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I think to read this LJ is to know that I have a very strong aversion to spoilers of any kind. Since most of my fandoms are very small, or, in fact, closed (GK), I don't have to deal with being spoiled too often. However. Today, I was spoiled for S2 of Southland by Michael Cudlitz, who plays John Cooper.

HOLY SHIT, COOPER'S GOING TO COME OUT TO BEN?!

AND DEWEY ALREADY KNOWS?!

I have to go have a drink on this one.

Jesus fuck can it be September 25th already or what? Why is he taunting the baby

hackthis like this? I can just see this scene. Oh my god I want to write it so bad I could plotz. And no, I am totally not taking the angsty route. I'll leave that to the producers. This is going to be comedy gold where he comes out, and Ben just thinks John's fucking with him, trying to make him uncomfortable with hazing. And Ben's like, fine whatever, I admit it, I date guys! I said it, go ahead and give me shit. And John's a little startled, like, right, Short Stuff, whatever. And then Ben's all, if you have a problem with me being bi just say so and John's brain is like "it would be wrong to fuck with him. this could go badly" and then he puts the moves (wow, "moves" showing my age huh?) on him and Ben's like hooray! And John's like, wow, that backfired hardcore. Go team me.

I also saw The Hurt Locker this weekend.

So, first the shallow stuff:

The fact that Katheryn Bigelow, who directed this film, is 57 and looks like a fucking supermodel at 35? Can I do that when I'm 57?

She's got legs that would make Christy Turlington cry.

Now, on to deeper things.

Where could a girl find James/Sanborn/Eldridge fic? No, like, really, I think I'm going to have to ask for that for

yuletide, because that? That was some wild shit.

Actually, no, the Sanborn/James thing was some insane stuff. That fight scene in James' quarters, when they were punching each other totally made me think of

svilleficrecs when she asked me to write Brad and Nate fighting, but frankly, if Brad and Nate started fighting like Sanborn and James? Uh, that would lead to relationship meltdown, b/c when James SAT on Sanborn and he went apeshit? Whoa. Oh, and the fact that Sanborn decked a superior officer?!

WHAT?!

Insanity.

And the cameos by Guy Pearce and Ralph Finnes? Nice.

Seriously, though, if everybody involved doesn't get nominated for something there is no justice... which there isn't anyway. I would've loved more character time, but you know it was 130 miuntes not a seven part miniseries.

That part where Eldridge got kidnapped, because James wanted to play cowboy did make me think a lot about Encino Man and how people in charge totally just abuse the hell out of their subordinates sometimes. Except I really liked James, but damn was he a dick.

I'm sure I have other thinking thoughts. I'm tired right now though and want to go back to watching my pretentious French films.

Oh, if you're interested in really just killing yourself with war angst, also go see Waltz with Bashir, which is about a Lebanese massacre in the early 1980s. I'd, uh, have some Prozac on hand if you try to make this a double feature.

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The first day he works with John Cooper, Ben goes home and jerks off for an hour - keeping himself right on the edge for as long as he can before he has to give in to the need, the throb of his dick and come all over himself. He's a mess, come everywhere, and he doesn't care. He just lies there, not even fully undressed, and keeps stroking his cock until he can't take it anymore, then he sucks his fingers clean, wishing like fuck it was Cooper's come he was sucking down.

That lasts for about three days and then it's not enough. Ben's fantasized about guys before, but he's never done anything about it, but Cooper's in his head and he doesn't know how to get him out. Doesn't know that he wants to. Between the calls and the adrenaline and the mind-numbing boring stretches of shit, he watches Cooper and listens to him and tries to learn instead of wanting to do things that are almost enough to make him blush. He drives around for two hours after his last shift of the week, aimlessly, he thinks, until he ends up at a grocery store and buys whiskey, eggs and two bottles of KY. He gets the specialized brand - the one made especially to enhance her pleasure - not because he cares if the clerk thinks he's fucking women, men or goats for that matter, but because he's never gotten far enough in thinking about guys to really, honestly think about something up his ass.

