Ah, people. Failing since evolution began.

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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.

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You know I do! :D

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And just - ::flails:: This is retribution for talking about nipples, isn't it? ISN'T IT? I see what you're doing.

At least I understand Brad's fascination in Get Some now. Sometimes they tell me stuff and I'm like 'o, rilly? uh, okay...if you're sure' but now it ALL makes sense.

What else you got for me?

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When you run marathons you put KY on your nipples. Trufax. Bloody, chaffed nipples?! SO BAD....

Except Nate wakes up a few hours later, sticky and used and his chest hurts. His nipples are't these pink little centers on his chest, they're these red and purple bruises. Living bruises. They ache when he's just breathing, and his cock stirs, filling as the pain registers in Nate's brain.

He can't help touching, because this is what happens when Brad's home. Nate gets marked. Brad gets marked, but this... this is new.

Nate's cock jerks hard against his thigh as he brushes his left nipple, just the lightest of touches has him arching off the bed. Hissing with the pain.

And all Nate wants is to do it again. Feel what Brad's done to him.

He reaches down again only to find his hand stayed by Brad's fingers around his wrist. "If you break the toys, I don't get to use them again," he teases.

They're angled on the bed in such a way that Nate's head is mostly resting on Brad's shoulder and the edge of Brad's pillow. Nate has to crane his head back to see Brad. Brad whose lips are dry and puffy. Brad -- whose tongue is just a pink hint as he slides it over those same dry lips.

Nate stares. "You sore?" Brad says softly.

Nate tries to inhale but can't quite make the whole effort, so he just nods.

"Would fucking me make it better?" Brad asks.

Nate licks the back of his own teeth. Maybe his voice is hiding back there. He mumbles something and Brad has to move, shift down the bed, get closer to Nate's mouth, closer to Nate's nipples.

Nate looses this whimper when Brad's tongue laves over his bruised chest. It's just the slightest touch, Brad's tongue at his left nipple, but it's too much. Nate grabs at Brad... but his regulation hair is too short to make it work. Instead Nate ends up being restrained by Brad's hands, being rolled onto his back and held down as Brad's slick, wet tongue flickers over his abused and aching nipples.

It's too much, too good. Brad lifts his head, mouth shiny. "I'm going to sit on your face, now. Your choice, my cock in your mouth or your tongue up my ass."

Nate's mouth falls open to reply and Brad smirks. "Then I'll make the choice for you."

Seconds later, Nate's hands are free, which is good, because now he has them wrapped around Brad's thighs, holding Brad in place as Brad writhes above him, jerks himself off, shoving his ass on Nate's tongue, the knuckles of his hand occasionally dragging over Nate's forehead as Brad tugs on his balls, jerks himself off and tries to fuck himself with Nate's mouth.

His nipples still ache, but they're being superceded by Nate's desire to fuck Brad every way possible. To have just as much of this as he can. Above him Brad's cursing up a storm. Talking about Nate's mouth and Nate's tongue and all the ways he wants Nate to fuck him until he can't move at all.

Nate has to stop what he's doing. Has to rather awkwardly roll Brad over until Brad's on his back, and Nate's sprawled between his legs now. He sits up on his heels, fists his own cock, watching Brad touch himself and watching Brad watching him.

Nate can feel the spit on his chin. Taste Brad on his tongue. He braces himself over Brad, rubs the head of his cock behind Brad's balls. "I'm going to fuck you now," he says. "Beg me more it."

He's rewarded by Brad making a choked off noise as he comes all over his fist. Nate grins. "Close enough."

Re: Not porn. Sorry :(

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Hee. I need caffeine. Pass the Ripped Fuel.

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[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

My love for them is EPIC.

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*looks around her at all the heaps of porn and fucked out characters*

Well, baby, I have good news. I can finally see Brad and Nate filthing it up on par with with John and Ben now.

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I hope they have a serious stock of Gatorade in that room. They're going to need some replenishing.

