Title: When Your Heart Gets Broken
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guavejuicePairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:S1
Beta:
mander3_swish thank you so much, darling!Word count:Triple drabble
Justin's POV
Written for Drabylon prompt #199
The prompt:
Disclaimer:I own nothing
Comments are most welcome
I had left the kitchen a mess and the stupid Jambalya on the stove and rushed out. It was a warm evening and my shirt stuck to my back because of the sweat.
I couldn't stop thinking about Brian and that guy at the loft. In bed. Does he softly moan? Does he shiver? Does he giggle and smile shortly after he comes? Does he seek the softness of Brian’s inner thighs?
I couldn't possibly go back home. There was too much hate there. I tried calling Daphne, but there was no answer. My legs and lungs started to hurt and my eyes were burning.
I wasn't far away from the girls' house; their comfortable and inviting home the best (only) option I had.
"Why does he do that?" I asked them the next morning, my eyes still burning with tears; I could lie and say it was my allergies…
Lindsay and Mel hugged me and offered me breakfast.
I couldn't get Brian's face out of my mind. He let this ugly trick suck him off while he stared right at me. What was he trying to prove, that he doesn't owe me anything? That he could do whatever he wants?
I knew it was meaningless to him.
I’ve seen his face when we make love. I’ve felt his warm breath on my skin when he comes; I hear his soft passionate moans when he stretches beside me afterwards. He stays with me. His hands curl in my hair as his warm torso meets my body. I notice how calm he becomes as he sinks into a satisfied sleep. I’ve been there, so many times.
So why was he there with that guy in the ‘Hotlanta’ t-shirt while I spent the night on the couch at Mel and Lindsay’s?
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Date: 2012-01-20 09:38 pm (UTC)Great drabbles:)
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Date: 2012-01-20 09:42 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2012-01-20 09:50 pm (UTC)Great work V ♥ Loved to read Justin's thoughts during that episode.
Well done!
*mwah*
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Date: 2012-01-20 09:59 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for your feedback, sweetie. It means a lot to me
*hugs*
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Date: 2012-01-20 11:49 pm (UTC)I think your writing improves more every time I read something by you. ♥ This is excellent!
Does he softly moan? Does he shiver? Does he giggle and smile shortly after he comes? Does he seek the softness of Brian’s inner thighs?
Poor Justin. Who wouldn't be haunted by such images? I was SO annoyed that Brian did that to him, especially since it was prompted by catty comments by someone he didn't even know. Brian had a lot of growing up to do at this point.
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Date: 2012-01-21 06:08 am (UTC)Thank you so so much for your profound comment. I'm so glad you liked it It means a lot.
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Date: 2012-01-20 11:58 pm (UTC)Dee Dee
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Date: 2012-01-21 06:14 am (UTC)At least Justin made him understand that it's always better on the second day *sigh*
Thank you so much, Dee Dee. Your comment means a lot to me.
*hugs*
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Date: 2012-01-21 12:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 06:13 am (UTC)He was hurting himself, as well.
Good thing Lindsay talked some sense into him.
Thank you so much for your comment.
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Date: 2012-01-21 12:57 am (UTC)I feel so badly for Justin here, poor thing.
xoxo
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Date: 2012-01-21 06:12 am (UTC)Thank you so much for your comment, Terri.
xoxo
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Date: 2012-01-21 01:47 am (UTC)Liked it!
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Date: 2012-01-21 06:11 am (UTC)Thank you so much, Doo, you know how much it means to me to hear you say that
*hugs*
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Date: 2012-01-21 05:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 06:10 am (UTC)Thank you so much for your comment, Jane.
*hugs*
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Date: 2012-01-21 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 02:14 pm (UTC)*Hugs*