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.

Comments

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

This whole thread is such a plethora of guh, I'm not sure if I have anything left I want. Well, that's a lie, but, you know. You could always do that Nate getting pissed off at Brad during "Bomb in the Garden" for risking his life and being an idiot. There could be hands involved in that. Angry pointing and gesturing and stabbing Brad in the chest with them. Yes.

::uses Ioan icon, because he also has nice fingers::

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

You could always do that Nate getting pissed off at Brad during "Bomb in the Garden" for risking his life and being an idiot. There could be hands involved in that. Angry pointing and gesturing and stabbing Brad in the chest with them. Yes.

I wrote that! But you want more.

Fine. I will ponder.

*pokes Brad* C'mon, come talk to me. Shut about your chafing dick. You're the one who said I was ignoring him. That I never let him play like the other kids. And now you're complaining. Whatever, at least you don't have Nate's nipples -- it could be worse.

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Did you? I thought you wrote Brad getting pissed at Nate. All the porn! She blends together in my tiny brain!

Or, you know, I'm pretty easy to please. Maybe "Get Some"'s Brad watching Nate play with the football, tossing it, cradling it, all those sorts of things. The first time he jerks off thinking about Nate? Mmmmmmmmmmmm.

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Did so. Right here (). But I see you want something more. I will ponder. I like the Get Some idea. Like a lot.

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Like maybe Brad's lying there on the grass, watching Nate play with the ball and maybe they're in a group, and Nate's with Natalie and stuff and they're all just talking and having a good time, but Brad's eyes keep going back to Nate's hands on the ball. And then that night when he's trying to go to sleep and he's just going to jack off to ease this tension that's all coiled inside him, and the first thing that comes to mind is Nate's hands, his long fingers, the way they curled around the football, around his soda can, around the hot dog.

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmmm. Yes to this. Because, see, Get Some? All from Nate's POV. And poor Brad is pining and jerking off to his bff for YEARS.

Well, actually, no. That's way too angsty. But it's pretty in bits and pieces.

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Brad gets a ride home from the picnic with one of the seniors, knowing better than to ask Nate for a ride. Getting a ride with Nate is getting a ride with Natalie, and Brad's already had more than enough of that than he can stand. It's not even deliberate anymore, not like it was when they first started going out. Back then, Natalie made sure that Brad saw every touch, every kiss. Now she doesn't seem to care - she's claimed her territory, planted her flag - and Brad doesn't matter. She's won.

Brad closes the door to his room and shoves the chair under the knob. His parents and sisters always mean well, but sometimes he's a little lost in the midst of them. Just enough of an outsider that he needs this private time, this space. He falls back on his bed, kicking his flip flops off, and lies there, arm over his forehead, staring at his ceiling. There are glow-in-the-dark stars up there, arranged in precise constellations. He and Nate had spent hours in seventh grade with Brad's protractor and graph paper and Nate's telescope getting them just right. Only Virgo was wrong, since that was when they'd gotten in the argument over whether or not Missy was a virgin and Nate had tackled Brad to the floor and they'd lost three stars somewhere and couldn't ever find them.

Pretty much every memory Brad has is connected to Nate, and everything before Nate doesn't seem to matter. The problem is that his "before Nate" and "after Nate" has been subdivided into "before Natalie" and "after Natalie". Even today - what should have been an awesome day of throwing the ball and seeing who could do the stupidest frisbee tricks was marred by Nate's half-assed tosses because he was too busy kissing Natalie to throw the fucking ball.

"Shit." Brad kicks at the end of his bed and collapses back onto the pillow. "Stupid fucking..." He bites off the words and closes his eyes. This is his own fault, as far as having...feelings for someone can be his fault. But Nate is his and it bothers the hell out of him that Nate doesn't know it, doesn't get it. Hell, even Natalie gets it otherwise she wouldn't give a shit about rubbing it in.

He grabs the pillow from beneath his head and starts to toss it, wanting to vent at something, to rail at the universe, but instead he just clutches it tight to his chest. Something wells up in his throat and he shakes his head, closing his eyes tightly. He's not going to do this bullshit. He's not going to give in to this. Nate will figure it out - whatever it is - and everything will go back to normal.

Normal. Where it's just Brad and Nate, like two musketeers, doing everything together. Brad turns on his side, the pillow pressed against him and slips his hand down inside his shorts. More and more the everything he wants to do with Nate ends like this, with his hand on his cock and imagining Nate there beside him, imagining it's Nate's body instead of the pillow that he's grinding against. This part isn't normal, it's new, but it's good. It takes Brad's breath away to picture Nate against him, his dick hard against Brad's. To turn all the times he's seen Nate's dick into the reality of it wrapped in his hand.

