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THEME # 18: DRESSED & UNDRESSED MASTER LINK LIST

bj_action — Sat, 16 Jun 2012 22:07:28 GMT

A SINGLE DROP by sangwin

PERSISTENCE by moonbrightnites

A ROOM WITH A VIEW by frantic_quest

NAKED: 6 STORIES by xie_xie_xie

THIS DEVIL'S WORK DAY by mander3_swish

Theme #16: Let's Get Soaking Wet Master List

bj_action — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 00:29:51 GMT

Theme #16: Let's Get Soaking Wet Master List

1. The Man of My Dreams by techgirl

2. Can I Take a Shower? by guavejuice

3. The Proposal by later2nite

4. Mediterranean Sunshine by frantic_quest

5. Steam by notreallyme10

6. Planting Seed in Some Hole by mander3_swish

7. Soaking Wet by rainbow1907

8. Soaking Wet by etextraordinary

Thanks to everyone for participating, happier_bunny for posting the fic, and mander3_swish for pimping and coding the master list. You all rock!

New Fic! Theme #15: Caught in the Act

bj_action — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 00:05:39 GMT

Surprise of surprises, there is actually a new theme up at bj_action.

Theme #15: Caught in the Act

There were 8 fabulous submissions. So stop by, and leave the authors some love in comment form. Its fine to be a lurker, but its not very inspiring for the people whose fiction you like lurking on. :D

Theme #14: Amnesty Master List

bj_action — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 22:43:30 GMT

LAYERS by khaywren

INSIDE OF YOU by frantic_quest

EQUALITY by galeandrandy

UNDER THE STARS by etextraordinary

OF CHEST MONSTERS, LISTS AND MIDNIGHT ASSIGNATIONS by the_minx_17

SORRY by notreallyme10

Thanks to all the authors! Now everyone else get over here and read and leave some drool!

THEME #13: Snowbound

bj_action — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 14:44:21 GMT

Sorry this is so late getting posted here but here's the link to the master list from the latest theme.

ENJOY!

SNOWBOUND FICS THIS WAY

Theme #12: Without Words - MASTERLIST

bj_action — Sun, 19 Apr 2009 02:56:43 GMT

A huge thank you to the authors who stepped up to this challenge. I'm so excited and cannot wait to read these fics!

BOOTY CALL by frantic_quest

BED OF ROSES by not_yet_defined

SET ME REELING by noteverything

THE BEST THING ABOUT JUSTIN by xie_xie_xie

WANT by notreallyme10

Now go forth my fellow porn whores, read the fics and leave the authors some drool. :D

bj_action — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 22:35:04 GMT

Are you ready to come out? Admit that you're addicted to Queer as Folk? Admit that Brian and Justin make you hot and bothered? That the love makes you melt?

If so, you should join the fun via IJ's qaf_coming out Party! Just click on the banners to find the fun!

be sure to snag a great icon like mine:

and then come play some trivia!

Theme #11: Public Sex // Sex in Public Places masterlist

bj_action — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 16:56:02 GMT

WHEW! They're all up. This is the best fandom ever!!! Thank you so much to everyone who participated. The rest of you, be sure to leave them lots & lots of love!

GRAPHICS BY nerilka24

THE HIRSHHORN BY not_yet_defined

FINE ART BY notreallyme10

ICONS BY selenebj

JACKPOT BY frantic_quest

GRAPHICS BY kari77

ALFRESCO BY morgan_is_randy

S.E.X - A VID BY qafmaniac

A RAINY DAY BY xie_xie_xie

OH, BUT WE SHOULD BY tweedygal

Theme #10 Master List of Links

bj_action — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 01:54:45 GMT

The PWPs Are Up!

Theme #10: Choose Your Own Adventure

The Choices:
When: Noon, Midnight
Where: Office, Studio
How: Finger Fucking, Snowballing

Ready to Go by tweedygal

Personal Question by epicallytired

Empty Chamber by dirtylttlescret

Creative Control by testdog65

Center of Attention by tweedygal

Goodnight, Twat by not_yet_defined

Midnight by notreallyme10

Thank you so much to the writers! You guys rock.

Readers - Please leave lot's of love. It keeps us writing. So it you want more. You know what to do.
Writers - Please wait 2 days before cross-posting. And remember to track the posts for your comments.

Update and a New Theme

bj_action — Sat, 20 Sep 2008 17:40:45 GMT

Hello friends of bj_action,

It's been a while since we posted over here, and in that time we have had a lot of new people friend this journal, so I just wanted to post a little update.

1. There is a new challenge currently underway over at BJ Action on IJ. The theme is Choose Your Own Adventure and fics are due by Wednesday at 9pm EST. It's never too late to sign up if anyone is interested.

2. It's too difficult for us to keep up with friending on this journal, since both Bunny and I are primarily on IJ, but don't worry, none of our posts are locked here, so if you friend us you will see everything we post.

3. The posts for the current theme will not be cross-posted over here, but I do promise to stop by with a master links post on wednesday night after they are all posted.

4. Remember, you don't have to have an IJ to participate in action challenges, to read the submissions or to leave comments on them. And if you'd like here is a link to the RSS Feed for BJ Action at IJ you just click on this link and friend it like you would any other journal on live journal.

It's great to see so many new people embracing teh ~~porn~~ love. :D

~Ny (not_yet_defined)

Looking for a little porn????????

bj_action — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 22:05:50 GMT

I've got several treats for you tonight!

THEME # 7: JUSTING GETS FUCKED WITH SOMETHING LARGE...VERY VERY LARGE (MASTERLIST)
There's six porny fics from: xie_xie_xie, epicallytired, notreallyme10, altsunthinkable, testdog65 and vl_redreign.

