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oooooooo I'm excited for where ever you take this ...preferably it will DEFINITELY get into NC17 territory :P
and you HAVE to finish it since technically this is a WIP free zone, but I think just this first installment works as a standalone 'alternative first meeting' type fic.

yay I'm so happy you're writing this! ;D

Yeah, I know. I personally hate WIPs myself so I'll just push a little bit on this one. I hope to get at least most of it done by the time the round ends. It will definitely be finished, no matter what. But yeah... if all else fails, it'll be the first stand-alone in a serious *wink*

Glad you're liking it so far :)

I love this story so much! Can't wait to see how it develops.

Cheers,
Vin

Perfect.

Brian/Justin - AU - There's some construction work going on at PIFA and Brian is working on the site, much to Justin's entertainment and inspiration

FILL - Turn Of A Screw, Brian/Justin, R (will most likely get NC-17), [Part 2a/?]

Justin lays on the creeper underneath the car, checking for possible leaks in the gas tank. His foot taps along with a song on the radio. Charlie is long gone and the other guys have also finished for the day. Usually, he avoids staying alone in the shop but today, it can't be helped. With a costumer like Brian Kinney, you do put in the extra hour. Even if it creeps (pardon the pun) the shit out of you.

Suddenly, he freezes mid-tap. Are those footsteps?

Justin swallows and reaches for the wrench next to him.

There definitely are footsteps but he doesn't recognize them. By now, he can name his co-workers by their step but these are new.

"Hello?" he calls out into the garage and immediately cringes. As if a burglar or murderer would actually answer. Out of mere reflex, he adds: "I am armed."

A shadow falls over him and he feels cold sweat trickle down the back of his neck. He has jacked up the car only so far as for him to roll underneath it. There isn't enough room for him to properly raise his head.

A foot appears, steps on the creeper and pulls him out from under the car.

"You know, if this were a horror movie, the pretty blond would always kick it first." Brian stands over him, hands stashed into his coat pockets, an evil sneer on his face.

Justin, still flashlight and wrench in hand, stares up at him. When he has caught his bearings, he replies: "Good thing I laid off the silicone implants then."

Brian's gaze slides over him. Over all of him. That look alone and the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins makes Justin hard. Which is embarrassing, generally and even more so in the current situation.

"What do you want?" Justin asks then, his tone harsher than it needs to be.

Before he answers, Brian reaches out a hand to help the mechanic to this feet. "I came to check on her." He nods at the car. "I need her first thing tomorrow morning."

"Well, if you wouldn't have crept up on me like that, I would have been done by now," Justin shoots back, still a little annoyed. And still a little aroused.

"Don't mind me, then."

Justin feels a little smile quirking his mouth. "Must be some client." He lays down on the creeper again and slides back under the car. With half his body under the Corvette, he puffs out a breath of relief. Both, because he isn't about to get murdered, and because he is out of the immediate reach of Brian's scrutinizing gaze. As he resumes his work, he decides to play a little dumb: "What is it that you do again?"

"Advertising."

Justin hears Brian's footsteps saunter away from him over to where the Dandy Lube poster hangs. He bites back a grin. "Anything I might know?"

In a dramatic tone, Brian recites the copy from the poster. "I wrote that," he adds, sounding almost bored.

"Well, that explains how you can shell out thirty grand for a vintage 'vette." Justin feels a little smug.

Brian chuckles under his breath. "Man's gotta treat himself to a little something every now and then."

FILL - Turn Of A Screw, Brian/Justin, R (will most likely get NC-17), [Part 2b/?]

"Oh, I wasn't judging or anything. I was just saying."

"You were 'just saying', sounding awfully judgmental."

Although Justin still feels the smug smile on his face, he has to tread carefully now. All banter aside, he is talking to a (hopefully) paying customer. By means of apologizing, he says: "All I meant was that most of the guys who come in here, driving a car like that..." His words trail off when he realizes that he is not doing anything to approve the situation.

"Either bought it on the nod or have to compensate for a small dick?" Brian finishes for him, breaking the rising tension.

Justin clears his throat. "Yeah."

"I can assure that neither is the case with me."

"I'll take your word for it," Justin says with a laugh.

There's a pause, then Brian's footsteps approach the car again. "You can also check for yourself."

