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VOTE!

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Okay, while I ponder. Oh the two and three are mob related.

http://hackthis.livejournal.com/507517.html?thread=13974397#t13974397

http://hackthis.livejournal.com/507517.html?thread=13981053#t13981053

http://hackthis.livejournal.com/507517.html?thread=13985405#t13985405

Edited 2008-11-04 22:31 (UTC)

Okay, while I ponder. Okay now two and three are mob related.

http://hackthis.livejournal.com/507517.html?thread=13974397#t13974397

http://hackthis.livejournal.com/507517.html?thread=13981053#t13981053

http://hackthis.livejournal.com/507517.html?thread=13985405#t13985405

Edited 2008-11-04 22:32 (UTC)

I voted NDP in the Canadian election last month :)What can you tell me about Jon Stewart and puppies?

Nick is drooling on Anderson's chest, which Anderson would probably notice if he were awake, but since he's passed out on the sofa as well, he's useless. George would wake them up, but Anderson's been campaigning like crazy for Barack and Stephen -- they both have -- and he deserves the sleep.

Nick on the other hand, well, he's six, he's just happy to spend time with his parents. He's just as happy in Spokane as he is in Waterloo, Iowa.

George's eyes dart between his husband and son and the returns coming back on the TV. Even though Anderson hasn't reported for CNN in years he can't stop watching them. The numbers look good all things considered -- he can't believe Jon chose last week to announce that he and Stephen were adopting, way to derail the whole campaign there Stewart.

But there's a split screen with Barack and Stephen and Michelle and Jon at the campaign headquarters in Dupont Circle, and for a split second George is sorry he and Anderson aren't there, but their eight years are done.

He turns his head when something tugs on the leg of his pants. Anderson gives him a sleepy smile and George pats his hand. At least Anderson's hair was already white before they arrived, he looks as though he's aged maybe six months in eight years. George feels about 75.

"Is it over, did we win yet?" Anderson asks around a yawn.

George smiles. "Yeah, we did."

FanTAStic. I just got into Burn Notice this summer...

I'm not sure I have words to tell you quite how happy this makes me. Almost as happy as getting to vote for Barack Obama :) Sleepy Anderson is adorable.

I voted on Saturday, does that count?

If not, that's cool. If so, the prompt is: Danny, Rusty, one of those infernal 100-calorie snack packs. (Although, I think it should count, because early voters didn't get "I Voted" stickers. *sadface*)

I just... I don't think I can say anything coherent to that... cause Nate was... and then Brad said... and then Nate said... and just wow... I have lots the power of thought and speech and did I mention how I lost thought and speech? And speech and thought! And also thought.

If Barack wins I will write ten pages of Brad tied to Nate's bed based on this.

You can take that and put it in writing.

Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You writing Brad/Nate porn and Barack as president - two unbeliavably awesome things!

I just told

sparky77 that if Barack wins I will write ten pages of Brad tied to Nate's bed based on this.

Yes, really.

And then I wrote this little mob-related ditty (http://hackthis.livejournal.com/507517.html?thread=13985405#t13985405).

Edited 2008-11-04 22:29 (UTC)

Dude! I love you so and Nate so very, very much!

Do we still get a sentence if we voted absentee 2 weeks ago? If so (and if you like BSG), I'd like Leoben/Sam or perhaps just anything with a little Ho!yay mixed in.

Also, and only because I can't help myself...

OBAMAOBAMAOBAMAOBAMAOBAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

(if you don't do BSG, how about Chuck/Casey/Captain Awesome or any combination thereof?)

Aw!!!!!!!!!!!! That is so adorable! You are providing excellent election day distraction.

*cracks neck* You know you are totally line jumping, right?

Nate doesn't think of himself as an irritable person. Yes, he can be pissy on occasion, but he doesn't think he acts irrational easily. Except for when people are behaving stupidly for no reason, or when Craig calls him, or when he wakes up in the morning hard and horny and Brad's not in the bed next to him. That makes him irritable. That makes him act pissy.

Nate's dick is not a honing rod. At least not normally, but it might be regarding Brad, because Nate opens the door to the bedroom and doesn't even glance in the living room before heading for the guest room.

It's supposed to be Brad's room, but since they've started fucking Nate can't think of any reason for Brad to be in here, except to pick up his clothes, most of which are now housed in Nate's closet anyway --

Nate freezes in the doorway, because Brad's sitting on the bed naked with typing on his laptop. And if all the naked skin weren't enough, Brad's wearing glasses.

If Nate's cock jerks on its own, it's probably down to blood flow. Or lust.

