hackthis_archive | 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 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.

Ah, people. Failing since evolution began.

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