*sadface*

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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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"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.