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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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I can't choose a favorite, because Toppy!Nate and Toppy!Brad and Bottomy!Nate and Bottomy!Brad and Tops-from-the-bottom!Nate and...well, you get where this is going, right? I'm pretty easy is what I think I'm trying to say. Heee.

Me too. *nods a lot*

Mmmm. What about when they're both feeling toppy and kind of... wrestle for it. I haven't seen too much fic along those lines, with actual physical combat between them, mock or not.But that would be... hot.

I second this! That would definitely be really hot.

This is what I was getting at upstream somewhere! Who wins that? Who acquiesces? Inquiring minds, man.

I'm working on it. Fucking hell, people give me a second.

Depends on when and where, I suppose. Who needs it more. For some reason Brad bating Nate into throwing a punch comes to mind first, letting him win for a while, which only pisses Nate more. Not that they're not relatively evenly matched but Brad's been doing this longer, and he's bigger. Nate's fucking quick, though. If it's first time, I see it as Brad fucking Nate into the floor as Nate *never stops struggling* but never says "Stop" (and brad gives him ample opportunity). Established relationship, I'm thinking they keep going (for a *while*, wrestling proper) until they're both covered in sweat and exhausted. And hard. And at some point, Brad's like, I'd rather be fucking, and goes limp. And enjoys the mat beneath him and the pounding of his heart and the buzzing of his skin, and just lies there, lazy and letting himself be spread and gritting his teeth against the sharp thrusts of a Nate who's still too angry to be gentle.

at some point, Brad's like, I'd rather be fucking, and goes limp.

::stares:: I...buy that.

It's when Brad's got him pinned to the bed, one arm behind his back that Nate starts to change his mind. He knows they're just playing, that this happens when they're in hotel rooms after too long apart, but now it's something a little bit more.

He wants to be on top, apparently, Brad does too.

This happens to them sometimes: too much of the same train of thought.

Both of them wanting a blow job at the same time can be solved by a sixty-nine. Both of them wanting to get fucked at the same time can be solved with fingers or that prized dildo that Brad sent Nate from Australia.

Nate thought it was supposed to be a joke until Brad showed up at Cambridge and wanted to know where it was and then proceeded to use it on Nate until he left actual scratch marks on his headboard

Both of them wanting to ream the other at the same time -- well, that tends to cause some issues.

They've flipped for it. (Okay, they did that once. Brad lost. He was a VERY good sport about it).

They've traded off.

But tonight, tonight it seems different. Not the clothes strewn everywhere. Not even the bruises and scratches that Nate has on his lower spine from when he had Brad on the sofa, rubbing their cocks together and sucking a dark red mark on Brad's shoulder.

What's different tonight is the tinge of something aggressive in the air. The hint of too much testosterone that smells a little bit like burnt coffee grounds. Maybe it's that Brad just got home from the UK. Maybe it’s that Nate flew 3000 miles to Oceanside just to see him.

Maybe it's just that they're off sync.

The fact remains that Nate wants and Brad wants, and their wants are going to clash.

Brad's cock is leaving wet smears on Nate's ass as Brad presses him into the mattress, his mouth at Nate's his ear, telling him all the ways he wants to fuck Nate until Nate has no voice left to call Brad's name.

And Nate -- Nate tosses his head back hard, feels the contact between his skull and Brad's jaw.

Brad's hold on his arm automatically releases and Nate scrambles off the bed, onto his feet, rounding on Brad and shifting from foot to foot.

Brad's eyes are wide, his lip bleeding. Shit.

There's blood in the water.

Nate has to stop this one before -– fuck.

Nate had a thought about playing nice before Brad slammed him into the wall, but his back just seized up. Brad's got Nate's wrists above his head and he's sucking Nate's brain out through his mouth.

Nate can taste Brad's blood on his tongue. He sucks, lets Brad fuck his mouth, can feel the tendons in his wrists being crushed together underneath Brad's fingers. And then Nate stomps on Brad's foot with his heel, driving down enough to hurt.

Brad grunts, bites Nate's lip hard and Nate shoves him back, watches Brad stumble into the edge of the bed.

