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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[svilleficrecs.livejournal.com]

"Of course."

"You wanted me."

"You know that."

"I didn't."

"Then," Nate says, pausing to gasp as Brad lets go long enough to shove briefs and shorts down Nate's thigh's. The head of Nate's cock is sticky with pre-come. Smeared like he's been rock hard for a while. Brad just holds the base and Nate bucks up into his grip, says, "Then you're a fucking idiot Brad. Or a - fuck, please, just - a liar."

"When have I ever lied to you?" Brad takes a few pulls at Nate's cock, then twists his palm over the head, smearing the slickness, making Nate squirm. "Huh?"

"I'm gonna-- fuck, I'm gonna--"


"No," Brad says, gripping the base of Nate's cock hard enough to make it hurt. White knuckle hard and Nate's choked whine is satisfying in somewhere nasty, deep and cruel. "No, you're not."

"Jesus christ," Nate spits out, then he bangs his head back against the grass, throat arching, body tight like a bow, then his cock is pulsing in Brad's grip.

But Brad holds on, and watches as he stops everything but a single drop from escaping. He watches as Nate's toes curl and his mouth works, soundless and open wide. It's painful to watch. Finally, the crease between Nate's brows relaxes and he stops jerking, and Brad eases up.

"What the fuck was--"

Nate shuts up when Brad sticks his tongue in Nate's mouth and after a few more words - Brad forgives him his reaction time right how - he shifts right into sucking on Brad's tongue in a way that makes Brad's dick jealous. Brad starts jacking Nate again, grinding against his hip and fucking his mouth with obscene licks. Brad drags the tip of his tongue over the roof of Nate's mouth as Nate's lips form a tight, wet seal that had better be a fucking promise.

Nate's grabbing at Brad's stomach, his cock, gripping through his pants then rubbing at it with the heel of his hand. A couple more strokes by Brad and with no warning, Brad's hand's getting slick and Nate's mouth is getting loose and loud and Brad smothers it, first with his mouth and then, when that's ineffective, with his sloppy hand. Nate's still making a noise like he's dying, but it's muffled enough. His cock's not done and it shoots another couple splashes onto his t-shirt, little white puddles glistening in sharp relief for a few seconds as his stomach rises and falls, then slowly soaking into the cotton.

Nate grabs Brad's hand and tears it off his mouth, gasping for air. He doesn't let go of Brad's hand, even when Brad tries to pull away. "You. Are. A fucking. Idiot."

Brad is. That's why he wants so badly. That's why he opens up his mouth and says, "Suck me."

"What?"

"You wanna suck me." It's not a question.

"I wanted--"

"Did I say reminisce?" Brad gets up on his knees, pulls out his cock and points it at Nate. "I said suck me. Open up and suck me. Do it. Now."

Nate obeys, struggling up to one elbow and grabbing Brad's dick, closing his mouth around it and leaning into it till he starts to gag. Brad grabs the back of Nate's head and pulls, rough and impatient and thrusting once, twice against the back of his throat. Brad gets a good look at Nate's obscenely stretched lips and then Nate's fly open. He strains to look up at Brad, like he needs to see to, then it hits Brad like a two-by-four to the back of the head.

Nate leans into it, holding his breath and twisting his head so the back of his throat fucks up against Brad's pulsing cock. Nate swallows. Nate fucking swallows every last drop and keeps swallowing until Brad's forced to tear away, collapsing back to earth and staring up at the stars as he shivers with aftershocks. Nate collapses beside him, shoulder to shoulder, coughing and panting.

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[svilleficrecs.livejournal.com]

For quite a while, they don't say a word. They don't move, except to pull their pants up, Brad followed by Nate. Brad's head is empty as an .... empty thing. Then, out of nowhere, Nate starts laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. I don't know. You know. Us."

Brad rolls his head to the side to find Nate's done the same and for a minute or so, they just stare at each other. Nate's eyes are red and watery and crinkled at the edges from his stupid-ass grin.

"I want to fuck you so hard, you feel it in your throat."