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Room service is close enough. Brad gives the waiter $40 just to go down to the hotel gift shop and buy them 3 containers of Gatorade (he's not interested in getting dressed). And it has to be red Gatorade. Not the yellow or orange. Blue's okay though, Brad has a weird thing about watching Nate's tongue turn blue.

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I understand Brad's fascination in Get Some now. Sometimes they tell me stuff and I'm like 'o, rilly? uh, okay...if you're sure' but now it ALL makes sense.

::snickers:: Trust in the characters. But granted, who knew wee!Nate was gonna turn out to be some (I accidentally wrote 'come,' gee, I wonder why) angel-faced filthy super-slut? Obviously this is Brad's Iceman skillz coming to the fore early on in life. He could tell.

Oh, look, I made an icon of Stark's nipples. There's a shocker.

What else you got for me?

You want more pictures?!

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Well, baby, I have good news. I can finally see Brad and Nate filthing it up on par with with John and Ben now.

AHAHAHAHAAAAA!

I'm so ridiculously proud.

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It's like the Kool-Aid fic!!!

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I added something on to L's hotel scene already this morning. *nods a lot*

angel-faced filthy super-slut?

That is the perfect PERFECT descriptor.

You want more pictures?!

Well, you know, if you're so inclined... but you have to play too.

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his cock stirs, filling as the pain registers in Nate's brain.

Oh, dear...

He reaches down again only to find his hand stayed by Brad's fingers around his wrist. "If you break the toys, I don't get to use them again,"

And that would be a goddamn shame!

Brad making a choked off noise as he comes all over his fist. Nate grins. "Close enough."

...yeah, I'm done.

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Yes, but look at the monumental effort it took. I mean L and I had like long convos about how I was like, yeah, no, it's just not even close. John and Ben are far filthier... but Brad and Nate.... WHO KNEW? Of course now I have no porn left, but it was worth every word.

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I just had this very weird image of Brad using the Gatorade like ice packs on Nate's nipples and then drinking some down just to dribble it on Nate. Swirl it around and see if it stains at all. Lick it off when it pools in Nate's navel.

Poor Nate. So righteously abused in the name of our Brad's kinks.

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That's supposed to beg me FOR it. Kind of kills the finish when it's the wrong damn word!

Ah, the problem with me just typing and posting without editing.

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Yeah, you do that and then my brain doesn't work and then you expect me to be coherent and write porn.

OMGILU!

angel-faced filthy super-slut?

That is the perfect PERFECT descriptor.

::preens:: And it's SO true! Maybe I'll put that on an icon. Because visual accompaniment makes everything better.

Well, you know, if you're so inclined... but you have to play too.

Dude. DUDE! I have half a page of Brad-in-glasses-and-kitty-slippers, which I've managed to make porny (yay!) and - okay, I do not understand WHY THE FUCK I have a couple lines of dialogue from Hardison/Parker. No, srsly. I woke up this morning and it was on a notepad by my bed (priorities!) and I'm looking at it going, 'oh, no. nonononono. I will not get sucked in by the crazy.'

Um, by which I mean I shall play, but I have to go grocery shopping first, for I haz no food and one cannot live on porn alone. Which is a FUCKIN' SHAME.

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Um, by which I mean I shall play, but I have to go grocery shopping first, for I haz no food and one cannot live on porn alone. Which is a FUCKIN' SHAME.

Hey, even Brad and Nate have to take a Gatorade break. *nods head* Also, I suspect sparky77 would shit a gold brick if you wrote Hardison/Parker. DO EEEEEEEEET.

That photo she posted compels you.

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

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...so porn that! HA!

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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.

It's just a pretty visual...even though there's no visual.

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John and Ben have been inspiring for them. Now we need more Southland porn.

*

Ben's sprawled out on the bed, face down and spread-eagled. John watches him from the doorway, his hip cocked against the frame and one arm across his chest as the other lifts his beer to his mouth. Ben's naked, which John approves of, even though he knows he should go back out to the couch and stop watching Ben. He's here as babysitter, not as anything else, and he knows it, isn't about to step over that boundary. Sherman's on pain meds and exhaustion, burnt out from too much work, too much stress and too many fucking idiots in the greater Los Angeles area. Of course, getting himself hit by a car probably didn't help.

