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Ah, people. Failing since evolution began.

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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Who still wore his glasses, lips parted, all shiny and red, and who looked down at Nate like he was some kind of revelation.

I don't think I could properly type the noise I made, insert your [sexually depraved wanton noise of choice here].

And dude, Brad was so not feeling the 'blah blah blah college boyfriend thing.' So possessive. So understandable really.

Brad grinned and pulled Nate into a sloppy, wet, involved kiss. When he pulled back he smirked. "There, now we're both unsanitary. Come along, sir." He hopped off the table and headed toward his room, still wearing only one slipper. "Out of the goodness of my heart I will allow you to use my shower so you can scrub away the evils wrought by reading the paper. I'll even wash mine, too. I promise they'll be spotless before I shove them inside you and make you moan like a little bitch." His eyes glittered when he looked back at Nate.

"Well, when you put it like that."

::sing-song voice::

A loves me this I know, because she writes me awesome porn about Brad wearing one slipper and people getting defiled on the kitchen table and Nate having an ex-boyfriend in college and Nate bitching about newspaper ink, just like we all know Nate fixates on the little things, and that's why we love him. Okay, the tune totally got lost there, but that's understandable.

Also, if you need me to look at anything and beat it with a stick, let me know. L will tell you I am REAL good about beating things with sticks. It's okay though, the bruising goes down after a few days. *smiles brightly*

Nate's very pretty and his mouth looks lovely around Brad's cock, but he's also kind of a smart cookie and man, does he have Ray's number. It's kind of awesome.

I don't think I could properly type the noise I made, insert your [sexually depraved wanton noise of choice here].

Mwahaha! That's what I like to hear!

And no, Brad was not feeling the whole 'I've sucked other guys off' thing, especially since it was getting in the way of Nate sucking him off. Though, to be fair, he did ask.

::snickers madly:: Wow, gotta love those post-gym endorphins.

Nate bitching about newspaper ink, just like we all know Nate fixates on the little things, and that's why we love him.

Especially when they involve CLEANLINESS! ::sage nod::

And of course I adore you; I feel that you know this. ::hearts::

Thank you much for the offer! Alas, it's not in a state ready to be looked at, more taunting me with its lack of order and completeness. You know how I do so love these things.

He's known it since the first time they met, since the first time they fucked. Brad's as human as anyone, as needy and hungry for it as the next Marine. Nate remembers the bruises Brad left, remembers how it hurt to walk and to breathe for three days afterward because neither of them could hold back, neither of them wanted to. From the first moment they wrestled each other for dominance before silent mutual agreement led to giving and taking as much as they could get.

So, like, Thing #842 that I love about your writing is that this is something A and I were battling about today, Brad bottoming or topping and self-esteem, etc, etc, and you basically whittled the whole thing down and were like look bitches, this is how it is. They fight over it, and then they go back to their corners and lick their wounds and then do it again. Don't talk about it, just do it. It's Fight Club. Don't even get me started on my Fight Club love or we'll be here all day.

Brad's glare promises hell to pay. Nate finds he can't wait.

Rowr.

Nate's half-asleep and his body aches pleasantly in ways he'd almost forgotten. Brad's fingers are running from Nate's navel to his chest in a slow, steady rhythm and Nate's fairly certain if Brad keeps it up, he's going to start purring.

"So," Brad drawls slowly, his fingers circling one nipple before closing on it, squeezing lightly. "About this ex-boyfriend."

Nate smiles without opening his eyes, though he does turn his head in Brad's direction. "Ian."

"Ian? What kind of pansy-ass name is Ian?"

Nate's breath catches as Brad's fingers tighten on his nipple. It doesn't hurt quite yet, but for a first time it's a little more aggressive than Nate's used to. Of course, it's also Brad and Nate really should have expected him not to be amused by knowing that Nate wasn't some sweet little virgin that was his for defiling.

Yes, Nate was his for defiling, but apparently Brad had thought - if he'd thought, Nate's still not sure - he was getting everything, part and parcel.

"He was really good in bed."

Brad pinches the nipple a little tighter and shifts over on top of Nate, knees edging Nate's legs open as he lays on top of him. "Yeah? And what am I?"

"Heavy." Nate laughs, the sound cut off by a choking gasp as Brad leans in and takes Nate's nipple in his mouth and scrapes his teeth over it. It's just shy of a bite and Nate can't help arching upward. He skates a hand down Brad's side then slips it between them, wrapping his fingers around Brad's cock. "Awww. Does someone need his ego stroked?"

"How many?"

Nate opens one eye to see Brad's face, determined and cool, his Iceman persona in place. Nate's about to throw him off when Brad shakes his head as if he's realized he's doing it. He leans in and kisses Nate softly, breath warm and thick. "Just the one."

"If I ever meet him, do I have permission to break his neck?"

"No." Nate squeezes Brad's dick and starts stroking slowly. Brad's eyes drift closed. His long, pale, curved lashes fluttering against his tanned skin and Nate presses his lips against Brad's eyebrow. "But you do have permission to do that thing to me again."

"Oh really?" Brad's eyebrow lifts and Nate kisses it again then trails a row of kisses down to Brad's mouth. When he stops there, it's more than a kiss, something slow and hot and deep and Nate's afraid Brad can gather more intel than he's really ready to give just from that, but Brad doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything but brush another kiss against Nate's lips. "Right now?"

