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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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So Nate was doing the mouth thing as a deliberate tease? Mean!

he could endure whatever puritanical shit had Nate Fick refusing to even be alone with Brad longer than a few minutes.

That speaks of not being able to control himself, eh? Because if you're fine, if you can be unaffected, then it wouldn't matter. But removing himself from Brad's presence means it DOES matter. ::loves::

I admire your fortitude, m'lady.

It's like you and were discussing, Nate's trying very very hard to do the right thing. He's not exactly stupid, he knows what's there, but he won't use it. Won't succumb. You know, until this whole cluster fuck is over and he's out of the Corps. We all know he left to go off and save the world, but uh, you know finally fucking Brad guilt free? Not a bad incentive for civilian life ever.

Oh, God, I've convinced you there's no possible way they get together in the series. That is bad! I did not mean to do that!

you know finally fucking Brad guilt free? Not a bad incentive for civilian life ever.

Heh. Well, there is that, yes.

Nate knows he shouldn't do it. He knows that he's edging far too close to stepping over the line. The problem is that he can't quite help it. He's hip deep in shit he can't control and he's losing his faith in all the tenets he can't help but believe in and, more than all of that, he's only human.

Brad Colbert, on the other hand, everyone thinks is more than human, but Nate knows that's not the case. He's known it since the first time they met, since the first time they fucked. Brad's as human as anyone, as needy and hungry for it as the next Marine. Nate remembers the bruises Brad left, remembers how it hurt to walk and to breathe for three days afterward because neither of them could hold back, neither of them wanted to. From the first moment they wrestled each other for dominance before silent mutual agreement led to giving and taking as much as they could get.

That's why there are rules here. Nate had thought about it before, but it wasn't until Brad looked at him - stared at him - that he'd realized they needed to be verbalized, put into place. Because Brad looking at him made Nate's dick hard and made him forget how to function, made him forget the stupidity for a moment while he got lost in the memory of Brad's dick in his mouth, Brad's body around him. That's why there are rules, he has to remind himself. Because distractions can get him killed, can get Brad killed.

So Brad stops. No, Brad doesn't stop, but he's not as intent on it. He channels it into fighting with Ray and the fucked up nature of this entire operation. Nate though... Nate can't stop. Can't stop thinking about Brad. Can't stop watching Brad watch him. Can't stop remembering all the hot, pornographic things Brad had told Nate he wanted to do to Nate's mouth, all the things he did which is why, intentionally or not, Nate can't help but suck on his bottom lip, slide his tongue along it. Brad's eyes promise retribution and Nate has to nod his acquiescence, has to smile as Brad realizes.

Brad's glare promises hell to pay. Nate finds he can't wait.

He's known it since the first time they met, since the first time they fucked. Brad's as human as anyone, as needy and hungry for it as the next Marine. Nate remembers the bruises Brad left, remembers how it hurt to walk and to breathe for three days afterward because neither of them could hold back, neither of them wanted to. From the first moment they wrestled each other for dominance before silent mutual agreement led to giving and taking as much as they could get.

So, like, Thing #842 that I love about your writing is that this is something A and I were battling about today, Brad bottoming or topping and self-esteem, etc, etc, and you basically whittled the whole thing down and were like look bitches, this is how it is. They fight over it, and then they go back to their corners and lick their wounds and then do it again. Don't talk about it, just do it. It's Fight Club. Don't even get me started on my Fight Club love or we'll be here all day.

Brad's glare promises hell to pay. Nate finds he can't wait.

Rowr.

My secret is that I read all your comments, let you guys come to a conclusion and then put it in fic so I look brilliant! ::is sneaky:: Also, I totally agree that they have issues and would have to work them out, but I think in the heat of the moment, they'd be all "whoever wins!" and then they both do no matter what, so it's all good.

Brad is going to school his LT. A LOT.

My secret is that I read all your comments, let you guys come to a conclusion and then put it in fic so I look brilliant! ::is sneaky::

You are like me. I lurk and I learn things. Yis. I was totally trying to be sneaky and write you some of your porn skirmish thingys, but I kinda of shot my wad here I think. Mostly I just like making other people happy. I'm a giver not a taker. That seems to cause issues. I digress. I agree that they have issues, but anything you really want you'll make work.

We are very much alike in this - I love giving stuff to people and tend to flail a little when people do stuff for me (hence me writing right alongside you here), and I love listening to find out what people want to see. So yay!

Okay, let's see if I can come up with a list of things I like.

* Pining
* Leaning
* Up against the wall
* Wanking and watching

Does that help?

I am writing you stubbly!John right now based on THAT photo. I actually have the wanking and watching waiting impatiently right after that ;-)

The other three. Well, Ben and John'll take care of those. Just wait.

Oh, guh. I have that photo open in another tab and I keep looking at it because it is the HOTT. I'm contemplating the gun!porn you mentioned earlier for John and Ben. Of course, this is hampered by knowing almost nothing about guns.

Ben's been gone for five days.

Olivia wanted to go to Hawaii; the asshole that fertilized Ben's mom wouldn't let her go without a chaperone.

So, of course, Ben rode to the rescue.

John doesn't begrudge Olivia this. She's a great kid, smart, funny. She clearly has Sherman's number.

