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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[hackthis.livejournal.com]

It's the ears that finally sink Brad's battleship.

His resolve.

He's been jacking off thinking about the LT's mouth since day one. That's a given with a mouth like that. Soft, plush lips. Pink. Constantly being bitten, being sucked into the LT's mouth like the way he's going to suck on Brad's cock. The way he going to work Brad with his mouth. When Brad thinks of Nate's mouth his mind automatically supplies the word 'cocksucker'.

Cock. Sucker.

Sucking cock.

Brad's cock.

It's the kind of mouth that Brad can just feel sliding along the length of his dick. The way Nate's tongue would lave at the underside, the spit that would smear over that mouth, run down his chin. Yeah, the LT's mouth is just too obvious.

Anybody could fall for that.

Or those hands.

The LT's hands are perfect. Long, strong fingers. Square nails that Brad would happily wrap his to tongue around when there's dirt and god knows what else trapped under Nate's fingernails. Brad can just imagine: MREs, gun lube, sweat from Nate scratching the back of his neck, his balls, whatever. Brad would taste it all, suck Nate's fingers just to feel them in his mouth, feel the pads of Nate's fingers stroking his tongue. Watch those green eyes go wide as Brad dragged his teeth along their length, let the LT get a hint of what Brad has in store for him.

But again, that's obvious. The LT is covered up all the time, the only parts of him ever exposed to common view are his hands and above the neck.

God, the marks Brad's going to leave on the LT's neck. Sucking bruises, holding Nate's hands above his head, feel him rut against Brad's thigh, cock dragging along, leaving streaks and smears and wet heat. Listen to the gasps out of the pornographic mouth as Brad sucked right at that juncture of neck and shoulder. The way Brad would graze his teeth over that spot over again. Suck, lick, bite, rinse, repeat. Mark, own, rinse, repeat.

Sometimes Brad finds himself standing next to Nate, words coming out of those cocksucker lips, green eyes wide and expressive, the LT's hands moving as he points out something. Describes something he's talking about and it's so much overstimulation that Brad has to smile. Has to let out all of that need and want, has to show just that little bit that he's got the LT's number and when it comes up, Brad's not letting it go.

Brad knows these things, he minds them, observes them like a good Devil Dog should. He bides his time. Waits. Listens to his LT, looks after his men, and thinks about what's going to come when this is all over.

And it's on a day like any other when Brad's sitting in the Humvee, doors open so he can stretch out while they wait, that the LT comes by. Ray's napping beside him, Reporter's off wherever, Trombley's cleaning his saw in his grave. Walt's off playing with Poke's kids, and Brad's just there, playing with his Blue Force tracker, just killing time.

They know this dance by heart.

The LT greets him, Brad smirks, the LT says something, maybe points to something on Brad's screen, Brad reaches for it at the same time and their hands brush. There's a frisson of electricity, end of story, and everything goes on.

But this time things change up.

This time instead of going the laptop route, the LT crouches down on his knees. Bends down to tie his shoelace. And he's there, on his knees, right by Brad's hip, head bowed, and Brad's hand does it all on it's own, just sort of reaches out and traces the shell of the LT's ear.

Nate's head snaps up, holding perfectly still under the pad of Brad's finger. Watching Brad's eyes as Brad watches him. And then Ray farts in his sleep, and it's all over.

Spell broken, time to move on.

Nate stands up, clears his throat, moves off. But this time, Brad's resolve wavers. Grumbles. Makes itself very clear that this can't go on.

It's the smallest thing that breaks him wide open. Like a surging dam.

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[alethialia.livejournal.com]

he's there, on his knees, right by Brad's hip, head bowed, and Brad's hand does it all on it's own, just sort of reaches out and traces the shell of the LT's ear.

...oh, that's perfect. Love it that Brad just. can't. help himself.

Though Nate exacerbates things by getting on his knees and all. And that's all it takes.

::loves::

Re: I POSTED THIS IN MY JOURNAL BUT IT BARES REPEATING

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I can honestly say I had no idea where this was going when I started writing it, but since the opening line was about Nate's ears I realized I'd really put myself on the spot, and then I was like how the hell would Brad ever be in a position to touch Nate's *ears* and they were like "HERE! We will tell you!"

They are very good like that.

Re: I POSTED THIS IN MY JOURNAL BUT IT BARES REPEATING

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Oh, jeez. That's just...so *them* and so perfectly delicate at the same time. I can just see the curve of Nate's ear, the way he waits for Brad without moving, wondering what will happen next. And you know Nate sees it too, sees the flood in Brad's eyes of heat and want and need. Mmmmmm.

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[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Six months later they're lying in a king-sized bed at a hotel in Santa Barbara.

Two nights ago Nate had his paddle party, in three days he's leaving for Cambridge.

In ten days Brad's flying into Heathrow.

[ I CAN'T STOP STARING AT THE PHOTO OF MICHAEL IN THE CAR. That jaw. That forearm. That stubble. Sorry. I know. Totally broke the groove]

Where was I? Santa Barbara, right.

So.

It's early, Nate thinks he's always going to be an early riser now thanks to the Corps. Which he kind of hates because when he was in college he loved sleeping late. Loved waking up, rolling over and then going back to sleep all over again. But college is made for that sort of sloth. The U.S. Military? Not so much so.

He might break the habit eventually, but right now, he'll live with it. Live with waking up early, warm, wrapped in crisp white sheets and long limbs that aren't his own.

Hell, Nate would wake up every hour on the hour if it means he can have this, this there where he's sort of drooling on Brad's collarbone, one arm flung across Brad's chest, feeling the rise and fall as Brad breathes underneath him.

Brad's underneath him. Warm and solid, his legs sort of tangled with Nate's own. His toes brushing the inside of Nate's ankle.

It's a lot to take. Absorb. A lot to give up just as he's finally gotten his hands on what he's wanted all along.

Nate sniffs, rubs his cheek against Brad's chest, and makes a sound in the back of the throat as Brad keeps softly tracing the shell of his ear with his finger. "You like doing that, don't you?"

He has to lift his head just to see the toothy smile on Brad's face. "Your ears stick out," Brad mocks softly.

Nate smirks. "You seem to like them."

Brad cups the back of Nate's head, tugs him up so that Nate's on top of Brad, and they're nose-to-nose, Brad's morning erection rubbing against the length of Nate's own.

Nate rolls his hips into the sensation, grinding down when Brad's hand finds its way to his ass, squeezes proprietarily.

Brad brushes his nose over Nate's cheekbone. Kisses the side of his mouth. "I like you," he says. "The ears are just a bonus."

Re: I POSTED THIS IN MY JOURNAL BUT IT BARES REPEATING

[sffan.livejournal.com]

And you just keep knocking them out of the park! Fabulous!

Re: I POSTED THIS IN MY JOURNAL BUT IT BARES REPEATING

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. I kind of love them so much it makes my chest feel all tight and funny.

Re: I POSTED THIS IN MY JOURNAL BUT IT BARES REPEATING

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I know exactly what you mean.

Re: I POSTED THIS IN MY JOURNAL BUT IT BARES REPEATING

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

::sniffs::

Brad brushes his nose over Nate's cheekbone. Kisses the side of his mouth. "I like you," he says. "The ears are just a bonus."

Aww, boys.

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[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

OH BLESS THEM! ♥ ♥ ♥