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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Re: I can't believe this didn't fit in one comment!

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When you run marathons you put KY on your nipples. Trufax. Bloody, chaffed nipples?! SO BAD....

Except Nate wakes up a few hours later, sticky and used and his chest hurts. His nipples are't these pink little centers on his chest, they're these red and purple bruises. Living bruises. They ache when he's just breathing, and his cock stirs, filling as the pain registers in Nate's brain.

He can't help touching, because this is what happens when Brad's home. Nate gets marked. Brad gets marked, but this... this is new.

Nate's cock jerks hard against his thigh as he brushes his left nipple, just the lightest of touches has him arching off the bed. Hissing with the pain.

And all Nate wants is to do it again. Feel what Brad's done to him.

He reaches down again only to find his hand stayed by Brad's fingers around his wrist. "If you break the toys, I don't get to use them again," he teases.

They're angled on the bed in such a way that Nate's head is mostly resting on Brad's shoulder and the edge of Brad's pillow. Nate has to crane his head back to see Brad. Brad whose lips are dry and puffy. Brad -- whose tongue is just a pink hint as he slides it over those same dry lips.

Nate stares. "You sore?" Brad says softly.

Nate tries to inhale but can't quite make the whole effort, so he just nods.

"Would fucking me make it better?" Brad asks.

Nate licks the back of his own teeth. Maybe his voice is hiding back there. He mumbles something and Brad has to move, shift down the bed, get closer to Nate's mouth, closer to Nate's nipples.

Nate looses this whimper when Brad's tongue laves over his bruised chest. It's just the slightest touch, Brad's tongue at his left nipple, but it's too much. Nate grabs at Brad... but his regulation hair is too short to make it work. Instead Nate ends up being restrained by Brad's hands, being rolled onto his back and held down as Brad's slick, wet tongue flickers over his abused and aching nipples.

It's too much, too good. Brad lifts his head, mouth shiny. "I'm going to sit on your face, now. Your choice, my cock in your mouth or your tongue up my ass."

Nate's mouth falls open to reply and Brad smirks. "Then I'll make the choice for you."

Seconds later, Nate's hands are free, which is good, because now he has them wrapped around Brad's thighs, holding Brad in place as Brad writhes above him, jerks himself off, shoving his ass on Nate's tongue, the knuckles of his hand occasionally dragging over Nate's forehead as Brad tugs on his balls, jerks himself off and tries to fuck himself with Nate's mouth.

His nipples still ache, but they're being superceded by Nate's desire to fuck Brad every way possible. To have just as much of this as he can. Above him Brad's cursing up a storm. Talking about Nate's mouth and Nate's tongue and all the ways he wants Nate to fuck him until he can't move at all.

Nate has to stop what he's doing. Has to rather awkwardly roll Brad over until Brad's on his back, and Nate's sprawled between his legs now. He sits up on his heels, fists his own cock, watching Brad touch himself and watching Brad watching him.

Nate can feel the spit on his chin. Taste Brad on his tongue. He braces himself over Brad, rubs the head of his cock behind Brad's balls. "I'm going to fuck you now," he says. "Beg me more it."

He's rewarded by Brad making a choked off noise as he comes all over his fist. Nate grins. "Close enough."

Re: I can't believe this didn't fit in one comment!

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

I hope they have a serious stock of Gatorade in that room. They're going to need some replenishing.

Re: I can't believe this didn't fit in one comment!

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Room service is close enough. Brad gives the waiter $40 just to go down to the hotel gift shop and buy them 3 containers of Gatorade (he's not interested in getting dressed). And it has to be red Gatorade. Not the yellow or orange. Blue's okay though, Brad has a weird thing about watching Nate's tongue turn blue.

Re: I can't believe this didn't fit in one comment!

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

It's like the Kool-Aid fic!!!

Re: I can't believe this didn't fit in one comment!

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I just had this very weird image of Brad using the Gatorade like ice packs on Nate's nipples and then drinking some down just to dribble it on Nate. Swirl it around and see if it stains at all. Lick it off when it pools in Nate's navel.

Poor Nate. So righteously abused in the name of our Brad's kinks.

Re: I can't believe this didn't fit in one comment!

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

his cock stirs, filling as the pain registers in Nate's brain.

Oh, dear...

He reaches down again only to find his hand stayed by Brad's fingers around his wrist. "If you break the toys, I don't get to use them again,"

And that would be a goddamn shame!

Brad making a choked off noise as he comes all over his fist. Nate grins. "Close enough."

...yeah, I'm done.

Re: I can't believe this didn't fit in one comment!

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That's supposed to beg me FOR it. Kind of kills the finish when it's the wrong damn word!

Ah, the problem with me just typing and posting without editing.