Just the thought of that - Cooper's dick buried inside him - makes him hard, and the ride home is excrutiating. Every bump and jolt of the bike makes his dick throb and he's barely inside the door before he's digging through the bag for the lube. He breaks the eggs, but he doesn't care, just strips out of his clothes right there and lubes two fingers up, going too fast and feeling the hard burn as he pushes them inside. It aches and his cock deflates slightly, so he drops back to one and works his way up, panting and thrusting into the air until he comes all over the Persian throw rug his mom bought him as a housewarming gift. He has rug burns and his ass burns, and he wants Cooper more than ever.

It takes him another week to break down and buy a dildo. He's managed three fingers and watched more porn that he has the entire rest of his life, stroking his dick and riding his fingers, lying on the floor like some sort of desperate, wanton whore and moaning John's name when he comes. He's got a vast array of downloaded gay porn, all of it involving cops or Marines and he's found two actors close enough to John that he watches them and imagines what it would be like if John were doing that to him - licking his ass, sucking his dick, squeezing his balls, pinning Ben to the wall. Riding in the squad car is like fucking torture, and he jerks off in one of the bathroom stalls before he showers after the shift, because he's not sure what he'd do otherwise.

Bad enough that he watches John in the shower, that he watches his hands move over his body and rub every muscle, rest on his lower back as he arches it and stretches. Ben knows as much about John's body as he can from the distance of several shower heads and the passenger seat of the car, and when he finally goes to the shop, he knows exactly what he wants.

It's blue, which is bad enough, but it's called the 'Cop Killer' and it's big and thick and almost what Ben wants. As close as he can get to John's dick. He buys it without comment and the clerk doesn't look at him at all. He buys more lube and hurries home, needing it far more than he wants to admit. He's learned, but he doesn't care, and takes it too deep too fast. His ass burns and he gasps, but it's the right kind of pain and he manages to get it deep inside him. He sits on the arm of his couch, legs straddling it and rocks backward, taking it deeper as the movie on his TV shows the John look-alike bending his partner over and handcuffing him before eating out his ass and then fucking him until he confesses to something - anything, Ben doesn't care - and then he pulls out and comes all over his partner's back. Ben doesn't last that long, he's too far gone before he's even got the cuffs out, but he watches it all, shuddering from the pressure against his prostate and stroking himself with his own come.

Blurp. Burble. Meep

So, I get this in my inbox and I'm all, "Yay, L mail!" and then I see it's comment!fic and my brain is all "ooooh, Comment!Fic!" and then it processes a little more "SOUTHLAND COMMENT FIC!" and by this time I'm in a tizzy. Please note I haven't read it yet.

And then...then I read it.

I do not think I have the words in my vocabulary to adaquately explain my reaction to this. I don't think "I DIED" quite covers the mind-bending hotness. The way that my brain just went 'splat!' all over everything. I, you, and this... is there more? I know I'm a greedy little bugger AND I DON'T CARE!!! He bought a dildo called the COP KILLER. Do you really expect me not to get on my knees and beg, because I totally can. I really can.

LOOK!

(http://s467.photobucket.com/albums/rr40/ahackwriter/?action=view&current=worship_kneeling.jpg)

Yeah. Apparently there's going to be more. They won't fucking do stubble!porn, but Ben was fine with me seeing him like this. Whatever, boys. Hopefully finished soon!

That's good, because I've read this three, four times already and really, I need more. Slutty Ben is really very slutty. And a great, joyful mess to play with. He likes attention. *loves Slutty!Ben* *loves L*

Also, I was thinking about Assassin!Nate... like you do. And my brain was like Assassin! Nate... assassin... nate... assassinate! I never said I wasn't a little twisted.

I want to write you comment!fic. What should I write?!

your link to this almost killed me.
Guh...

So very very hot

Thank you! There's actually a longer version over at my journal now too.

Oh, cool! Thanks for letting me know.

Unfortunately I'm right now at my library's informationdesk aka work so I can't skip over and read it. *really really wants to*

(see me suffer)

DOOD.

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