Ah, people. Failing since evolution began.

[hackthis_archive]

1. The word of the day is clusterfuckiest. Trufax.

2. I'm a big fan of the part where a summer camp that rented a pool in north PhillY for $1900 were told they weren't welcome, because they changed the complextion of the pool. Keep it classy, racist assholes!

3. If I think too hard about the confirmation hearings, I might stroke out, so...

4. YAY, Leverage premieres tonight!

5. And Matt Damon is going to be on Entourage! So, that means that Matt and Ari are going to be hanging out. And I didn't even have to write it! Yeah, I know, who's the man? All they need now is RDJ... you know since I write it and it happens. Excuse me, I have to go write myself winning ten million dollars. BRB.

6. Ryan Gosling is releasing his album in October. I WANT IT NOW.

6a. Anybody got the new Regina Spektor album (Far) that they wanna share with the class.

7. An Offer: Anybody who wants to come over here and give me a photo prompt that maybe might result in some drabble porn to make the masses happy is more than welcome.

If you just want to picspam the pretty to you know, help the general mood, that's awesome too. In fact, feel free to come and post photos and write your own porn too! But it's gotta be a photo. And SFW. It can be a party!

Mostly I'm just trying to make romanticalgirl smile, so help a sister do a good deed.

Comments

SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

You can mix them and match them and then undress them for hot porns. \o/

ETA: I have Regina Spektor at home on the iTunes. Remind me later if no one has it for you. :D

Re: SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

It's the smile that keeps getting to Brad.

In Iraq Nate didn't seem to smile much, at least not at other people, but give Brad 20 seconds with his LT -- 15 if he was feeling particularly smooth -- and Nate would smile. Sometimes he'd even laugh. It was like a gift then. Except it was something that Nate was giving to him, not the other way around.

Now that they're stateside, Nate laughs more, smiles more, Brad still watches. Even when Nate's asleep.

Nate rubs his face with his fist, sniffing before opening his eyes. "You're staring at me," he says observantly.

Brad raises an eyebrow. "You were smiling in your sleep."

"I was?"

"Yes, sir, so I would assume it was a good dream. Something pornographic maybe. Something about me sucking you cock."

Nate blinks. "No fooling you, he says with a grin.

Brad pulls the sheets down, away from where they're wrapped around Nate.

He shifts down the bed, wrapping a hand around Nate's cock and stroking leisurely. He's just lowering his head when Nate calls out to him. "I was actually dreaming about the bacon I'm going to have for breakfast, but whatever works for you."

Brad just laughs. "You couldn't even lie to me for ten seconds?"

Nate shrugs. "Guilt during blowjobs is bad."

[romancandles.livejournal.com]

I've got Regina on my work computer. Uploading it now!

If I had a photo on here I'd ask for porn, but, alas, I'll just read everything else.

PEE ESS: LEVERAGE.

[romancandles.livejournal.com]

Here: www.mediafire.com/?yw5ooayemye

This accidentally isn't the highest quality one (which is split in two parts) and I'm uploading that currently if you wanna wait.

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

HOLY SHIT! LOOK AT THAT PHOTO!!

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

It's the stupid shades that irritate Eliot the most. Actually, the fact that Hardison wears them inside is what irritated Eliot the most.

"You're not cool enugh to wear those," he protests when they're in the kitchen getting another bag of pretzels. There's a Epitafios marathon on HBO and Hardison is all about his Argentinan crime soap opera

Hardison lowers the shades on his nose a fraction, looking at Eliot from over the tops. "Don't hate the player, hate the game."

Eliot just hoots. "You ain't a player -- and you have no game."

"You sure about? Because you thought I had mad game when I had your dick in my mouth--"

"Whoa!" Eliot interrupts. "Too much information."

Hardison shrugs and pushes the sunglasses back up his nose. "Us fucking is too much information. I see," he says, walking away with the pretzels.

"I didn't say that was too much information," Eliot protests loudly.

Hardison pauses in the kitchen doorway. "I was gonna wear these the next time we have sex so you can see yourself in them, since I know how much you like looking at your face, but never mind that."

"You were gonna what?" Eliot sputters.

"Never mind that now," Hardison says breezily. "My and my pretzels are gonna go watch some serial killers on TV. You and your hand have a nice night now, you hear?"

"That's not funny," Eliot calls after Hardison's gone.

Silence.

"That's seriously not funny!" he repeats.

More silence.

