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War, Southland and comment-fic, oh my!

It's interesting that the plague showing up in China and the Birthers bullshit only kind of makes me nervous, but

tomricks interrupting his vacation to blog about shit falling apart in Iraq makes me want to crawl under my desk and kiss my ass goodbye.

Also, this article about a personal trainer who put on 88 lbs. just so he could lose it and see what it's like for his clients is pretty compelling. I think this is going to make him a much stronger trainer.

I feel like I'm saying this every time I post (and I probably am, too bad!), BUT, for those stragglers who aren't on the train yet. NBC is re-airing Southland right now in the run up to the premiere (Sept 25th) on Friday nights at 8pm. You can also watch it on NBC.com and on Hulu. They have the first four episodes up (there are only seven), so please, please please, watch it. You won't regret it. Really.

In other Southland news: Michael and Ben start filming tomorrow. If I was any more excited I'd bounce out of my chair. Oh, wait, and L is writing me comment!porn featuring slutty!Ben. You all wish you had an L, but she is mine. Okay, jointly shared with Q and A. And her family. And all of you, but you know what I mean.

Offer Redux!: Oh, and I've been thinking, you know, I had so much fun the last time around that if anybody's got some like photos or something and might want some comment-fic, you know, I think I'm open for business.* Who knows, you might even get L, A and Q to play along too. Then again, they might all boycott and you'll be stuck with me. ;-)

*You know how it goes.

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"This conversation needs to stop right now," a deep voice calls from over Nate's shoulder and every nerve in Nate's body quivers.

Nnnnnngh. That made my TOES tingle. Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad! Also? ILU, Nat but please go away so THEY CAN HAVE SEX NOW!

Nate is late. This makes Brad irritable.

After assignments there's always a window of radio silence between the operative and home, while items are disposed of and the operative returns to base.

Brad's team has this art down to a science. When it's possible to spend an entire day in a space the size of a coffin waiting on a target, leaving as soon as possible is tantamount to a contest.

Breaking down of weapon: 90 seconds (Brad holds the record at 38 seconds)
Policing of brass and environs: 1 minute, 25 seconds (Brad also holds this record at 43 seconds)
Exit: 1-5 minutes (Ray holds this record at 23 seconds only because he jumped out a window)
Return to Home: Depending on the location, between 30 minutes and 24 hours.

The window to return home depends entirely on the location of the assignment. If you're working close to home you're expected immediately. If you're further away you are to check in a regular 90 minute intervals until you are home. Failure to do so... Well, nobody is that stupid.

Brad sent Nate on assignment to Massachusetts. He was due back in the office seven minutes ago. Brad does not worry. Except sometimes, and generally that sometimes is spelled N-a-t-e.

Brad looks at the three flat screens on his desk, watching his e-mail automatically update, sign-outs occuring in munitions and in the corner of one screen a replay of a football match with his favorite team.

It's now seven minutes and 38 seconds. That's more than enough. Brad pulls out the desk drawer on his lower right, and then he pulls out the false bottom and grabs his Glock. There are all sorts of handguns at Brad's disposal. Expensive and high powered and practically lined in gold, but Brad's found that the best gun is the one that always performs when you need it to. Besides, he gave his favorite Beretta to Nate.

He's just checking the chamber when the door to his office flies open, banging against the wall loudly. "Honey, I'm home."

Nate's grin is enormous, bright and full of mischief. His cheeks are flushed. He's taken to this job just as well as Brad knew he would. Once he got over the reservations about... everything.

Brad narrows his eyes and fires a round right by Nate's left ear. It enters a hole in the wall on the other side of the office. This is not the first time Brad's been displeased at work.

"What the fuck, Brad?!" Ray hollers from somewhere nearby. Nate just frowns.

"What the fuck's wrong with you?" he says, removing his coat and hanging it up next to Brad's.

Brad slips the safety back on his gun and sets it on his desk. "You're late."

Nate rolls his eyes and unbuttons his shirt at the wrists. "I was here, I was just talking to Poke," he says. "My com was giving me feedback, stop being such a pissy bitch."

Brad can feel the corners of his mouth turning down as he stands up. Nate pauses, his fingers hooked under the sleeve he's rolling up. In several large steps, Brad's across the room and slamming shut his door. Except it doesn't slam properly because Ray's been fucking with his springs again, and it hisses closed five centimeters from the door jamb.

The door snicks closed and Brad turns back to Nate. "I don't give a shit if you're bleeding all over those thousand dollar trousers I bought you, you come to see me first, do you hear me?" he snaps.