THEME # 8: IDES OF MARCH (AN INSANEJOURNAL ALL FANDOM PORN FEST) (MASTERLIST)
We had three submission and it's some of the hottest porn I've ever read by: tweedygal, not_yet_defined, and testdog65.

THEME # 9: SEASON ONE WITH A TWIST: MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT SEX AT DEB'S /OR/ BRIAN BLOWS JUSTIN AT DEB'S (MASTERLIST)
Our latest theme was a HUGE success with SIX season one porny treats.

You do not need an IJ to come read the fic or to comment.

If you'd like to add the asylum to your LJ flist via RSS feed, GO HERE AND FRIEND IT LIKE YOU NORMALLY WOULD.

Horny?

bj_action — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 12:30:07 GMT

Wow...I just added 53 new people to the flist here because I forgot that the only reason I set this up as a new journal was so I didn't have to lock it. lol Oh well, with LJ's new rules and such, this journal is bound to get whacked for explicit adult content sooner or later and while I don't plan to post much here, I am going to link you to all the themes you may have missed since we moved to insanejournal.

I can't believe I started this place well over a year ago.
xoxo
bunny

PWPs are Up - Theme #6: Orgasm Control

bj_action — Sun, 23 Sep 2007 01:39:07 GMT

Theme #6: Orgasm Control PWPs are now posted for your reading pleasure at bj_action

You can find them all here, on the Master List.

The authors did a fabulous job this round. The PWPs are hot and full of teh love, so please be sure to show your appreciation of their hard work with lots of commenty love of your own.

Now, what are you waiting for? There's porn. Go read it. :D

~Ny

2 hour grace period on PWPs due today

bj_action — Sat, 22 Sep 2007 18:03:56 GMT

Attenion writers for the bj_action challenge due today

My nephew is visiting from out of town and wants to take me to dinner, so you all get a 2 hour grace period if any of you are finishing up last minute. Don't worry readers, the PWPs will be posted shortly after that, so you will still get to enjoy a porn filled evening or sunday afternoon. :D

PWPs are now due by 9pm EST instead of 7pm.

Thank you, not_yet_defined

One Time Pimpage - Sign Ups Open for Theme #6: Orgasm Control

bj_action — Sat, 15 Sep 2007 05:14:26 GMT

Apparently this fandom is in serious need of porn, and while someone is about to get denied, it won't be the readers and writers who've put out the call on this post over on xie's ij. Who am I to deny teh porny love?

Theme #6: Orgasm Control

Sign ups are now open for the next challenge at bj_action on ij. Comment HERE to sign up.

Fics are due via email by 7pm EST on Saturday, Septemeber 22nd.

And just a reminder, you do not have to have an IJ to participate

Thank you, not_yet_defined

Kinnetik PWPs Are Up!

bj_action — Sun, 26 Aug 2007 23:30:41 GMT

Theme #5: Kinnetik PWPs Are Up!!

We have six fantastic contributions this round, and I didn't want anyone to miss out on teh porn. You can find them all here at bj_action on insane journal.

enjoy! not_yet_defined

Just A Reminder

bj_action — Sat, 25 Aug 2007 20:43:43 GMT

Hello All,

I've noticed over the last couple of days that bj_action here at Live Journal has still continued to be friended. So I just wanted to remind all of you that all future themes will only be posted at our new home bj_action at insanejournal. And also remind you that all the fics from past themes have been transfered to our new home as well and organized in the memories by theme and author.

Since our next round is going up tomorrow night, i would hate for anyone to miss out on the porny love. You can look at this post for information on how to add the feed from bj_action at insane journal to your live journal account, so that you can continue to view us on you LJ flist.

Thank you, not_yet_defined and happier_bunny

Announcement - New Theme

bj_action — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 07:49:10 GMT

For those of you haven't yet started watching us in our new home, happier_bunny and I didn't want you to miss out on this important announcement so I'm x-posting it here:

Since bj_action has found a new home, what better way for us to advertise all this asylum has to offer than by hosting a new challenge?

And because it's always about sex ~~unless it's about death~~ there is clearly only one agency up to this monumental task....

Theme #5: Sex at Kinnetik

Sign ups start now, right here. They end ~~not really~~ at 4am EST on Monday, August 20th.

Fics are due by 5pm EST on Sunday, August 26th, and must be emailed to action . bj @ gmail . com (no spaces) in the correct format.

If you are unfamiliar with the rules, you can check them out here in our profile.

So have at it all you wonderfully porny authors. The possibilities are endless, as long as they take place inside Kinnetik.

You must sign up at our new home. Fics for this theme will not be posted at this location, they will only be posted at bj_action at insanejournal

Thank you, not_yet_defined

Just A Reminder

bj_action — Fri, 17 Aug 2007 06:57:49 GMT

This is just a reminder for all of the authors who particpated in past themes.

All of the past entries have been added to our new home - bj_action at insanejournal. New Location = New Readers = New Comments (we've already had a couple) As always, if people take the time to comment, we encourage you to reply. All fics have been added to the memories by both theme and author, so it should be easy for you to find your fics and track them.

This is the end of my PSA. Thank you :D

Announcement

bj_action — Wed, 15 Aug 2007 03:30:34 GMT

Hello bj_action's flist, tis I, your friendly neighborhood porn whore happier_bunny, checking in with some news. I've found a new place for us to play.

A place that's friendly and fun and that let me (and my new co-maintainer not_yet_defined) make this a community without having to lock it down (as long as we follow a few simple rules).

So of course we've put all our lovely porn at our new location, and will be running these challenges there from now on. We hope you'll want to come play in this smut-friendly new place, too, and that you'll create an insanejournal so you can friend us: HERE

And guess what? You can view bj_action at InsaneJournal RIGHT NOW ON YOUR LJ FRIENDS LIST!