With a loud thud, Justin's head connects with the gas tank of the Corvette. He rubs the spot as he emerges from underneath the car only to face a very pleased looking Brian. He also ignores the proffered hand as he gets to his feet, bringing a few steps between him and Brian. "Alright, I'm done now. You want to go over the repairs we made or..."

For a second, Brian eyes him as if to determine whether or not Justin is serious. "Sure. Show me what I'm paying for, Boy Wonder."

Justin removed the jack, putting the car back on its tired. Then he walked around to the front and lifted the hood. Soon enough, he felt Brian's close presence beside him, warmth radiating off the older man's body. Justin tried to ignore him, the effect he had on him and that innuendo still hanging in the air.

"Like I told you this morning, there were no major damages. We did an oil change and exchanged the filter. New ignition plugs and a new cylinder head. There was no major rust but a few scrapes we cleaned up. Brakes are still working fine. But you might want to think about having the buffers replaced, especially with a low car like that, you're in for a bumpy ride." Justin rattles off the facts at lightning speed. Brian standing right next to him makes him nervous, especially since he can feel the man's eyes all over him.

"That's how I like my rides best."

FILL - Turn Of A Screw, Brian/Justin, R (will most likely get NC-17), [Part 3a/?]

Brian's voice is impossibly close to his ear and Justin gives a start. This time he hits the back of his head against the hood.

"Easy there." Brian barely veils his amusement.

Justin rubs the spot in the back of his skull, frowning irritatedly. He closes the hood again, carefully avoiding his head. "And for what it's worth, you'll need new tires in winter."

"Anything else?" There's a touch of annoyance in Brian's voice.

"Hey, if you want to end up in a ditch because you're driving slicks on an icy road, be my guest."

"Yes, mom."

Justin has to grin at that. Now that the pain has lessened, he is acutely aware of how close Brian is to him. Or has he gotten closer? He feels heat rush into his face again. His cock is still half hard but thankfully, his baggy coveralls do their name justice.

"So... Justin the mechanic...," Brian breaches the gap between them, pushing Justin back against the car, "is there anything else that needs... fixing?" He puts an odd little emphasis on the last word that goes straight to Justin's cock.

"Are you coming on to me?" Justin blurts lamely.

"What does it look like?" Brian's knee inches its way between Justin's thighs.

Justin swallows, unsure if his vocal chord will cooperate at all. "How did you know I'm..."

As an answer, Brian's hand closes over Justin's cock, giving it a little squeeze. "Unless you get hard from talking about carburetors..."

Before Justin can answer, Brian is onto him, one arm snaked around his waist to pull him flush against his body. The kiss bruising and demanding, and it makes Justin's head spin. He isn't exactly inexperienced but this... this is something else. This leaves him breathless and hungry for more.

Justin lands on the hood of the 'vette and on any day, the car afficionado in him would have cringed. Tonight, though, he really doesn't care. Tonight, he grabs Brian by the lapels of his coat and pulls him on top of him. One of his legs wraps around the taller man's waist, bringing him even closer. He feels Brian's hard cock through the layers of clothing between them.

Brian rolls his hips against Justin's, pinning him to the hood of the car. One hand finds Justin's hair while the other pulls down the zipper of the mechanic's coveralls. He pushes past Justin's oil-stained t-shirt and the waistband of his boxers, and Justin hisses against Brian's mouth as his fingers close around Justin's cock.

Frantically searching for contact, Justin tugs the designer shirt out of Brian's pants, his fingers finding warm skin. But it's not enough, he wants more. Right here, right now. He has never done anything like this before, and it's deliciously enticing and arousing.

Brian pulls him back to his feet again, and pushes the coveralls off his shoulders. There's a bit an awkward struggle until the piece of clothing finally pools around Justin's feet. For the first since Justin started working at Charlie's shop, he curses his work attire. It's just not suitable for a quickie on the hood of a classic car.

FILL - Turn Of A Screw, Brian/Justin, R (will most likely get NC-17), [Part 3b/?]

Brian shrugs out of his coat and tosses it on the hood, then he helps Justin unbutton his shirt, all of which happens without them breaking the kiss.

Finally, Justin has to pull back, slightly dazed. "Do you have condoms?" he manages, his voice a little ragged.

Brian shoots him a lop-sides grin, reaches past him and into his coat pocket for a condom and small pack of lube.

Justin watches him and tries not to feel ridiculous, standing there with his coveralls around his ankles and his dick hard as a rock. He can't help himself and starts stroking his cock but it's not the same. He wants Brian's hands back on him.

