The prompt is 'boat' supplied by girloftheburbs.
Also, for now, I'm not taking any more prompt words. I'll work on the ones I have so far. If I need more, I'll open it back up again.
I will respond to all the rest of my feedback from yesterday (and of course today's feedback) sometime today. I have quite a busy morning ahead of me but I still wanted to post something. :)
Also, I might not be posting anything tomorrow.
Megan will be graduating from high school, you see. *sits proudly in front of computer and beams*
That's two down and three to go. *gets tired all over again*
Title: But it's not even Friday
Day 4 in the Brian/Justin 'Where should we fuck next?' series. This takes place right after the backroom has been closed by Stockwell in Season 3.
Summary: Justin and Brian have to come up with a new place to have sex publicly every day during Stockwell's reign of terror.
Disclaimer: I down own the boys or Cowlip. The cop is all mine. :)
Day 1 - A night at the park
Day 2 - Time for that bi-yearly check up!
Day 3 - Sort of like Saturn 3 - only with guys
"Brian, why here of all places?"
"What's wrong with here?"
"I do have a list, you know," Justin pouted.
Brian rolled his eyes as he took in the sight of his shivering lover. "If the first one is that it's too cold, I'll concede on that one."
"Cold?" Justin shrieked, although it came out more of a squeak. "We passed cold a while back. Cold seems warm right now. Its fucking freezing!"
"Well, we are on a lake after all..."
"Which brings me to my second point," Justin managed to get out while his teeth continued to chatter. "If we do anything too strenuous...well...you've heard the term 'don't rock the boat?'"
"I don't think we could seriously tilt the boat over into the water. We'll be lying down lengthwise," Brian continued, trying to placate Justin. "There won't be any top heaviness. See? Watch." Brian pushed Justin down into the small boat and lay along top of him. The older man had put a life preserver on each bench seat, of which there were only two, making it so Justin had somewhere soft to lay his head and knees.
"Well, this isn't so bad," Justin admitted reluctantly.
"Any more objections," Brian asked, lifting one eyebrow.
"Seriously, there's more?"
"Okay, you'll think this is stupid..."
"I watched as you were being ravished by a crazed fruit picking robot last night. There isn't much that surprises me anymore," Brian drawled while drawing his hand through Justin's hair.
"I sort of have this...well...not during the daytime though," Justin added quickly, "but I have this fear of lakes and being in a small boat on them after...well...after all those stupid Friday the 13th movies!" he finished rather sheepishly.
"Okay, I stand corrected," Brian replied. "So you think Jason is going to jump out of the water, wearing his hockey mask and cut us into tiny little pieces of sushi."
"And he always goes for the people who are having sex!" Justin shouted, trying to make his point.
"Yeah, but I've seen those movies too and I think we're pretty safe," Brian said as he leaned over Justin and started kissing him.
"You're not a teenaged girl," Brian smiled and kissed him again.
The kid was right though.
Not on the fact that a machete-wielding maniac could come out of the water at any moment and slice them up for the sheer audacity of having premarital sex, but that it was fucking freezing and Brian suddenly had to wonder how they were possibly going to fuck if they didn't want to expose any body parts.
Namely a nine-and-a-half inch one he was quite fond of.
And as Brian was shielding his young lover from the cold with his own body, a voice could be heard speaking above them.
Oh yeah, they were still tied to the dock.
"Now wot da we have here?" an Irish accent queried, sarcasm lacing his voice.
"Oh God," Brian groaned. Looking up into the face of the policeman, he opened with one of those counter-survival comments that he was known for. "An Irish cop. Could it get any more cliche?"
"Wot do ye tink yer doin down there?" the man's thick brogue inquired, his hands on hs hips.
"Well you see Officer O'Connor..."
"I knew it was one of those, I seem to have lost my partner and I was just about to look for him. Oh!" Brian said as he looked down while lifting himself up from Justin, "found him!" Brian turned to the cop with a mocking smile. Justin waved timidly at the frustrated lawman.
Brian was pretty sure Justin was keeping a tally of the number of those counter-survival comments he seemed to have an endless supply of. That would be two.
"Why ya...git out of ta boat! The bot of yer!" the cop yelled.
Getting out of the boat, horny as all hell, Brian decided he would finish the tally up at three. "So where do all the hetero kids go nowadays to fuck?"
Looking at the red face of the Irish cop, Justin wondered where a machete-wielding maniac materializing out of the water was when you needed one.
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