回复 224#jinjinc
或者这个怎样: http://queerasfolkfans.livejournal.com/3357269.html
Justin is an avant garde fashion designer in NYC, Brian is pretty much the same narcissistic asshole we all know and feel ambivalent about. He had Gus when he and Lindsay were 20, due to a drunken night at a frat party. Gus is now 17 and in his senior year. Gus meets Justin through a senior project program at school. What will Brian do when he finds out his son's Mentor is not only hot, but also one of his favorite designers?
这个设定蛮有意思的{:5_315:}
不过还没完结,目前写到19章,每章都挺短的很好翻
回复 238#BJCHRIS
Guess That Quote
Title: Guess That Quote
Author Name: AzureOpal
Author Email: azureopal99@yahoo.com
Author Website: http://theficlibrary.freehostia.com/eFic/index.php (so far the site consists of me and finnfan)
Summary: Brian and Justin get stoned, and play a word game.
Rating: R (language . . . I think)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, and we all know that.
“So . . . here’s the game.” Justin blew the smoke from his lungs and handed the joint to Brian. “I’ll start. Say something that someone famous said. You . . . have to figure out who the famous person is . . . but you can’t name them. You just . . . you have to respond with something else that they said.”
“And the point of this is what?”
“It’s . . . Jesus, Brian, it’s a fucking challenge!”
“How do we know when the game’s over?”
“I don’t know . . . it just will be.”
“The ideas you come up with when you’re stoned are pathetic.”
“Whatever. I’m starting. Lemme think.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Shut up.” He reached for the joint again and inhaled the smoke, a look of concentration on his face as he did so. “Okay, I’ve got it.” He smiled and paused for effect. “ ‘I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully.’”
“You’ve gotta be kidding.”
“No talking until you figure out who said it and respond with another quote!”
“Fine.” Brian flopped back onto the futon mattress and stared up at the ceiling for a moment, his hands resting on his stomach. “ ‘The point now is how do we work together to achieve important goals. And one such goal is a democracy in Germany.’”
“Didn’t Germany become a democracy in, like, 1989? Or something?”
“Uh huh. Your turn.”
“Um . . . ‘I'll be glad to talk about ranching, but I haven't seen the movie. I've heard about it. I hope you go — you know — I hope you go back to the ranch and the farm is what I'm about to say.’”
“Yeah, I’d get my queer ass back to the ranch if it meant both Jake and Heath.”
“Oh, please. You saw that little dick shot in that, and you weren’t impressed at all.”
“Like you said . . . little.”
“Your turn,” Justin remarked, reaching toward the coffee table and the beer he’d left there earlier.
“ ‘As you can possibly see, I have an injury myself — not here at the hospital, but in combat with a cedar. I eventually won. The cedar gave me a little scratch.’
“This is making me sad.” Brian turned his head so that he could watch Justin.
“It is not.”
“No, it really is.”
“Getting really stoned always makes you maudlin.” He reached out and began lightly running his hand over Brian’s knee.
“Whatever.”
“Come on – one more round.”
“Fine. It’s not like there aren’t plenty of them to choose from. ‘I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep on the soil of a friend.’”
“It’ll be hard to top that one.”
“You need to top something once in a while. Might as well be this.”
“Hm . . .” Justin set his bottle down, then scooted over to Brian and lay down beside him, resting an arm over Brian’s waist and his head against Brian’s shoulder.
“You’re not going to sleep yet, are you?”
“No. Thinking. ‘We ought to make the pie higher.’ Brian? Pie sounds really good. I want pie.”
“If your current state is any indication, you’d fall asleep and end up face first in the pie.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Okay.”
“Brian?”
“What?”
“I didn’t vote for him, you know.”
“Who in their right mind would?”
“Yeah.” Justin sighed and moved slightly against Brian, burying his face against Brian’s neck. “Can it be a chocolate pie?”