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Title: A Trip to the Diner

Author: zortrana

Warnings: This is as bad as I could make it.

Rating: R for bad!porn

A/N: Thanks to my dog Sprite for the beta. Girl your the best!!!!!!

Brian heard Justin’s stomach rumble as they got into the ‘vette.

“Hungary?” he asked.

“Austria,” the blonde boy replied.

Brian barley nodded in response and Justin reminded himself to pick up seven-grain bread at the grocery store.

“How ‘bout the Diner?”

“Yes, defiantly, let’s go there.”

For a moment, Brain wondered why little Sunshine was always so defiant, but then he thought about the perfect white globes of Justins ass and decided it didn’t matter.

Thinking about Justin’s ass had the usual effect and his cock began to twitch in his suddenly to tight pants.

Arriving at the Dinner, Brian grabbed ahold of the front of Justin’s tee shirt, which was the exact blue color of his eyes and pulled the boy directly to the mens room.  Then their pants were pooled around their ankles with neither of them knowing exactly how that happened but their cocks were springing up now that they were released. Justin spread his legs to give Brian better access and the older man grabbed him by his tiny waste and pushed in balls deep in one single thrust. This was after he opened the condom with his teeth.

The ad exec plunged in and out of the artists pulsating hole, while moaning “Jus, Jus, oh baby.”

Justin heard someone making a sound and then realized it was him mewling like Wolfram when Ethan was opening the can of cat food.

Then they came together because it always works that way and Justin shot his load against the stall wall.

After they straitened up their clothes, they went to the usual booth and Debbie placed too plates in front of them. “Turkey with no mayo for the asshole and the Sunshine Special for you, Sweetie.”

Justin looked at the two sunnyside up eggs and felt a sudden wave of naseua. He rushed back to the mens room and heaved into the toilet. Suddenly, the blond remembered a few week’s ago when the condom broke. Oh, no, he thought, could I be pregnant? How would I ever bare it?

Title: A Trip to the Diner part 2/ of ?

Author: zortrana

Timeline: Does it matter?

Beta: None, even Sprite refused to touch this now that she is an acclaimed author in her own right.

A/N: This is the sequel to my earlier great fic: A Trip to the Diner. As you may recall, we last saw Justin huddled over the toilet at the Diner wondering if he was preggers.

Brain became alarmed at his babys long absents and went to the bathroom. He saw his blonde boy looking green. “Jussy” wassa matter?”  he asked.

Bri I think I mite be preganat!

 “What? How can that be possible?

 “Every since that nuclear plant opened and began dumping radioactive waist into our drinking water, men have been getting pregnant more and more!”

 “Oh fucking hell’ Brian exclaimed. He reached out his larger hand and took Justin’s tiny hand into his and pulled teh artist to him.

 Justin clung to the taller man as they walked out of the bathroom.

 “What’s wrong with my Sunshine” Debbie screeched?

 “We think he’s fucking pregnant.” The hazel eyed man answered.

 “Debbie smacked Brian upside the head. “You better make an honest man out of him you asshole. Being that hes’ knocked up.”

 “Briiiiiannnn,” Michael wined “cant you see he’s just trying to trap you?”   Debbie smacked him on the back of the head! “You leave Sunshine alone!”

 Suddenly Justin burst into tears and ran out of the diner! “Wait Jus baby” Brian exclaimed. The artist ran out into the street and was struck by a Mack Truck that appeared out of nowhere. He suffered a terrible head injury. Then a bus came along and ran over his right arm.

 “Fuck” Michael whined. Is there nothing that blond twink won’t do for attention.”

 Title: A Trip to the Diner, part 3/?: A Trip to the Hospital

Author:zortrana

Rating: T (for Terrible)

Beta: I couldn’t ask anyone to read this.

A/N: It turns out I love teh!Justin so much that I couldn’t leave him all pregnant and run over in the street even in a bad!fic parody, so here goes:

The EMT’s carefully loaded Justin’s broken body into the ambulance, Brian following. The rest of the gang jumped into the Jeep and raced after anxiously.

 Time passed slowly and Brain once again cursed the rule against smoking in a hospital. Who made that up? Jennifer arrived and looked bailfully at Brian. “This is all your fault!”

 Fortunately, the doctor arrived just then. “How is he, how is he?” The whole ‘family’ shouted.

The doctor raised one hand commandingly and silence fell. “Justin will never be able to draw with his right arm again. Brian sagged against his best friend in dismay, knowing that his baby needed to draw like he needed to breath.

“Relax” the doctor said, it turns out the Mack Truck flipped his brain around and he’ll be able to draw with his left arm.” A great sigh escaped from the accumulated crowd. “Will there be any brian damage or memory loss like last time?” Jennifer inquired nervously?

“We’ll have to wait until he wakes up, the doctor responded bleakly.”

 “Wait” Brian said “What about the baby.”

“I was getting to that. The doctor replies. “It would be better for Justin and the baby if someone else would carry the child to term.”

“I’ll do it!” Lindz exclaims looking adoringly at Brian. Mel looked belligerently at her partner. “If you carry another child for Brian, I’m going to Canada!”

“Take a sweater” Brian suggested snarikly.

“I’ll do it.” Michael offered. “Brian’s my best friend!” he said looking adoringly at Brian.

Ben jumps up, irately. “If you put Bri first again, I’m leaving you.” Ben stormed out of the hospital towards his car, before remembering that, for some odd reason, no one in Pittsburgh had a car except Brian.