Just go HERE.

Scroll to the bottom and where it says: Add feed URL, type:

http://bj_action.insanejournal.com

ETA It seems you have to name your feed before it works. There's tips in the comments - because I'm a techno tard, I don't understand it. If you're still having problems, let me know. thanks!

And you're done!

New themes coming soon!
happier_bunny and not_yet_defined

Theme #4: Outdoors...8 of 8

bj_action — Sun, 15 Jul 2007 02:44:39 GMT

Hi...it's Bunny dropping in. My beloved Vamphile sent her fic to the wrong email addy so I'm adding her. ENJOY

TITLE: Picnic Brunch
AUTHOR: Vamphile
WARNINGS: None
A/N: None

It was one of those Sunday brunches that Mel and Lindsay insisted upon occasionally. Brian only agreed to attend because it had been weeks since he’d seen Gus. They were all talking at once about nothing in particular. People they’d fucked, people they hadn’t, stars they wanted to.

Justin had probably still been drunk when they got here, considering how very very drunk he’d been last night at Babylon, and how much they’d continued to drink once they got back to the loft. The mimosas weren’t helping. He was babbling a little. Brian concentrated on not smiling too much. No one needed to know how amused he was by Justin’s inebriation. No one needed to know shit.

As Justin launched into a monologue about… something, who the fuck could follow his train of thought when he was like this? Brian excused himself and went out back for a cigarette. He was about to take another drag when Justin took it from his hand and inhaled deeply. Justin crushed the last of the cigarette under his shoe.

Brian grabbed Justin’s shirt and pulled him forward until Justin stumbled a little and was then leaning against Brian’s body. They kissed and when Justin pulled back he was smiling, his hands working their way under Brian’s shirt. Brian put his hands on Justin’s ass and pressed him closer. “You’re drunk.” He whispered it against Justin’s ear.

Brian felt him smile against his neck. Brian stood up a little straighter, allowing Justin’s hands to move further under his shirt and up his back. They kissed for a few more minutes until Justin pulled away for a second and then draped his arms over Brian’s shoulders. “Fuck me.”

Brian nodded. “When we get home.”

Justin moved quickly and Brian’s fast response was the only thing that kept them both from toppling as he wrapped his legs around Brian’s waist and let Brian carry his weight. “Now.”

Brian moved them to the graying picnic table, abandoned for the season. Justin fell back against it, struggling to untangle himself from Brian and remove his own jeans at the same time. Brian assisted him with both and Justin’s hands moved towards Brian’s fly. “Now.” He repeated.

Somewhere between Justin’s body wrapped completely around his and the shedding of Justin’s jeans, Brian had abandoned any thought of waiting. He leaned over Justin, kissing him again. Justin’s legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him forward. Their cocks pressed together. “Inside me Brian. I want you inside me.”

Brian pulled back, rolling the condom on quickly and working two spit-slicked fingers into Justin. Justin lifted his arms over his head, grasping the top of the table and arching his back, accentuating his flat tummy. Brian kissed his navel, and then worked his way up. As he nuzzled the soft skin there, he pushed Justin’s shirt up further until his mouth was on his nipples. He licked and sucked at them while the cool breeze reminded the world that fall was well on its way.

Justin shuddered and Brian looked up, needing to know if he was cold or simply enjoying himself. Justin’s hair fluttered away from his face but the soft hazy smile told Brian that the temperature wasn’t what was making Justin’s body shake. He covered Justin’s body with his own, protecting him from, well, any sensation that wasn’t created by his own hand.

Justin’s body curled under him, and Brian’s cock pressed against Justin’s hole. He felt it contract and then open to him, felt Justin's entire body give itself over to this. He pushed in and kissed Justin at the same time. Their tongues, hands and legs moving together as Brian’s cock slid over Justin’s prostate and then pulled back.

Brian felt Justin’s response. Felt him move his body, twist his hips, trying to recreate the sensation. Brian obliged, moving in short sharp thrusts as the early afternoon sun belied the cool breeze. Summer making its last stand against the insistent fall. Justin’s hands moved to Brian’s back, pulling him closer. His legs trapping Brian inside him. They stayed like that, moving together.

Brian pulled back, using Justin’s pre-come to lube his shaft as he stroked him in time to his harsh thrusts. Justin’s hands were over his face now, pressing the heel of his palms against his eyes, shutting out the light so that all sensations were those that Brian controlled.

They both came. Their bodies shaking, their breathing rapid. Lindsay made a noise in the back of her throat and walked away. Justin covered his face again, this time in embarrassment. Brian shrugged and pulled out, tossing the condom over the fence into a neighbors yard and handing Justin his jeans.

They stood together for another minute, touching, kissing, having a post coital smoke. When they went back inside the rest of the gang was gone. Lindsay smiled widely.

“Mel, Brian and Justin just volunteered to buy us a new picnic table. Isn’t that sweet?”

Brian looked towards Lindsay, hiding his surprise behind a smirk. He nodded.

THE END

Theme #4: Outdoors fics are up...Enjoy!

bj_action — Sun, 15 Jul 2007 01:20:26 GMT

All Theme #4, Outdoors, entries are now up for your reading pleasure. So what are you waiting for? Go. Read. Now.

Thank you so very very much to all the authors who submitted. 8 fics total which makes me a very happy ~~porn whore~~ guest host.

Please leave lots and lots of lovely feedback for the authors. Feedback = Love, Joy and Happiness.

Below are links to each of the submissions.

Enjoy!

