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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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Nate stays silent, slides one foot down the grass till both are straight. Then, he's... for a second it looks like he's rubbing his legs together, but he's just kicking off his sneakers. Fumbling with surprisingly dexterous toes and making short work of his ankle length socks, then he's rubbing his bare feet on the grass a few times before stretching both legs out again, spread a little, flat on the grass. Big feet, muscular, hairy calves, hair darker than you'd think from the stuff on his head, and then there's the front of his shorts. The thick, unmistakable arc pressing up against his fly.

Brad closes his eyes and presses his forehead to his arms.

"You don't need much, do you Brad?"

"I make do."

"You want, though. It's almost pathetic, sometimes."

Brad frowns at Nate, who's still offering Brad the back of his neck, the side of his throat.

"That turret. You wanted that turret so much. It was your red rider bb gun. I asked, you have no idea how many people I bothered about that fucking turret. You have no idea how badly I wanted to be able to give that to you."

Brad inhales sharply. He's not sure he remembers ever mentioning it in front of Nate, let alone to him.

"You knew you weren't going to get it, but that didn't stop you from wanting it like... I don't even know. What else do you want as badly as you wanted it?"

Brad just stares, not trusting his brain or his throat or his tongue or his lips. He balls his hands into fists, not trusting them either.

"What else do you want that you can't have?"

This, Brad admits, is getting ridiculous. In a second, he's on his knees, a firm grip on Nate's chin, turning it, making him look Brad in the eye. Brad grits his teeth, aware of how loud his breath is hissing through his nostrils, and of how dark Nate's eyes are, hardly any green.

His mouth is wet too, like he's been licking it while Brad wasn't looking, and now, looking straight into Brad, Nate licks his lips. Then he parts them as he closes his eyes, like some fucking wasted after prom virgin-whore and fuck! Brad releases Nate's face yanks his hand away, then sits back on his heels. He rubs his hands on his knees and stares at the moonlit water, scraping away what he wants from his brain and hunting for some halfway-polite exit line.

Wasted as he is, Nate shouldn't be able to get the drop on him, but then Brad's knocked back to the grass, Nate *on* him, heavily, clumsily, and before Brad gets a what the fuck out, Nate's mouth prevents it. Teeth bang, and there's a desperate artlessness to the kiss before it settles into Nate sucking on Brad's lower lip, his chin, his throat, before pressing his forehead to Brad's jaw and whispering "Shit, shit, shit" so close to skin that the the brush of his mouth makes Brad shudder uncontrollably, just once, but hard.

Then Nate's throwing himself at the grass beside Brad and covering his face with an arm. "I'm fucked up. I'm sorry. Forget that. That never happened."

Brad brings his fingers to his mouth and rubs it, then traces down the path Nate's lips took. "I don't take orders from you anymore."

"Just go back to the house. I know you're not about to hit me, I'm not that stupid, but I'm... stupid. So just go."

"I said, I don't take orders from you anymore."

"Please, just--"

"Shut the fuck up," Brad growls. Then he's on his side next to Nate, propping himself on one elbow and knocking Nate's arm off his face. "Look at me," he demands.

Nate obeys. He looks ashamed of himself and more scared than Brad ever saw in Iraq and confused and and just the tiniest bit hopeful. Face like a piece of god damned glass, that hasn't changed. In a small voice, Nate says, "I'm looking."

Brad unbuttons and unzips Nate's shorts and digs a hand down his briefs, closes his fingers around Nate's shaft then works his grip down till it hits the base. Then he tugs. Tugs again. "You want me." It's not a question.

"Of course."

"You wanted me."

"You know that."

"I didn't."

"Then," Nate says, pausing to gasp as Brad lets go long enough to shove briefs and shorts down Nate's thigh's. The head of Nate's cock is sticky with pre-come. Smeared like he's been rock hard for a while. Brad just holds the base and Nate bucks up into his grip, says, "Then you're a fucking idiot Brad. Or a - fuck, please, just - a liar."

"When have I ever lied to you?" Brad takes a few pulls at Nate's cock, then twists his palm over the head, smearing the slickness, making Nate squirm. "Huh?"

"I'm gonna-- fuck, I'm gonna--"

"No," Brad says, gripping the base of Nate's cock hard enough to make it hurt. White knuckle hard and Nate's choked whine is satisfying in somewhere nasty, deep and cruel. "No, you're not."

"Jesus christ," Nate spits out, then he bangs his head back against the grass, throat arching, body tight like a bow, then his cock is pulsing in Brad's grip.