The fact that she called John from Maui just to assure him that she was taking awesome care of 'his man' and 'totally kicked that ass of that skeezy chick who tried to buy Ben a drink' just made him like her even more than he already does.

John was touched. And amused. He's got his own spy now.

In fact, when Ben called later to recount the story, John didn't even need the details.

The fact that Ben really called because he apparently kind of missed John and wanted a bedtime story about all the ways John was going to fuck Ben open with his fingers, and suck his cock until Ben's eyes crossed and then snowball his ass until Ben was a sobbing mess made up for any sort of murderous thoughts that had initially crossed John's mind.

But Ben's home now. John had thought about picking he and Olivia up from LAX, but the things John's going to do to Ben in the first 90 seconds they're together just aren't meant for kids. Some things Olivia doesn't need to be exposed to until she's 65.

The point is Sherman's babysitting gig is done. Now it's playtime for the grown ups.

John speeds up Coldwater, sky blue, the hills curving and demanding, requiring him to pay attention to the road ahead of him and not the way he's going to bend Ben in half and fuck that tight, gorgeous ass until the mere thought of sitting down makes Ben wince.

That band that Ben really likes cues up on Amy's speakers and John just shakes his head. Pussy ass bitchy – oh, wait, John actually kind of likes these Wilco guys.

John pulls up to Ben's place twenty minutes later, which is just twenty minutes too long.

He parks Amy in the driveway and doesn't even bother to put up her windows. Fuck, Ben's neighborhood is so nice John bets they don't even lock their doors at night.

He tosses his sunglasses in the passenger seat and gets out of the car. Ben's garage door is up, and John's heading directly for it when he sees something moving on his right, something hidden from plain sight by a large hedge of plants.

It's Ben. Sitting on the steps leading up to his front door.

He looks like he's been waiting there.

Waiting on John.

John knows the smile on his face is ridiculous. He doesn't even care.

Ben had invited him along, but John – John's not ready for the gay uncles chaperoning thing just yet.

Ben gets to his feet. He's wearing a red Ramones shirt that looks – that's John's shirt. A frisson of something proprietary, something that says 'mine' snakes down John's spine, and he shakes his head, taking in the khaki shorts and bare feet.

Ben stops one step up from John which puts them nose to nose. "Hey," John says, his greeting a little rough. Ben's nose is sunburned, his eyes bluer than John remembers. His mouth pinker. John wants it.

Ben licks his lips, stares at John's mouth kind of obviously. "Do you object to me kissing you in public?" he asks bluntly.

John raises an eyebrow, looks around at all the palm trees and shrubbery on Ben's property that shields one house from the next. It's like a goddamn jungle around here. He can't even see his car anymore. Still. "What public?"

"Here."

John shrugs. "Your neighborhood."

Ben's laugh is throaty as he leans in, brushes his lips over John's. "Fuck them," he breathes into John's mouth. John opens up, let's Ben in, let's Ben suck on his tongue as he grabs Ben's ass, pulls his groin against John's thigh.

Ben moans, cupping John's face and kissing him as though they've never done this before at all. Hard bites at John's bottom lip and nips at the corners of his mouth. "I like the stubble," he mutters against John's jaw, wantonly grinding his cock against John's thigh.

John's been a little haphazard about the shaving thing with Ben gone. Hell, the last day or two he was off-duty and even showering took kind of a backseat.

John tightens his grip on Ben's ass, his fingers pushing into the cotton-clad crease of Ben's ass. "Just like that," he coaxes, tilting his head to the side, hinting that he wants more of those little sucking kisses on his throat that Ben's so good at.

John's shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Has to mind his back. He pushes Ben away fractionally, Ben's protesting moans going straight to his cock. "Inside. Now," he orders.

Ben's smile is lazy, pleased. Something pings hard in John's brain. "Yeah, about that," Ben says.

"What about that?"

Ben shrugs. "I missed you."

John's heart does this little stutter step in his chest and he bites his lip. Has to look past Ben's ear. "You did, huh?"

Ben shakes his head, grabs the hem of his tee shirt and pulls it over his head. John can feel his eyes widening. Ben's tan ends a few centimeters above the waistband of his shorts, and if any of the neighbors have magically developed plant X-ray vision, John's going to have them arrested.

"I don't think you're hearing me," Ben says, taking John's hand and placing it on the small of his naked back. Ben's skin is sweaty, slick. Too slick.

John stares as Ben pushes John's hand under the waistband of his khakis… where he's not wearing any underwear.

"What did you do?" John asks softly, his hand moving of its own according, fingers sliding into the crease of Ben's ass, stroking, reacquainting, homing in on that entrance where everything feels like a glove.

Ben makes a happy noise as John's fingers tease his asshole, the tip of one sliding. John's brain doesn't even know what to do. Ben's prelubed up and ready to go. "What did you do?" John asks again, voice strained. The effort of speaking that much harder with his middle finger inside Ben.

Ben's hand slides up John's bare forearm, skates over his bicep and then grips the back of John's neck as Ben drives his cock into John's hip. "Got myself ready for you," Ben whispers into John's ear. "Been thinking about it all week. And now you're going to finger my ass until I come, or I'm not letting you in the house."

Part III

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