"Fine! You can wear the damn sunglasses!"

Hardison's head pops back around the door. "I win."

This is not porn. It was supposed to be. I don't know what it is.

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Sweat. Heat.

That's all he can taste as the sun bakes the earth around them. He's been sitting in these clothes, in this tin can for hours or days or weeks or months. He doesn't remember the last time he pissed. He doesn't remember the last time he ate something that didn't look like it might have been left by aliens. He doesn't remember anything.

He just feels and tastes. Feels the sweat slipping along his spine, slow and maddening. It's like Chinese water torture, a slow slither he can't quite get rid of and it makes him itch. Makes him sweat in other places. The back of his neck. The bend of his knees. The crook of his elbows. His balls and dick, slick with it like he's been fucking for hours and he's covered in spit or slick or juice and instead of relief it's like he's right at the edge and can't come.

He swallows the taste again and again. It's dry and hot and the kind of wet that can't quench a thirst. He feels like he's breathing flames instead of air and the smoke is going to turn his lungs to ash. He wants some kind of relief, but he doesn't know what will make this stop. He thinks about showers and rain. He thinks about naked skin and tongues. He thinks about everything and nothing, and it still doesn't stop.

Can't move. Can't breathe. Can't stop.

Re: This is not porn. It was supposed to be. I don't know what it is.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I love that I totally wanted to write stuff to make you happy and you come write anyway. That's like the most giving thing EVAR. You got something you wanna see? I wanted to write one of your Get Some prompts, but nobody was talking to me this morning that wasn't named Ben. *pokes Brad* C'mon baby, time to work…



"Say something."

"This is weird."

Brad huffs out a laugh. "Something besides that."

"What do you want me to say?" Nate replies. "If I've got this right -- you're calling me at 3 a.m. UK time from a phone booth--"

"Near Fleet Street."

"Fleet Street? Isn't that where all the papers are?"

"Nate, it's a phone card. Limited time. Try and focus. Sex talk now. The historical shit when you get here."

"When do I get there again?"

"In eleven days," Nate prods.

"And you couldn't wait?"

"I waited two months in Kuwait. Six weeks in Iraq. Three months until you quit the Corps and become a pussy, bitch liberal fuck -- you're going to give me what I want, sir, right now."

"The 'sir' thing is a dirty trick. I didn't even know they still *had* pay phones."

"Nate>"

Nate bites his lip. Pushes his textbooks off his lap and stretches his legs out on the bed. "What do you want me to say?" he asks quietly. "Talk to me, Brad. I don't get to hear your voice much anymore."

"I want you to tell me you're thinking about me fucking you," Brad says. "That you're thinking of my fingers fucking you, my tongue up your ass, licking you open, listening to all those noises you make for me."

Nate makes a soft grunt. He cock jerks in his sweatpants and he rubs it with the heel of his hand. "You know I am."

"You want my cock down your throat don't you. Want me to rub it all over that pretty mouth, have you suck on it until you're gagging for it, until every time you lick your lips you think of me fucking your mouth.

Nate gasps softly, sliding his hand inside his sweatpants. His cock is leaking, sweaty. He strokes himself with a tight grip. "Brad…"

"Yeah, you're going to say my name like that. You're going to beg for my cock, aren't you, Nate?"

"Yes."

"You're going to be such a slut for me. Going to get yourself ready in the plane, lock yourself in the bathroom and fuck yourself, two fingers, three, get all stretched out just for my cock."

Nate bites his lip. He knows what's coming next.

"Did you get it?" Brad asks.

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

I will totally do this one. I just need someone to tell me RPS or Ocean's 11.

[lazulus]

RPS!

Well, you asked. ;)

still haven't found an acceptably large version, alas

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

You're making me choose?! But then I realized I already knew which pic makes for a happier day, so I was like, cool beans, must go ul. AND THEN I SAW I ALREADY HAD!

Clearly my priorities are in order.

Re: still haven't found an acceptably large version, alas

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAH! I just found your post about this picture and I almost edited my comment to include it.

[vylit.livejournal.com]

Number 2 & 3 have been making my head throb for days.

And every single time I see Ryan Gosling, I think of you. IT'S FUNNY.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

RYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN!

Did you watch the video. He's in a suit. And he plays the PIANOOOOOO!!