He closes his eyes, breath catching, as he rocks into his fist. He can see Nate from the afternoon - hair catching the sun and shining, green eyes flashing with humor, his mouth curved in a smile right before he leaned in to... Brad cuts off the thought, going back to Nate's hands around his soda can, around the football. Long, tapered fingers that would wrap all the way around Brad's dick, would stroke him with the same smooth pumping motion that sends passes flying down the field.

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Brad ducks his head, breathing hard into the pillowcase as his thumb slides across the head, and the drop of precome reminds him of Nate's tongue darting out to lick the drop of ketchup off his wrist. Biting the pillow, Brad concentrates on the ridge, rubbing it until it feels nearly raw from his grip, desperate and too tight. He wants to come, wants to feel himself spurt in his palm and then jack himself again with it, think about stroking Nate's spunk over his cock. He comes then, his whole body jerking and leaving him spent, still too close to the edge to let go and introduce a whole new set of sensations.

Instead Brad closes his eyes and curls in on the pillow, cock still in his fist. He needs to move, needs to clean himself up, but for right now he just wants to lie here and think about Nate, get it out of his system before he risks sneaking over to the Fick house and crawling through Nate's window, hoping that Nate's alone, hoping Nate's waiting for him.

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

::makes little breathy sigh::

Oh, L..., this is just... *waves hand around vaguely* I don't even know. This whole scene is just so incredibly poignant. Natalie's pointedly 'mine!' behavior, Nate's distraction, the way Brad feels that distraction acutely when he's so used to being the only planet in Nate's orbit, the star constellations that they did with the protractor -- my heart kind of stuttered at the perfection of that.

Pretty much every memory Brad has is connected to Nate, and everything before Nate doesn't seem to matter. The problem is that his "before Nate" and "after Nate" has been subdivided into "before Natalie" and "after Natalie". Even today - what should have been an awesome day of throwing the ball and seeing who could do the stupidest frisbee tricks was marred by Nate's half-assed tosses because he was too busy kissing Natalie to throw the fucking ball.

This paragraph is just stunning. And now I'm like "see, this is what happens when you let L play in your sandbox, she creates something beautiful and you feel like a hack!" and yet, I am okay with that, because I can see Brad with this pillow, feel his want, oh shit. Why do you make me look so bad and not even care?

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

First of all - Pfffft. Like you said to me the other day, we all have our things. One of my fortes is that I can angst shit up like nobody's business. I take that side of things (which isn't to say you don't because there's some majorly painful and poignant things in "Get Some" that you brought on your own damn self) and bring it to the fore, and that's all.

Also, did I mention I have a thing about the pining?

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

::sniffs:: See what you did there? You went and took me to the sad place of Brad pining and being both bitter and in denial and just - ::flails::

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Calm yourself. I am writing Southland filth at the moment, but I have some resolution to this little scene that's impatiently banging on the door where Ben and John are fucking and telling them to hurry up.

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

YOU STARTED IT!

Here, let me quote: Mmmmmmm. Yes to this. Because, see, Get Some? All from Nate's POV. And poor Brad is pining and jerking off to his bff for YEARS.

Well, actually, no. That's way too angsty. But it's pretty in bits and pieces.

I rest my case.

Part I (GS middle scene for L)

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It's three o'clock in the morning.

The sky is awash with stars, the moon hanging bright in the night sky. Brad and Nate are lying on their backs in the Colberts backyard, Nate's head resting on Brad's stomach, Brad's fingers tangled in his hair. Brad's half-hard, but he's been that way since he got home, since he walked into his parents house 36 hours ago and Nate was sitting at the kitchen table with his mom drinking lemonade, chocolate icing smeared at the corners of his mouth.

The grass tickles Brad's skull, not much opportunity to lie in the grass at Pendleton.

The air is cool, crisp. During the day it's muggy, but when the sun goes down and the ocean currents wash away the haze, it's like this, a slight chill undercutting everything.

Brad's had two days of leave since Nate got home six weeks ago. If he's lucky he might get to see Nate one more time before Nate goes back to Hanover to start his junior year at the end of August.

"You tired?" Brad asks quietly. "I know you college boys like to be in bed by nine."

Nate laughs softly. Turning his face into Brad's hand, his nose brushing the inside of Brad's wrist. "College boys are in bed by nine-thirty; you must've missed the memo."

"Is that why you're using me like a pillow?" Brad asks, brushing the hair off Nate's face. It's a small thing, but this is the sort of sensory memory that keeps him going when Nate's 3000 miles away.

Nate pokes him in the side lightly. "Kind of hard to be a pillow."

Brad can't help the bark of laughter that escapes, and then Nate's there, astride his hips, hand over Brad's mouth. "If you wake your parents up, you can explain us lying in the backyard like a pair of homeless shoes."