Brian, however, seems to have other plans for now. He tears the package open with his teeth and hands the condom to Justin. With a devious little smirk, he unzips his pants and makes a show of it. Then he nods at the condom. "Put it on me."

Justin does as he is told and it's a little weird. This isn't his first time but... well, he can count off his number of sex partners on one hand and a thumb, and none of them have been like this. So he wraps his fingers around Brian's cock, rolling the condom down his length. He watches as Brian's eyes darken and then flicker shut.

A hand lands heavily on Justin's shoulder and Brian's voice is a low growl as he orders the blond to turn around. Justin almost trips with the coveralls still around his ankles but Brian holds on to him, mostly likely more concerned about the well-being of his car than Justin's.

With Brian's coat bunched up underneath him, Justin leans down on his forearms, his forehead pressed against the cool metal of the hood. He feels entirely too exposed like that; it's uncomfortable and exciting at the same time.

Justin hisses when he feels the cool trickle of lube along the crack of his ass. Slowly, Brian runs a finger over Justin's hole before he begins to push in.

A low moan tumbles off Justin's tongue at the intrusion. It's surprisingly gentle (if these things ever are) but Justin's body still pushes back. He puffs out a breath, telling himself to relax, and suddenly there's two fingers inside him. His hands fist the expensive coat he is using as makeshift cushion and his eyes squeeze tightly as Brian opens him, stretches him. It's ridiculous that just in this very moment Justin realizes how long it has been since the last time he had sex.

Those thoughts are erased when Brian pulls his fingers out. Soon enough, Justin feels the head of the other man's cock press against his opening, and he exhales slowly as Brian pushes forward and into him. A low burn spreads from his ass up his spine and his body does his best to force Brian out.

With his hands on Justin's hips, Brian holds him steady, letting him adjust. It's a strange contradiction to the almost frantic kisses and gropes. When Brian finally starts to move, his thrusts are slow and shallow, like he is testing his waters. Justin responds by arching his back, relaxes, gives in.

Edited 2012-10-28 22:25 (UTC)

FILL - Turn Of A Screw, Brian/Justin, R (will most likely get NC-17), [Part 4a/4]

Brian's fingers dig into Justin's hips as his pace quickens, becomes harder. With each push forward, Justin's knees bump against the car, and he has to shift his weight slightly so he won't skid across the hood. This car, beautiful as it is, really wasn't designed to be fuck on. Or in, Justin presumes.

A hard slap on his ass brings Justin out of his reverie. And what's he doing here musing anyway? Especially when he has the most glorious cock up his ass, and gets fucked by the hottest guy he has ever laid eyes on.

One of Brian's hands slides up Justin's back, fingers curling into his t-shirt for a better hold. He thrusts in earnest now, driving for release.

Justin snakes a hand down to his own cock, wrapping his fingers around his shaft, and starts to stroke himself to the rhythm. He won't last much longer, Brian hitting just the right spot inside him simply feels too good. And something – maybe the guttural moan and grunts – tell him that Brian is close as well.

When Brian leans over him, changing the angle, Justin comes. It just hits him, almost takes him by surprise. He spills himself over his hand, the hood of the 'vette and Brian's coat. Blood rushes in his ears and for a second, his vision goes blank. It feels like he can't stop coming, especially when Brian is taking him even harder now.

Justin's ass has tightened around him, but Brian pushes against the slight resistance. His hands slams down on the hood next to Justin's head as he comes. His body becomes entirely rigid, and he buries himself deeper inside Justin as if to mark him.

They stay like that for what seems like minutes before Brian slowly pulls out. Justin gasps when he suddenly feels empty. His arms and legs are entirely too wobbly as he tries to finally push himself upright.

"That was..." he begins but words fail him.

"Yeah," Brian replies with equal eloquence as he disposes the condom in a nearby trash can.

"Sorry about your coat." Justin holds up the piece of clothing, soiled with his cum.

Brian zips up his pants and rearranges his clothes. "My dry cleaners have seen worse."

Justin grins at that. "I can imagine that." He pulls his coveralls up and uses one of the sleeves to wipe some more of his cum off the hood.

Brian grabs the coat from Justin's hand and tosses it on the passenger seat. "So, how much to do I owe you?"

FILL - Turn Of A Screw, Brian/Justin, R (will most likely get NC-17), [Part 4b/4]

Justin's brows go up. "Excuse me?"