But Brad holds on, and watches as he stops everything but a single drop from escaping. He watches as Nate's toes curl and his mouth works, soundless and open wide. It's painful to watch. Finally, the crease between Nate's brows relaxes and he stops jerking, and Brad eases up.

"What the fuck was--"

Nate shuts up when Brad sticks his tongue in Nate's mouth and after a few more words - Brad forgives him his reaction time right how - he shifts right into sucking on Brad's tongue in a way that makes Brad's dick jealous. Brad starts jacking Nate again, grinding against his hip and fucking his mouth with obscene licks. Brad drags the tip of his tongue over the roof of Nate's mouth as Nate's lips form a tight, wet seal that had better be a fucking promise.

Nate's grabbing at Brad's stomach, his cock, gripping through his pants then rubbing at it with the heel of his hand. A couple more strokes by Brad and with no warning, Brad's hand's getting slick and Nate's mouth is getting loose and loud and Brad smothers it, first with his mouth and then, when that's ineffective, with his sloppy hand. Nate's still making a noise like he's dying, but it's muffled enough. His cock's not done and it shoots another couple splashes onto his t-shirt, little white puddles glistening in sharp relief for a few seconds as his stomach rises and falls, then slowly soaking into the cotton.

Nate grabs Brad's hand and tears it off his mouth, gasping for air. He doesn't let go of Brad's hand, even when Brad tries to pull away. "You. Are. A fucking. Idiot."

Brad is. That's why he wants so badly. That's why he opens up his mouth and says, "Suck me."

"What?"

"You wanna suck me." It's not a question.

"I wanted--"

"Did I say reminisce?" Brad gets up on his knees, pulls out his cock and points it at Nate. "I said suck me. Open up and suck me. Do it. Now."

Nate obeys, struggling up to one elbow and grabbing Brad's dick, closing his mouth around it and leaning into it till he starts to gag. Brad grabs the back of Nate's head and pulls, rough and impatient and thrusting once, twice against the back of his throat. Brad gets a good look at Nate's obscenely stretched lips and then Nate's fly open. He strains to look up at Brad, like he needs to see to, then it hits Brad like a two-by-four to the back of the head.

Nate leans into it, holding his breath and twisting his head so the back of his throat fucks up against Brad's pulsing cock. Nate swallows. Nate fucking swallows every last drop and keeps swallowing until Brad's forced to tear away, collapsing back to earth and staring up at the stars as he shivers with aftershocks. Nate collapses beside him, shoulder to shoulder, coughing and panting.

For quite a while, they don't say a word. They don't move, except to pull their pants up, Brad followed by Nate. Brad's head is empty as an .... empty thing. Then, out of nowhere, Nate starts laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. I don't know. You know. Us."

Brad rolls his head to the side to find Nate's done the same and for a minute or so, they just stare at each other. Nate's eyes are red and watery and crinkled at the edges from his stupid-ass grin.

"I want to fuck you so hard, you feel it in your throat."

"Jesus, Brad."

"Think you can do that sober?"

Nate looks a little disturbed, but he nods.

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

Indignant, Nate says, "I'm the asshole?"

"An asshole. Not the asshole."

"Why am I an asshole?"

"All that time."

Nate shakes his head. "You were worse."

"I don't care." Brad starts to reach for Nate, stops himself, then realizes that he doesn't have to. He reaches for Nate's hip, pulls him into a quick kiss then sits up. "That was pretty sweet of you about the turret, though."

"I was being selfish."

"Still sweet. You wanna get out of here?"

"Yeah." He coughs. "I'm thirsty."

"There's more where that came from."

Nate snorts. "You're driving."

"Of course I'm driving. I'm not leaving my bike here. Think you can hold on."

Nate shoots him a look.

Brad holds up his hands. "Just don't forget your shirt, you look like a bukkake video."

"You're an idiot Brad, but I love you anyway." Nate keeps buttoning his shirt - off by one button.

Brad doesn't say anything. He doesn't blink at Nate's words. He just helps Nate to his feet and dusts the grass off his back. "Come on. We're Oscar Mike."

*end*

I just finished three comments full of Southland porn, so to see this just miraculously fall into my inbox is like A GIFT FROM THE GODS. The gods named K. ::runs off to read::

Brad holds up his hands. "Just don't forget your shirt, you look like a bukkake video."

Oh. Shit. BEST LINE EVER.

