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Jun. 30th, 2009 | 08:17 pm
Rating: PG-13 for naughty language
Summary: Brian gets some disturbing news from Justin. Sequel to Super Sperm.
Genre: Crack! Humor
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys, but I wouldn’t mind if I did.
Brian blinked repeatedly as he stared down at the piece of paper Justin had handed him. Without much effort, he managed to find the half-empty bottle of Beam that he and Justin share the night that—Christ The Night That He……Jesus Christ….just FUCK!
Pinching the bridge of his nose he tries to clear his aching head. He quickly takes a swing of his suddenly not strong enough drink, almost drowning it all in one go. He looked back down at the paper, Justin’s lab work, and cursed. The words hadn’t changed. He knocked up Sunshine!
It was the own goddam twink’s fault. Always waving that luscious bubble butt at him, pouting like the little boy he supposedly wasn’t, when he didn’t take the bait. Not that he had the urge to resist him often. It was just a matter of principle. He wasn’t gonna let Kid know how much he affects him. The little Twat was bad enough already; he didn’t need to make it worse. Sonny boy always did think he was special and now he had proof, just fucking great. He had a feeling that the Twerp was never gonna fucking let him live THIS down.
Leave it to Justin-Fucking-Taylor out of all of gay Pittsburg to be the one that HE impregnates. Figures.
*******Hides under desk*******