Brian matches his expression. "For the car?"

"Oh, right... hold on." Justin disappears into the office and returns a few minutes later with a computer print-out. "That's... $229 but the fifty dollars you already have me, it's $179."

Brian scoffs and pulls out his wallet. "The fifty bucks were for you," he says more to himself than to the mechanic.

"What for?"

Brian shrugs. "You look like you can need the money."

Justin looks at him, taken aback. "You know nothing about me. You think I need handouts from Mr. Rich Guy? What is this, your blue collar fuck of the week?"

Brian rolls his eyes as he counts out the money. "No, it's the greatest love story never told," he replies mockingly, then slaps the money into Justin's palm. "Listen, you twat. Are you listening?" As Justin's raised eyebrows, he continues: "It's not a handout, it's not an insult. I just wanted you to do you job right. And trust me, fucking you has nothing to do with your profession. You're hot, that's all. Now will you just take the fucking money?"

Justin glances down at the Brian's hand. Which is still lingering against his, the money separating their touch.

As if burned, Brian suddenly withdraws his hand. "That's two-thirty, keep the change."

Without looking back at Justin, Brian slides behind the wheel of his car. His eyes are fixed on the dashboard as he waits for Justin to open the gate.

Justin pushes a button for the automatic rolling gate to open.

The corvette roars to life, tires screeching on the polished floor as Brian pulls the car out of the garage.

Justin makes sure Brian sees the finger he gives him. "Fuck you, too, Mr. Kinney."

As he closes the gate again, he grins to himself. He might just know where to spent those extra fifty-one dollars.

fin

FILL - Other People's Lives. Brian & Ben (mentions Michael). Friendship!fic...of sorts.

prologue link (http://drabylon.livejournal.com/376096.html):
"What the hell is going on?!" Michael cried out.

"Michael! What are you doing home so early?" Ben asked when his husband burst into the apartment. "Brian was just... photographing me, I swear! Nothing else happened."

He walked over and tried to pull Michael into an embrace. "They're all for you. I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary."

"Then why are you BOTH naked if it's so innocent?" Michael asked, near tears.

"Mikey, everyone knows I've already had the Professor."

"That's not really helping," Ben said, chiding Brian. "Michael, let me get you a coffee and I'll explain everything."

...Earlier that day at the gym...

Brian was doing his normal, regular work-out when Ben walked up to him.

"Can I give you some advice?" Not waiting for a reply, but noticing the role of Brian's eyes, he dove right in. "Keep your elbows in when you're lifting in that position. You'll get twice the benefit in your triceps and shoulders."

"Thanks for unsolicited tip, Professor. Why do I feel like you want something in return?"

It was true. Ben had been thinking about it for awhile, but didn't really know how to broach the topic without getting the typical Brian Kinney snark thrown at him. "I was hoping for some tips... some, er... a knot tying tutorial."

"You and I both know you've already received the hands-on version of everything I know about knots."

"Fine. A refresher course then - minus the fucking." Ben hesitated before going on because there was one more part to this favor. "And, if it would be at all possible, I would really appreciate it if you could photograph me, ropes and all... A little private anniversary present for Michael."

"Kinky," Brian interjected.

"So will you do it?"

"I'm sure we can work something out. What are friends for, after all?"

---

"Come on Ben, give me something to work with here." Brian was trying to get Ben into model mode, but it wasn't working. "Just create a character, get into his head, and emote." He repositioned himself on the bed, hovering over Ben who he had skillfully tied to the Novotny-Bruckner marriage bed. "Think why you're doing this; think of Mikey, but please god don't tell me about it... This is more than I ever wanted to be involved in your sex-life again."

"I just feel so awkward, so exposed," Ben reasoned. "I can't help it."

Brian jumped off the bed, coming up with an idea that might work... or it might make things even more awkward. He took off his shirt and shucked his jeans, then picked his camera back up and returned to the bed.

Ben was staring at him wide-eyed and looked even more nervous. "One of my profs in college said that sometimes it's not enough to just picture everybody naked; if everyone was naked, the nudity could be the great equalizer," Brian said, trying to explain the sudden striptease.

"I think your prof just wanted to get into everyone's pants."

Edited 2012-10-28 23:09 (UTC)

Oh gawd sway! This was perfect and just what I was hoping for only better!
Damn that was hot!

