*sadface*

[harborshore]

What is today, seriously. I woke up to my stomach going, no, when you thought you'd managed to travel without getting fucked up, guess what, you were WRONG. And then I find out Brian Schechter left the music business? Not on, universe. Kitty's exam had better go brilliantly, is all I'm saying.

I'm currently on her couch contemplating a lot of Bob/Brian AUs because honestly, they're always going to be my favorite non-canon pairing (my favorite canon one is Chantal/Jimmy, but that's a little scary to contemplate right now, given that they apparently both read fic, wtf). You're all asleep, or I'd tell you to come play with me. Stupid time difference.

Anyway, love, love, you guys exist and my view here is fairly spectacular, so.

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[wasoncedelight.livejournal.com]

Things won't be the saaaaaaaaaame without him! But I hope whatever he's moved on to makes him happy.

HAHA, poor Brian! Bob makes it up to him with baked goods and blowjobs. :D

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Me too, man. Ugh, I'll miss him.

Mmmm, yes, absolutely--pushes him up against the counter and gets on his knees. But he has to get up again, because as Brian puts it, breathless, pulling at his hair: "You need to lock the goddamn door." So he does.

They come out two hours later, Brian straightening his tie and making some casual remark about the curriculum at Bob, who's brushing the flour off his clothes (they got a little over-enthusiastic at one point). Bob nods and rolls his eyes. It's not like anyone doesn't know, but he'll go along with Brian's polite fiction if it keeps him happy.

[wasoncedelight.livejournal.com]

He'll at least live on in fic. And our HEARTS.

I LIKE THIS SCENARIO. But you sort of can't go wrong with the combination of Brian, Bob, blowjobs, bossiness, and hair-pulling. And when you factor in that they're inside the school, having to be quiet? Stick a fork in me, I'M DONE.

I also really love the idea of like, Friday after a long, looooooooong week when they've both been too busy to get together, Brian shows up at Bob's door with take-out, still in his shirt and tie, and they end up going at it like teenagers in Bob's kitchen while the food gets cold.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Oh, I didn't think about them needing to be quiet, hnnnngh. Yes, that works.

YES, that. Bob swearing over Brian's tie and many many buttons, Brian batting his hands away and doing it himself, then hopping onto the counter so they can kiss without Bob having to bend over quite so far.

There's also the time that Brian held a really impassioned speech because some of the students had pulled a bad, bad prank on another student. So he got the whole school together and told them in very certain terms that no, that's not fucking on. And Bob watched that speech, and when Brian got off stage, Bob was waiting in his office and pushed him up against the door, and went down on his knees.

[wasoncedelight.livejournal.com]

I also enjoy a well-timed hand over someone's mouth so no one hears the semi-naked sexytimes. YES.

And okay, I have THING about kitchen makeouts. I don't know, maybe it's that kitchens are so inherently homey, there's always that element of comfort and domesticity. I also maybe have a thing for Bob and Brian being manly and domestic together.

Which is to say, yes, Brian hoisting himself onto the counter and then yanking Bob over to him by the front of his shirt, and then their hands are bumping and they're both laughing, pulling at each other's clothes until it's just skin, and little hitches in their breathing, quick-dirty flicks of wrists. And then they eat the take-out right from the containers (in my head, it's always Thai, IDK why), clothes askew and hair sticking up every which way, stealing bites of each other's food.

There's a fair amount of Brian getting pushed up against his office door, I think. And cracks a joke, twisting his fingers in Bob's hair, all "Damn, I should make speeches like that more often if this is the reaction it gets."

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Bob just grins against Brian's hip, scraping his teeth over Brian's skin and smiling again at the shiver he gets. It's not like he needs an excuse to go down on Brian in his office, it's just that sometimes it becomes a necessity. Like tonight, watching Brian come over all righteous and angry on the stage, and knowing without question that yeah, he believes every word he says, and he holds this school together because he wants to do something good for the kids. Therefore, by Bob's logic, Brian deserved to get sucked off in his office.

[wasoncedelight.livejournal.com]

It's always quick and dirty like this, because Brian's always got meetings or phone calls or whatever, and Bob's got classes to teach. They've always got one ear to the wall, one eye on the door, and Bob pushes at Brian's clothes--shirt up, zipper down, mouthing at the hot skin of Brian's hip while his fingers curl under the waist of Brian's boxers, dragging them down and out of the way. Brian inhales sharply, his belly going taut. Bob wraps his hand around Brian's cock, moans open-mouthed against Brian's skin when Brian tangles his hand in Bob's hair.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

"Come on," Brian says quietly, "Come on, we only, fuck, ten minutes," even though he hates having to rush Bob (Bob sort of likes it, the need to go fast, to let Brian pull and push until he's gotten off and then, Bob knows, Brian'll spend a couple of hours figuring out exactly what he's going to do to Bob when he gets home). But the meeting has to start at four or no one will ever get to go home today.

Brian hits his head on the door when Bob finally, finally moves his mouth to where Brian's been wanting it ever since Bob pushed him up against the door.

[wasoncedelight.livejournal.com]

Bob's knees are already starting to ache, the back of his throat tight as he breathes carefully through his nose and slicks down an inch, two. Brian makes a low, appreciative noise, his fingers snagging in a knot in Bob's hair.

Bob won't even need ten whole minutes; he can do this in five flat. A year's worth of quickies in Bob's classroom and Brian's office (and the janitor's closet, that one time) has taught him a thing or two about the whens and wheres and hows of making Brian come hard and fast. Bob backs off a bit, runs his tongue under and along the crown of Brian's dick. Brian's hips jerk reflexively, and Bob grins, glancing up at Brian's face.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

"Asshole," Brian breathes, but can't suppress a grin of his own. Sometimes he can't believe he's this fucking lucky, that he gets this, gets Bob on his knees in the office and he gets to come home to him, too, and he gets handjobs in broom closets and coffee in the morning and shit, he gets to see Bob unguarded, turned on, so goddamn beautiful.

When Bob starts to slide down again, Brian can't keep his hands from tightening in Bob's hair. Nothing should feel this good, it's impossible. Tight hot wet mouth, perfect, perfect.