Outside by testdog65

A Six-Letter Word He'd Never Use by not_yet_defined

Taking Back by happier_bunny

Going Out by xie_xie_xie

Seeing Stars by tweedygal

Green Icing by niguita_gia

Blame It On The Beer by tigbit

Picnic Brunch by epicallytired

Theme #4: Outdoors...7 of 8

bj_action — Sun, 15 Jul 2007 00:32:37 GMT

Title: A Six-Letter Word He’d Never Use
Author: not_yet_defined
Warning: porn, light bdsm
Timeline: The summer following 513
A/N: no time to beta...surprise wedding today...so hopefully not terrible. :D This is for paddies who expressed a desire for some bdsm!b/j on my journal awhile back.

There is a salad in the fridge.
Eat it. Change.
Meet me on the tennis courts.
You still owe me part 3.

- J

Brian opened the fridge, looked at the salad, pulled out a beer instead and headed upstairs. He sat down on the edge of the bed and toed off his shoes, finishing off his beer.

He had no fucking clue what Justin meant by his note, but considering they had yet to buy racquets, or balls for that matter, he doubted he was being invited out for a late night match. Brian slipped into a pair of old jeans and a thin white t-shirt and headed back downstairs.

He could see the lights on above the tennis courts 100 yards or so behind the west end of the house. He bypassed the rambling stone path and cut straight across the lawn. The grass was almost cool, despite the lingering heat, and a little damp, it felt good against his bare feet.

As he got closer he saw that Justin had dragged one of the heavy lounge chairs onto the court. He was sitting with his feet flat against the solid cream-colored cushion, hand poised a couple inches off the page, head tilted to the side, contemplating the sketchpad resting on his bent knees.

Without looking up, Justin mumbled, "Hey," as he continued his sketch.

Brian came up behind him, bent over and murmured a "Hey" back against the side of Justin’s neck before pressing a kiss just below his ear.

Brian sat down on the edge of the lounge as Justin dropped both of his feet down over the sides of the chair to make room. He waited for Justin to finish, and when he finally looked over at him, Brian inquired, “So, what the fuck we are doing out here?”

Justin smiled, set the sketchpad and pencil on the ground and slid forward a bit. He reached out and gently pulled on Brian’s waist until he complied and resituated himself between Justin’s legs. Justin slipped his hands under Brian’s t-shirt and started guiding it up and off of him.

“Well,” Justin began as his arms wrapped around Brian and his hands moved to the buttons on Brian’s jeans. He slowly licked a line between Brian’s shoulder blades.

“You’ve already dived into me in the pool,” He whispered as he undid the buttons, and slid his hand inside of Brian’s jeans.

“And you’ve ridden me in the stables…” Justin freed Brian’s cock, then reached behind his back and retrieved a bottle of lube, squeezing a small amount into his hand before grasping Brian’s rapidly growing hard on.

Brian had to smile at the lad’s planning. He ran his hands up and down Justin’s thighs, “I think technically, you were riding me.”

Justin smiled against Brian’s back at the memory, lazily stroking his own dick with his free hand. “Close enough.”

Brian turned to the side and wrapped his hand around Justin’s neck, pulling him into a leisurely kiss, running his tongue over Justin’s in time to the hand on his dick. He kept turning until he was on his knees between Justin’s legs. Breaking the kiss as he lifted Justin’s shirt over his head and off. With one hand on Justin’s chest, and one hand on the lever on the side of the chair, he pushed Justin backwards until both the chair back, and Justin were fully reclined.

Brian grabbed both of Justin’s wrists with one hand, trapping them both over his head. He leaned over him and traced a path down Justin’s neck and chest with his lips, tongue and teeth. Suddenly remembering, he paused, hovering over a hardened pink nipple, “So I suppose now I have to slam you on the tennis court?”

“Or we could just cuddle."

The words were barely out of Justin's mouth before he was yelping in protest as Brian bit down on his nipple.

Brian looked up at him, incredulous. He pinched Justin’s other nipple, hard, between his fingers. “You are seriously going to pay for that.” He jumped off the lounge smacked the side of Justin's thigh and growled at him to turn over.

Justin superficially objected, reminding Brian that those were his words, not Justin's, but he obediently flipped onto his stomach as he did so. Brian was squatting at the head of the lounge undoing the fabric ties that held the cushion in place on the wooden frame.

"Wrist," he demanded quietly.

Justin hesitated. Not because he didn't want to. He liked Brian in this kind of mood just fine. He hesitated because, although he rationally knew it was very unlikely anyone would wander into their backyard at 10pm and see him tied up and naked on the tennis court, the lights overhead were extremely bright, there was nothing for a 50 yards any direction shielding them from view, and he felt a little bit like he was on stage. Justin looked into Brian's face and he stared back, eyebrows raised, calmly waiting for Justin to comply. Justin laid both his arms over his head against the lounge, buried his face against the soft material and relaxed.

After Brian had tied both of Justin's wrists to the frame, he moved to the side. He reached over and slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of Justin's light cotton pants, "Lift," and tugged them off.

Even at this late hour it was still hot, and the occasional breeze that floated over them was a welcome relief, but Justin shivered almost imperceptibly once there was nothing between his slightly sweat-dampened skin and the night air.

Brian ran the tips of his fingers down the bumps of Justin's spine, ghosting them along the crack of his ass. He smacked the cheek closest to him once, "Up."

Justin moaned. There was almost no slack on the ties around his wrists, making moving more difficult, but he clumsily shifted onto his knees and forearms, his forehead resting against the cushion, as Brian stood next to him, watching.

Brian massaged a bit of lube idly down Justin's crack, and much too lightly teased his hole.

Justin blushed picturing how he must look. He blushed harder when Brian's palm spanked the same place on his bottom several times in a row, and he found himself moaning and pushing his ass back to meet each smack.

Brian massaged the reddened skin with one hand, and resumed playing with Justin's hole with the other – circling around it, over it, pressing against it until Justin was squirming under his touch and pushing back against his fingers. "Brian," Justin moaned.