(hopelessly fangirls)

Hotass smirky Brad

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

Re: Hotass smirky Brad

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Brad's supposed to be doing something right now. Something involving something technical. Possibly something live saving. He doesn't really know. Doesn't much care. The LT's talking to Wynn about 20 yards away. Brad doesn't know what it is. He could probably guess if he wanted to, but with the way the LT's bent over the hood of his Humvee, with the way his ass looks in his MOPP suit, Brad's got much more important things on his mind. Like the way the LT's ass is going to look naked. The way he's going to feel when Brad's got two fingers in side of him, three, the way Brad's going to eat his ass and lick him open until the LT's just this sobbing mess of Marine and Ivy League cocksucker that will do anything Brad says. Yeah, the LT's good at taking orders. At least with Brad he'll like what he's doing.

Open now.

Suck here.

Lick this.

Suck your spunk off my fingers.

Bend over so I can fuck you with this 12 inch dildo that I picked up on libo in Australia.

Yeah, Brad can just see the LT stretched around the dildo now. The flush in his face, the way he's going to gasp for air, the desperate way he's doing to moan when Brad refuses to let him come.

Brad would bet his combat pay that the LT naked and sweaty and covered in his come is going to be a thing of beauty and a joy forever as his mom used to say.

Person interrupts Brad's thoughts. "What the fuck are you so happy about? Somebody come along and suck your cock while I was dealing with Casey Kasem's bullshit, because Brad, I gotta tell you, I can't believe you didn't let your pal Ray-Ray get some too."

Brad smirks, and right on cue, the LT stands up. He looks around as though he just knows somebody's watching him. Brad glances over at Ray and smiles broadly. "If you want to fuck your mom, that's your business, but she said I was plenty."

pushy, bitchy Nate

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

"Get out of the hole, Brad."

Z, I'd like to remind you that you asked.

Re: pushy, bitchy Nate

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

You know what someone needs to write? (and by "someone" I might also mean me) - Brad getting *pissed* about Nate pulling rank on him when he's actually trying to do something *good*, and then angry, aggressive sex. Yes. Please.

idek about this one. but it's pretty

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

Also, proof! Stark's eyes are GREEN!

Re: idek about this one. but it's pretty

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

This one is just calling out for sex pollen fic.

Beverly Hills cop

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

Since you wanted Southland...

i did not achieve porn! sadness!

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

It's the little half smile on Sherman's face that makes John's dick twitch in interest. John's gotten a handle on himself with regards to most of Ben's facial expressions: the stoic mask which generally means John's going to want to punch somebody in the face for making Ben think he has to hide how he's feeling.

The shy smile Ben gets when he finds John watching him.

The way Ben's face goes slack when John's fucking him boneless.

John knows these looks, but this one. This little almost smirk is something John only gets to see when they're alone, so the fact that Ben's giving it to him surrounded by other people can only mean one thing.

Especially when he's giving it to him surrounded by a little boy with a balloon and his dad.

John's kind of shocked; he didn't know Ben could multitask like that. Pandering to the public and thinking about fucking is a highly valued skilled.

John watches the man gesture in his general direction; Ben just shakes his head.

John raises an eyebrow over his sunglasses and after the man and boy leave he beckons Ben over with a crook of his finger. There's no reason for this smile. Not here.

They're working security for some free concert in West Hollywood, but mostly they're just doing nothing.

"I can see your brain going from all the way over here," John says when Ben strides up. His walk is only slightly off, which is an improvement from this morning when he punched John in the arm because he could barely sit in the squad car. "Don't tell me you're thinking about kids," John teases.

Ben snorts. "Actually, the dad was kind of hot."

John pushes his sunglasses up so Ben can see the displeased look on his face. "Keep fucking laughing, Sherman."

Ben chuckles before dropping his voice low. "The jealous thing looks good on you."

"I'm not jealous," John retorts disdainfully.

Ben shrugs. "Too bad, because that guy was definitely not checking me out." John opens and closes his mouth while Ben carries on. "He was asking about my partner over here – but I had to tell him he's spoken for."

"Spoken for –" John sputters. "I'm not spoken for – does his wife – man – whatever -- know about this?"

It's Ben's turn to lift his sunglasses. "Oh, really. You're not seeing anybody?"

John purses his lips. "You don’t speak for me," he amends.

"I do when strange men try to use their nephews to hit on you."

John opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again and starts to laugh. "Okay – okay," he wheezes. "So, then what was that look for."

Ben blinks at him. "What look?"

"Don't fuck with me, I know that look."

"Oh," Ben says. "The I'm going to suck you off in the squad car look," he says haphazardly. "Yeah, it was just a thought I was having."