Watches that heat flare in his eyes, the whiff of Brad the predator coming out to play.

There's something wet on Nate's chin. Blood. A swipe with the back of his hand over his mouth tells him that it's too much to be from Brad. It has to be his own.

He looks down at the blood staining the fine hairs and then looks at the blood smeared over Brad's mouth.

Brad licks his lips… and smiles. "C'mon then," he mocks. "If you think you can take me."

Edited 2009-07-18 08:07 (UTC)

Nate makes his move, three steps to tackle Brad to the bed, bounce too hard and have them both land on the floor with a terrific crash.

Bones creak and complain as they roll into furniture. Nate's arm bangs onto the leg of a table. He doesn't mean to roll Brad into the edge of the coffee table either. They both pause for a moment when they collide with the side of the bed.

But these things happen. Especially in the heat of battle.

Scuffling, grunting, hands and fists glancing off of body parts. They land blows, but nothing truly designed to hurt, mostly just designed to drive their points home. Whatever the point of this exercise is. Maybe it's just to feel alive together again now that Nate's out of the Corps.

Whatever the case, there's going to be a serious case of rug burn in the morning.

Brad pins Nate down again, wrists at his ears, Brad kneeling on the inside of Nate's legs.

Brad's lip clotting but his skin is blotchy with exertion and there are tiny scratches rising up all over his chest and arms. Brad's chest is sweaty, his breathing labored, his cock an insistent weight against Nate's thigh.

"Having fun?" he asks.

Nate smirks, he can feel the sweat pooling in his own navel. "You know I am."

Brad nods. "You could fuck me, that'd be just as good."

Nate makes an indignant sound. "I thought you wanted to fuck me."

Brad's smile is too innocent for anybody trained to kill with his shoelaces. "Is that the point of this exercise?"

Nate surges up, kisses Brad hard on the mouth. "I don't fucking care, I just want off the floor. Civilians don't live like this you know."

"Pussy ass, liberal dick suck," Brad grumbles, getting up and pulling Nate up along with him.

Nate's ribs are on fire, he doesn't even remember what that's about. "First you don't want me to fuck you, now you complain about my dick sucking skills. Fuck you, Colbert, you get the wet spot."

Brad makes a dismissive wave as he climbs onto the bed, ass in the air. "Shut up and fuck me already, enough with foreplay."

*EEEEEEEEE* some more. :) Oh that's just what I wanted. Drawing blood and being pissy and then Brad being like, ... brad. :D

I'm so glad you liked it. A part of me was like Fight Club! Fight Club! It had to be reminded that these two? Like each other. Not trying to send anybody to the hospital.

Brilliant!

Once again you win at life!

This is close enough to the Fight Club AU, right? Right!

Ahahahaha!

I'll let you off that one, babe.

This is the best present to wake up to! Porn from everywhere! Also, I love this - that they're serious, even when it's not serious, but they're also smart enough to keep it joking too, not taking it personally.

Also, I maybe have a thing (that I totally blame on Indiana Jones) for dirty, sweaty, bloody boys. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

This appealed to that part of me that had been thinking Fight Club AU! Fight Club AU! Now, we are all satisfied. *grins*

I am off to take care of some stuff, but I have one last snippet in me based off of your GS snippet. I haven't forgotten at all :D

You're so good to me.

Mmmmmmmm. Okay, I see what you people are saying now, everybody wins.

Nate thought it was supposed to be a joke until Brad showed up at Cambridge and wanted to know where it was and then proceeded to use it on Nate until he left actual scratch marks on his headboard

Heh. Sex is serious business; Nate should know this.

Brad nods. "You could fuck me, that'd be just as good."

Nate makes an indignant sound. "I thought you wanted to fuck me."

AHAHAHA! Hey, now they can fight over that!

Brad's smile is too innocent for anybody trained to kill with his shoelaces.

I HAVE NOTHING BUT LOVE FOR YOU IN MY HEART!

Okay, I see what you people are saying now, everybody wins.

Then my work here is done.

*EEEEEEEEEEE*

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Ah, people. Failing since evolution began.

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