Can't way for the next part in the series ;P

<3

This was amazing! Wish there was more, as always.

Cheers,
Vin

Ohhh! I like that!

Thanks, hun. Glad you liked it. I had no idea how this would play out, especially since it's the first AU in this fandom for me.

I hope there'll be more soon.

There might be more. I already wanted to write more to this particular piece but it wouldn't have been done by the deadline. So I opted this to be more of a series instead of one long fic.

Glad you liked it :)

(LJ keeps eating my comment, so I'm sorry if you get more than one in the long run!)

Swish! I love it. I know this was hard (that's what Brian said, too, btw.) but I love it. Yay! Thanks.

I can just imagine the look on Mikey's face. Heh.

FILL - Two Guilty Smiles, Lindsay/Brian, Rating: R for language, perhaps?, [Part 1 / 1] Thanks to: aaa_mazing for helping me with this one. I know it was rough! :)

Lindsay wasn’t sure how to tell Brian that she wanted to end their “dating” of the last few months. She loved him. She had thought she was in love with him at one point. But then she spent that weekend retreat with Art Club snuggled up with Vanessa and realized that perhaps those feelings she just couldn’t place for the last few years made…sense, finally.

They met up, as usual, after Brian was done with soccer practice. She smiled at him, a half-smile, a guilty smile. “Hey,” she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him cheek lightly.

“Wendy,” he grinned, a smirk, a guilty smile. She could tell something was up. He knew something.

“How was practice?”

“The coach was busting my balls.” I think perhaps I liked it a little too much.

“I’m almost done with my painting for the student art show. Are you still planning on coming?”

“Provided that you can keep yourself from turning into Van Gogh, I’ll be there.”

I should tell him. Right now. She took a deep breath, and looked over at him, his hair freshly washed and disheveled. His grin could light up an entire room. I must be crazy.

When they reached his car, he paused, after tossing his soccer bag into the trunk. He leaned with his hand on the open lid, and let his eyes take in all of her. She’s wonderful. Fucking of course she is. I must be fucking insane to blow this.
But..well..I’d rather be blowing the gym teacher. So I have to. “We need to talk.” He closed the trunk softly, letting his eyes look over at hers for just a second.

Fuck. He already knows. “Brian. I’m so sorry.”

“What the fuck for?” He crossed his arms. “None of this is your fault.” She can’t possibly know. I’ve only told Michael. And he’s too afraid of me to say a fucking word. Well, and then there was David, in the locker room. But he’d be stupid as shit to say anything. Because I have no problem telling the rest of his football buddies how much he likes being on his knees.

“It is. I should have told you earlier.”

He cocked his head, rolling his lips into his mouth for just a moment before running his fingers through his hair. “Told me what?”

“That I don’t want to,” she paused, before letting the rest of the words fall out of her mouth quickly, “date anymore. I just can’t. It isn’t fair.”

She was almost in tears, and Brian’s heart was racing. He hated to see her in any pain whatsoever. He cared about her. He cared for her. “What happened?” He moved closer, wrapping her in his arms and pulling her in for a long hug against his chest.

“Vanessa and I, at the art retreat.” She was almost sobbing. “It just happened. And I liked it. I liked her.”
He pulled back, his eyes dipping down to look directly into hers, a smile playing on his lips. “Are you telling me you don’t like boys?”

She nodded, before burying her face in his chest. He laughed loudly. He should have tried harder to stop it, but it was too late.

She pushed back against his chest, crossing her arms and glaring at him. “Why is that so funny?” I thought he at least cared. Why is he laughing?

He was still laughing. “Because,” he reached out, pulling her back in again and running his fingers along her hair gently. “I was going to tell you I do. Like boys that is.”

Really loved this! It was so much fun to read, but I bet it was a lot more fun to write. ;)

Ha! I love it! This was very sweet and so keeping in character with a younger Brian and Lindsay.

I'm gonna write something for this in the next couple of weeks I think (since I'm doing the mini nanowrimo challenge starting on thursday). I'll let you know when it's ready! ;D
anything you want to add to the the prompt before i start?

stay tuned!
it's mostly written, just got whip up some nc17 action...because really...and then read it through and post it! I wrote nearly 1000 words on my flight home from Toronto :D

it's okay? thanks!
I think I might flesh it out even more (maybe Justin sees the pics?) and then post it as part of my Float On series.

Yes you do like boys. ;P
this was great!

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