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.

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[alethialia.livejournal.com]

It was the glasses, see. Well. And the slippers. The combination of the glasses and the slippers and really, Nate couldn't be held accountable for these things.

He'd been good. Really good. There'd been a gap between his return trip home and his lease on the house he 'd shared with VJ, but that wasn't an issue because he could just crash at a motel. It was fine.

But then Brad found out—of course—and gave Nate that look and then somehow his crap was at Brad's place. Nate suspected Ray. All the talking tricked you into forgetting his ninja skills.

Still, it was...fine. Brad had an extra room and Nate was good with sleeping on a futon on the floor. It beat baked concrete any day.

Nate was assured of this and he was fine, dammit, right until he walked into the kitchen to find Brad reading the paper, wearing glasses. And slippers. With cats on them.

After that, well, who could blame him?

"This is an intriguing morning ritual," Brad said conversationally from where he was perched on top of the kitchen table. After Nate had pushed him onto it. "Not that I'm complaining."

Nate stopped from where he was licking at Brad's collarbone—his wife-beater did nothing to conceal it; Nate couldn't help himself—and met Brad's eyes.

Through glasses, which was just—

"There are cats on your slippers."

Brad raised an eyebrow. Behind glasses, Christ. He was remarkably calm given that his blue boxers were tented and all Nate had done was kiss him, push him onto the table, and start sucking on his collarbone.

Okay, maybe that warranted a hard-on.

"They were a gift from my niece. She's not old enough to have anticipated the pussy jokes."

No, she probably just wanted to outfit Uncle Brad in fluffy kitty goodness. Brad inspired that in children.

"I'm not thinking of pussy," Nate said.

Brad shifted and rubbed his knee against Nate's very hard cock. "I'd hope not."

Nate gripped the edge of the table and shut his eyes. He...really should not be that far gone. That was just sad.

"No, no, don't mind me," Brad said after a moment, making Nate open his eyes and focus.

On Brad, who had one finger rubbing at his collarbone—there'd be a mark there for sure—a finger which was even now covered in the remnants of his Wall Street Journal.

"You've got ink on your fingers," Nate said.

Brad looked at one hand, unconcerned. "Astute observation," he said dryly.

"That'll really make a mess of your white sheets."

Brad looked back to Nate and smirked. And with the glasses it was just—"Now why would I be touching my sheets with such hands?"

"You're right. Better for everyone to just stay here." That settled, Nate shoved Brad's wife-beater up his chest and lowered his mouth so he could suck at Brad's skin. He scraped his teeth along the muscles of Brad's stomach, then paused to flick his tongue into Brad's bellybutton.

Brad sucked in a sharp breath.

Next thing he knew, Brad held Nate's face in his hands and just claimed his mouth—tongue thrusting in to tangle with Nate's, a heated exploration that had Nate moaning and scrabbling for more skin within seconds. Brad refused to let him go, kept biting at Nate's lips, sucking on one and then the other before kissing him deeply again.

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[alethialia.livejournal.com]

Nate grabbed his thighs and hauled Brad close, right to the edge of the impressively sturdy table, close enough to grind their cocks together as Brad tongue-fucked his mouth. His glasses pressed uncomfortably between them. Nate intercepted the hand on its way to move them.

"No, leave them on," he panted against Brad's mouth.

Brad smirked. "Like those, do you?" He wrapped his legs around Nate's hips and kind of rocked into him. Nate heard the dull thwap that indicated a slipper had lost its fight with gravity.

Nate groaned and moved with Brad, but wait, that wasn't what he wanted. With a frustrated sound he stepped back—

Or tried to, anyway. Brad's legs were solid around him, didn't give an inch. Nate shoved at them, to no avail.

Nate could see a question in Brad's eyes and—right, he could've misinterpreted that, Nate had kinda jumped him out of nowhere and all. So Nate leaned close again, looked Brad in the eyes and said, "I want to get on my knees and suck your cock."

Brad blinked. Behind glasses.

He let his legs fall, doubt effectively extinguished. "When you put it like that."

Nate quirked a grin at him and did just as he said—he dropped to his knees and released Brad's cock from its confines. He didn't tease, just sucked the head into his mouth and looked up at Brad.

Who still wore his glasses, lips parted, all shiny and red, and who looked down at Nate like he was some kind of revelation.

Nate sucked, cheeks hollowing, and Brad made a soft sound, hand coming to grip the back of Nate's neck. "Fuck, Nate."

Nate hmmed and went down, adjusting to the feel of him in his mouth—he hadn't done this in a long time—then back up, tongue playing along the underside, sweeping over the head. He established an easy rhythm, sinking down and then back up, taking a little more each time. No way he'd be deep-throating today; that had been a very long time ago and Nate didn't want to end up choking.

Of course Brad was well-hung; Nate hadn't expected anything less.

Not that he'd been thinking about this.

The next time he sank down, lips almost meeting the fist he had wrapped around the base, Brad's hand tightened in the hair at the back of his neck. It had grown enough now; Brad could do that.

Nate hmmed a question; Brad shuddered all over.

Now that was promising.

"You—have done this before," Brad muttered.

Nate pulled off, stroking to mollify Brad in the interim, and grinned. "What, I can't be a prodigy?"

"Is that what you are, Nate? A cock-sucking prodigy?" As he asked, he brushed his fingers over Nate's lips, no doubt swollen and redder than usual.

