a real pain if it wasn't because Brian, at first pointing out Justin wasn't doing it right but later just because he enjoyed it, took the job. He slowly and precisely extended the cream, making sure no part of Justin's body was left unprotected. It made Justin incredibly hot. But when he tried to move, Brian would say "Stay still" in his sexy hoarse voice, and he would feel like seventeen again, trying fiercely not to move.
Justin looked at his arms and legs and thought it was time for another sensual massage and its aftermath. He got up to go to the tent, leaving Brian lying lazily on the sand. Last night, in Waikiki, they have been both so drunk, Brian had decided to use every Hawaiian word he learnt. He would say: “One whisky. Wiki. `Olu`olu. Mahalo." And then began to say things Justin wasn't sure he even knew their meaning:"Moku, ko`u ipo, makemake, kahakai,akamai!...". Back at the hotel room, Brian decided it was time to make greetings: "Aloha door”, “aloha moon","aloha bed". Then, later, in bed, just before falling sleep, he had murmured, softly, to Justin's ear, “Aloha Justin".
Justin was so hurried he didn't stop to look for the tube, he just took their backpacks and walk back to Brian. He had one of his arms under his head, the other rested on his belly. He looked so handsome, Justin decided he had time to do a quick sketch. But when he tried to take his outils out, everything felt into the ground. Everything and a tiny silver box with two rings inside. Brian looked up while Justin picked the box and cleaned it from the sand.
-Brian. Why...?
-The loft, remember? It's flooded. I took the documents to Kinnetic to keep them safe, they were with them.
-But you brought them here.
-No. I brought them with me. I hadn't predicted I’d be ending in the middle of the Pacific.
-Oh
-...so...what is all this mess about?-said Brian looking at the contents of the backpacks spreaded all around.
-The sun...-The sun was making the rings glitter.-It's time to put...Brian?
-Uhmm
-Do you want to marry me?
-What? Do you want to fuck me, Sunshine? I know better ways you could try to convince me...
-Oh please, you are not that hard to take. At least you weren't this morning.-Brian groaned. Justin looked thoughtful to the rings.
-So?
-No votes, no rings. Remember?
-I do. And I meant it. I still mean it. But...-Justin smiled. He was probably getting sunstroke. He put one of his knees to the floor, the other in front of him. He extended his arms with the rings. He looked decisively to Brian.
-Brian Kinney. Do you want to marry me?
*****
Previously on QAF-Hawaiian Style we had Justin popping the question to Brian..... What will our stud of Liberty Avenue say to his "boyfriend"? Shush, don't let him here you say that
Brian looked up into his kuuipo’s beautiful blue eyes and couldn’t believe this was happening. Again. But, what a perfect setting for it to happen a second time. They had thoroughly enjoyed themselves during their brief stay on Oahu and night in Waikiki. He was so glad he made this spur of the moment decision to get the fuck out of the Pitts to this paradise with Jus… Lukekine. Even though they have only been in Hawaii a few days he managed to pick up some “essential” Hawaiian words to use during their stay.
He avoided the question on purpose just to make Jus… Lukekine squirm. Evil Bri… Palaina. It looked like Lukekine was in need of more sun screen.
-Huli over Lukekine. I need to apply more lotion.
-I know, I am going to be in big trouble if you don’t constantly apply that stuff.
Lukekine was lying on his stomach and was thoroughly enjoying the lomi lomi he was getting from Palaina (his kuuipo). The spot that needed the most attention was his okole. That NEVER sees the light of day and had turned into two rosy apples. He was in heaven. It felt so good he completely forgot about the question he just asked. Now it was time to apply the lotion to the front.
-Huli over and I will do your front.
Well, this could lead to….
Palaina was just admiring this nani man laying there in the sand. His face was so peaceful with a slight smile playing across his lips. Those lip. Those very tempting, plump, sweet lips…. He couldn’t stop himself and placed a light honi on them.
-Ask me again.
-Wha… Oh….
-Ask me again.
-Palaina, will you marry me?
-You know the fuck I will Lukekine.
Option 1
*****
"I will"
Justin braced Brian and began to leave kisses in his beautiful body. When their mouths met, the world around disappeared.
Some strong noise came from the jungle.
-Brian?
_Umnn?
-Brian,...Brian!!-Justin got up in his feet- Wh...What's that...smoke?
-I don't know. Come here.