"No time like the present."

::snickers madly:: Wow, gotta love those post-gym endorphins.

Tonight I did the abbreviated work out, if I'd gone for broke (the 2 hour version) you'd be literally pulling me off the ceiling. I'm like Ray with Ripped Fuel. I know some people think the gym is a chore, but I love it, it's a chance to fucking do something. I wish I got to be more active during the day. I'd thought about packing it in and working on a farm, but uh.... not really a farm girl, you know? Wow. That Ray on Ripped Fuel was kind of on the money, huh? I'll shut up now.

As for things not being ready to look at pshaw. You should see some of the crap I pass to S77 to look at. If I had a scanner I might even start drawing diagrams just so y'all could see my insane thought processes. I'd do stick figures and everything! *beams* But, uh, that's not going to happen, so we'll just say I did and call it a day *beams more*

AHHH! It's freaking PERFECT!

Brad's fingers are running from Nate's navel to his chest in a slow, steady rhythm and Nate's fairly certain if Brad keeps it up, he's going to start purring.

LOVE that image.

"He was really good in bed."

And Nate's fucking with him! LOVE!

"If I ever meet him, do I have permission to break his neck?"

I really do heart you like whoa. Perfectly possessive, that Brad.

When he stops there, it's more than a kiss, something slow and hot and deep and Nate's afraid Brad can gather more intel than he's really ready to give just from that

Oh, my heart. ::loves you like whoa::

Rowr. I approve. And one of these days, Ben really *is* going to suck John in the squad car and John's not going to know *what* to do then. Well, other than come.

Did you see the picture that Cudlitz twittered tonight from his dashboard camera? GROWL.

Oh, look. I'm supposed to be in bed. ::fails::

Ray loves him some Walt. I may be doing something about that. :)

I love you lots and lots so this is why I ask: aren't you supposed to be in bed right now??

My secret is that I read all your comments, let you guys come to a conclusion and then put it in fic so I look brilliant! ::is sneaky:: Also, I totally agree that they have issues and would have to work them out, but I think in the heat of the moment, they'd be all "whoever wins!" and then they both do no matter what, so it's all good.

Brad is going to school his LT. A LOT.

You know, some days really suck and I'm like 'world, you are an asshole' and then I get all this ~~love~~ porn from you guys and I'm like, okay, it's not all bad. I was thinking the other day that the four of us are like some sort of GK SWAT team only like, with porn. PORN SWAT. That sounds like a sex game. Or possibly a toy.

Yes. Yes. Husband just got home and needed to talk/vent, so am up a little later than planned, but going soon. Honest!

I'm good with adorable. And I'm working on your porn skirmish request too! Yay. Well, not right now. Right now I'm going to bed. Honest.

Nate is a goner. Fortunately, so is Brad.

Maybe tomorrow at work I'll write the 'slippers as a gift from Grace' thing. Because Grace would so buy those. Only she'd be out with Kate to do it and Kate would make her get them in pink.

Okay. First of all. I had to go find that photo, because clearly it had to be seen. And now that I have seen it? PHWOAR!!!! *blinks mightily*

Oh Ben, Ben Ben... you lucky dog.

And next week they're going to the GUN RANGE together. I have died. I kind of want to write Ben and Cooper at the gun range now and how they use their service revolvers, competing against each other on the targets, and then Ben pulls out this like Sig Sauer or some shit and John's like, the hell? And he watches the muscles flex in Ben's arms as he pulls the trigger. Watches the twist of the hips, the ripple of muscles under his shirt and well... it's on.

YOU. BED. NOW.

Having a bad day? The world got you down? Peace sucking a hairy asshole?

CALL PORN SWAT!

::cue music::

Fuck, I'm *so* going to bed now. For real.

YOU. BED. NOW.

Peace sucking a hairy asshole?

Okay, seriously, you get a cookie. TOMORROW. WHEN YOU WAKE UP. BED NOW.

My secret is that I read all your comments, let you guys come to a conclusion and then put it in fic so I look brilliant! ::is sneaky::

You are like me. I lurk and I learn things. Yis. I was totally trying to be sneaky and write you some of your porn skirmish thingys, but I kinda of shot my wad here I think. Mostly I just like making other people happy. I'm a giver not a taker. That seems to cause issues. I digress. I agree that they have issues, but anything you really want you'll make work.

Ohhh, this is just PERFECT. I love Nate sort of freaking out over bespectacled!Brad because that's -exactly- what I imagined when I drew it, hee. It's all part of Brad's dirty tactics *nod*

And holy hot blowjob -- with jealous Brad (YAY) and the mock "yes sir" and Nate swallowing inelegantly! Freaking GUH. Brad losing the slipper was a lovely touch. :D

"You object more to me ingesting ink than your come?" Brad asked.

"Well, when you put it like that it sounds silly."

LOL! Oh man, you are so good with the banter. This whole thing is pure love. YOU WIN! ♥ ♥ ♥

Props go to the lovely ladies who provide the actual porn! but thank you bb, I'm ridiculously pleased you like the pic. :)

I love how you do intimacy between the boys, that they can tune into each other while remaining very much themselves. And I'm a sucker for mentions of Brad's eyelashes. *swoon*

Really lovely :)

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