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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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I went! I went! And now I'm awake again.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmcookie.

And now to work. ::smooches::

Thank you so much. Intimacy with them just works - they trust each other, they care about each other, they *like* each other. It's all good.

Remember to feel free to give us presents like that at ANY time. Like, you know, a debauched Nate (or Brad) lying on the bed with the sheet just barely covering important bits or...okay, I'm just going to keep that image in my head when I go off to work.

Of course you didn't! I was there and saw you didn't do it. Yup.

No, YOU win. That was fabulous. Perfect voices.

This post is magic! I go away and come back and there's more beautiful stories to read. Everyone here ROCKS.

It's all part of Brad's dirty tactics

Brad's sitting there, all innocent and such, like, what? I sit at my kitchen table in glasses and slippers EVERY DAMN DAY, don't you? And Nate's all, ::flails:: and then there is porn.

Not a bad strategy, come to think.

Also, Brad is jealous and possessive like whoa, so if Ian (he's so Ian in my head now, thank you, L) ever showed up...yeah. That'd be a bad plan.

And whee! Thank you! I am so glad you like! Hopefully I did justice to your gorgeous picture. ::hearts::

Hee! It's so cute! LOVE gym!high!Z. And the farm thing had me rolling.

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*

It'd be fucking HILARIOUS, though.

Ummm...I vote for yes. Shockingly.

Oh, look, I uled my Jackie icon for just these occasions. ::hearts::

Aww. AWWW! I'm glad we could make you a wee bit happier.

the four of us are like some sort of GK SWAT team only like, with porn. PORN SWAT.

AHAHAHAHA! ::falls over:: WHO YA GONNA CALL?!

Okay, Porn SWAT doesn't work like Ghostbusters (actually, if you said Porn Swat Team), but I feel I should be given a pass on this seeing as you were all about the 'These are a few of my favorite things' last night, so.

Yeah, I got nothing. Other than MASSIVE LOVE.

Exactly!

Remember to feel free to give us presents like that at ANY time. Like, you know, a debauched Nate (or Brad) lying on the bed with the sheet just barely covering important bits or...okay, I'm just going to keep that image in my head when I go off to work.

War Photographer!Brad took that photo the day after Nate almost got blown up by a road side bomb. At least that's what I told A.

Aww. AWWW! I'm glad we could make you a wee bit happier.

You guys always make me happier. *nods lots* Just you know, so that's on the record. And yes I totally admit I was on the 'these are a few of my favorite things' tip. Still am. Porn Swat! (I mistyped that as Porn Sway... not really the same thing. Sex Workers of the world unite! Or untie as it were).

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!

Brad totally keeps reaching out and pointing at the same spot as Nate, his hand accidentally brushing Nate's. It sparks for Brad and he knows - from subtle body language shifts caught in peripheral vision - it sparks for Nate too. Brad's the flint and Nate's the steel, he thinks later, in the privacy of his own mind in his own grave. Or maybe Brad's the flint, Nate's the steel, and Nate's restraint is the wood.

Maybe not today. Maybe not ten days into the AO. But as the days pass and the stress cooks them all, Nate's tinder gets drier and drier. Brad feels the crackle in his own bones and hunched over maps and trackers, Brad keeps striking. You don't bang the flint right down on the steel (no matter how badly he might like to bang Nate to the ground and... and... his mind spins into a thousand possibilities) you glance off it with delicate precision. You don't press the flint down against the steel, that won't start a fire. Brad doesn't trap Nate's hand.

He just keeps up these glancing, brushing touches. One day, he sees embers. He feels Nate's gaze after one such touch in the dead of night. They point at the same thing and Brad's thumbnail scrapes Nate's wrist. Nate's eyes flare, then he closes his eyes and smothers it. That's fine. The tinder's still dry and getting drier.

Brad discovers other points of contact, standing close during a briefing, the side of his hand accidentally bumps Nate's ass. Shoulder against shoulder too. But hands are exposed.Hands are skin. Nate's hand is the steel and Brad's got the flint, sparking, sparking, sparking with a quarter-second strike. When you're in the woods, trying to start a fire, it's about patience. You know one of the sparks will catch, you just have to keep striking, which Brad does.

Until one night, close to Baghdad but far enough from the chattering crowd, Brad makes another strike - like breathing now, enjoying the sparks that rain down on him. He hardly thinks about it now, forgets about the goal of fire just enjoys the light, when something catches in Nate. Because Nate's quick hand turns and seizes, catching Brad's, thumb thrust into palm, fingers revealing the barest edge of nail digging into the top of Brad's hand.

Brad's gaze shifts slowly from the map to their hands. He memorizes that terrain just carefully as he does the one spread on the hood of the humvee. Then, he turns his attention to Nate's eyes. Finally. Finally there's a blaze and Brad coaxes it, blowing slowly by twisting his hand in Nate's grasp, soft belly of his palm turning upward then brushing his palm along Nate's fingertips.

And then, it's no longer about sticks and steel and ancient rocks, its about electrons. Completing the circuit. No more thoughts of smoke, only a switch they've finally flipped, and a filament growing brighter and brighter until Brad has to close his eyes against it. As Nate squeezes once then slips his hand from Brad's, Brad sees the afterimage. Then, before Nate walks away, the ghost of a touch, deliberately slow, along the back of Brad's neck.

"Stay frosty," Nate says under his breath, and as Brad savors the burn, he knows it's a promise.

Edited 2009-07-17 17:07 (UTC)

*bites lip* I can't help but think that this is either someone right before sinking into the throes of an orgasm to stop all orgasms, or one of the GK-boys captured D=. It makes me sad.

I kind of choked on my own tongue while reading this. Shame I had no TV!Colbert/Fick to resuscitate me. Shame, a cryin' shame.

All the talking tricked you into forgetting his ninja skills.

NATE RECOGNISES RAY'S NINJA SKILLZ!

No, she probably just wanted to outfit Uncle Brad in fluffy kitty goodness. Brad inspired that in children.

Oh, yes. *nods seriously* Brad is Lil' Miss Sunshine. Only, you know, male.

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

...doesn't he look at him like that during THE WHOLE OF GK?

...he hadn't done this in a long time

I was all, "WHO?!" at this. XD.

Nate's fairly certain if Brad keeps it up, he's going to start purring. OMC. A purring Nate. A. PURRING. NATE. Why do I suddenly have images in my head of Nate as a cat? Does he not look cat-like? He's a regular damn Cheshire cat, that boy is.

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... I totally adore how Nate later goes along with the fact he really is Brad's for defiling.

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. Awww! *snickers* <3.

...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.

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.

Edited 2009-07-17 21:31 (UTC)

OMG, I missed this! That's so wrong!

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.

YES!

Brad's eyes promise retribution and Nate has to nod his acquiescence, has to smile as Brad realizes.

Oh, NATE. ::loves::

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

AHAHAHA!

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!"

Yeah, but - ya know, hypothetically speaking, who DOES win? Or perhaps more accurately, who acquiesces? Hmm.

Nate's really a very smart boy. Where people who are not Brad are concerned, anyway.

Heh. Glad you liked.

Z did tell me about this photo, 'tis true. Brad was quite pleased with himself. 'Course, that could've been due to the massive amounts of sex he and Nate had, so.

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