"You didn't tell me you wear glasses," he says, stroking his cock meaningfully.

Brad glances up, down and then looks up more intently. "You never asked," he says, eying Nate thoughtfully.

Nate keeps stroking as he crosses the room. "You look good in glasses."

Brad glances down at the computer and then places it on the night stand. "You have a glasses kink I should know about?" he asks, unfolding his legs and spreading out. Or possibly offering himself up like a sacrifice. Either one works for Nate.

Nate crawls on the bed, climbing over Brad. "I think saying I want to spank you is kinky, the glasses thing is more of a subtle hard-on."

Brad raises an eyebrow. "You're into spanking now?"

Nate licks his lips and then leans down and licks a long, wet stripe up Brad's chest. "I might've been into spanking before, you don't know."

Brad's eyes go dark. "I could put you over my lap naked," he says quietly. "Spank your perfect round ass until it's red, and your cock is rock hard and you're humping my legs. Would you like that, Nate?"

Nate opens his mouth to say something, but it's swallowed up in Brad's kiss and Nate being rolled onto his back. He pants heavily when Brad pulls back. "Yes," he says as Brad nuzzles the side of his face.

"I know the answer is yes," Brad speaks right into the shell of his ear. "I know you've been bad; why do you think I like you so much?"

Nate's whole body jerks with Brad mouth his ear. "You like me, huh?"

Nate's body jerks again when Brad grinds his cock against Nate's hip. "You have no idea how much."

I don't know who... oh Jaye from Wonderfalls?! I can do Sam/Gene. It's just been a veryyyyyyyyyy long time. I will ponder.

Oh man, I voted! Can you write some icky Stewart/Colbert for me? Indulge a cranky bitchy pregnant woman? :)

Rusty leaves his 100 calorie pack wraps fucking everywhere. Oreos. Chips Ahoy. Doritos. Baked Cheetos. Trail Mix. At one point Danny thinks about making a wallpaper out of the empty wrappers, and then he thinks of just not buying them any more, but that would lead to sulking, which leads to withholding of sex, which is just bad, but he can't go on with pack wraps showing up in the laundry every three days.

"You know if you eat a whole box of 100 calorie packs that's the same as eating three packs of Oreos," he says pointedly one afternoon during Oprah.

Rusty glances over briefly. "Chips Ahoy."

"What?"

"I'm eating Chips Ahoy."

"Whatever."

"You should have your facts right before you make accusations. I'm just saying. Oprah would tell you you're approaching your confrontation wrong."

"I'm not confronting you; I'm just saying."

"You have your hands on your hips."

Danny has to glance down to check. "I do not."

"Danny."

Danny sighs. "Just buy some cookies already."

"I'm watching my girlish figure."

Danny makes a snorting noise.

Rusty raises an eyebrow. "Mockery is the way to celibacy, Danny, just so you know."

Danny sighs. "And did Oprah tell you that too?"

"Oprah is wise," Rusty says.

Danny just sighs and drops down on the sofa. "Fine, you win. Indoctrinate me in the ways of Oprah and 100 calorie packs."

Rusty drops a packet of Chips Ahoy in his life. "And they say you can't teach old cons new tricks."

It's 70 degrees and cool in Los Angeles on the 4th of November. The sky is a hazy blue with the lazy sort of clouds that look as though somebody just haphazardly brushed on patches of white. Los Angeles lacks her older sister's, New York City, bright lights and towering structures, but she makes up for that in sheer land mass. They are equal in size and stature and right now the city waits, not holding her breath but anxiously bouncing around, jittery and twitchy and wanting not to be hopeful, but hoping all the same. Maybe what she needs to do is call that hot city, London, and see if he want to get drinks sometime.

And I voted! You already did Seth/Ryan (and a wonderful job you did too!) so I won't ask for that.. how about SGA Rodney/John? Maybe voting from another galaxy? We saw John in San Fran so maybe he is a Cali resident?

:D

xo

Come round any time.

Aw, YES!

I love this, and it's so much better than my mental version which included Ray being Ray and totally random.

Yay for line jumping (though it's not line jumping when it's Brad and Nate because it's their god given right to be first in porn.

Glasses and spanking? You gave me glasses and spanking! Really, really hot mafia Brad and Nate with glasses and spanking... and Obama is winning! And Brad and Nate are being insanely hot and Brad was talking about spanking and Nate, and really... I am kind of incoherent right because oh... my... god... that was hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They've just called the election for Barack Obama. I'm so pleased for you, my warmest congratulations :D :D :D

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