6/6/03 Challenge 7 Glass
Britney tipped your glass in celebration of a job well done. The album had been hard on her with the break up and all. Though she did not show it, you knew it hurt her to sing that song, the one she wrote after she came out. You remember the slight twitch of her nose as she held back the tears. You smiled faintly to let her know that it would be ok. You loved her anyway. You were always her brightest admirer and that little fact wouldn�t change a damn thing except her sex life that included you now.
6/13/03-Challenge 8-Tattoo
He likes the tattoo.
The bar code on his ankle. It reminds him that he knows he�s a product. He�s a lot smarter than they think or will ever admit.
He likes to trace the vertical lines with his fingertips then replace them with his tongue. He rolls the metal ball over the small numbers to remind him he�s not a product but he knows he�ll forget the moment he�s away from that touch, that feel of his cottony tongue on his softer flesh.
So he�ll enjoy this particular moment because he likes the tattoo he�s licking on right now.
6/20/03-Challenge 9-Leather
Looking at himself in the mirror, Justin shook his booty. He looked good in leather. He looked so good that he sang about it. �I look good in leather.� He sang so loud that Joey could hear him over the running water showering him. Joey smiled and shook his head as he massaged the soap bubbles into his skin with a peach loofa. �Young people nowadays and that darn hip-hop.� he thought.
�Yo, how long are you going to be there, ya old geezer?� Justin shouted.
�What!�
Justin pulled the curtain.
�I said--.�
�Whoa, you look good in leather.�
6/27/03-Challenge 10-Storm
�I�m stuck on this storm challenge.� I say to JC.
�Mmmhmmm.�
�You see I entered the boyband drabbles community the other day under the lj name of playgirlmodel so nobody would think it�s me reading and writing slashy stories about us and other male vocal harmony groups.� I hear him put his notebook down then see him beside me.
�So that�s what you do on that computer of yours. I always thought you were working on Freelance stuff all the time.� I can feel him raising an eyebrow. �What�s slash?�
�Stories about us fucking each other.�
�How�d they find out?�
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Tattoos, and leather were easy for him but this one. he just couldn�t wrap his head around storm. Storm� storm� storm� There�s emotional storms, physical storms, X-men storm. He could write a fic about Justin and Halle Barry. No, this is a slash fandom. Must write slash! Chris bangs his head lightly against the table in frustration.
�Dude, what�s wrong with you?� He looks up at Justin.
�Nothing.� He says.
�Something�s gotta be wrong. You just don�t bang your head on tables for nothing. I know you�re odd but you�re not that odd.�
�Hey!� he retorts before saying �You wouldn�t understand.�
�Try me.�
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He does like he always does before he sees a movie based on comic books. This one would be no different.
Joey reaches inside his filing cabinet for an issue of X-men. He doesn�t read the story because he already knows it by heart from reading it to Bri�a. He glances at the pictures remembering Storm is her absolute favorite.
�Joey, are you ready yet?� He hears Kelly calling him.
�Gimme a second.� He says as he looks at Storm making the sun shine where it was raining.
Brianna is his sunshine after the storm. No wonder she�s her favorite
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7/4/03-Challenge 11-Watching
I can�t turn off the radio in my head of all the things he said. This is way too much. I wish I could turn off the �baby, I love you�s� and all that jazz. I keep racking my brain for the off button that I just can�t find. I don�t mind you�re with another, really. I just can�t bare watching naked skin being exposed like that right in front of my eyes. I don�t know how you do it, touching him with thirsty breaths, knowing that spazz was once mine. I should be over him but I�m not yet.
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�Joshua!� JC rushed down the stairs at the call of his name. Ever since he was little he knew the use of his first name meant trouble. �What the fuck is this?� Justin said watching the two white bunnies hump in the cage. �I thought you got these things neutered or whatever. Didn�t you see that American Express commercial?� Justin said with obvious annoyance in his voice.
�You called me, down for this.� The flush-faced JC said condescendingly.
�This doesn�t bother you.� Justin said pointing to the mating rabbits.
JC shakes his head. �They�re just doing what their owners do.�
7/11/03 Challenge 12-Silk
It�s soft and smooth and of an unmistakable texture much like the man who wears it. He�s complex yet simple and classic. He�ll never go out of style. Purest of the pure. Coolest of the cool. Definitely, the hotness of the hot. He likes to think. But you know underneath all that there�s him, bare naked of the jewels and the riches of the celebrity life. That little boy in his father�s clothes. They�re always too big for him but he wears them because it�s soft, smooth, and classic. Beautifully designed and hand-crafted like the image he�s made for himself.
7/13/03-After the Bash
�Carson, you can touch me.�
�It�s just that I�ve never��
�I�ll show you.�
He kisses him and his lips taste like raw silk if he knew what that tastes like.
He touches him, then licks. Next, he sucks. Carson slides his fingers over his silken hand while he slides his cock in and out of his gorgeous mouth.
He swallows like the good boy he is. Justin takes the limp dick from his mouth then looks up at him with a mischevious smirk on his face.
�You think you can do that, bitchboy.�
� Shut up, I�ve been bashed enough.