Ah, people. Failing since evolution began.

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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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I was aiming for something ~naughty~

[ex-trolleys.livejournal.com]

...and it so went the opposite direction skdjhfh (http://trolleys.fanizzle.org/bradpaper.jpg) (work-safe)

omg I went through like four drafts of B/N pseudo-porn but Nate refused to cooperate. Feel free to write it as porny as you see fit though! :D

Re: I was aiming for something ~naughty~

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

AND THEN I FUCKING DIED!!!

Re: I was aiming for something ~naughty~

[ex-trolleys.livejournal.com]

:D :D

CRAP I FORGOT HIS COFFEE BRB RE-UPLOADING

Re: I was aiming for something ~naughty~

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

You know, it occurred to me as I was pretty much [insert depraved act of choice] over A's story that goes with your art that perhaps I did not properly convey my excitement over the fact that you drew this, so perhaps some of my babbling will convey exactly how awesome you are:

Fluffy kitty goodness! Ninja skills! Glasses! Fluffy fucking slippers! GLASSES! This like the goddamn sound of music up in this bitch and I'm singing these are a few of my favorite things!!!

In short: u iz da man.

Re: I was aiming for something ~naughty~

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

His SLIPPERS have KITTIES!

::is dead::

Re: I was aiming for something ~naughty~

[ex-trolleys.livejournal.com]

Haha, he and Nate are DADT when it comes to those slippers.

Re: I was aiming for something ~naughty~

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I LOVE THE SLIPPER AND TOTALLY WANT TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR THIS. Just as soon as I have some time. Right now I am lacking the time.

Re: I was aiming for something ~naughty~

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Hee! Nate secretly loves them! Brad secretly knows this! There is much mockery and hiding of the slippers, which conveniently gets Nate to bend over a lot.

You should post the image image in a new comment so everyone can see and write porn.

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OH MY GOD! GLASSES! AND HOT! AND GLASSES! AND HOT! (and I think I might be stuck)

Re: I was aiming for something ~naughty~

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it's the glasses, dude. i know. it's like she reached into my head or something.

Re: I was aiming for something ~naughty~

[ex-trolleys.livejournal.com]

Hee, the glasses were totally self-indulgent on my part. Glad you approve! ;)

Re: I was aiming for something ~naughty~

[clear-as-blood.livejournal.com]

I love this a ridiculous amount--the slightly messy hair, glasses, the domesticity of it all.

Also, kitty slippers! ♥

Re: I was aiming for something ~naughty~

[ex-trolleys.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much, I'm glad you like it! :)

Just out of curiosity

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

...what's Brad wearing? Are those blue boxers? Running shorts? Inquiring minds and all. For no purpose at all.

Re: Just out of curiosity

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Boxers baby. Too early to be in runnning shoes unless you're going for a run and nobody eats before they run and if he's just back there's no way is he sitting with that sweat all over his balls unless it involves Nate or war.

Re: Just out of curiosity

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

This is why you're my guru. 'Cause you're wise and shit.

Re: Just out of curiosity

[ex-trolleys.livejournal.com]

Boxers :)

Re: Just out of curiosity

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

and then there was porn

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

It was the glasses, see. Well. And the slippers. The combination of the glasses and the slippers and really, Nate couldn't be held accountable for these things.

He'd been good. Really good. There'd been a gap between his return trip home and his lease on the house he 'd shared with VJ, but that wasn't an issue because he could just crash at a motel. It was fine.

But then Brad found out—of course—and gave Nate that look and then somehow his crap was at Brad's place. Nate suspected Ray. All the talking tricked you into forgetting his ninja skills.

Still, it was...fine. Brad had an extra room and Nate was good with sleeping on a futon on the floor. It beat baked concrete any day.

Nate was assured of this and he was fine, dammit, right until he walked into the kitchen to find Brad reading the paper, wearing glasses. And slippers. With cats on them.

After that, well, who could blame him?

"This is an intriguing morning ritual," Brad said conversationally from where he was perched on top of the kitchen table. After Nate had pushed him onto it. "Not that I'm complaining."

Nate stopped from where he was licking at Brad's collarbone—his wife-beater did nothing to conceal it; Nate couldn't help himself—and met Brad's eyes.

Through glasses, which was just—

"There are cats on your slippers."

Brad raised an eyebrow. Behind glasses, Christ. He was remarkably calm given that his blue boxers were tented and all Nate had done was kiss him, push him onto the table, and start sucking on his collarbone.

Okay, maybe that warranted a hard-on.