He wanted to make Justin wait. Wanted to draw this out and torture him. Wanted Justin begging him to fuck him. Wanted it more because he knew Justin wanted it too.

Justin's pale skin was flushed and the sheen of sweat forming on top of it seemed to make it glow under the bright lights. Brian ran his palms appreciatively over the gorgeous ass thrust up and waiting just for him, a million dirty thoughts filtering through his mind. Brian ran his thumbs down the center, using them to spread Justin wide. His tongue followed the path of his thumbs until he was lapping the pink wrinkled skin.

He pushed his tongue inside a few times, tasting Justin, and then he withdrew completely, eliciting a groan of protest from Justin. Brian moved around to the head of the chair. He stroked his cock with one hand while he gently threaded his fingers through the silky blond strands before tightening his fist around them. He roughly pulled Justin's head up by his hair.

Justin gasped, tongue wetting his lips when he realized what Brian wanted. The lack of control he had over the blowjob he was about to give simultaneously making him uncomfortable and turned on.

Brian held Justin by his hair, positioning his dick in front of Justin's willing, open mouth, still sliding his own hand up and down the shaft. He bit his lip, holding back a moan as Justin's tongue darted out, first circling the head of his cock, before licking the slit. A thin strand of fluid hung briefly in the space between Brian's dick and Justin's tongue, connecting the two.

Brian couldn't suppress the moan that rumbled out of him at the sight. He started to move his hips back and forth, both hands cradling Justin's head, fucking his hot, wet, mouth with short thrusts. When he felt Justin start to pull his head forward, encouraging him, he moved deeper, until he was hitting the back of his throat.

Brian's head fell back as Justin took him all the way in and swallowed around his cock. He came, shooting down Justin's throat, his grip tightening around the blond hair tangled in his fingers.

"Fuck," Brian groaned as he pulled back, resting his hands on Justin's shoulders for a moment to steady himself.

Brian knelt down, caught Justin's self-satisfied smile, and shook his head. "Lay down."

Justin lowered himself down, scooting backwards so his arms were once again outstretched. He turned his head sideways and resting his cheek against one of his arms so that he could watch Brian as he checked the circulation in Justin's hands. Brian gently massaged Justin's wrists as he ran his thumbs beneath the ties, assuring himself that they hadn't somehow tightened. He leaned forward kissing Justin softly, then pulled back, carefully holding eye contact.

"Need me to untie these?"

"No."

"Want me to untie them?"

Justin hesitated, "No."

Brian loosened the ties a bit and stood up, "Turn over on your back."

"Pull your knees into your chest."

Justin followed the instructions, watching Brian curiously as he straddled the lounge, sitting so close his crotch had to be just inches from Justin's ass. Brian reached out and guided Justin's legs back down, draping them over his thighs on either side of him. Justin's moaned when he realized how exposed this left him, legs spread wide, ass slightly elevated.

His dick was already painfully hard and he could feel pre-come dripping onto his stomach.

Brian generously coated his fingers with lube. He pressed one against Justin's hole and easily slipped inside. He pushed in and out only a couple of times before adding a second. He slid them slowly in and out of Justin, waiting patiently to be asked for more. His other hand was resting on Justin's thigh, his thumb mindlessly tracing circles against the soft skin.

Brian's slow pace was quickly driving Justin insane. He tried to move closer, impale himself harder on Brian's fingers, and mentally cursed himself for not asking to be untied when he found he couldn't. "Oh God. Brian. Please."

"Please what?"

"Please. Fuck Me."

Brian laughed, "I am fucking you," he brushed his fingers against Justin's prostate for emphasis. Justin moaned loudly then muttered something that sounded a lot like asshole. Brian took pity on him, "Please. More?" He asked as he slid a third finger inside along the other two.

Justin cried out, bucking his hips.

"Or. Please. Harder?" Brian pulled them almost all the way out then pushed them back in faster than before.

"Yes. Please. Both. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me.Fuck.Me...."

Justin writhed in front of him, his words increasingly incoherent. Brian's own dick was almost fully hard again pressing against the fly of his jeans, but Justin, completely debauched and desperate to come, was a fucking beautiful sight. Brian decided he could wait.

His fingers deep inside of Justin, Brian kept his eyes on Justin's face as he brushed against his prostate again and told him to come. And he did. Hard.

After Justin's breathing started to even out, Brian eased his fingers back out and wiped them on Justin's discarded t-shirt. He used it wipe the come off of Justin's chest. He slid up alongside of Justin, and reached above his head to untie his wrists. Justin's eyes were closed and he seemed rather indifferent to Brian's movements as Brian repositioned them onto their sides so that he could lie next to Justin on the too-narrow-for-two-people lounge without crushing him.

"Did you pass out?"

Justin laughed, but he still didn't open his eyes, "Not yet. I really wish I wasn't lying naked on the tennis court though...Bed is a long way away," he murmured, snaking his arm around Brian's waist and already falling asleep.

The air was still warm and Brian thought it wouldn't hurt to let the kid sleep a few minutes before moving inside. Brian brushed a few sweat-drenched locks of hair away from Justin's face before tangling his fingers in the damp strands on the nape of his neck. As he too started to drift off, he mentally conceded that to an outside observer this probably looked a lot like cuddling.

Theme #4: Outdoors...6 of 8

bj_action — Sun, 15 Jul 2007 00:27:23 GMT

TITLE: Blame it on the Beer
AUTHOR: tigbit
WARNINGS: NC-17
SUMMARY: Well there’s this thing, you see, about beer.
A/N: I apologize if this is bad; it was written way, way early in the morning. :)

Brian blames it on the beer.