John raise an eyebrow. "It's a good thought, you should go with it."

[ex-trolleys.livejournal.com]

I have nothing of value to contribute, but just wanted to say ILU FOR THIS POST as I was having the lousiest day possible until now. GK PORN HEALS ALL, FOR TRUE. <333

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I would like to say that I was totally going to put a note up here for you, that was all and trolleys can submit whatever she wants it, but then I was like no, bad hackthis, stop with the bribery. BUT. If you do have a photo or a drawing or something and you'd be happy with something like whatever I'm tossing out... you know, I am good for a comment or two :D

Hell, at this point romanticalgirl, alethialia and I are a deal! Buy one, get two free!

totally pushing the boundaries of SFW-ness

[clear-as-blood.livejournal.com]

...but I did it for a good cause?


Something along the lines of a college au where Nate's lost a bet? Dare? Obviously Brad's going to be the one that stumbles upon him. What he does with that? Well...

Also, I'm really loving the fact that I'm discovering GK just as there's this influx of awesome new fic. [Especially since I've pretty much devoured all the fic you and your partners in crime cohorts have written in about 2 days.]

Re: totally pushing the boundaries of SFW-ness

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

So is it me, the image quality, or are Stark's nipples really that pink?

I'm just saying.

A little late to the party, but ...

[svilleficrecs.livejournal.com]

You could totally have it be with the random dude in the foreground, or with Nate at some later date, or whomever. Just... his wtf look is priceless in this, imho. Plus, TOES. (It's a random cap I've got from Hundstrickt (or however you spell it), a Swedish film of his.

Re: A little late to the party, but ...

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

Sleeping head-to-toe? Rilly? 'Cause that totally makes it NOT GAY! ::loves::

[lazulus]

You know, this entire post has been a delightful thing to wake up to.

*hearts*

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Porn Flakes! It's what's for breakfast!

boys being totally innocent and hard-working and above-board

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

...so porn that! HA!

Re: boys being totally innocent and hard-working and above-board

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Two words: Nate's hands.

Look how long his fingers are!

He's pointing at something on the laptop and Brad's like, hmmm. Long fingers. Long fingers are good. They're good in my mouth. Good up my ass. Wrapped around my cock. God, I wonder what it's would be like to suck on the LT's fingers why he's reaming my ass. Trying to make me be quiet, his cock so thick and hard, his balls slapping against my ass....

God, we are ALL going to hell. At least we'll be there to keep each other company.

let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

Shitty quality (I need to do a cap from the DVDs), but the LT keeps DOING THAT and it's distracting.

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

Tongue!

Seriously, I was going to elaborate on story ideas, but I'm stuck on Tongue!

I bet Brad has that problem too (not being stuck on Nate's tongue which is entirely different and not really a problem at all for Brad) but the whole not being able to think when Nate's tongue is out.

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

This is a preview clip from next week's Leverage: http://www.tnt.tv/dramavision/?cid=42574

Watch it!

There is a reason I am posting it here. I mean there's not actual porn in the clip, but you know that right after this, there was a whole lot of Parker/Hardison/Eliot happening.

Also, I am trying to expand the threads here it made my browser freeze. THE PORN HERE LITERALLY BROKE MY INTENET!

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

::pouts:: Why does TNT hate me? Whatever, I buy the Parker/Hardison/Eliot no matter the situation.

...I've been wondering about the threads here. Why can I not unfold all? Why is it all on one page? Why is even the light view all on one page? Z's LJ has special powers that mine does not possess.

I POSTED THIS IN MY JOURNAL BUT IT BARES REPEATING

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

Re: I POSTED THIS IN MY JOURNAL BUT IT BARES REPEATING

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

It's the ears that finally sink Brad's battleship.

His resolve.

He's been jacking off thinking about the LT's mouth since day one. That's a given with a mouth like that. Soft, plush lips. Pink. Constantly being bitten, being sucked into the LT's mouth like the way he's going to suck on Brad's cock. The way he going to work Brad with his mouth. When Brad thinks of Nate's mouth his mind automatically supplies the word 'cocksucker'.

Cock. Sucker.

Sucking cock.

Brad's cock.

It's the kind of mouth that Brad can just feel sliding along the length of his dick. The way Nate's tongue would lave at the underside, the spit that would smear over that mouth, run down his chin. Yeah, the LT's mouth is just too obvious.