"They were a gift from my niece. She's not old enough to have anticipated the pussy jokes."

No, she probably just wanted to outfit Uncle Brad in fluffy kitty goodness. Brad inspired that in children.

"I'm not thinking of pussy," Nate said.

Brad shifted and rubbed his knee against Nate's very hard cock. "I'd hope not."

Nate gripped the edge of the table and shut his eyes. He...really should not be that far gone. That was just sad.

"No, no, don't mind me," Brad said after a moment, making Nate open his eyes and focus.

On Brad, who had one finger rubbing at his collarbone—there'd be a mark there for sure—a finger which was even now covered in the remnants of his Wall Street Journal.

"You've got ink on your fingers," Nate said.

Brad looked at one hand, unconcerned. "Astute observation," he said dryly.

"That'll really make a mess of your white sheets."

Brad looked back to Nate and smirked. And with the glasses it was just—"Now why would I be touching my sheets with such hands?"

"You're right. Better for everyone to just stay here." That settled, Nate shoved Brad's wife-beater up his chest and lowered his mouth so he could suck at Brad's skin. He scraped his teeth along the muscles of Brad's stomach, then paused to flick his tongue into Brad's bellybutton.

Brad sucked in a sharp breath.

Next thing he knew, Brad held Nate's face in his hands and just claimed his mouth—tongue thrusting in to tangle with Nate's, a heated exploration that had Nate moaning and scrabbling for more skin within seconds. Brad refused to let him go, kept biting at Nate's lips, sucking on one and then the other before kissing him deeply again.

kind of a lot of porn

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Nate grabbed his thighs and hauled Brad close, right to the edge of the impressively sturdy table, close enough to grind their cocks together as Brad tongue-fucked his mouth. His glasses pressed uncomfortably between them. Nate intercepted the hand on its way to move them.

"No, leave them on," he panted against Brad's mouth.

Brad smirked. "Like those, do you?" He wrapped his legs around Nate's hips and kind of rocked into him. Nate heard the dull thwap that indicated a slipper had lost its fight with gravity.

Nate groaned and moved with Brad, but wait, that wasn't what he wanted. With a frustrated sound he stepped back—

Or tried to, anyway. Brad's legs were solid around him, didn't give an inch. Nate shoved at them, to no avail.

Nate could see a question in Brad's eyes and—right, he could've misinterpreted that, Nate had kinda jumped him out of nowhere and all. So Nate leaned close again, looked Brad in the eyes and said, "I want to get on my knees and suck your cock."

Brad blinked. Behind glasses.

He let his legs fall, doubt effectively extinguished. "When you put it like that."

Nate quirked a grin at him and did just as he said—he dropped to his knees and released Brad's cock from its confines. He didn't tease, just sucked the head into his mouth and looked up at Brad.

Who still wore his glasses, lips parted, all shiny and red, and who looked down at Nate like he was some kind of revelation.

Nate sucked, cheeks hollowing, and Brad made a soft sound, hand coming to grip the back of Nate's neck. "Fuck, Nate."

Nate hmmed and went down, adjusting to the feel of him in his mouth—he hadn't done this in a long time—then back up, tongue playing along the underside, sweeping over the head. He established an easy rhythm, sinking down and then back up, taking a little more each time. No way he'd be deep-throating today; that had been a very long time ago and Nate didn't want to end up choking.

Of course Brad was well-hung; Nate hadn't expected anything less.

Not that he'd been thinking about this.

The next time he sank down, lips almost meeting the fist he had wrapped around the base, Brad's hand tightened in the hair at the back of his neck. It had grown enough now; Brad could do that.

Nate hmmed a question; Brad shuddered all over.

Now that was promising.

"You—have done this before," Brad muttered.

Nate pulled off, stroking to mollify Brad in the interim, and grinned. "What, I can't be a prodigy?"

"Is that what you are, Nate? A cock-sucking prodigy?" As he asked, he brushed his fingers over Nate's lips, no doubt swollen and redder than usual.

Nate nipped at them, then grinned when Brad pressed at his mouth, undeterred. "Could be. Either that or the boyfriend I had in college."

Brad's eyes darkened and his hand went to the back of Nate's neck again. "Stop dicking around," he said, gruff.

rilly a lot of porn

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Nate smirked and sketched off a piss-poor salute. "Yes, sir." He bent his head before Brad could respond, took him in his mouth and went all the way down, humming along the way. He rolled Brad's balls in one hand, then explored just behind, making Brad gasp and widen his legs even more. Nate quickened his pace, stroking a finger back and forth behind Brad's balls, intent on driving Brad out of his mind.

