Drabbles for QaF Episode 107
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mysidOK, so I'm about to do something I usually avoid. I have a series of drabbles which add up to create a gapfiller--specifically, "How did Justin get Brian to take him home in Episode 107? (The infamous "pierced nipple" episode.) I usually avoid linked drabbles because if you can't tell it in just one drabble, you're probably cheating and writing a ficlet instead of a drabble.
So, I'm cheating. HOWEVER, I did make a sincere effort to make each drabble stand completely alone. Yes, they do add up to tell a story, but I hope you'll agree with me that each one tells a story of its own. (And each one is exactly 100 words!)
All of these were written for Written for QaF Drabbles. The prompt was to set the drabble at Woody's.
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Pinch
"I just wanna know," Justin whines as if he actually has some to right to know anything about my life or Michael's. And does he actually think I'm going to pay any attention to the way he's jutting out his crotch, practically sticking his cute little—not so little—dick in my face. OK, Plan A, tempt him with my nipple ring didn't work. Let's try Plan B! Tempt him with my dick! Sorry kid. It's not going to work.
"Don't stick your tit in where it doesn't belong," I say as I give his undoubtedly sore nipple a pinch.
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Balls
"So, do you wanna play?" I ask while lining up my next shot. I can only see Justin's body language out of the corner of my eye, but even so I see that moment of excited anticipation just before he feigns nonchalance again.
"Sure. If you want me to."
"Well Mikey left, so..."
I make my shot and take my time selecting the next—and watching Justin. He's selected a cue without checking if it's warped. He obviously doesn't have a clue what he's doing, but he'd rather bluff his way through than admit it. Again. The kid's got balls.
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But in a Good Way
Justin leans lightly against the cue held in one hand while he rubs his other hand just below his right nipple.
"Hurts?" I ask. Good. It was an amateurish bid for my attention, and everyone listening knew it.
"Since you pinched it, yeah," he says it that annoyingly teenaged "Well, duh," tone, but he smiles immediately after saying it.
"Bet it hurt when you got it done," I say, and I almost—almost—offer to kiss it better. I am not going to reward him.
"Yeah," and he drops his voice as he presses close, "but in a good way."
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Tension
Ted and Emmett pretend to be oblivious to us while they chalk their cues, but they're fooling no one. They probably have a bet on whether or not I take the twink home again.
And Justin's practically quivering against me. I lean back against the bar just a touch further, my arm around his chest drawing him back with me. So bendy, my little toy. He rises up on his toes to rub his ass back against my dick.
I hate repeats, but this won't be one. I'm not going to be gentle tonight; he doesn't want me to be.
.
So, I'm cheating. HOWEVER, I did make a sincere effort to make each drabble stand completely alone. Yes, they do add up to tell a story, but I hope you'll agree with me that each one tells a story of its own. (And each one is exactly 100 words!)
All of these were written for Written for QaF Drabbles. The prompt was to set the drabble at Woody's.
"I just wanna know," Justin whines as if he actually has some to right to know anything about my life or Michael's. And does he actually think I'm going to pay any attention to the way he's jutting out his crotch, practically sticking his cute little—not so little—dick in my face. OK, Plan A, tempt him with my nipple ring didn't work. Let's try Plan B! Tempt him with my dick! Sorry kid. It's not going to work.
"Don't stick your tit in where it doesn't belong," I say as I give his undoubtedly sore nipple a pinch.
"So, do you wanna play?" I ask while lining up my next shot. I can only see Justin's body language out of the corner of my eye, but even so I see that moment of excited anticipation just before he feigns nonchalance again.
"Sure. If you want me to."
"Well Mikey left, so..."
I make my shot and take my time selecting the next—and watching Justin. He's selected a cue without checking if it's warped. He obviously doesn't have a clue what he's doing, but he'd rather bluff his way through than admit it. Again. The kid's got balls.
Justin leans lightly against the cue held in one hand while he rubs his other hand just below his right nipple.
"Hurts?" I ask. Good. It was an amateurish bid for my attention, and everyone listening knew it.
"Since you pinched it, yeah," he says it that annoyingly teenaged "Well, duh," tone, but he smiles immediately after saying it.
"Bet it hurt when you got it done," I say, and I almost—almost—offer to kiss it better. I am not going to reward him.
"Yeah," and he drops his voice as he presses close, "but in a good way."
Ted and Emmett pretend to be oblivious to us while they chalk their cues, but they're fooling no one. They probably have a bet on whether or not I take the twink home again.
And Justin's practically quivering against me. I lean back against the bar just a touch further, my arm around his chest drawing him back with me. So bendy, my little toy. He rises up on his toes to rub his ass back against my dick.
I hate repeats, but this won't be one. I'm not going to be gentle tonight; he doesn't want me to be.
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Date: 2008-05-30 07:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-30 07:50 pm (UTC)Thanks! You'll be happy to know I'm working other QaF stories as well.
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Date: 2008-05-31 11:57 pm (UTC)A complete joy to read. :D
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Date: 2008-06-01 03:47 am (UTC)