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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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Yurrrrrr.

(Also, if you have beta questions or just want to throw things at me, I am around).

RYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN!

Did you watch the video. He's in a suit. And he plays the PIANOOOOOO!!

(hopelessly fangirls)

"Look at that. The LT, all by his lonesome," Brad said, leaning his weapon against the victor's wheel and propping himself against the cooling metal of the Humvee.

Nate looked up from his map, but left his red flashlight on. "I put Christeson and Stafford on watch with Doc." Nate said it with amusement, like an offering, and an offering it was.

Brad leveled his gaze. "You've been hiding a sadistic streak under all that concern, with none the wiser." He paused a beat. "I have deep respect."

"Spending much time thinking about my sadistic streak, are we?"

"Just when it's an altar boy with a cocksucker's mouth. You're the only one of those around here."

Nate thrust out his bottom lip in exaggerated contemplation. "So you have a type. Good to know."

"Cocktease," Brad muttered, watching Nate bite his bottom lip.

"How do you figure?"

"Your mouth is pretty blatant."

"But a tease implies a lack of follow-through. You've never bothered to ask."

He scoffed. "The Iceman doesn't ask. People drop to their knees spontaneously."

Nate's eyes flicked down Brad's frame. "Not to doubt your charms, Brad, but four days of stewing in your own juices doesn't exactly make that an appealing option."

"Ahh, the prissy Ivy fuck reveals himself," Brad said sagely.

Nate stepped in, close. "Besides, when I do follow through, I want time—to explore, to find out what makes you moan, what makes you beg."

"Beg?" Brad asked thickly. The disbelief he'd aimed for was completely absent from his tone. Fuck.

"Yes, Brad, beg. Beg me to suck you or fuck you or do whatever I want so long as I let you come. Which you will while shouting my name. In the meantime, there are better uses for my mouth." Nate didn't move back, simply watched him expectantly.

Brad was pretty fuckin' sure his voice was gonna fail him, so he stayed silent.

Nate quirked an eyebrow. "Not gonna ask?"

Fuck. Of course Nate would push the issue. Brad cleared his throat. "If you've got intel, Nate, I'm sure you'll advise accordingly."

Nate's lips quirked. He grabbed Brad's vest, pulling him close. His tongue darted out and licked at Brad's bottom lip, once, light. Brad sucked in a startled breath and licked his lips.

He could feel Nate's exhaled laugh against his mouth. Then Nate did it again, this time dipping inside Brad's parted lips to tease his tongue.

Done with the bullshit teasing, Brad crushed their mouths together, bit at those full lips of his, because fuck yes, Nate did have a talented little mouth and Brad wanted to absolutely obscene things with it. To it.

He rhythmically thrust his tongue in, Nate's groan something he could taste, but he must be losing it because only then did he notice that Nate hands were slipping into his clothes, under, finding skin. Finding very important skin; Brad swallowed a gasp when Nate's hand wrapped around his cock and stroked once.

"You're quiet," Nate murmured against his mouth, stroking his cock as Brad dug through his clothes to return the favor. "Think I'll enjoy making you yell."

The words went straight through him, the pleasure of Nate's hand suddenly flaring bright, unavoidable. Fuck, this wasn't gonna take long.

Brad gripped Nate's cock, jerked his hand up once, palming the slick head, before wrapping around him again. Nate made some kind of soft sound and his rhythm faltered.

"Me, Nate? I do believe you'll be the one yelling." He stroked him hard, fast, enough to get his breathing shaky in seconds.

Then he stopped. "Not gonna ask?" Brad taunted, licking at Nate's mouth.

Nate bit at his tongue. "Shut the fuck up and get me off," Nate growled. Then he fused their mouths together again and firmed his own grip.

Brad's vision wavered as heat pulsed through him. But the urgency of that tone demanded obedience, so he moved his hand and fucked into Nate's fist and sucked on his tongue until he felt Nate shuddering under him, felt his fingers reflexively tighten—

Then Brad, too, was coming in a mindless rush—silent and still and all over Nate's hand.

Nate slowed his strokes and Brad followed suit, echoes of pleasure curling in his gut. They breathed in unison, into each other's mouths, and Nate made another of those sounds when Brad's hand got to be too much.

Brad wanted to haul him into the back of the Humvee, strip off his clothes and lick him everywhere, see what else could garner that sound. He was pretty sure that by the end of it he wouldn't be the one begging...but Nate didn't need to know that. Yet.

GUH.

Also, I love that there's a porn battle going on for GK and we're all over here in

hackthis's journal writing comment porn. Sounds like fucked up SOP to me. :)

Shosh is gonna fucking murder me, but it's FOR YOU! And that trumps, y'know, everything else ever.

Because I'm crafty like that, yo.

Plus, it's for a good cause. C'mon.

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I got distracted writing porn and then came back to find this. Holy fucking GOD!

::loves::

And of course Brad finds it. Silly Nate, thinking he wouldn't. Or perhaps an unconscious desire for him to? Hmm.

"You could have the real thing," he says. "It's better thsn the photo."