Anybody could fall for that.

Or those hands.

The LT's hands are perfect. Long, strong fingers. Square nails that Brad would happily wrap his to tongue around when there's dirt and god knows what else trapped under Nate's fingernails. Brad can just imagine: MREs, gun lube, sweat from Nate scratching the back of his neck, his balls, whatever. Brad would taste it all, suck Nate's fingers just to feel them in his mouth, feel the pads of Nate's fingers stroking his tongue. Watch those green eyes go wide as Brad dragged his teeth along their length, let the LT get a hint of what Brad has in store for him.

But again, that's obvious. The LT is covered up all the time, the only parts of him ever exposed to common view are his hands and above the neck.

God, the marks Brad's going to leave on the LT's neck. Sucking bruises, holding Nate's hands above his head, feel him rut against Brad's thigh, cock dragging along, leaving streaks and smears and wet heat. Listen to the gasps out of the pornographic mouth as Brad sucked right at that juncture of neck and shoulder. The way Brad would graze his teeth over that spot over again. Suck, lick, bite, rinse, repeat. Mark, own, rinse, repeat.

Sometimes Brad finds himself standing next to Nate, words coming out of those cocksucker lips, green eyes wide and expressive, the LT's hands moving as he points out something. Describes something he's talking about and it's so much overstimulation that Brad has to smile. Has to let out all of that need and want, has to show just that little bit that he's got the LT's number and when it comes up, Brad's not letting it go.

Brad knows these things, he minds them, observes them like a good Devil Dog should. He bides his time. Waits. Listens to his LT, looks after his men, and thinks about what's going to come when this is all over.

And it's on a day like any other when Brad's sitting in the Humvee, doors open so he can stretch out while they wait, that the LT comes by. Ray's napping beside him, Reporter's off wherever, Trombley's cleaning his saw in his grave. Walt's off playing with Poke's kids, and Brad's just there, playing with his Blue Force tracker, just killing time.

They know this dance by heart.

The LT greets him, Brad smirks, the LT says something, maybe points to something on Brad's screen, Brad reaches for it at the same time and their hands brush. There's a frisson of electricity, end of story, and everything goes on.

But this time things change up.

This time instead of going the laptop route, the LT crouches down on his knees. Bends down to tie his shoelace. And he's there, on his knees, right by Brad's hip, head bowed, and Brad's hand does it all on it's own, just sort of reaches out and traces the shell of the LT's ear.

Nate's head snaps up, holding perfectly still under the pad of Brad's finger. Watching Brad's eyes as Brad watches him. And then Ray farts in his sleep, and it's all over.

Spell broken, time to move on.

Nate stands up, clears his throat, moves off. But this time, Brad's resolve wavers. Grumbles. Makes itself very clear that this can't go on.

It's the smallest thing that breaks him wide open. Like a surging dam.

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

Please be telling me Ray's thoughts on this:

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I believe the words the first time Ray comes to Walt's apartment and sees this photo are, "I'm going to cut this bitch."

Holy hell

[maurheti.livejournal.com]

This comment section? This comment section is the comment section that other comment sections either wish they were or wish they could fuck. This comment section is the comment section that breaks furniture, puts dents in the walls, and makes other comment sections scream for their mamas on the regular. This comment section rocks so hard my ears are ringing, I have no voice left, and my left shoe -- among other things I won't go into so as not to incriminate myself -- is inexplicably missing.

In other words? ♥!

[logans-mom00.livejournal.com]

What I'm digging so much about all this, other than the hot porn, of course, is getting to see the brainstorming going on between all the writers. I love the finished product, but in the past I've read the posts where you guys mentioned bouncing ideas off of one another in private convos and thought how cool it would be to follow that process. Now I have, and that has been just as amazing as the porn. Thanks to all of you for letting the rest of us watch your genius at work!

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Mostly I think it lets everyone see that we're all hacks - stealing from each other and playing up to our friends' kinks and desires to secure their love...or maybe that's just me?

[aboutademongirl.livejournal.com]

...you know what? I'm aware that I'm kind of intruding, but I cannot resist, and this whole thread is so damn awesome that I am totally memming this bitch.

[soul_cake_duck]

I think this may just be my favourite part of the internet ever :D

Also, Brad!tongue

[debaser28.livejournal.com]

Just wanted to say that this entire post is the most amazing thing ever.:D Not only the scorching hot porn, but the comments and the pictures. It's making my days a lot better.Thank you all.:)