He lasted an admirably long time. Eventually, though, Brad gave up on control. He grabbed Nate's head and thrust up into his mouth. Nate had been expecting it, pinned a hip with one hand, but for the most part let Brad set the rhythm. He let Brad use his mouth, looked up and watched Brad bite his lip, felt it when he faltered, the moaned "Nate," all the warning he got before Brad came in his mouth.

Nate swallowed, somewhat inelegant about it, but Brad didn't seem to mind. He grunted and pulled Nate up, licking at the come on his chin and then following the trail into Nate's mouth. He got a hand in Nate's pants, gripped his cock hard and tight, and then Nate was the one moaning, panting "fuck, Brad, yes," into Brad's mouth as he jerked him into an all-too-quick release.

Obviously, they needed to do that again. A lot.

Nate panted, propped against Brad and the table. He watched as Brad pulled his hand out. At Brad's tongue lapping the come from his fingers, Nate hissed Brad's name. His dick twitched.

Fuck.

Brad grinned, wicked, then pulled Nate into another kiss, seeming unconcerned by the spilled coffee, newspaper a shambles, the structural integrity of his table...

Actually, Nate didn't care about those things, either. Huh.

"That's not sanitary," Nate said eventually.

Brad asked the question with his eyes, so Nate waved to his hand. "You still had newspaper ink all over your hands."

"You object more to me ingesting ink than your come?" Brad asked.

"Well, when you put it like that it sounds silly."

Brad grinned and pulled Nate into a sloppy, wet, involved kiss. When he pulled back he smirked. "There, now we're both unsanitary. Come along, sir." He hopped off the table and headed toward his room, still wearing only one slipper. "Out of the goodness of my heart I will allow you to use my shower so you can scrub away the evils wrought by reading the paper. I'll even wash mine, too. I promise they'll be spotless before I shove them inside you and make you moan like a little bitch." His eyes glittered when he looked back at Nate.

"Well, when you put it like that."

***

Why can't I be this productive on my epics? ::pouts::

Re: kind of a lot of porn

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Who still wore his glasses, lips parted, all shiny and red, and who looked down at Nate like he was some kind of revelation.

I don't think I could properly type the noise I made, insert your [sexually depraved wanton noise of choice here].

And dude, Brad was so not feeling the 'blah blah blah college boyfriend thing.' So possessive. So understandable really.

Re: and then there was porn

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Nate suspected Ray. All the talking tricked you into forgetting his ninja skills.


That fact that Nate not only thinks, but recognizes that Ray has ninja skills fills me with unspeakable glee. GLEE YO! Fluffy kitty goodness! Ninja skills! Glasses! Fluffy fucking slippers! GLASSES! This like the goddamn sound of music up in thsi bitch and I'm singing these are a few of my favorite things!!!

Re: I was aiming for something ~naughty~

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Brad’s not surprised when he wakes up and finds Grace sitting on the end of the bed. He and Nate learned quickly that morning sex wasn’t going to be possible so long as Grace is in the house. “Hey, LT.” He sits up and rubs his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “Where’s Uncle Nate?”

She looks toward the door where Nate’s standing. Nate nods once and Grace turns back to Brad and starts singing. “Hap’ birfday to ooooo.”

Brad clamps his lips together to keep from laughing as she goes all the way through the song. He doesn’t dare look at Nate. “Wow. When did you learn that?”

“Unca Nate teached me!”

“Did he?” Brad cocks an eyebrow at Nate who shrugs, failing to look innocent.

“Present, Daddy!” Grace bounces, slapping the comforter. “Present!”

Brad looks back at Nate. “You know it’s not actually my birthday, right?”

“You have duty on your birthday.” Nate smiles, shrugs again. “We’re being proactive.”

“Present!” Grace snaps like an order.

“She needs to stop hanging out with you.” Brad quirks a smile. “She’s getting bossy.”

“Yeah, sorry. I think that’s an inherited trait.” Nate comes over and sits on the edge of the bed, his thigh next to Brad’s hand. Brad brushes his fingers against Nate’s skin just below the hem of his boxers. “Okay, Grace.”

“Yay!” She slithers off the bed and disappears into the hallway.

“Sneaky.” Brad grabs Nate’s t-shirt in his fist and tugs him in for a kiss, hot and hungry and far too short.

“You’ll get my present later,” Nate promises against Brad’s mouth. “Though topping her gift is going to be tough.”

“According to my data, you do just fine topping.” Brad laughs and kisses him again. “Should I be afraid?”