Brad licks his palm and Nate rocks back against Brad's dick. Brad licks him again and Nate lifts his hand, leaning down to give Brad just a brief brush of his lips.

Brad growls in the back of his throat as Nate pulls back, his mouth curling upwards.

"My pillows don't tend to growl," Nate says thoughtfully.

"It's all your fault. Do you know how many of my pillows you ruined?"

Nate blinks, Brad shuts his mouth. Damn Nate and his ability to just get Brad to just say all the things he's thinking. Mostly when he doesn't want to.

Nate grinds down again and Brad has to hold him there, feel Nate's ass pressing against his thighs. "Tell me about the pillows," Nate coaxes, hands shoving Brad's shirt up his chest, thumbs circling Brad's nipples.

"No," Brad's breath catches as Nate twists his left nipple.

"What was that?" Brad turns his head to the side to get away from Nate's inquisitive eyes, his hips lifting up automatically as Nate leans in and tugs on Brad's earlobe with his teeth. "Tell me."

Brad's hands slide back to Nate's ass, squeeze, knead the muscles there. "Nothing to tell," he grits out as Nate nuzzles the skin behind his ear.

"Liar."

Brad's head snaps back to center, whacking the side of Nate's head. Nate makes a startled noise, which is muffled when Brad cups the back of his head and rolls them over, pinning Nate underneath him.

"What did you call me?" he asks, not bothering to hide the edge in his voice.

Part II (GS middle scene for L)

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Nate blinks up at him, face pale in the moonlight. "Tell me about the pillows."

Brad shakes his head. Sits back on his heels. "You want to know about the pillows?" he says, thumbing open the button on his shorts, pulling down the zipper.

Nate props himself up on his elbows. Watching. "Yeah."

Brad lifts his hips, shoves his shorts and briefs down just enough to free his cock. "It's about you," Brad says, wrapping his hand around his dick, giving himself a long hard stroke. "Always about you," he grits out.

Nate struggles underneath him, pushing at Brad's chest, forcing him to shift his weight back. So that Nate can sit up. "What about me?"

"Used to think about you when I was doing this," Brad says, hand moving over his cock too fast. Not enough slick. He's going to get friction burn. Good thing to return back to base with. The guys'll think he's chafed from all the fucking he's done. Which is not necessarily a lie.

"Used to – to do this when you were off with fucking Natalie." Brad gives her name all the righteous fury he thinks it requires.

He can't believe she's trapped Ray, but that's Ray's burden now.

"Used to," Nate says lightly. "I've been replaced already?"

"Not possible," Brad says. Nate makes a little noise, knuckles brushing over Brad's cheekbone before he cups the back of his head and pulls him into a breath-stealing kiss. Brad whines in the back of his throat when Nate's hand closes over his own, has to pull back to breathe because Nate's just taking him over.

"Wanted you," he confesses against Nate's mouth. "Even when I didn't know it."

Nate's grip tightens hard enough to make Brad's joints ache, and then he's coming all over their hands. White noise in his ears and his heart beating like Rudy's just taken them all on a 15 mile run as Nate strokes him through it.

Nate lets go of Brad's cock, lifts his hand up to eye level so Brad can watch him lick his fingers clean. "Did I do this in your dreams?" Nate asks.

Brad shakes his head, kissing Nate's cheekbone. "No, the pillows definitely didn't do that."

Nate laughs. "Glad to know you think I'm good for something."

Brad reaches down, squeezes Nate's cock through his shorts. "Maybe more than one thing," he concedes.

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

NEVER ENOUGH BRAD!POV FROM GET SOME! TRU FAX!

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

I think I need to do a post that links specifically to the porn, because losing it would be for shaaaaame! It'd be a most excellent post. 'Here is the sex pollen, here is the Get Some addendum, here is the rimming, oh, here's more sex pollen,' and on and on AND ON.

That seems like a very good use of my time.

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I'd planned to do that, but I just don't have the time. I'm already in trouble for falling behind.

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

I can take a stab at it. Kinda annoying that I can't unfold all, but that's just dangling a challenge in front of me; I shall prevail!

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Darling, you don't have to do that if you don't want to. Personally I think it's kind of fun to see how everything has been motivated by everything else. All the threads just weave together. Sometimes people have to work for their pron.

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

You kidding? That shit appeals to my anal-retentive sense of organization like you can't even believe. It's like catnip.

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

LOL. By all means then.

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Awww. Now I feel guilty, as I have led you down this porny path and distracted you from your work.

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Oh, god, please don't feel bad. This is probably the only thing keeping me from having some sort of rage blackout.

Re: let us speak of Nate and his mouth. some more.

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Well, then, what do YOU want to see? Let me return the favor and cater to you.