Nate blinks, eyes wide. "Brad." His voice is everything, a warning, a plea, an offer.

Holy fucking GUH. Perfect. I heart you like whoa.

the sun's glinting off the sheen of sweat covering his body like he's some sort of Adonis, some god descended from on high to grace Nate's jack sessions.

That's EXACTLY how he looks!

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"I wouldn't put it past me, sir."

::dies of love:: So. Fucking. GOOD.

Wow. I didn't need my brain anyway.

That's my response to everything in this post! ::twirls::

Boys are hot, yes. Mmmm.

Find me more photos and I'll write you more. I'm more of a visual person.

Southland is also welcome! I'm just saying.

"Get out of the hole, Brad."

Z, I'd like to remind you that you asked.

You know what someone needs to write? (and by "someone" I might also mean me) - Brad getting *pissed* about Nate pulling rank on him when he's actually trying to do something *good*, and then angry, aggressive sex. Yes. Please.

Also, proof! Stark's eyes are GREEN!

Edited 2009-07-15 23:43 (UTC)

And Nate being *pissed* right back because no amount of good is gonna make up for this clusterfuck and Nate likes Brad's bits where they are, thanks.

Brad's supposed to be doing something right now. Something involving something technical. Possibly something live saving. He doesn't really know. Doesn't much care. The LT's talking to Wynn about 20 yards away. Brad doesn't know what it is. He could probably guess if he wanted to, but with the way the LT's bent over the hood of his Humvee, with the way his ass looks in his MOPP suit, Brad's got much more important things on his mind. Like the way the LT's ass is going to look naked. The way he's going to feel when Brad's got two fingers in side of him, three, the way Brad's going to eat his ass and lick him open until the LT's just this sobbing mess of Marine and Ivy League cocksucker that will do anything Brad says. Yeah, the LT's good at taking orders. At least with Brad he'll like what he's doing.

Open now.

Suck here.

Lick this.

Suck your spunk off my fingers.

Bend over so I can fuck you with this 12 inch dildo that I picked up on libo in Australia.

Yeah, Brad can just see the LT stretched around the dildo now. The flush in his face, the way he's going to gasp for air, the desperate way he's doing to moan when Brad refuses to let him come.

Brad would bet his combat pay that the LT naked and sweaty and covered in his come is going to be a thing of beauty and a joy forever as his mom used to say.

Person interrupts Brad's thoughts. "What the fuck are you so happy about? Somebody come along and suck your cock while I was dealing with Casey Kasem's bullshit, because Brad, I gotta tell you, I can't believe you didn't let your pal Ray-Ray get some too."

Brad smirks, and right on cue, the LT stands up. He looks around as though he just knows somebody's watching him. Brad glances over at Ray and smiles broadly. "If you want to fuck your mom, that's your business, but she said I was plenty."

Edited 2009-07-15 23:40 (UTC)

Clearly Matt was a nice country boy who had been lured into the city my the promise of opportunity, and in theory, being advisor to crown prince (Matt was just supposed to call him Brad. It was the first thing the prince had said to him. He'd had given Matt a sleazy smile, shook his hand, and said, "Hi. Yes, it's true that I'm the crown price, and I can have you killed at any moment if you displease me, and you are legally required to cater to my every whim, but I'm really not one for formality, so just call me Brad) meant that he had succeeded beyond his wildest expectations.

However, what the job ended up entailing was tying the stupid crown prince's shoes and making sure he didn't injure himself. The only thing that made the job bearable was George. If he listend to court gossip, which he didn't, except when he was really, really bored, George and the crown prince used to have some sort of thing that endly badly. Matt had trouble believing this because George was awesome and capable of tying on his shoes, but most people agreeed that there had definitely been a thing, and then there wasn't a thing, and no one was talking about it. The story that was currently the most popular was that Brad had cheated on George with some visiting princess, and George had poisoned Brad with lead (thus explaining Brad's trouble with the concept of shoe laces and also the drooling) and then felt guilty about the whole thing, so stuck around advising Brad as his penance.

Matt told George about that story and George had laughed for an hour straight. He didn't deny the story, though.

Brad's brilliant idea for the future of the country was marijuana crops. It wasn't a bad idea, but their climate was exactly the wrong type, and their soil was all wrong. Matt had suggested mushrooms, but Brad had glared at him and told him that mushrooms just weren't sexy. He then ordered them to research climate changing machines and soil importing.

When George got drunk he would tell Matt that he stuck around because he was planning a Coup. He was just waiting for Brad to become King do it. He promised that when he became King, Matt could be his Queen. Matt laughed when he said that, but he had a feeling George was actually being serious. Small town boy goes to big city and becomes Queen did have a nice ring to it. He would never have to tie another shoelace again.

I'm going to make George shove that lint roller up your ass.
HA! kinky!

This one is just calling out for sex pollen fic.

::supports this idea heartily::

One... OH MY GOD...hot!!!
Two... RAY!!!
Three... I am supposed to be working now. Oh well.

Since you wanted Southland...

HOLY SHIT! This whole post is killing me!

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Hotass smirky Brad

pushy, bitchy Nate

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Beverly Hills cop

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