This is expressly for lennongirl in my campaign to cheer her up, and because she's written so many awesomely cool stories that I love.

We are united in our love of voyeur fics.

I just finished it like, two minutes ago, so un-betaed in the extreme.

So, without further ado: Untitled Daphne Fic!


I saw them once. You know, doing it. It was after we’d all been out clubbing practically all night, the summer before college took over my life. Back when I was still the number one fag hag in the country and I had gone with them whenever I’d gotten the chance.

Justin was really high, and I was really drunk, and Brian was on something, but he’s one of those annoying people that has to be really fucked-up before it inhibits his driving abilities. I had my car, but obviously I wasn’t going to be driving, let alone driving home to my parents. I mean, no one is that stupid. So Brian offered to let me crash on his couch. Oh my God! my brain gibbered, because Brian’s loft is like, so fucking cool.

We all made it back to the loft in one piece, though I wasn’t really worried about it. I wasn’t really worried about anything and it was a lovely state to be in. Brian tossed a blanket at my head, slung an arm around me and said, “Night-night, Daphne,” before kissing my cheek. Justin just grinned at me, grabbed Brian’s wrist, and towed him up to their bed. And I may as well have disappeared. Not that I minded, or anything.

I mean, when Justin’s high, his inhibition level drops to zero. It isn’t real high sober. And Brian--I’m not sure he has inhibitions, anyway. They knew I was there, and stuff, they just, wanted each other so much they didn’t care who saw. I thought that maybe I shouldn’t watch, at first. But that lasted for like, two seconds. I sat on the couch, pulled the blanket over me, and absolutely could not stop myself from looking over at them. The couch has a prime view of the bed. I highly recommend it.

I watched Justin fall backwards onto the bed, pulling Brian on top of him. They were both laughing, and Brian tickled Justin in the ribs, and it was so cute even though I’m sure Brian would kill me for even thinking that.

Brian sat up and peeled off his own shirt, then dragged Justin’s jeans off. He raised his hips to help, but as soon as they were off, he flung a leg around Brian, and rolled himself on top. There was a short exclamation and more laughing as Justin sat up and set to work getting Brian out of his jeans.

Brian grabbed Justin’s hips and arched upward. Justin planted both hands on Brian’s chest and ground back. Then it was Brian’s turn to roll them both back over. He trapped Justin underneath him, skimmed one hand over Justin’s stomach and dragged his shirt up just before his mouth followed his hand, kissing and licking and gliding over Justin’s skin. The little longer pieces of his hair trailed after his mouth--like they were kissing Justin, too. He hooked his fingers through the band of Justin’s briefs and peered inside. Then he grinned sort of smuggly while he stripped them off.

I’d never actually seen a blow job before that, but oh my god did I sit up and pay attention to Brian’s technique. I wished fervently that I had a dick, watching that, and it was hot even without one. Justin moved with Brian’s mouth, tugging at his hair occasionally and panting, and the things Brian can do with his mouth are unholy. Seriously.

He was wearing one of his more wolfish smiles and he slid back up Justin’s body and kissed him, hard, and whoa, if I’d thought I saw them kiss before, I was sadly mistaken. Those two should give kissing lessons to everyone else in the world. lt would probably bring about world peace, because everyone would be too busy to bomb each other. Justin was the one who pulled away and he wormed his way around underneath Brian’s weight until he was stretched out on his stomach. “Fuck me, Brian,” he demanded.

Brian laughed and stroked his hip. “Bossy,” he said. Justin abruptly pushed himself back against Brian who gasped in surprise, then laughed again. He reached one long arm out to the bedside table and grabbed a condom and what had to be lube. He rolled the condom on himself one-handed and put two fingers against the cap of the bottle before tossing it away. Brian's hand disappeared from view, and Justin arched his back and cried out.

I think Brian had temporarily forgotten I was there, because he was looking down at Justin with the most interesting, unguarded expression. It's an expression I remember when Brian is being a bastard, because there's this whole other side to him, and people forget. I think was like, part lust but mostly awe. Like he didn’t know what to make of Justin, but he was pleasantly surprised to be there.

So, I couldn't actually see--and I was kinda glad, because somethings are TMI--but Brian pushed his hips in and Justin planted both hands on the bed and shoved back, taking Brian by surprise, taking him all the way in, making him moan softly. They started to move together. Brian wrapped an arm around Justin’s waist and leaned his head on Justin’s back. He traced patterns with his tongue on Justin’s spine.

When Brian’s thrusts started getting erratic, he slid the long fingers of his other hand around underneath Justin and a few seconds later they both froze and then slowly collapsed. Brian pulled out, Justin sighed and burrowed under the covers away from what I assumed was a wet spot.

Jeez, I remember thinking. Guys must go through detergent like crazy. Brian rolled out of bed and stalked naked to the kitchen, where he retrieved three water bottles. On his way back, he dropped one on my stomach and smiled evilly at me.

“It’s your hangover cure and your cold shower,” he said. “Now drink it all up, or you’ll have to drink his hangover cure tomorrow.” He shuddered dramatically and glanced at the lump that was Justin.

“Thanks, Brian,” I said. He smiled and walked fluidly back to the bed. He stood over Justin and held one of the cold bottles to his neck. Justin shot up and glared at him.

“Drink it,” said Brian, nonplused. Grumbling slightly, Justin twisted off the cap and drank the water down without arguing. This obviously wasn’t the first time that conversation had occurred.

“Happy?” he said.

“Ecstatic,” replied Brian. He slid in next to Justin and they sort of simultaneously rolled together as Brian pulled the duvet over them both. Justin settled his face against Brian’s chest and visibly relaxed. A few minutes -- hell, thirty second -- later, all I could hear was soft, slow breathing. I drank some of my water and then snuggled into Brian’s ridiculously expensive couch before I dropped off to sleep, too.

Seeing them together -- it’s not something you forget. They have something I’m subconsciously searching for with every guy I go out with. Now that I know that sort of thing exists, I’ve got to find it myself. It's like, anything less is only good for a little while.

They’re never going to be able to stay away from each other. And if either of them tries it again, I will personally kick somebody’s ass. I’ll bet Debbie would help me, too.