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As indicated a couple of days ago, I have two fics in the QAF Gift Exchange this year.

It will be a few days yet before I'm allowed to post them here.

But in the meantime, here is a little Christmas Drabble that I hope you find amusing.






Brian Kinney does not do Christmas. His non-conventional family accept this; with two exceptions.

Gus and Justin demand cookies, decorations and of course, a fucking tree, complete with lights and presents.

One of them Brian might be able to ignore, but when they tag-team him, he’s lost.

The loft turns into some fucking Christmas wonderland, perfumed by ginger and cinnamon and lit by multiple strings of lights. Brightly wrapped gifts are piled under the tree and his sonnyboys sit surrounded by glue and color making endless paper chains.

Somehow, Brian doesn’t hate it as much as he thinks he should.



Happy New Year!


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I've had this in my mind all week, and haven't found time to actually write it. So here it is at last - the companion piece to this week's earlier drabble.



Sensuality 2


Justin Taylor, like every other fag on earth, finds Brian Kinney sexually attractive.

But that’s a thing apart from the beauty Justin sees in Brian.

For Justin, Brian’s physical being reveals the true beauty of the man’s character.

In the graceful upward sweep of his neck, Justin sees the man’s pride; in the musculature of back and thighs, he recognizes Brian’s strength; and in the long slender fingers he reads the tenderness which his lover can rarely express in words.

For Justin, these things enrich the world in the same way as Van Gogh’s sunflowers, Monet’s waterlilies and Michelangelo’s David.



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I'm working on a Valentine's Day fic - the third and final chapter of the Love's Not Time's Fool trilogy.

Meanwhile, to get us all in the mood, a couple of Valentine's drabbles.



Brian


To Brian, the whole concept of celebrating Valentine’s is completely beneath contempt.

But he has a partner with a not so secret romantic side, and a bunch of friends who will be all over him about how he needs to show their precious Sunshine how special he is.

That’s actually one thing Brian has no argument with. Justin is special, and what they’ve somehow built together is beyond special.

So while sneering as usual at other people’s Valentine’s preparations he’s also making his own plans.

He figures Valentine’s Day breakfast on the Rive Gauche should be pretty much "special" enough.




Justin


It’s February and Justin is wondering how to handle the Valentine’s Day thing.

His more cynical side agrees with Brian that it’s a commercial farce, but the romantic who still lurks in his psyche thinks, “Fuck that!”

After all they’ve been through Justin figures they deserve to celebrate still being alive, let alone still together.

Besides, he’s in love dammit and he’s going to celebrate that.

Flowers and chocolates are out, but Brian loves the gift bag of colored condoms, luxury lube, flavored body paints and erotic toys and they put it to very good use in their Paris hotel.





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Two drabbles this time, and from maybe unexpected view points.

Mother

For fifteen years I've watched my son mooning over Brian Kinney. I've tried to tell Michael that Brian's never going to suddenly fucking fall in love with him. But then that asshole bats his pretty eyelashes and Michael stops thinking with anything but his dick.

And his heart.

Only now it looks like his heart is going to get stomped on.

Because against all the odds, Brian Asshole Kinney has done what no-one ever thought that he could, let alone would.

He's fallen in love.

With a little blond twink that no-one, including Kinney, ever saw coming.

My poor Michael.







Son

Brian Kinney is my best friend. We've been friends since we were fourteen. I understand him better than anyone. But the one thing I'll never understand is his obsession with that little blond twink.

Brian could have anyone. For sex, anyway; and a good fuck is all he's ever wanted from any of his tricks.

But I've seen the look he gets when his precious Sunshine turns one of those smiles on him. Even if Brian doesn't know it, he wants more from that little twink.

He wants that kid to love him.

But why?

I just don't get it.



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I don't like to let the day go past without at least a little drabble in homage to Brian's Irish ancestry.

Here is this year's effort.


St. Patrick's Day Blues


His eyes bleed at the diner's shamrock-sprinkled rainbows and rainbow-scarfed leprechauns. Emmett's wearing orange and lime green and Michael's terrible Irish accent nearly drives him nuts during their Rage meeting.

Justin's looking forward to the relative sanity of the loft.

That's till he sees the trail of glasses with their dregs of green beer and the mess Brian has made of the kitchen trying to concoct Irish stew.

But he forgets all that when his tipsy lover sweeps him into his arms, serenading him with a surprisingly in-key rendition of Macushla before fucking him senseless.

Justin loves loving an Irishman.




Wishing you all a Happy St Patrick's Day!

I've had a little dig at Brian's roots, now it's Justin's turn

( Once a WASP )


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For those who wondered, in the last drabble (see Valentine's Day - Taylor-Kinney Style), how on earth Justin talked Brian into holding a dinner party at all ... let alone on Valentine's Day ...



This one is Adults Only - for the language if nothing else.

( Learning From the Master )



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At last, at last, at last, I've finished both my secret santa fic (I'm not allowed to post that yet, but it will be posted here somewhere in the next day or so: Queer as Folk Gift Exchange ) and my gusmas drabbles.

As always seems to happen once I get started working on these Gusmas prompts, the drabbles come and they all flow into a single story. It's happened like that every year.

For those who haven't caught up with the Gusmas thing, it's becoming a QAF tradition - 37 prompts are posted (one for every day between Thanksgiving and New Year) and pledges are made to donate to a GLBT charity. This year it's once again the Ali Forney Center in NY which was devastated by the floods.

If you'd like to make a pledge, or just read the entries, they're here: QAF Drabbles, including gusmas 2012.

If you can leave a comment on those you like, that would be great since some of the pledges are linked to the number of comments.

Anyway, here is this year's offering from me.



Warning: Lindsay and Melanie aren't exactly my favourite people which kind of comes across in this story.

Rating: NC-17

Author's Note: One drabble may only make sense to those who are familiar with Les Miserables, but now that the film's out, no one has any excuse for not seeing this wonderful, wonderful show.



( It's Only Time )



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Today's words - ironic, state, caramel


Coffee Break


Justin finds it ironic that Brian works himself up into an almost hysterical state over a teensy-weensy little bit of caramel syrup in his coffee, when he has no hesitation in ladling in bucketloads of sugar.

But he’s learned to roll with the punches in these situations. He tells Brian he’ll take the rejected coffee to his studio and nuke it later, then heads for the diner, where Brian can get a cup of their bitter-as-Hell brew and sweeten it with as many packets of sugar as his irrational little food-phobic mind sees fit.

Justin, these days, picks his battles.




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Okay - today's effort was based on the trigger words lion, three, store


Who's the Pussycat?


It’s funny how people still seem to see him as some innocuous little kitten who has to be protected from the dangerous man-eating alley cat. They haven’t felt his claws. Or his bite. He’s definitely a damned tiger. Or, with that fucking mane, maybe a lion.

So when he decides to go to the store at three in the morning for some shit he just has to have for breakfast, it’s not because I think he needs protecting that I go with him.

It’s because I know if I “make” him go alone, he’ll make me fucking suffer for days.












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