Nate nipped at them, then grinned when Brad pressed at his mouth, undeterred. "Could be. Either that or the boyfriend I had in college."

Brad's eyes darkened and his hand went to the back of Nate's neck again. "Stop dicking around," he said, gruff.

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[alethialia.livejournal.com]

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."

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Why can't I be this productive on my epics? ::pouts::

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[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

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

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[alethialia.livejournal.com]

::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.

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[hackthis.livejournal.com]

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*

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[alethialia.livejournal.com]

::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.

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[hackthis.livejournal.com]

::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*

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[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

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."

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[alethialia.livejournal.com]

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::

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[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

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.

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[hackthis.livejournal.com]

You know, some days really suck and I'm like 'world, you are an asshole' and then I get all this love porn from you guys and I'm like, okay, it's not all bad. I was thinking the other day that the four of us are like some sort of GK SWAT team only like, with porn. PORN SWAT. That sounds like a sex game. Or possibly a toy.

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[ex-trolleys.livejournal.com]

I love how you do intimacy between the boys, that they can tune into each other while remaining very much themselves. And I'm a sucker for mentions of Brad's eyelashes. *swoon*

Really lovely :)

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[sffan.livejournal.com]

This post is magic! I go away and come back and there's more beautiful stories to read. Everyone here ROCKS.

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[aboutademongirl.livejournal.com]

Nate's fairly certain if Brad keeps it up, he's going to start purring. OMC. A purring Nate. A. PURRING. NATE. Why do I suddenly have images in my head of Nate as a cat? Does he not look cat-like? He's a regular damn Cheshire cat, that boy is.

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... I totally adore how Nate later goes along with the fact he really is Brad's for defiling.

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. Awww! *snickers* <3.

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"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?"

I do have to say here that I have known several Ians and they have all been unspeakably AWESOME. And played soccer football.

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[ex-trolleys.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, this is just PERFECT. I love Nate sort of freaking out over bespectacled!Brad because that's -exactly- what I imagined when I drew it, hee. It's all part of Brad's dirty tactics *nod*

And holy hot blowjob -- with jealous Brad (YAY) and the mock "yes sir" and Nate swallowing inelegantly! Freaking GUH. Brad losing the slipper was a lovely touch. :D

"You object more to me ingesting ink than your come?" Brad asked.

"Well, when you put it like that it sounds silly."

LOL! Oh man, you are so good with the banter. This whole thing is pure love. YOU WIN! ♥ ♥ ♥

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[alethialia.livejournal.com]

It's all part of Brad's dirty tactics

Brad's sitting there, all innocent and such, like, what? I sit at my kitchen table in glasses and slippers EVERY DAMN DAY, don't you? And Nate's all, ::flails:: and then there is porn.

Not a bad strategy, come to think.

Also, Brad is jealous and possessive like whoa, so if Ian (he's so Ian in my head now, thank you, L) ever showed up...yeah. That'd be a bad plan.

And whee! Thank you! I am so glad you like! Hopefully I did justice to your gorgeous picture. ::hearts::

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[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Who still wore his glasses, lips parted, all shiny and red, and who looked down at Nate like he was some kind of revelation.

I don't think I could properly type the noise I made, insert your [sexually depraved wanton noise of choice here].

And dude, Brad was so not feeling the 'blah blah blah college boyfriend thing.' So possessive. So understandable really.

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[alethialia.livejournal.com]

I don't think I could properly type the noise I made, insert your [sexually depraved wanton noise of choice here].

Mwahaha! That's what I like to hear!

And no, Brad was not feeling the whole 'I've sucked other guys off' thing, especially since it was getting in the way of Nate sucking him off. Though, to be fair, he did ask.

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[aboutademongirl.livejournal.com]

All the talking tricked you into forgetting his ninja skills.

NATE RECOGNISES RAY'S NINJA SKILLZ!

No, she probably just wanted to outfit Uncle Brad in fluffy kitty goodness. Brad inspired that in children.

Oh, yes. *nods seriously* Brad is Lil' Miss Sunshine. Only, you know, male.

Who still wore his glasses, lips parted, all shiny and red, and who looked down at Nate like he was some kind of revelation.

...doesn't he look at him like that during THE WHOLE OF GK?

...he hadn't done this in a long time

I was all, "WHO?!" at this. XD.

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[alethialia.livejournal.com]

Nate's really a very smart boy. Where people who are not Brad are concerned, anyway.

Heh. Glad you liked.

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[aboutademongirl.livejournal.com]

Psssht. I doubt anyone can be coherent or smart, or relatively intelligent around Brad. Shirtless!Brad induces drooling, and glaring!Brad is just damn scary.

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[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Nate suspected Ray. All the talking tricked you into forgetting his ninja skills.


That fact that Nate not only thinks, but recognizes that Ray has ninja skills fills me with unspeakable glee. GLEE YO! Fluffy kitty goodness! Ninja skills! Glasses! Fluffy fucking slippers! GLASSES! This like the goddamn sound of music up in thsi bitch and I'm singing these are a few of my favorite things!!!

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[alethialia.livejournal.com]

Nate's very pretty and his mouth looks lovely around Brad's cock, but he's also kind of a smart cookie and man, does he have Ray's number. It's kind of awesome.