“A big, burly Marine like you?” Nate pulls back, grinning. “You bet your ass.”

“Can’t do that. My ass is someone else’s property.” Brad rubs a thumb over Nate’s lower lip.

“Your present’s already bought and paid for. Don’t even try to butter me up.”

“Butter, huh? Kinky.”

“Daddy! Present!” Grace runs back into the room carrying a box almost as big as her. She narrowly avoids slamming into the doorframe, dodging at the last minute.

“Swear to god, sometimes the only way to explain her is that she’s part Ray Person.” Brad shakes his head as Nate hoists Grace and the box up onto the bed. Grace shoves the box at Brad, tripping on the bedspread, tumbling, box and all, into Brad’s lap.

Nate bites back a grin. “I’m beginning to think her name’s a little ironic.”

Brad smiles and settles Grace on one leg. “Don’t listen to Uncle Nate. He’s teasing you, and you’re not allowed to kick his butt yet.” He wraps an arm around her and looks the box over. “New motorcycle?”

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Grace laughs. “No, Daddy! It’s…”

“No, let me guess. Hmm.” He furrows his brow as he looks at the box then gives her a smile. “A new TV?”

“No! Daddy! You’re silly!”

“There’s an adjective I wouldn’t have ever thought to hear in conjunction with you.” Nate trails his fingers lightly over the bedspread, tracing Brad’s knee.

“I’m an enigma.” Brad fingers the bow. “Like to keep things interesting.”

“Oh, there was never any danger of this not being interesting.” Nate gets up and moves to his side of the bed, sitting next to Grace. “You’d better open that before she has a fit and hides under the bed again.”

“Aye, aye.” Brad sets Grace between them and pulls the bow off, placing it on Nate’s head. Nate smirks and passes it down to Grace. The pale pink matches the textured bottom of her footie pajamas.

“Open, Daddy!” Brad follows orders, pulling the paper apart where it’s joined by the tape. Grace climbs into Nate’s lap, leaning against his arm as he tries to keep her from falling forward. “LT help it, Daddy!”

“Open the box, Brad.” Nate’s eyes are dancing and Brad pauses for a minute to lean in and kiss him. Nate hums against his mouth, smiling as Brad pulls back and drops a kiss on the top of Grace’s head.

“You want to help, monkey?”

Nate lets go and Grace opens the box, digging out sheet after sheet of pink tissue paper in every hue imaginable, flinging them everywhere until the bedroom looks like a Pepto Bismol factory exploded. “Kate helped.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed,” Brad’s voice is dry as he pushes the paper to the floor. “Apparently she’s still dangerous 1200 miles away.”

“Your sister, the long-range weapon.”

Grace has crawled halfway inside the box, and Brad carefully eases her out and back onto the bed. He reaches in and frowns slightly when his hand encounters the contents. He eases them free, his eyes widening. “Wow. Well.”

“Kitty! Kitty!” Grace grabs the blue slippers and crawls under the covers, heading down toward Brad’s feet.

“Kitty slippers?” Brad’s dry tone causes Nate’s smile to widen.

“She picked them out all by herself. Running around the store shouting, ‘Pussy! Pussy!’ So if Child Protective Services calls…”

Brad lifts up the covers and looks at Grace, tongue sticking out as she determinedly tries to get the slippers on Brad’s feet. “You okay, LT?”

She nods and giggles. “Daddy has funny feet.”

“They’re ticklish, too,” Nate informs her.

“Oh. You did not just…” Brad starts laughing as Grace’s stubby fingers graze over the soles of his feet. He shifts back down onto the mattress and grabs Nate and kisses him, burying the sound in Nate’s mouth, doing his best not to squirm away from Grace.

“Tickle Daddy! Tickle, Uncle Nate! Tickle Daddy!”

“No! No!” Brad’s gasping with laughter as Nate’s fingers move to skate over his sides. “I surrender!”

Nate laughs. “You surrender? How did you make it through BRC again?”

Brad eases away from Nate and lifts the covers again, watching Grace as she puts the slippers on his feet – on the wrong feet – before crawling up between them. She squeezes between them where she can, snuggling up on Brad’s chest along the curve of Nate’s body where he lies against Brad, head on his shoulder. Brad reaches out and brushes Grace’s hair off her forehead, then does the same to the mussed strands that shade Nate’s eyes. “Sometimes surrendering means you win.”

“Cake now?” Grace asks with a yawn.

“Pretty soon, baby girl,” Brad promises, moving them closer to Nate. He closes his eyes as Grace snuggles between them. “Pretty soon.”

**