“Well, I can’t do it! Exclaimed Debbie, cracking her gum. “I haven’t had a uterus since my hysterecotomy.”

“I’ll carry the baby.” Daphy offered reasonably. “I’m Justin’s best friend and the only one that is sane around here.”

“Well, if that’s all decided, you can go in one at a time and see Justin before the fetal transplantation.” The doctor stated.

It was agreed that Brian should go in first and he approached slowly looking at his sonnyboy lying palely in the bed on the low-thread count sheets. Brian resolved to bring better sheets that matched Jus’ blue-eyes perfectly. With that decided, he then leaned over and softly kissed his babys’ plump lips. Justin smiled slightly and murmured dreamily, “Ethan.”

Title: A Trip to the Diner: Chapter 4: A Trip to Ethan's.  (Part 4/too many)
Author: zortrana
Warnings: Ethan, Evil!Craig, references to mpreg
A/N: All plot inconsistencies and timeline errors are intentional, except the ones that aren't.

 
"Are u insane, Daphy" Justin inquired?

"I am not insane, and don't call me Daphy!" The pretty curly haired girl replied.

"You expect me to believe that I left Ethan, went back Bri, and now you are carrying mine and Brians children?"

Yes, because its totally true! Im carrying your triplets. I want to name them Justina, Brianna, and Daphina." Daphne went all dreamy eyed. Say, do you and Brian mind if I keep one?"

"Keep them all! I don't care if their are 10 of them! I don't believe you anyway!" The blonde boy responded.

"If there were 10 of them, I would have let Mickey and Linds carry some!"

"Are you ALL on Brian's payroll!" Justin exclaimed. "he has to be paying for you to do this charade!"

Just than, Ethan strolled in. "My MUSE! I am here to take you home!"

"Thank god, Justin replies, everyone keeps telling me the wildest stories."

Daphne sighed, rolled her eyes and left. At least she had tried to talk some sense into her BFF.

Ethan pushed Justin's wheelchair to the curb, where a taxi awaited. Neither of them noticed Craig lurking in the hallway.


Ethan opened the door to his apartment and Justin entered appreciatively. There where candles lit and a picnic on the floor. Ethan strolled in and picked up a boquet of roses, handing them to his beautiful lover. Justin sniffed the roses and then sneezed violently. In spite of his watering eyes, Justin smiled at his boyfriend. "I can't believe you did this all for me!"
"I new you would come back to me eventually." The violinist replied.
Justin's big blue eyes narrowed. "Come back to you? You mean I really did leave you? You liar, you cheat!" The artist began ripping the flowers unmindful of the cast on his crushed right arm.

The blonde then stormed out of the apartment and rushed down the stairs. He didn't notice Craig following. Blinded by tears, Justin didn't notice the uncovered well in the vacant lot he was crossing. He fell right in.
Craig looked down the well . "Help me! Justin exclaimed to his father.
" Help you? I was going to check you into one of those reorientation facilities where you would be beaten, raped, and tortured until you are straight! I figure it would work now that your brain has been reversed by the Mack Truck!" Craig chuckled evilly. "But this is even better." Craig turned and walked away.

"Nooooooo" Justin said and began to cry.

Across town, Brian paced across the hardwood floors in his bare feet, his jeans half-unbuttoned. Gorgeous as usual. He took another swig of Beam as he thought to himself: I wonder if I will ever see my Jus again. I wonder if I will ever see him squirming and withering in the throws of passion on my high-thread count sheets again.

Suddenly, the hazel-eyed man reached a decision! I'm going to get my baby back! He grabbed his keys and headed out the door. Ominously his cell phone was left behind.

The ad exec parked the 'vette as close to the fiddle fuck's place as possible. Caught up in visualizing his fist connecting with Ian's chin rat, Brian didn't notice the uncovered well in the empty lot...

Title: A Trip to the Diner, Chapter 5: A Trip Home

Author: zortrana           

A/N:  When your down, there’s know where to go but (rhymes with cup).

Justin was sobbing in the well when suddenly a pair of very heavy Gucci shoes landed on his shoulders. “Brian?” he sniffed.

 “Jussy? What the fuck are you doing down a well?” the tall man on his shoulders asked?

 More tears felled out of Justin’s big blues eyes. “Bad things just keep happening to me!” He whaled. “Do you have you’re cell phone?”

 “Shit!” Bri exclaimed, “I left it in the Loft.”

 Justin whaled louder. “How will we ever get out of here?”

 Brian thought about it and replied, “Why don’t I just grab the edges and climb out and then pull you out?”

 Justin beamed up at his lover with a genuine Sunshine smile. And the ad exec climbed out of the well. He reached down and pulled the shorter man up. Then Brian pulled the blond teenager to him, feeling the young lithe body against his. For a second Brian wandered why Justin was still a teenager after all their years together, but he forgot about everything when Justin rubbed his cock against his thigh.

The hazel-eyed man pulled the artist into a deep kiss, there tongues dueling for supremacy. Brain didn’t remember his tongue being so combative before the young stalker pushed his way into his life. “Lets go home you little twat”,  he whispered softly into the shell-shaped ear.

So they went back to the loft and Brian plowed Justin’s perfect ass over and over, even though Justin had just got out of the hospital with a broken head and arm and had just had a fetal transplantation done. Because nothing else matters when they are having hot sex.

Then they ordered Thai food and planned their wedding and the nursery for the triplets.

The End

(unless you readers tell me how great I am and beg me to rite a sequel.)