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guavejuice) wrote2014-02-14 08:13 am
Born To Be Wild- B/J One Shot
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urugwaj Thank you so much!!Author:
guavejuicePairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:Post 513
Beta:Kim
predec2 Can't thank you enough!!A/N:
Original Prompt: Ali
britinkinlorAli's prompt:
location:The back of Brian's motorbike
Four random words: clamp, fast, hard, insert
Three items: blanket, lube, restroom
Originally written and posted in Summer 2011.
I'm re-posting a slightly different version of it today as my own take on a B/J typical V-day.
Disclaimer:I own nothing.
Comments are love.
"Aint she a beauty?" Brian beams, as he walks with Justin into the back of the house.
"She??" Justin snorts back.
Brian glares at Justin and folds his lips inward.
"You are a bigger twat than I thought. I meant this one." Brian lowers his voice, and points at a dark brown motorbike that stands in the corner.
"Is that your new hobby?" Justin asks, slowly approaching the taller man.
"One of them, I might say," Brian replies. "I had a very good year, so I felt I should treat myself after working so hard. So... what do you say? You have the weekend off, don't you?" Brian asks, scooping Justin closer.
"I do, but... you? You always avoid the weekends," Justin teases, gently licking Brian's lower lip.
"Fuck it!" Brian laughs.
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An hour later...
Justin sits on the back of Brian's motorbike, his arms tightly wrapped around his waist. They're heading north, to a small lake outside West Virginia, with a large blanket, lube, condoms and the right amount of beer in the trunk.
"It doesn't get more 'Top Gun' than this!" Justin calls against the wind.
"Isn't that what you would call an old movie from the 80's?" Brian teases. "But, fuck! Top Gun doesn't even come close!" He exclaims seductively, his voice distorted by the helmet that's covering his face; the one that Justin finds extremely hot.
Justin leans forward to cling to Brian's body, but then he tugs on Brian's jacket to make him stop the bike. Brian pulls over by the side of the road, and helps Justin to dismount from the back seat.
"We've got to find the nearest restroom," the blond whispered under his breath, breaking the semi-romantic moment.
"Not so fast, Simba… " Brian stops him. He suddenly gets down on his knees near the back of the bike.
"Why, Mister Kinney, are you proposing?" Justin says with a giggle, but then he stops right away as he notices what Brian is looking at.
"A flat tire?! Fuck!" Justin screams as he kicks the dirt in frustration. "We haven't fucked in ages, we finally get to have one quiet weekend together, and now…this?" he growls in protest.
"Wait, we might be able to fix it; I'm a professional, remember?" Brian winks.
"Frankly, no, I don't, but please, do something!" Justin sounds desperate.
Brian rummages through the bike's saddlebag in search of the vehicle's user manual. "Aha!" he exclaims in triumph as he pulls it out. A few seconds later, he's flipping through the pages and reading the instructions.
"Okay, we need a clamp, " he concludes a few minutes later.
"What are you, a doctor?" he replied, sounding a bit impatient. "What sort of clamp?" Justin sounds bored.
"This kind!" Brian announces happily , waving a small metal device in Justin's face as if it were one of their shiny toys.
"If I didn't know you any better, I would say you're turning into a straight guy, " Justin grins.
"Shut the fuck up and come here to help me with the fucking thing, so we can get to the lodge on time, " Brian groans.
"Lodge?" Justin inquires with new-found interest.
"Umm, well, there's a nice lodge near the lake, so I booked us a room there for the weekend. I … wanted to surprise you," Brian explains, pulling his lips inward again.
"Ok, give me the damn thing," Justin demands.
He gets down on his knees beside the taller man, and helps as Brian puts the clamp into the wheel, and turns it hard and fast. Then as the damaged wheel is taken off, Brian wipes his brow and asks Justin to help him with inserting the new wheel into place.
By the time they finish, the sun is high in the sky. Brian takes off his jacket, exposing his toned body clad in a moss green t-shirt.
Justin presses his lips to Brian's as they lean back onto the motorbike to engage in a long, wet, breathless kiss, their hands roaming all over each other.
"Way better than Top Gun," he whispers into Brian's ear in a husky voice.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Brian replies with a smirk as they jump back onto the bike.
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Thank you so much for such a supportive sweet feedback. I really appreciate it :)
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Thank you so much for your ongoing support and sweet feedback my dear Car. You know it means a lot to me <3
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I LOVE the pic so much ;)
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urugwaj did a beautiful job on the banner.
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The banner is brilliant, I def agree :D
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The banner is terrific too.
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Thank you so much for your sweet supportive feedback. I'm SO pleased to know you enjoyed this story. Yup, the banner is aamzing! :)
Stay warm and safe, btw
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Thank you so very much for taking the time to read and leave a comment.
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I enjoyed this nice holiday fic.
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