hackthis_archive | 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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It's the smallest fucking picture ever. Brad doesn't rememeber taking it. He probably didn't. He can't even figure out how Nate got it. Probably from Poke who probably got it from Lilley, who videotaped the entire war and should probably get a job as a cameraman for CNN.

The photo is there though. Hidden through like eighteen different folders, but it's proof.

Of all the things Brad's found snooping around on Nate's laptop this is the only thing that tells him anything. Even Nate's manuscript for his book is carefully devoid of any recognizable descriptions anywhere. About him. About them. Not that there's a them.

Brad looks at the thumbnail photo. It's just him. It's him shirtless true, but it was about 130 degrees every fucking day, he had to take off his shirt sometimes just to stop smelling himself.

He looks up from the laptop when Nate clears his throat, beer on offer in his outstretched hand. Brad looks from the beer to Nate's face and smiles toothily. "What?" Nate says suspiciously.

Brad spins the computer 180 degrees on his lap. "Nice photo," he says benignly.

Nate narrows his eyes, leans in a little more. Brad sees it when Nate's hand tightens around the beer, even if his smile is deceptively bland. "Looking at photos of yourself, Brad? Feeling a little narcissitic today?"

Brad shakes his head, lifts the laptop away from him before setting it on the coffee table. "Try again, sir."

"I'm not your comanding officer anymore," Nate reminds him, taking a step back when Brad gets to his feet. Unfurling himself to strike.

Brad nods his head, takes the beer out of Nate's hand and sets next to the laptop. "That's a bad idea," Nate says, gesturing to the beer. "If it spills and I lose my manuscript, I'm going to kill you."

Brad takes a step forward. "You have your book backed up on two separate hard drives and a upload site on the internet. I checked."

Nate shakes his head with a laugh. "So fucking nosy."

"Recon Marine, sir. Plus, if you have things on the internet, people are going to find them. Like that photo of me."

"That wasn't on the intern-- shit."

Brad smiles sharply. "I know."

Nate swallows, lifts his head, chin out defiantly. Daring Brad to say something. And this -- this is what burns low in Brad's gut late at night when he's in the barracks and Nate's across the pond.

This is what he's been waiting for. This sign.

He licks his lips, staring blatantly at Nate's mouth. "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.

Brad steps in, closes the space between them. He leans down into Nate's space until they're nose to nose, until Brad's lips are brushing against Nate's mouth and they're sharing the same air. "I'm going to kiss you now," he says softly. "And it's going to blow your fucking mind. And then I'm going to suck your cock and you're going to stand here and watch, going to touch me, make all those pornographic noises that I've been thinking about. And then -- then I'm going to get you naked, and I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to come again, going to come all over my stomach just so you can lick it off afterwards. Just so you know that this is me and not some goddamn photo."

Nate's smile is all teeth. All predator. "Then what the hell are you waiting for?"

I love that Brad snoops through Nate's computer and that Nate *knows* he's going to. These boys, so subterfuge-ious. Just admit you want to fuck as much as we want you to, and it's all good.

Also, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

And now off to edit Southland fic.

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.

HAHAHA. Dear Brad, plz to never stop hacking Nate's shit!

Am dead from the dirty talk. <3<3<3

Ah, people. Failing since evolution began.

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