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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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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::

No one can blame Nate for this. It was like a moral imperative. Also, hot.

::twirls:: Thank you!

Brad in glasses and kitten slippers is just too much to resist. Someone should make better use of the pussy thing, though. I wasn't feeling it.

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."

::sing-song voice::

A loves me this I know, because she writes me awesome porn about Brad wearing one slipper and people getting defiled on the kitchen table and Nate having an ex-boyfriend in college and Nate bitching about newspaper ink, just like we all know Nate fixates on the little things, and that's why we love him. Okay, the tune totally got lost there, but that's understandable.

Also, if you need me to look at anything and beat it with a stick, let me know. L will tell you I am REAL good about beating things with sticks. It's okay though, the bruising goes down after a few days. *smiles brightly*

::snickers madly:: Wow, gotta love those post-gym endorphins.

Nate bitching about newspaper ink, just like we all know Nate fixates on the little things, and that's why we love him.

Especially when they involve CLEANLINESS! ::sage nod::

And of course I adore you; I feel that you know this. ::hearts::

Thank you much for the offer! Alas, it's not in a state ready to be looked at, more taunting me with its lack of order and completeness. You know how I do so love these things.

::snickers madly:: Wow, gotta love those post-gym endorphins.

Tonight I did the abbreviated work out, if I'd gone for broke (the 2 hour version) you'd be literally pulling me off the ceiling. I'm like Ray with Ripped Fuel. I know some people think the gym is a chore, but I love it, it's a chance to fucking do something. I wish I got to be more active during the day. I'd thought about packing it in and working on a farm, but uh.... not really a farm girl, you know? Wow. That Ray on Ripped Fuel was kind of on the money, huh? I'll shut up now.

As for things not being ready to look at pshaw. You should see some of the crap I pass to S77 to look at. If I had a scanner I might even start drawing diagrams just so y'all could see my insane thought processes. I'd do stick figures and everything! *beams* But, uh, that's not going to happen, so we'll just say I did and call it a day *beams more*

Hee! It's so cute! LOVE gym!high!Z. And the farm thing had me rolling.

If I had a scanner I might even start drawing diagrams just so y'all could see my insane thought processes. I'd do stick figures and everything! *beams*

It'd be fucking HILARIOUS, though.

Nate's half-asleep and his body aches pleasantly in ways he'd almost forgotten. Brad's fingers are running from Nate's navel to his chest in a slow, steady rhythm and Nate's fairly certain if Brad keeps it up, he's going to start purring.

"So," Brad drawls slowly, his fingers circling one nipple before closing on it, squeezing lightly. "About this ex-boyfriend."

Nate smiles without opening his eyes, though he does turn his head in Brad's direction. "Ian."

"Ian? What kind of pansy-ass name is Ian?"

Nate's breath catches as Brad's fingers tighten on his nipple. It doesn't hurt quite yet, but for a first time it's a little more aggressive than Nate's used to. Of course, it's also Brad and Nate really should have expected him not to be amused by knowing that Nate wasn't some sweet little virgin that was his for defiling.

Yes, Nate was his for defiling, but apparently Brad had thought - if he'd thought, Nate's still not sure - he was getting everything, part and parcel.

"He was really good in bed."

Brad pinches the nipple a little tighter and shifts over on top of Nate, knees edging Nate's legs open as he lays on top of him. "Yeah? And what am I?"

"Heavy." Nate laughs, the sound cut off by a choking gasp as Brad leans in and takes Nate's nipple in his mouth and scrapes his teeth over it. It's just shy of a bite and Nate can't help arching upward. He skates a hand down Brad's side then slips it between them, wrapping his fingers around Brad's cock. "Awww. Does someone need his ego stroked?"

"How many?"

Nate opens one eye to see Brad's face, determined and cool, his Iceman persona in place. Nate's about to throw him off when Brad shakes his head as if he's realized he's doing it. He leans in and kisses Nate softly, breath warm and thick. "Just the one."

"If I ever meet him, do I have permission to break his neck?"

"No." Nate squeezes Brad's dick and starts stroking slowly. Brad's eyes drift closed. His long, pale, curved lashes fluttering against his tanned skin and Nate presses his lips against Brad's eyebrow. "But you do have permission to do that thing to me again."

"Oh really?" Brad's eyebrow lifts and Nate kisses it again then trails a row of kisses down to Brad's mouth. When he stops there, it's more than a kiss, something slow and hot and deep and Nate's afraid Brad can gather more intel than he's really ready to give just from that, but Brad doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything but brush another kiss against Nate's lips. "Right now?"

"No time like the present."

AHHH! It's freaking PERFECT!

Brad's fingers are running from Nate's navel to his chest in a slow, steady rhythm and Nate's fairly certain if Brad keeps it up, he's going to start purring.

LOVE that image.

"He was really good in bed."

And Nate's fucking with him! LOVE!

"If I ever meet him, do I have permission to break his neck?"

I really do heart you like whoa. Perfectly possessive, that Brad.

When he stops there, it's more than a kiss, something slow and hot and deep and Nate's afraid Brad can gather more intel than he's really ready to give just from that

Oh, my heart. ::loves you like whoa::

Nate is a goner. Fortunately, so is Brad.

Maybe tomorrow at work I'll write the 'slippers as a gift from Grace' thing. Because Grace would so buy those. Only she'd be out with Kate to do it and Kate would make her get them in pink.

Ummm...I vote for yes. Shockingly.

Oh, look, I uled my Jackie icon for just these occasions. ::hearts::

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