He remembers a definite line between rational and irrational thinking. He does not, however, remember crossing it. Alcohol does that to a person.

They’d been at Woody’s. Brian remembers a drinking game involving music and needless vibrato that he was far too superior to participate in until he realized that everyone else was laughing a little louder, swaying a little harder, and that he was being left behind. So he jumped on the Booze Train.

(He might or might not have whispered this to Justin, who also might or might not have pulled an invisible string in the air and mouthed “Choo-choo!” with cigarette breath. One can never be sure of such things while en route to Destination: Trashed)

Karaoke started at eleven, which cancelled out their drinking game in a matter of minutes. No one could understand the words well enough to play at that point, and so they migrated over to the pool table for a few rounds of drunken ball-hitting.

Brian was nearly gone. He and Justin shared some kind of Caribbean rum drink while Ted and Michael argued over who got the longest pool stick, although Justin most definitely hogged the straw. He nearly sucked half the drink away in a matter a minutes before Brian reminded him that the straw was a piece of plastic and not a cock. There really was no need to suck quite so hard, he said, even though he commended Justin on his technique.

And just as the last bit of the swirly red drink disappeared down Brian’s throat, he saw it:

The Line.

Small and a bit blurry, it waved its little line-like hand and grinned with its little line-like face. Brian knew for a fact that Justin and Michael and most definitely Ted (who was trying to compose his own drunken opera, at the moment) had stepped over the line without a second thought. Without so much as a fucking wave.

Brian wasn’t so sure about crossing over that little boundary just yet, but then Justin was saying something about his dick and using words like “massive” and “ass fuckage” and rubbing up against his leg like some kind of horny blond cat. It all sounded so fancy and special and interesting, so when Michael did some kind of victory dance and bought them all a round of beer, Brian drank it and continued to listen.

He listened for a long, long time.

***

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Brian growled and hit his steering wheel with both hands as he realized that he’d seen more green in the past ten minutes than he had during the entire Christmas season.

Justin huffed out a laugh and tried to snuggle up against the window. “I can’t believe you suggested it,” he said, and pulled his pillow up a little higher.

“There is no way I suggested this.” Brian was still adamant. “There is no way I would condone any kind of…” he spit out the word, “…outdoor frivolity.” He didn’t even remember telling everyone that he wanted to do this with Michael, Ben, and Justin. But he’d never backed down on a promise. Even if it was a drunk one.

“Yeah, well,” Justin yawned, “you did.”

Brian shook his head. “No way,” he said again, “There’s no fucking way I’d suggest…this.” He couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud. Michael and Ben turned off into a gravel (fucking gravel!) road ahead of them and Brian slowed down, bitching about his tires and ding marks.

“Camping?” Justin turned his head far enough to raise an eyebrow. His words shook a little from all the bouncing. “You must have wanted it subconsciously. Or else we wouldn’t be here.”

Brian shuddered. Justin had said the word. “Whatever. We’ll put up the tents, you’ll blow me, we’ll have a fire, you’ll blow me, and then maybe we can scare Mikey with our flashlight.” There was no way in hell he’d let anything interrupt his sex life. Woods or no.

“Mmm,” Justin sighed, and Brian was in awe that someone could manage to be sleepy in a jerking, bouncing car, “It’ll be fun. Lighten up.”

They drove in silence for a few more minutes until Brian pulled next to Michael and Ben, who had finally stopped next to a dark brown building - presumably to pay for their camping site. “Right,” he muttered, and tried to convince himself that this wasn’t the most idiotic, drunken idea he’d ever had. And nearly succeeded.

Until a bird pooped on his car.

***

It turned out Ben knew a thing or two about camping.

He set up Brian and Justin’s tent after fixing up his own in less than ten minutes, cleared away a spot for the fire, unpacked their supplies, and asked everyone what they wanted on their kebobs for dinner before Brian had enough time to complain about the flying things in the air.

“Well, it looks like we’re set,” Ben said, looking proud. “The only thing we’re missing is firewood. I think we could save time by splitting up and looking in different parts of the wood.” No one seemed to object, so he continued on. “Michael, you can stay here and watch over the site – make sure nothing tries to steal our food – and Justin, Brian, and I will go and find enough wood to cook our dinner. Okay? Great.” He smiled broadly and patted Brian on the shoulder as he swept past, breaking small twigs as he set off.

“Er,” Michael looked around the site, eyeing the coolers. “What would try and steal our food, exactly?”

Brian, sensing his opportunity, nonchalantly stripped down to his jeans and wifebeater. “Bears, I’d imagine.”

“B-bears?” Michael’s eyes grew wide.

Justin snickered, but tried to pull Brian along. There was only so much fun to be had in torturing Michael; the man made it too easy.

“Uh-huh,” Brian nodded, looking grave. “Or maybe a raccoon. Or a snake. Or possibly all three.”

Michael lowered his voice to a loud stage whisper. “But I don’t like snakes!” Like this was some big surprise; Michael was scared of can openers. “Where are you going?!” he choked out.

Justin had pulled Brian to the edge of the wood. Brian laughed a little and waved a short, solemn farewell. “See ya, Mikey,” he said, sounding grave. “Good luck keeping away the big, scare-wey animals.”

Michael squeaked and immediately jumped on top of the picnic table.

Way too easy.

***

It wasn’t so much fun to look for wood when one already had it.

Justin was goddamn sexy in his outfit. He’d rolled up the sleeves of his t-shirt, which made it all the more easy to look at his little muscles as they reached for sticks and fallen branches. They’d already made two trips back to the campsite to drop off wood and by now, both Justin and Brian were covered in sweat. Brian watched it gather at the base of Justin’s spine as he bent down to pick up something new.

Fuck it.

