Ah, people. Failing since evolution began.

[hackthis_archive]

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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SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

You can mix them and match them and then undress them for hot porns. \o/

ETA: I have Regina Spektor at home on the iTunes. Remind me later if no one has it for you. :D

Re: SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

It's the smile that keeps getting to Brad.

In Iraq Nate didn't seem to smile much, at least not at other people, but give Brad 20 seconds with his LT -- 15 if he was feeling particularly smooth -- and Nate would smile. Sometimes he'd even laugh. It was like a gift then. Except it was something that Nate was giving to him, not the other way around.

Now that they're stateside, Nate laughs more, smiles more, Brad still watches. Even when Nate's asleep.

Nate rubs his face with his fist, sniffing before opening his eyes. "You're staring at me," he says observantly.

Brad raises an eyebrow. "You were smiling in your sleep."

"I was?"

"Yes, sir, so I would assume it was a good dream. Something pornographic maybe. Something about me sucking you cock."

Nate blinks. "No fooling you, he says with a grin.

Brad pulls the sheets down, away from where they're wrapped around Nate.

He shifts down the bed, wrapping a hand around Nate's cock and stroking leisurely. He's just lowering his head when Nate calls out to him. "I was actually dreaming about the bacon I'm going to have for breakfast, but whatever works for you."

Brad just laughs. "You couldn't even lie to me for ten seconds?"

Nate shrugs. "Guilt during blowjobs is bad."

Re: SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

I LOVE YOU A LOT!

Re: SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[raveninthewind.livejournal.com]

♥!

Re: SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

AW!!! That made me so happy!

Re: SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

I kind of love Nate's smile. And bacon. And blowjobs. So win!

Re: SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

"Guilt during blowjobs is bad."

Yes, because Nate's SUCH a good boy and he don't play that way. ::hearts::

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[lazulus]

♥

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[elizaria.livejournal.com]

Coming back online after being offline for fucking weeks, 7 of them to be exact, and see this as one of the latest post on my flist - whohooo! Like someone just giftwrapped the internet :D

I love the humour you always give your characters. I don't see guyhumour in much fics aka I love your fics and also saw I have lots of Southland from you to read as well. Booyah.

Re: SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[sffan.livejournal.com]

That last line is GOLD. Pure gold.

Re: SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Sometimes when Nate watches Brad, he's staring at something Nate can't see. It doesn't bother him, though. It intrigues him. It's like Brad sees things that are there, hiding in plain sight, and Nate doesn't always have that ability, too mired in walking the thin line between command and his men. Brad doesn't look away from where he's sighting along his weapon, doesn't look away up from where he's lying on the berm.

"You know, sir, you keep standing there like that, we're going to have to paint a big fucking red target on your ass."

"Right." Nate drops down beside him, and they're relatively secluded up here away from the camp, if a couple of yards counts as secluded. "It would probably lower morale for me to get my ass shot off."

"You mean for Bravo Two itself, sir, or just those of us who enjoy your ass?" Brad takes a moment to cast a quick glance at Nate, smiling slightly. "Because it does seem like too fine an ass to lose."

"I'll keep that in mind as well, Sergeant." Nate rolls his neck, head moving from side to side. "What do you see out there?"

Brad seems to understand what Nate means, because he doesn't answer right away, none of the stock responses in military jargon that equal 'jack shit' or 'a whole lot of desert' or 'the most fucked up military operation since the dawn of time'. "History." Brad reaches out and picks up a handful of dirt and lets it fall through his fingers, spinning away in the hot breeze. "Blood."

Nate watches Brad's fingers. "Me too."

"Death." Brad's not quite finished. He's poetic in his way, even though they're just small words that are supposed to be descriptive, but leave everything open to interpretation. He smiles slightly and turns his head toward Nate. "Beauty."

Nate reaches over and touches Brad's lower lip, running the tip of his finger over the dry, chapped skin. "You better be careful, Colbert. You're going to go to my head."

Brad smiles, slow and so knowing that it makes Nate's body flush hot, his cock stiffen, makes him want. "Lie back, sir, and I'd be damn happy to."

Re: SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

*makes happy stupid dolphin noises*

Re: SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

They're such good boys!

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[alethialia.livejournal.com]

"Lie back, sir, and I'd be damn happy to."

LOVE all the innuendo and talking around things and all the implications. You are so very good.

::sends cookies::

Re: SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

They are so good and pretty and wanty. Mmmmmmmm. It's quite possible that Brad wants to do dirty things to Nate, even when they're all philosophical and shit.

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[lazulus]

And you can have a big red heart too, Missy!

♥

Re: SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

::twirls::

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[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Nate reaches over and touches Brad's lower lip, running the tip of his finger over the dry, chapped skin. "You better be careful, Colbert. You're going to go to my head."

Brad smiles, slow and so knowing that it makes Nate's body flush hot, his cock stiffen, makes him want. "Lie back, sir, and I'd be damn happy to."

That is SO money.

Claps like dolphin as well.

Re: SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

I kind of maybe love them a lot. And you. Though there's no "kind of maybe" about that last bit.

::smishes::

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[sparky77.livejournal.com]

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love them and I love you!

Re: SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

::twirls all pretty::

Now, off to edit Southland fic.

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[sffan.livejournal.com]

Oh, this was so lovely. So very, very Brad.

Re: SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

Re: SINCE IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM STARING AT THEM ALL DAY ANYWAY

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

"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.

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[alethialia.livejournal.com]

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.