"What am I gonna do with you, Sherman?"

Ben makes a sound, a moan, and his body shifts on the bed. John's spent enough time dry humping his hand and against the mattress to recognize the move and now he really needs to get the fuck out of here. He's a firm believer in the privacy of someone's mind and fantasies, given that he spent too many years of his marriage jerking off in private, replacing Laura in his bed with nameless, faceless men.

Instead, John finds himself walking forward. There are dark bruises on Ben's skin and John very carefully reaches out, ghosting his hand over them without touching. Touching Ben would be a very bad thing. Touching Ben wouldn't stop at tracing the bruises. Touching Ben would lead to kissing Ben, to sucking Ben, to fucking Ben and John doesn't screw his partners. John knows that screwing someone just gives them a reason to screw you over and John needs someone watching his back, not sinking a knife into it.

Ben moans again, his back arching slightly as he grinds down against the mattress. His hips roll in slow circles and John has to swallow hard and shove his free hand in his pocket to keep it still, the other closing tight around his beer bottle. "You okay, Ben?" He could be in pain. John clings to that fragile excuse as he sets the beer down and moves his hand up and touches Ben's shoulder. "Ben?"

A hard shudder wracks Ben's body and he whimpers softly. He's thrusting and writhing against the mattress and, whatever he's thinking, John wants that feeling bad. It's like desperation, like those forbidden things coming to the surface because Ben's too far out of it to hold them back. John doesn't pull his hand away and Ben turns his head, mouth nuzzling at John's fingers.

John groans and knows he needs to get the fuck out of the room, that this is the equivalent of taking advantage. He jerks his hand away and takes a step back as Ben's mouth opens, searching hungrily. John's cock is a heavy weight between his legs and he needs to get out of here now. Call Chickie and put her on Sherman watch. But he's seen the way Chickie looks at Ben sometimes, and he's not sure he trusts anyone but himself with Sherman stretched out like this, fanned out like he's asking to get a tongue shoved up his ass.

"John?" Ben's voice is soft and confused, but he's smiling. "Hey."

"Hey, Robocop. You think maybe next time you can remember that a fucking Buick is not going to be stopped by your pathetic puny ass?"

"I have a nice ass." Sing-song, fueled by the pain killers. "You think so too."

"I don't think about your ass." John's pretty sure his protest is about as believable as OJ Simpson's, but it's the most he can offer. He knows he's in deep ship when a fucking rookie gets the drop on him.

Ben closes his eyes again, still smiling. "Liar."

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If I get hit by a car do I get a John? Because I might... maybe... it's a thought okay?! Yeesh. I can totally bring out the Ben and John. Promise. Just this morning Ben was all, whyfor am I am not getting laid?! He was very cranky that Brad and Nate were getting all the attention.

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Omg, you keep distracting me.

But! Here's the thing. I feel like the story in my head has already been written. Like, I read it somewhere. But I only have 5 Leverage stories saved (which are awesome!) and while they get the crazy and the banter right...hmm. Has anyone ever DONE Hardison/Parker sex sex before? 'Cause they seem to have done the run-up and then they fade to black.

Okay, well, now I'm stalking brown_betty's LJ and I've totally distracted myself and I still have no food. Obviously this is your fault.

I do think Parker would be oddly transfixed by the picture of Hardison and then poke at why.

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I don't tend to read Leverage fic unless it's written by someone on my flist or recommended. I'm an Eliot/Hardison girl myself. When I wrote Parker it was Parker/Maggie, because Parker smelled her. Seemed like flirting to me.

I think Parker would want Hardison to wear the sunglasses during sex.

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...I never even thought about Nate's hands. I FAIL at porn!

Then obviously Brad's new mission in life is to get Nate to point to things. And Ray knows something's up but cannot fathom why looking at a map with the LT makes him so goddamn happy. Beyond that it's, ya know, the LT and Ray's well-aware that Brad's being an LT fanboy. But still. Encino Man got them lost, it's a goddamn map, it's a million degrees out...no one should be that happy.