“C’mere,” Brian said, and was secretly pleased when he noticed the glint in Justin’s eye. Bless his porny little soul.

Grinning a bit, Justin dropped the few things he’d been carrying and kicked them aside as he made his way over to Brian.

“Time for a break?” Justin leaned back on a tree and smiled as Brian stepped between his legs. His bangs were sticky with sweat and refused to move – even when he shook his head. They covered his right eye.

Brian leaned in and pushed their hips together, slowly rocking. “Something like that,” he said, and bent down.

He traced the edges of Justin’s lips with his tongue while Justin kept his face perfectly still, enjoying the attention. Brian moved his hands from Justin’s hips to behind his ears and pulled their faces closer. Closer.

Brian was faintly aware that something was moving near them as he sucked on Justin’s tongue. Something distinctly Ben-like. He could hear a faraway humming as Justin kicked his foot and shifted his body so he could press his crotch down on Brian’s knee.

Before long, Brian figured Justin must have heard and recognized the humming as well; he stopped pushing back on Brian’s leg and rested his hips against the tree trunk before trying to end the kiss. But Brian pushed in harder. Sucked harder. Held harder.

“Brian, stop.” Justin finally pulled away from the kiss and palmed away the spit on his jaw, flushed and smiling. “He’ll be here any second.” Seeing Brian’s slight frown, he laughed once and leaned in to press a quick peck against his neck before whispering. “But I promise I’ll let you fuck me in the tent when we have some time alone.”

Brian wanted to pout. Except he never fucking pouted. Like they’d ever have time alone this weekend; there was nowhere else for them to go except the campsite and the woods.

And then, an idea.

“Scared he’ll see you?”

Justin had turned his head to follow the sound, but as soon as Brian spoke he moved it back, slow and confused. “What the hell?” he asked, relaxing back against the tree.

“I said are you scared that he’ll see you?” Brian kept his voice low and serious. He stepped forward until there was absolutely no space between them and wriggled a hand down to pet Justin’s fly and hard cock through the denim.

Justin squirmed, dropping his bottom lip and sucking in a sharp breath when Brian squeezed. “I don’t…I don’t want him to see us like this,” he bit out. His face was turning pink.

“Really?” Brian used his weight to keep Justin pinned against the tree and used both of his hands to unzip Justin’s fly. Justin tried to wriggle away, but there was nothing he could do; Brian pulled his jeans down far enough to grab at Justin’s cock, stroking hard. “You really don’t?”

Justin moaned – half grumble, half whine. “No.”

“Don’t want him to see your cock?” Brian kept rubbing his thumb on the underside of the tip, stopping only to squeeze further down. “Don’t want him to see my hand on your dripping cock?” His other hand plucked at a nipple through Justin’s shirt and he relished in the soft whine and quick turn of Justin’s head. Leaned in and breathed against an ear. “Why don’t you want him to hear you moan?”

Tipping his head back against the tree, Justin squeezed his eyes shut as his cheeks grew darker. “I don’t…I can’t…” His body was fighting his mind.

“Sounds like he’s on his way.” He pressed the words into Justin’s neck and Justin squirmed against the tree – wriggling until he realized the bark pressed into his back. Brian lowered his voice even more. “I think you’d better hurry.”

Justin bit his lip to keep in the moan. He must have finally made up his mind; pulling Brian’s face to his own, he sucked on Brian’s ear, nose, chin, lips as he pumped his hips into Brian’s hand.
“C’mon,” Brian encouraged, pulling away his wet lips. “You’re almost there.”

Justin growled and Brian saw a quick flash of dark pink cheeks and tilted eyebrows before Justin pushed his face into Brian’s neck, huffing against his shoulder. His dick was slipping in and out of Brian’s hand faster, now – pre-come and sweat lubing the quick pull and squeeze. Breath escaped in the beginnings of moans and the endings of gasps. “Mm-oh, mm-oh.”

Brian felt a small swelling of pride. If Justin was like this with just a hand-job, there was no telling how vocal he’d be in a fuck. Especially a fuck right next to the other tent.

Ben was getting ridiculously close now – close enough for Brian to hear the twigs snapping under his feet. Louder every second. Time for the kill.

“I think he’s going to see you come, Justin.” Brian moved his hips in time with his hand, still rubbing through Justin’s shirt. “He’s here, he’s close. And you’re almost there.” Not a lie.

“No…” Brian could feel Justin’s abs clenching, could feel him scrunching his face against his neck. “Oh g—” He groaned in his throat when he came, pulling Brian closer with his hands and squeezing tight, tight, tight as his body clenched and released.

He panted into Brian’s neck long enough to gain back the steady breathing of his breath. Long enough to realize that Ben was still around, puttering in the forest and still humming that ridiculous song.

“Shit, Brian,” Justin said, finally pushing himself off of the tree. “Shit.” He bent down to pick up the pants that had fallen on the ground – using his underwear to wipe away the come and stuffing it in his pocket when he’d finished.

He was so cute when he was flustered.

“You’re fine,” Brian reminded him, “He didn’t see you.”

Justin hid his face in his hands for one quick moment, shaking his head. “God, I can’t believe we did that,” he groaned out, still embarrassed. He lightly smacked Brian on the chest as he tiptoed past, looking for Ben.

“I think he’s heading back,” Brian said, looking over Justin’s shoulder.

Justin turned around and snorted. “It figures,” he said, before scrunching his face and reaching a hand around to scratch at his back. “Nothing better have been on that tree, Brian. I don’t want to leave here with some…wood virus, or anything.” So, so serious. Still cute.

“Mmm,” Brian leaned forward and pecked a kiss on his nose, “we can’t have that.”