Gold fucking star for this. Oh, bless bless bless.

Hell, yeah! Ben really can't get enough, can he?

You know, one of the things I find interesting in your SL stuff, is the dynamic of John [who is the experienced partner] allowing Ben [the inexpereinced] to drive the show and the sexual relationship. It's pretty hot.

In conclusion, slutty Ben is slutty. \o/

I *KNOW*! I am BAD!

But then, I went to the gym and thought to myself, hmm. Brad had all those gfs, right? And Nate hated all of them (except Helen because she didn't think Brad was a big deal). And then I wondered what the hell Brad thought of that? He was probably taking it as some kind of solace - you know, so breaking up with them and ergo the loss of sex was less bad because Nate rilly didn't like his gfs and that probably MEANT SOMETHING.

And then I got sad for poor Brad again. So I resolved to put it out of my mind. That's obviously working well. ::sniffs::

I think I love the "Get Some" 'verse a little too much.

Leaning?

*g* You have no idea how glad I am that that got the hoped for response, instead of a *backing away slowly now*.

Shelley/Byron/Mary Shelley/Polidori.

!!!

The PORN SWAT is just the latest in high-minded literature circles.

Fuck, yeah, dude.

But no, we're like a TV writers room! ::nods:: Not even joking about that, either. Especially you with all your torturing of characters.

Except we're not, ya know, getting paid. That blows.

Mmmm. What about when they're both feeling toppy and kind of... wrestle for it. I haven't seen too much fic along those lines, with actual physical combat between them, mock or not.But that would be... hot.

I am open-minded. I can be convinced of a lot of things when written by the right person. ;-)

::sniffs::

Brad brushes his nose over Nate's cheekbone. Kisses the side of his mouth. "I like you," he says. "The ears are just a bonus."

Aww, boys.

I second this! That would definitely be really hot.

You know, one of the things I find interesting in your SL stuff, is the dynamic of John [who is the experienced partner] allowing Ben [the inexpereinced] to drive the show and the sexual relationship. It's pretty hot.

I think... I think that's something that's very much a John trait. He has absolutely no problem with letting Ben drive the car, because he's getting what he wants anyway about it. And it clearly makes Ben happy. I think if their relationship was truly one of Ben being sort of submissive, then yeah, John'd be driving all over the place, but I see this more as a relationship of equals. Or them trying to get to that place. I think in the series, the little bits of Ben's personality that eek out (the sleeper hold on that guy in the tattoo place) keep flipping John's ideas about him, making him a little bit more open to change.

You do seem rather attached. Is it because you got to see it in the embryonic stages you think?

Well, now. That has set me up for the day rather nicely.

*APPLAUDS LOUDLY*

I think it's the thing about knowing what you want when you're that young. Like, they're in high school. Nothing in hs actually matters, only these two happened upon what they most wanted, chose it (after they figured it out), and so I'm invested in making sure it works out. (As opposed to, ya know, the real world.) No idea what that says about me.

Also, I get all tragic and flaily when they're sad. Just ask L. She knows.

This is what I was getting at upstream somewhere! Who wins that? Who acquiesces? Inquiring minds, man.

I'm working on it. Fucking hell, people give me a second.

I found this and then I lost it and then I found it again. And life was good.

And holy fucking GUH. ::is dead:: With the Ben getting himself ready and then not letting him in and the - yeah. Dead.

I love Olivia, too. Just so you know.

Depends on when and where, I suppose. Who needs it more. For some reason Brad bating Nate into throwing a punch comes to mind first, letting him win for a while, which only pisses Nate more. Not that they're not relatively evenly matched but Brad's been doing this longer, and he's bigger. Nate's fucking quick, though. If it's first time, I see it as Brad fucking Nate into the floor as Nate *never stops struggling* but never says "Stop" (and brad gives him ample opportunity). Established relationship, I'm thinking they keep going (for a *while*, wrestling proper) until they're both covered in sweat and exhausted. And hard. And at some point, Brad's like, I'd rather be fucking, and goes limp. And enjoys the mat beneath him and the pounding of his heart and the buzzing of his skin, and just lies there, lazy and letting himself be spread and gritting his teeth against the sharp thrusts of a Nate who's still too angry to be gentle.

Also, I get all tragic and flaily when they're sad. Just ask L. She knows.

I hadn't noticed ;-)

Olivia is the business. If she does not turn out to be this awesome on the show... I will actually be surprised. They certainly seem to show that Ben and Olivia are close like that.

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