"Jesus, Brad."

"Think you can do that sober?"

Nate looks a little disturbed, but he nods.

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

Indignant, Nate says, "I'm the asshole?"

"An asshole. Not the asshole."

"Why am I an asshole?"

"All that time."

Nate shakes his head. "You were worse."

"I don't care." Brad starts to reach for Nate, stops himself, then realizes that he doesn't have to. He reaches for Nate's hip, pulls him into a quick kiss then sits up. "That was pretty sweet of you about the turret, though."

"I was being selfish."

"Still sweet. You wanna get out of here?"

"Yeah." He coughs. "I'm thirsty."

"There's more where that came from."

Nate snorts. "You're driving."

"Of course I'm driving. I'm not leaving my bike here. Think you can hold on."

Nate shoots him a look.

Brad holds up his hands. "Just don't forget your shirt, you look like a bukkake video."

"You're an idiot Brad, but I love you anyway." Nate keeps buttoning his shirt - off by one button.

Brad doesn't say anything. He doesn't blink at Nate's words. He just helps Nate to his feet and dusts the grass off his back. "Come on. We're Oscar Mike."

*end*

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[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I just finished three comments full of Southland porn, so to see this just miraculously fall into my inbox is like A GIFT FROM THE GODS. The gods named K. ::runs off to read::

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Brad holds up his hands. "Just don't forget your shirt, you look like a bukkake video."

Oh. Shit. BEST LINE EVER.

Gold fucking star for this. Oh, bless bless bless.

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[svilleficrecs.livejournal.com]

LOL. Of course, Brad's thinking to himself, "Not as much as you will when I get done with you, but it's a start." ;) Glad you liked.

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[lazulus]

Well, now. That has set me up for the day rather nicely.

*APPLAUDS LOUDLY*

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[alethialia.livejournal.com]

Why would you want any of us to write that prompt when you've already HIT IT OUT OF THE FUCKING PARK?

I asked, you have no idea how many people I bothered about that fucking turret. You have no idea how badly I wanted to be able to give that to you."

Brad inhales sharply. He's not sure he remembers ever mentioning it in front of Nate, let alone to him.

"You knew you weren't going to get it, but that didn't stop you from wanting it like... I don't even know. What else do you want as badly as you wanted it?"

The turret! That was SUCH a fantastic detail and Nate knowing how much Brad wants, what he needs, wanting to know just what he wants. That whole moment made me flail.

Also, the thing with the not-knowing. Nate wanting Brad and thinking Brad knew, when he didn't...I love that. I don't know why, but I love that. No, wait, it's because they're generally so in sync, can read each other's fucking minds except where it counts most. PERFECTION.

SO MUCH LOVE! ::goes to reread::

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[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

They're so fucking cute while being so fucking dirty. I kind of love that.

And this line: Face like a piece of god damned glass, that hasn't changed. ::loves::

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[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

INTOXICATED PORN IS THE BEST BEST PORN! \o/

Nnnnnnnnngh. Just....NNGH!

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[dissident.livejournal.com]

...!
Thank you.

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[aboutademongirl.livejournal.com]

Shit. I just read this and now.. now I feel baked. Awesome.

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[soul_cake_duck]

This...this is like, the best thing ever. Baked!Nate is so awesome.

Seriously, its that thing where his boundaries arent quite up to where they should be (heh, that lack of a brain-to-mouth filter) which makes for so many interesting possibilites.

And the thing with trying to give Brad the things he wants - so perfect.

Yeah, I love this a lot.

[noeon.livejournal.com]

Then Nate's throwing himself at the grass beside Brad and covering his face with an arm. "I'm fucked up. I'm sorry. Forget that. That never happened."

It's the push and pull. How you can lucidly narrate two men so totally unaware of what they want, even though they are fucking recon trained, is beyond my grasshopper powers of understanding. I think your pr0n vision can see through (emotional and physical) walls. Definitely a superpower.

And the bukkake video quip is great. Not to mention them on a bike after all of that.