-It could be a volcano, a fire, a...Brian! Did you made sure to light off all your cigarettes? We should make sure no trace of our stay here damage this natural landscape...
-I did! And the only trace I'm planning to leave is on you body. Come down.
Justin began to sit slowly.
-But...what's that?-Brian has trapped his arm and was kissing it up to his throat. Now
nuzzling Justin's hair.
-It must be...the people of Lost...- Justin shivered feeling Brian's breath on his skin.
-You mean...the Smoke monster? Brian, that's digital effects.
Some even stronger noise came from the jungle.
Brian and Justin got up, frozen in panic.
Option 2
*****
Thinking back in time, Brian should have sensed that would happen. Rings and Paradise. It would made a lame ad. And who decides to take a flight to Hawaii -a 19 hours flight- in the spur of the moment? For only three days on the archipelago, all the time they were able to take from their busy lives. He has called Ted, to warn him. “Sure Bri, Cynthia and me'll take charge. You, enjoy your sunshine". Michael has been truly surprised, "is there anything wrong, Brian?". What can be wrong in wanting to leave the fucking freezing Pitts with the man he...There's nothing wrong in that! He wanted to do it. He did it.
But, he would be lying if he didn't admit he freezed when they got into the plane. He sensed something. Then, Justin has taken his hand and smiled. That big smile that can light stadiums. And he forgot anything he would have sensed.
They make out during all the flight to Chicago, like teenagers. Some hostess came by to scold them because, the woman has turned brightly red, they were "nearly doing it". And they would have "done it" if they hadn't been followed everywhere. They have got back to their seats after their second attempt, giggling. Some woman has murmured "so cute, they look like newlyweds". He should have sensed it then.
Chicago's airport and flight to Seattle have been easier. They have fuck, rim, suck, jerk, without incidents. In Seattle, sitting and waiting for the last flight. They have looked at the fliers left on the chairs, critizing the art, the copies , the form. There was this one, printed in the cheapest paper, which said: Kimu's church. The church of luve. They have blast out laughing at the misspelling. "The church of luve, they sure don't condom butt sex. They cried of too much laughing and made sure they brought enough luve with them. Shouldn't he have sensed it, then?
On the plane to Hawaii. He doesn't remember when he fall sleep, but he woke up to the trickle of blond hair and a sleepy Justin hugged to him and he felt happy. Happier than he had been in months, so he forgot the rings, the paradise and the world.
*****
Now, with Justin asking him the question again he realized that he was ready. Ready to go all the way. What the fuck was he waiting for? What has he been waiting for? Fuck if he knew. Whatever! This was right! It felt right from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Spending these few days alone with Justin in paradise was something he couldn’t have imagined. Who needs anything else?
OK Kinney, let’s get real! Since when did you turn into a lesbian?
-So, you’re saying YES?
-Yep.
-Do you realize what everyone back home will say?
-Yep.
-And, you don’t care….?
-Not one fuckin’ bit.
Justin had been waiting for so long. He didn’t think THIS would happen in a million years. No way in hell would the stud of Liberty Avenue accept a marriage proposal. All he could do now was smile. Smile from ear to fucking ear. He was beyond happy.
The flight - 19 long hours - was worth it. They were acting like kids. Holding hands. Making out at the airports, on the planes. When they were waiting in Seattle for the last leg of their flight they spotted those cheap fliers on the chairs. “Kimi's church. The church of luve.” They had a great laugh at the thought that this was the ultimate misuse of paper and ink. Bad copy. Bad art. Very bad spelling. I bet this “so-called” Kimi’s church of “luve” sure didn’t “condom” butt sex. They almost tossed their cookies because they were laughing so hard.
But, here they were in paradise. Rings in hand and words of love on their lips….. Ok, here we go again. LESBIAN! Did you pack your balls away in your overnight bag?
-So… what next?
-Howz about we not talk about the details just yet. I want to just enjoy the moment (lesbian thoughts, AGAIN). We have the next few days to have some mindless fucking fun and, some fucking mindless fun I am about to have all over your body.
-Ever the romantic….
-Come here.
-Bri…. mumfovvfur, leszgebaktoodatent. Brian! Hold your horses. We have all day and all night to get down and dirty.
Brian was kissing him hard. Hard, and there was no room for words. Just action. Which was fine by him. He dragged Justin back to the tent and lowered him to the ground. They could not get enough of each other. Hands every where, lips and tongue and breath every where. Good thing the sunscreen was made from coconut oil. Justin tasted like a piece of candy. They fucked and sucked and rimmed and rammed their way to heaven and back and in the end they lay on the ground breathless.
