A few drabbles
Oct. 28th, 2004 06:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegginFor some reason, finding out what a "drabble" is has sparked a little bit of a writing bug in me. I don't know, I guess I like the challenge of writing something and fitting it into exactly 100 words. Anyway, I've done one each for episodes 101 - 104.
Episode 101
Justin hadn't been expecting to fall in love that night. He'd just wanted to find out what sex was all about. To declare to the world, or at least to himself, "Yes, I am a gay man." But Justin hadn't counted on the way his heart began to beat faster as soon as he laid eyes on him, the way it felt to be kissed by him, the look on his face when he held his son for the first time. All Justin had been looking for that night was to get laid. He hadn't counted on meeting Brian Kinney.
Episode 102
Brian began repeating the words he had used countless times before. I've had you. I don't do repeats. I don't believe in love. It was just a fuck. The words had always been so easy. Besides, all the other guys already knew the drill. And none of them had ever really wanted anything more from him than a good, hot fuck.
But none of the other guys had cried when he told them to get lost. As he watched Justin get into his car and drive away, for the first time Brian wondered if he might have made a mistake.
Episode 103
Earlier, when Emmett was looking for Katsuo, I laughed. When he said, "He's so sweet, so innocent; what if some cock-hungry queen tries to have his way with him?" I treated it like a joke. But now, as I stand here watching Justin dancing with these two guys... guys the little shit stole from me... Emmett's words come back and mock me. Unlike Emmett's hustler, Justin is sweet and innocent. He's only had sex once; he's not ready for what these guys want to do with him. I can't let him go with them. He's coming home with me tonight.
Episode 104
I don't care what anyone says, I know he wants me. Michael says all I was to Brian was a one night stand... and maybe it did start out that way. But I've already been with him twice, and I know there will be more. There has to be more.
When I hear his voice downstairs, I hold my breath, hoping I'm right, terrified that I might be wrong. But then he finds me in Michael's room. When he closes the door behind him I know what's about to happen, and I smile. I was right, he does want me.
Also, I wrote another lyric-meme drabble -- this one for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zoisite84: Episode 308 Drabble
lyrics: We levitate, our bodies soar / Our feet don't even touch the floor.
I'm so lost in the kiss that I barely notice as we begin to rise above the floor. I vaguely wonder when he learned to levitate, but I don't have much time to think about that – the sensation of his hand caressing my dick is too intense to leave room for trivial concerns like that. He's kissing me, he's touching me, and somehow he's inside of me, and it's so fucking amazing. Then, just as I'm about to come... I wake up. Damn. It was just a dream. Why can't I stop dreaming about him? I think I need therapy.
I don't know if I'm going to write more of these or not... I'm not good at forcing myself to write stuff; it usually depends on whether the mood strikes me. But I do still like the idea, so I might keep going.
Episode 101
Justin hadn't been expecting to fall in love that night. He'd just wanted to find out what sex was all about. To declare to the world, or at least to himself, "Yes, I am a gay man." But Justin hadn't counted on the way his heart began to beat faster as soon as he laid eyes on him, the way it felt to be kissed by him, the look on his face when he held his son for the first time. All Justin had been looking for that night was to get laid. He hadn't counted on meeting Brian Kinney.
Episode 102
Brian began repeating the words he had used countless times before. I've had you. I don't do repeats. I don't believe in love. It was just a fuck. The words had always been so easy. Besides, all the other guys already knew the drill. And none of them had ever really wanted anything more from him than a good, hot fuck.
But none of the other guys had cried when he told them to get lost. As he watched Justin get into his car and drive away, for the first time Brian wondered if he might have made a mistake.
Episode 103
Earlier, when Emmett was looking for Katsuo, I laughed. When he said, "He's so sweet, so innocent; what if some cock-hungry queen tries to have his way with him?" I treated it like a joke. But now, as I stand here watching Justin dancing with these two guys... guys the little shit stole from me... Emmett's words come back and mock me. Unlike Emmett's hustler, Justin is sweet and innocent. He's only had sex once; he's not ready for what these guys want to do with him. I can't let him go with them. He's coming home with me tonight.
Episode 104
I don't care what anyone says, I know he wants me. Michael says all I was to Brian was a one night stand... and maybe it did start out that way. But I've already been with him twice, and I know there will be more. There has to be more.
When I hear his voice downstairs, I hold my breath, hoping I'm right, terrified that I might be wrong. But then he finds me in Michael's room. When he closes the door behind him I know what's about to happen, and I smile. I was right, he does want me.
Also, I wrote another lyric-meme drabble -- this one for
zoisite84: Episode 308 Drabblelyrics: We levitate, our bodies soar / Our feet don't even touch the floor.
I'm so lost in the kiss that I barely notice as we begin to rise above the floor. I vaguely wonder when he learned to levitate, but I don't have much time to think about that – the sensation of his hand caressing my dick is too intense to leave room for trivial concerns like that. He's kissing me, he's touching me, and somehow he's inside of me, and it's so fucking amazing. Then, just as I'm about to come... I wake up. Damn. It was just a dream. Why can't I stop dreaming about him? I think I need therapy.
I don't know if I'm going to write more of these or not... I'm not good at forcing myself to write stuff; it usually depends on whether the mood strikes me. But I do still like the idea, so I might keep going.
