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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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a debauched Nate (or Brad) lying on the bed with the sheet just barely covering important bits

See, that's just NOT FAIR. Now I'm all distracted from work I'm supposed to be doing, like... stuff that's not about Nate being all long limbs and sleepy-gorgeous and pliant before Brad. NGH.

*whimper*

I'm supposed to be doing, like... stuff that's not about Nate being all long limbs and sleepy-gorgeous and pliant before Brad. NGH.

There are such things? Huh.

Yes! Like, y'know...

...

lemme get back to you on that ;_;

what I really like about Ray and Walt is that everything with them is basic. They eat, sleep, shit, fuck, hang out. They're basically uncomplicated guys, they wanna to be together, they're together, they do want to be together, somebody goes home. They're low key. Everything with Brad and Nate is so epic, sometimes it's really nice to just chill the hell out.

I love this description! They're the flip side of Brad/Nate. Hee!

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.

...oh, that's perfect. Love it that Brad just. can't. help himself.

Though Nate exacerbates things by getting on his knees and all. And that's all it takes.

::loves::

It's the yawn that tells Brad he's in trouble.

They normally go for their early morning runs together, but Nate's been working late hours at the PAC he's consulting for. He got in so late last night that it was more like early morning, and so Brad went for the run alone. Let Nate have a few more hours on his own.

Now that Brad's back and showered -- yes, he thought about defiling Nate still sweaty and dirty -- but that's a different kind of sweat.

Nate blinks up at him bleary-eyed, smile curling the corners of his mouth as Brad rubs the towel over his hair.

"Morning," Nate says around another yawn. He stretches, entire body arching away from the sheets right down to his exposed toes which curl back.

Brad licks his lips, tasting toothpaste as his eyes sweep over Nate. Over long limbs and lean muscles. Civilian life has made Nate soft, but not in body. "Yeah, it's going to be," he says, dropping the towel at the foot of the bed and tugging the sheets away from Nate's body.

Nate's cock is half-hard, rising away from his body, just calling Brad's name.

Nate's sleepy smile says plenty. "C'mere."

Brad raises an eyebrow as he kneels on the bed, crawls up towards Nate, stopping at waist level to nuzzle Nate's cock, lap at it with his tongue. "Oh, fuck, yes," Nate moans as Brad wraps his hand around the base, licks at the head.

Nate's fingers stroke Brad's scalp, curling behind his ears, thumbs ghosting over his hairline as he sucks Nate's cock, slowly, luxuriously, reveling in the feel of Nate underneath his tongue, of salt and bitter.

He pulls off with a loud slurp, feels the strands of saliva and spit sliding down his chin. Nate's head is back, eyes squeezed and Brad blows over the head of Nate's cock, thumbs the head. "Watch," he says, voice low, full of want.

Nate's head snaps up, green eyes bright. His voice is drugged. "Suck me," he pleads.

Brad's never minded taking orders from his LT. So he does what he's told. Takes Nate back in his mouth, sucks him down to his fist, wet and sloppy, feeling Nate's hips thrusting into his hand. Nate's thighs shift around him, knees bending for leverage, and then Nate's legs wrap around Brad's head and Brad growls in the back of his throat, sucks Nate like the whole Corps depends on how well he performs.

He's pretty good at this if he does say so himself.

Or he could just take the nail gouges that Nate's put in his shoulders as proof.

"Fuuuuck." Nate's thighs clamp over Brad's ears, and the way Nate pulses in his mouth and the nails scrabbling over his scalp are unmistakable.

Brad wraps his hands around Nate's legs, pushes them away so he can get pull away. Breathe. His nose is full of nothing but Nate.

This is good.

He sits up, goes to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand and then thinks better of it. Underneath him, Nate's chest is heaving with exertion, nipples pink, chest slick with sweat. Brad licks his lips and crawls the rest of the way up the bed to kiss Nate, let Nate suck on his tongue.

Nate's hands cup the back of his skull, hold him still for long seconds as their tongues slide together, as Nate licks at every trace of his own spunk. When Brad pulls back, Nate's mouth looks just as slick and used as Brad's feels.

Nate's face is flushed, cheeks bright with the stain of a orgasm well had, and he smiles beatifically as Brad rubs his cock against Nate's thigh.

"You going to fuck me now?" Nate asks.

Brad smiles. "Well, since you asked so nicely."

Edited 2009-07-17 23:31 (UTC)

...GUH!

There was running. And sweat. That's vaguely familiar. Heh.

And then you destroyed my brain. Jesus, woman. ::hearts::

Also, OMG you can't even believe how massive this master post linking to all the porn has gotten. I'm almost done, though.

Brad's thumbnail scrapes Nate's wrist. Nate's eyes flare, then he closes his eyes and smothers it.

Oooh. Such lovely imagery in this.

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

::is dead:: The - the - the heat! And anticipation! It's fabulous!

There was running. And sweat. That's vaguely familiar. Heh.

I thought you might like that ;-) As for brain destroying, I keep thinking I'm porned out and then it turns out I have just one more left.

Also, OMG you can't even believe how massive this master post linking to all the porn has gotten. I'm almost done, though.

Okay, I wouldn't want to add anymore work. I'll stop writing now. *nods sagely*

Okay, I wouldn't want to add anymore work. I'll stop writing now. *nods sagely*

Pfft! I know you're just baiting me here and I will not fall for it!

I can honestly say I had no idea where this was going when I started writing it, but since the opening line was about Nate's ears I realized I'd really put myself on the spot, and then I was like how the hell would Brad ever be in a position to touch Nate's *ears* and they were like "HERE! We will tell you!"

They are very good like that.

Oh, poo. ;-D

*huggles boys* Thanks. :)

Stress cooks.

I think that may be the profound and accurate description of stress ever. For reals. Sometimes you simmer, sometimes you boil, sometimes you get baked...

the side of his hand accidentally bumps Nate's ass.

By accident. I coped a feel by accident. Riiiiiight Brad. Tell me you can't deny with the best of them and I will scoff in your face.

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.

Nghhhhhh. Yes, quite.

That photo made my insides do things. Naughty, naughty things. I would like one of those, please.

Oh, and you post this right before I go to work (or, well I read it then) and I wanted to write and I couldn't make my brain work at work (problematic only in the job sense, but fortunately nothing today required brain power) and so I just had this...thought lingering. ::sees about writing porn::

We are very much alike in this - I love giving stuff to people and tend to flail a little when people do stuff for me (hence me writing right alongside you here), and I love listening to find out what people want to see. So yay!

It's like the gift that keeps on giving! And yet not even remotely like a sexually transmitted disease!

I didn't do much writing (read: any) today at work. It was that sort of day. But I have no kids and just random stuff to do tonight, so I imagine I can crank something out. ::twirls you::

I read that! And I approve. And it's disturbingly similar to the picture that I have Brad have of Nate that he takes to England. Great minds, baby.

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?

Oh, lovely hot (no pun intended) imagery. I love when they're playing at each other and this - He hardly thinks about it now, forgets about the goal of fire just enjoys the light. I *love* that.

a) Your icon. It says it ALL.

b) 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?

How many times have I told you about reading my mind in public. YEESH.

And it's disturbingly similar to the picture that I have Brad have of Nate that he takes to England. Great minds, baby.

Where do you think I got the idea from? ::grins::

That photo made my insides do things. Naughty, naughty things. I would like one of those, please.

I second that motion. Especially with that stubble. HELLO NURSE. err. Officer.

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