-So, does it feel any different?
-Huh?
-Does it feel any different?
-? ? ?
-DOES it FEEL any different now that we are *cough* engaged?
- *big mega-watt smile going ear to ear* AB-SO-FUCKIN’-LUTELY! It feels like I died and went to heaven…. Wait! *looks around at the beautiful surrounding outside the tent* I would definitely call this HEAVEN!
frusciantechick and me tried our best.
QAF - Hawaiian Style
Brian was...upset. The last week (let's say month) have been a wreck. Kinnetic was full of work and he loved that. But the art department apparently couldn't keep with the rhythm. The last storms that lashed Pittsburg weren't helping either. Interns keep calling ill, workers arriving late because the road conditions. Driving from Britin to Pittsburg now, didn't take half an hour, more like an hour and a half. That's why he decided to stay at the loft. But when this morning something broke (or at least he thought he hear something broke) and water begin pouring from the wall (frozen pipes, must be), he thought he had had enough of the winter. But now, Justin was late. Who takes a plane in this weather anyway? OK, he bought the tickets. So what? The sky had been clear all morning. Brian looked again at the panels and saw relieved that Justin's flight was finally here.
Justin walked to Brian and nearly trip with the bags of a tanned family. He cursed. His month hadn't been a blast either.
-Brian. Fuck, I thought I would never get here...Brian?
Brian was still looking at the panels. He took Justin by the arm and brought the two of them to the airlines counter.
-Brian? What the f...
-Miami or Hawaii?
_What?
-Miami or Hawaii?
-Why not Ibiza?
-Have you brought your passport, Sunshine?
-Duh, no.
-Then...
-Are you serious?
-Aren't I always?
-I've never been to an island...
-And Manhattan is...?
Justin hit Brian lightly. They looked to each other and smiled.
-Hawaii?
-Hawaii!
-Two tickets to Hawaii, olu'olu.
*****
Justin can’t believe what Brian was doing. A spur of the moment trip out of frigid Pitts to sunny Hawaii. What. The. Fuck! Justin was all smiles and couldn’t wait to hit the beaches and feel the sun on his back and the sand between his toes. No more icy feet. No more cold noses. No more chattering teeth. Just sunshine for Sunshine .
B: The first thing I need to do is get into some board shorts.
B: But I want to see you in something with a little less fabric to show off your bubble butt .
J: .Duh! Like yeah!
B: Don’t forget the slippers….
We head on out to the “car” rental place to pickup or “transportation” so we can cruise around this island paradise.
B: What the fuck is that?!?
No worries. One around the island tour coming up. We stop at this little shop to get some shave ice. Ummm. Yummy!
Next stop. Lanikai Beach. The water is crystal blue and the sand is as fine as sugar. And the water… So warm.
With all the swimming we did at the beach we picked up quite an appetite and stopped at this “hole-in-the-wall” for some plate lunch. Ono kine grindz brah!
Off to Waikiki to our hotel room to watch the sun setting along this gorgeous island shore. The next morning we take a plane to Kauai because we have this fantasy of camping on a secluded beach where we can be free to do whatever the fuck we want with no one to bother us. Paradise lost…. I am being Swept Away….
*****
Justin couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy, and relaxed, and...sated. Just him and Brian in this beautiful beach in Kauai. Alone. Together. He couldn't get enough of the green, the white, the blue that surrounded him, beginning to paint imaginary canvas in his mind. Also, there were bronze. Bronze like Brian's skin, who had already caught enough sun to make him look even more beautiful. But that wasn't happening to Justin's skin, who came to the conclusion he had to regularly apply high protection sun cream if he didn't want to burn to ashes. It would have been a real pain if it wasn't because Brian, at first pointing out Justin wasn't doing it right but later just because he enjoyed it, took the job. He slowly and precisely extended the cream, making sure no part of Justin's body was left unprotected. It made Justin incredibly hot. But when he tried to move, Brian would say "Stay still" in his sexy hoarse voice, and he would feel like seventeen again, trying fiercely not to move.