Justin smiled for one long moment, reaching forward to run a dirty, smelly hand over Brian’s cheek. “Now I can’t wait for tonight. When it’s your turn.” He grinned again, mischievous, and cupped Brian through his pants.

“Can’t wait.”

Theme 4: Outdoors...5 of 8

bj_action — Sun, 15 Jul 2007 00:24:50 GMT

Title: Outside
Author: testdog65 aka Ellen
Time frame Post-513
Warnings: NC-17
A/N: Thank you to xie_xie_xie for the beta!

“Harder, Brian,” moans Justin, desperate for Brian to tighten his grip, stroke faster.

“Mmm, not yet.” Brian’s voice is low and filled with his own desire as he continues to tease Justin, keeping him on edge, but not giving him what he needs to come. Justin is leaning face-first against the side of Debbie’s house, Brian pressed against his back, his mouth at Justin’s ear. A cool breeze plays at the sweat beading on Justin’s forehead.

They’re not fucking. Not yet. Justin’s pants are open, his hard cock sliding through Brian’s loose fist. He tries to angle himself for more friction, move his hips faster, anything to get what he needs as he gasps out “More.” But Brian’s pressed too tightly against him, with a firm grip on his hip. Justin squirms and takes some satisfaction in Brian’s not quite stifled moan as he presses his own hard cock, still encased in his jeans, against the curve of Justin’s ass.

Dinner at Debbie’s with the usual suspects has been a protracted study in torture for Brian tonight, as Justin has taken every opportunity to entice him with a look, a touch, a whispered promise. The fact that he is wearing tight fitting low-slung pants and a shirt that just skims the waistband only adds to the tease. Halfway through the meal, Brian had pushed back his chair, declaring an urgent need for a cigarette and making his way out to the backyard. It hadn’t taken Justin more than a minute to join him, and in even less time, Brian had moved them into their current position.

He had meant to engage Justin in a bit more payback before fucking him within an inch of his life, but is finding the idea of waiting less and less appealing as Justin’s moans grow louder and more insistent. Deciding that payback is highly overrated, he makes quick work of freeing his own cock and unwrapping a condom. Finally, he pushes Justin’s pants down further past his hips, at the same time leaning his upper body in, forcing Justin to bend over and offer his ass in the process. Brian is pushing in then, both knowing they have only a few more minutes before someone decides they’ve been gone long enough and comes looking for them. Not that they would stop.

Brian pushes past the initial resistance, barely giving Justin a chance to take a breath before he is in all the way. His arm is across Justin’s chest and he pulls back, forcing Justin to stand up straight, and in the process, impale himself on Brian’s cock. Brian’s hand clamps over Justin’s mouth to muffle the moan that otherwise would have alerted the rest of the dinner guests to their activities. As if they didn’t know already.

Leaving slow and controlled for another time, Brian thrusts in with hard, short strokes, brushing Justin’s prostate with each pass. Justin is being held almost immobile, up on his toes and unable to move more than a few inches in either direction. But Brian holds his cock in the hand that isn’t muffling his mouth, and Justin has just enough leverage to fuck into Brian’s fist.

As their pace increases, Justin begins to lick and bite at Brian’s palm, and the added sensations only heighten Brian’s need for more, harder, now. His breath is ragged against the side of Justin’s face, and god he needs this fuck, has needed it from the moment he laid eyes on Justin at baggage claim. The delay has only served to heighten that need. He can tell that Justin’s close, his leaking precome slicking and sliding the path of Brian’s hand as he increases the speed and pressure of his stroking.

“Brian,” Michael calls from around the corner. “Justin? You two out here?” Michael’s footsteps crunch across the ground as he searches for the errant dinner guests.

“Don’t stop,” says Justin, and Brian feels the words against the palm of his hand.

“Don’t worry… not stopping for… anything.” Brian continues to thrust, the movement of his hips becoming erratic as he feels his balls begin to tighten.

“Hey guys, if you’re out here, Ma’s about to serve dessert, and…” His voice trails off as he rounds the corner of the house.

“Geez, can’t you two even make it through dinner without a fuck break?” But his voice is filled with laughter as he turns to head back into the house. Brian groans, so close, so close. “I’ll tell her you won’t be long,” and Michael’s laughing outright now.

Undeterred by the interruption, Brian gives a final thrust, while at the same time pumping harder on Justin’s desperately leaking cock. He stills as his orgasm flows through him, feeling Justin pulse and spill a second later.

*****

“Tell me again why we didn’t fuck at the airport as soon as you picked me up?” Justin leans against the side of the house, Brian next to him as they share a post-fuck smoke.

Brian takes a drag from his cigarette before responding, feeling much more relaxed after finally spending some time up Justin’s ass.

“I seem to recall you saying something about not wanting to be late for dinner, and insisting that we would be if we stopped to fuck.” Brian’s tone holds a note of light-hearted accusation.

Justin grabs the cigarette from Brian’s hand, taking his own drag, the smoke filling his lungs.

“Oh, yeah,” he finally says. “And how come you listened to me?”

Brian doesn’t answer for a minute, mostly because he isn’t really sure. Eventually, a knowing smile crosses his face as he glances over at Justin. Justin’s look of innocence is a bit tainted.

“You little shit. You did this on purpose. First with the ‘no fuck or we’ll be late’ excuse and then with the torture. That’s a dangerous game to be playing, little boy. Very dangerous.” Brian’s voice had started out light and teasing, but he finishes with a dark and foreboding tone.

Justin shivers as he feels his cock stir, despite his recent orgasm. He glances up at Brian through his lashes and says quietly, “I don’t suppose letting you fuck me outside of Debbie’s house in the middle of dinner makes up for it?”

“No, Justin, I don’t suppose it does.”

Justin only pauses for a second before responding. “Do you think it would be rude to leave before dessert?”