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switch842Title: Amuse Bouche
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 391
Prompt: #21 - Kiss
Table o' Smut
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
Notes: The title is French for a small piece of food served at the beginning of a meal. Somewhat like an appetizer but usually only one or two bites. The literal translation is "mouth amuse" so it seemed kind of appropriate as Justin muses over kissing Brian. Timeframe: Post-513
Kissing Brian was always an amazing experience. No matter how it was – fast and wet or slow and sensual – it was always an event. It was my favorite thing to do with him. There were times where we’d be sitting on the couch or sprawled on the floor watching a movie and he’d lean over to kiss me. Most times, it started out innocently enough – a little peck on the cheek, a nuzzle along my neck. But it always turned into something more. Eventually, I would find my arms wrapped around his neck as our tongues battled back and forth. Then, we would stop and go back to watching the movie. Those were the times that really showed me how Brian felt.
Sitting here in my lonely apartment, staring out at the New York City night, it’s these thoughts that let me know we’ll still be together. People don’t kiss like we do and not mean it. Even when I was with Ethan, it just wasn’t the same. There was something lacking in our kisses – that passion Brian and I have. It was never the same with anyone else.
When we were in bed, he’d start out slow, kissing me all over, leaving little saliva trails as if he was marking me. By the time he finally got to my mouth, I would be so turned on; I had to have him now. I would pull his head to mine, opening my mouth in anticipation. Then I would feel his tongue on mine and the feeling of that was so amazing. I can’t even describe the emotion it brought up in me. There were sparks flying and stars shooting and all that sentimental shit that Brian hates. But that’s how it was between us. Pure, overwhelming passion. Sometimes I’m still amazed that Brian chose me. Of all the guys on Liberty Avenue he could have had, he chose me. Some would say I didn’t really give him a choice. But if he really wanted me gone, I would have been.
I’m suddenly reminded of that old 50s song, “It’s In His Kiss.” It’s sappy and romantic, but it describes Brian so perfectly – I couldn’t always trust what he says or what he does, but when he kisses me, I know he loves me. That’s all I need to know.
THE END
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 391
Prompt: #21 - Kiss
Table o' Smut
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
Notes: The title is French for a small piece of food served at the beginning of a meal. Somewhat like an appetizer but usually only one or two bites. The literal translation is "mouth amuse" so it seemed kind of appropriate as Justin muses over kissing Brian. Timeframe: Post-513
Kissing Brian was always an amazing experience. No matter how it was – fast and wet or slow and sensual – it was always an event. It was my favorite thing to do with him. There were times where we’d be sitting on the couch or sprawled on the floor watching a movie and he’d lean over to kiss me. Most times, it started out innocently enough – a little peck on the cheek, a nuzzle along my neck. But it always turned into something more. Eventually, I would find my arms wrapped around his neck as our tongues battled back and forth. Then, we would stop and go back to watching the movie. Those were the times that really showed me how Brian felt.
Sitting here in my lonely apartment, staring out at the New York City night, it’s these thoughts that let me know we’ll still be together. People don’t kiss like we do and not mean it. Even when I was with Ethan, it just wasn’t the same. There was something lacking in our kisses – that passion Brian and I have. It was never the same with anyone else.
When we were in bed, he’d start out slow, kissing me all over, leaving little saliva trails as if he was marking me. By the time he finally got to my mouth, I would be so turned on; I had to have him now. I would pull his head to mine, opening my mouth in anticipation. Then I would feel his tongue on mine and the feeling of that was so amazing. I can’t even describe the emotion it brought up in me. There were sparks flying and stars shooting and all that sentimental shit that Brian hates. But that’s how it was between us. Pure, overwhelming passion. Sometimes I’m still amazed that Brian chose me. Of all the guys on Liberty Avenue he could have had, he chose me. Some would say I didn’t really give him a choice. But if he really wanted me gone, I would have been.
I’m suddenly reminded of that old 50s song, “It’s In His Kiss.” It’s sappy and romantic, but it describes Brian so perfectly – I couldn’t always trust what he says or what he does, but when he kisses me, I know he loves me. That’s all I need to know.
THE END
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Date: 2007-01-26 10:28 pm (UTC)Romance + schmoop + passionate kisses = Ecstatic shadownyc
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Date: 2007-01-26 11:19 pm (UTC)