Justin looked at his arms and legs and thought it was time for another sensual massage and its aftermath. He got up to go to the tent, leaving Brian lying lazily on the sand. Last night, in Waikiki, they have been both so drunk, Brian had decided to use every Hawaiian word he learnt. He would say: “One whisky. Wiki. `Olu`olu. Mahalo." And then began to say things Justin wasn't sure he even knew their meaning:"Moku, ko`u ipo, makemake, kahakai,akamai!...". Back at the hotel room, Brian decided it was time to make greetings: "Aloha door”, “aloha moon","aloha bed". Then, later, in bed, just before falling sleep, he had murmured, softly, to Justin's ear, “Aloha Justin".
Justin was so hurried he didn't stop to look for the tube, he just took their backpacks and walk back to Brian. He had one of his arms under his head, the other rested on his belly. He looked so handsome, Justin decided he had time to do a quick sketch. But when he tried to take his outils out, everything felt into the ground. Everything and a tiny silver box with two rings inside. Brian looked up while Justin picked the box and cleaned it from the sand.
-Brian. Why...?
-The loft, remember? It's flooded. I took the documents to Kinnetic to keep them safe, they were with them.
-But you brought them here.
-No. I brought them with me. I hadn't predicted I’d be ending in the middle of the Pacific.
-Oh
-...so...what is all this mess about?-said Brian looking at the contents of the backpacks spreaded all around.
-The sun...-The sun was making the rings glitter.-It's time to put...Brian?
-Uhmm
-Do you want to marry me?
-What? Do you want to fuck me, Sunshine? I know better ways you could try to convince me...
-Oh please, you are not that hard to take. At least you weren't this morning.-Brian groaned. Justin looked thoughtful to the rings.
-So?
-No votes, no rings. Remember?
-I do. And I meant it. I still mean it. But...-Justin smiled. He was probably getting sunstroke. He put one of his knees to the floor, the other in front of him. He extended his arms with the rings. He looked decisively to Brian.
-Brian Kinney. Do you want to marry me?
*****
Previously on QAF-Hawaiian Style we had Justin popping the question to Brian..... What will our stud of Liberty Avenue say to his "boyfriend"? Shush, don't let him here you say that
Brian looked up into his kuuipo’s beautiful blue eyes and couldn’t believe this was happening. Again. But, what a perfect setting for it to happen a second time. They had thoroughly enjoyed themselves during their brief stay on Oahu and night in Waikiki. He was so glad he made this spur of the moment decision to get the fuck out of the Pitts to this paradise with Jus… Lukekine. Even though they have only been in Hawaii a few days he managed to pick up some “essential” Hawaiian words to use during their stay.
He avoided the question on purpose just to make Jus… Lukekine squirm. Evil Bri… Palaina. It looked like Lukekine was in need of more sun screen.
-Huli over Lukekine. I need to apply more lotion.
-I know, I am going to be in big trouble if you don’t constantly apply that stuff.
Lukekine was lying on his stomach and was thoroughly enjoying the lomi lomi he was getting from Palaina (his kuuipo). The spot that needed the most attention was his okole. That NEVER sees the light of day and had turned into two rosy apples. He was in heaven. It felt so good he completely forgot about the question he just asked. Now it was time to apply the lotion to the front.
-Huli over and I will do your front.
Well, this could lead to….
Palaina was just admiring this nani man laying there in the sand. His face was so peaceful with a slight smile playing across his lips. Those lip. Those very tempting, plump, sweet lips…. He couldn’t stop himself and placed a light honi on them.
-Ask me again.
-Wha… Oh….
-Ask me again.
-Palaina, will you marry me?
-You know the fuck I will Lukekine.
Option 1
*****
"I will"
Justin braced Brian and began to leave kisses in his beautiful body. When their mouths met, the world around disappeared.
Some strong noise came from the jungle.
-Brian?
_Umnn?
-Brian,...Brian!!-Justin got up in his feet- Wh...What's that...smoke?
-I don't know. Come here.
-It could be a volcano, a fire, a...Brian! Did you made sure to light off all your cigarettes? We should make sure no trace of our stay here damage this natural landscape...
-I did! And the only trace I'm planning to leave is on you body. Come down.
Justin began to sit slowly.
-But...what's that?-Brian has trapped his arm and was kissing it up to his throat. Now
nuzzling Justin's hair.
-It must be...the people of Lost...- Justin shivered feeling Brian's breath on his skin.
-You mean...the Smoke monster? Brian, that's digital effects.
Some even stronger noise came from the jungle.
Brian and Justin got up, frozen in panic.
