Yeah. I thought of Trombley, but there is no way I am writing anything having to do with Trombley, so it's an empty threat. And writing about people mean to Ray is probably harder on me than it is on him. So in conclusion, I can't control Ray.

But now I am thinkin of alerna sex pollen fic where it's slow acting and only infecting Brad and Nate and they are trying to go about their lives and all they can think of is dragging the other one off and having ridiculously filthy sex and at first they don't realize that anything is wrong because that's what they are both always thinking of anyway, but the need just keeps on building and building and they honestly worry that they are going to go insane and then Nate just finally snaps and drags Brad off and they don't even manage to get any clothes off, Nate just kind of yanks at Brad's pants until he's able to get Brad's dick out and Brad isn't helping at all because he's too busy trying not to come at the sight of Nate on his knees in front of him. And Brad is still trying to maintain some sort of control, but Nate is just kind of grabbing at him and making desperate noises and not even actually sucking at Brad's cock, but just sort of desperately mouthing at it, and Brad's all "this is crazy. we need to stop. I'm going to hurt you." and Nate's all "if you don't fuck my face this second, I will kill you." And Brad would STILL being trying to maintain some sort of control because he's Brad and Nate would be all "Fuck this," and try to pull Brad's pants down further and Brad would be all "Sir? Sir?" and Nate would be all, "Shut the fuck up Brad and let me suck your dick. And if you behave, I'll fuck you when I'm done."