Option 2
*****
Thinking back in time, Brian should have sensed that would happen. Rings and Paradise. It would made a lame ad. And who decides to take a flight to Hawaii -a 19 hours flight- in the spur of the moment? For only three days on the archipelago, all the time they were able to take from their busy lives. He has called Ted, to warn him. “Sure Bri, Cynthia and me'll take charge. You, enjoy your sunshine". Michael has been truly surprised, "is there anything wrong, Brian?". What can be wrong in wanting to leave the fucking freezing Pitts with the man he...There's nothing wrong in that! He wanted to do it. He did it.
But, he would be lying if he didn't admit he freezed when they got into the plane. He sensed something. Then, Justin has taken his hand and smiled. That big smile that can light stadiums. And he forgot anything he would have sensed.
They make out during all the flight to Chicago, like teenagers. Some hostess came by to scold them because, the woman has turned brightly red, they were "nearly doing it". And they would have "done it" if they hadn't been followed everywhere. They have got back to their seats after their second attempt, giggling. Some woman has murmured "so cute, they look like newlyweds". He should have sensed it then.
Chicago's airport and flight to Seattle have been easier. They have fuck, rim, suck, jerk, without incidents. In Seattle, sitting and waiting for the last flight. They have looked at the fliers left on the chairs, critizing the art, the copies , the form. There was this one, printed in the cheapest paper, which said: Kimu's church. The church of luve. They have blast out laughing at the misspelling. "The church of luve, they sure don't condom butt sex. They cried of too much laughing and made sure they brought enough luve with them. Shouldn't he have sensed it, then?
On the plane to Hawaii. He doesn't remember when he fall sleep, but he woke up to the trickle of blond hair and a sleepy Justin hugged to him and he felt happy. Happier than he had been in months, so he forgot the rings, the paradise and the world.
*****
Now, with Justin asking him the question again he realized that he was ready. Ready to go all the way. What the fuck was he waiting for? What has he been waiting for? Fuck if he knew. Whatever! This was right! It felt right from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Spending these few days alone with Justin in paradise was something he couldn’t have imagined. Who needs anything else?
OK Kinney, let’s get real! Since when did you turn into a lesbian?
-So, you’re saying YES?
-Yep.
-Do you realize what everyone back home will say?
-Yep.
-And, you don’t care….?
-Not one fuckin’ bit.
Justin had been waiting for so long. He didn’t think THIS would happen in a million years. No way in hell would the stud of Liberty Avenue accept a marriage proposal. All he could do now was smile. Smile from ear to fucking ear. He was beyond happy.
The flight - 19 long hours - was worth it. They were acting like kids. Holding hands. Making out at the airports, on the planes. When they were waiting in Seattle for the last leg of their flight they spotted those cheap fliers on the chairs. “Kimi's church. The church of luve.” They had a great laugh at the thought that this was the ultimate misuse of paper and ink. Bad copy. Bad art. Very bad spelling. I bet this “so-called” Kimi’s church of “luve” sure didn’t “condom” butt sex. They almost tossed their cookies because they were laughing so hard.
But, here they were in paradise. Rings in hand and words of love on their lips….. Ok, here we go again. LESBIAN! Did you pack your balls away in your overnight bag?
-So… what next?
-Howz about we not talk about the details just yet. I want to just enjoy the moment (lesbian thoughts, AGAIN). We have the next few days to have some mindless fucking fun and, some fucking mindless fun I am about to have all over your body.
-Ever the romantic….
-Come here.
-Bri…. mumfovvfur, leszgebaktoodatent. Brian! Hold your horses. We have all day and all night to get down and dirty.
Brian was kissing him hard. Hard, and there was no room for words. Just action. Which was fine by him. He dragged Justin back to the tent and lowered him to the ground. They could not get enough of each other. Hands every where, lips and tongue and breath every where. Good thing the sunscreen was made from coconut oil. Justin tasted like a piece of candy. They fucked and sucked and rimmed and rammed their way to heaven and back and in the end they lay on the ground breathless.
-So, does it feel any different?
-Huh?
-Does it feel any different?
-? ? ?
-DOES it FEEL any different now that we are *cough* engaged?
- *big mega-watt smile going ear to ear* AB-SO-FUCKIN’-LUTELY! It feels like I died and went to heaven…. Wait! *looks around at the beautiful surrounding outside the tent* I would definitely call this HEAVEN!