Nate's mouth quirks up at the left corner. "Aw, poor Brad. Were you worried?"

Brad makes a derisive noise, which is cut off by Nate closing the gap between them and kissing him sharply on the mouth. "If I admit I was bad, will you punish me?" he asks, green eyes bright.

Brad can feel the smile pulling wide. "Why don't you bend over my desk and find out?"

Edited 2009-08-11 03:26 (UTC)

Brad can feel the smile pulling wide. "Why don't you bend over my desk and find out?"

Nnnnnnnnnnng. YES! WHY DON'T YOU DO THAT, NATE! PLEASE!

Cranky worried Brad is super super super hot. And I love Nate's entrance. He's so adorable when he's happy and messing with Brad's head. LOVE! ♥

I love that John is amused by his boy. Of course, he'd be just as bad if someone tried to take his Ben away from him. They don't share well.

They are so insanely awesome. I may love them (and you) more than cheese. And I fucking *love* cheese, dude.

You know, Natalie, if you'd stuck around a couple more minutes, I bet they'd have even stopped caring you were in the room. Silly girl.

So, like, WWII!Nate. Discuss. Just stick Brad's face over Ryan Phillipe's.

Cheekbones!

I approve of this a lot.

::looks at calendar::

im all for nate het...on the other hand, I also think Brad may have something to say...

Brad does not worry. Except sometimes, and generally that sometimes is spelled N-a-t-e.

WIN!

Brad narrows his eyes and fires a round right by Nate's left ear. It enters a hole in the wall on the other side of the office. This is not the first time Brad's been displeased at work.

Once again, spelled N-A-T-E.

"Why don't you bend over my desk and find out?"

OMG, YOU LEAVE IT THERE!

::is very innocent::

SO MUCH LOVE! I mean, just so you know. I think you know. But I emphasize, just in case.

::looks at calendar::

And L brings the smackdown! In a subtle way. Impressive.

Oh, what, you people have NOTHING to say to wet, half-naked hs!Brad? Srsly? Fine. FINE. Make me do everything myself, damn.

***
A few unused pictures had remained on Nate's disposable camera. It'd been sitting around forever, to the point that it was getting stupid. He needed to take pictures of something, so bringing it into the boys locker room hadn't seemed like a terrible idea. The guys hadn't cared, hamming it up like the attention whores they were. Only Brad had raised an eyebrow, then promptly disappeared to shower.

Nate was undeterred. He saved the best for last, caught Brad in a towel, wet hair hanging in his eyes. Brad didn't even need to say a word—his expression clearly stated how vastly unimpressed he was.

Nate merely smirked and tossed off a jaunty salute.

The pictures became a slightly bigger deal when someone (Tony) had stolen them, made photocopies, and tossed them down the stairwells in an attempt to get some vengeance on behalf of all the colored folk that white boys had exploited over the years. Or something.

The fact that Tony looked like some kind of bronzed god next to the rest of them—and he wanted Angie to notice—that might've had something to do with it, too.

Needless to say, they were the talk of the school soon enough.

Ray regaled anyone who'd listen with arguments of how svelte (his word) physiques were vastly superior to the muscle-bound meatheads of the rest of the team. Nate didn't really follow, though he was duly offended on the meatheads' behalf.

A shocking number of people believed Ray, nodded along. Many of them girls. Nate would suggest Ray become a politician if he didn't fear Ray might actually do so. He couldn't, in good conscience, inflict that on the world.

The amusement lasted a while...and then Nate heard the grumbling. Again, mostly from girls. They didn't appreciate the lack of self-portraiture. Or of Brad.

Brad just loved that. "I seem to recall you taking a picture of me," Brad said, raising an eyebrow at Nate after he was asked, again, when their pictures would be forthcoming.

Nate smiled his self-deprecating smile and shrugged. "Came out blurry." It was true—technically true—just lacking the tiny detail of how blurry.

Brad didn't ask, but his eyes called bullshit as the girls made annoyed sounds and melted away.

Well, whatever. The picture was blurry—God's honest truth—so Nate had set it aside.

He looked at it sometimes. Not in a creepy way or anything, just...considering. There was something about it. Something purely Brad, a kind of age-old quality there. Oh, his skin was smooth, muscles cut, barely a shadow of stubble on his chin; he had every outward appearance of youth, but something about his eyes, the way he looked at Nate—it stuck with him.

It didn't go away. It was there as he settled into sleep, there when his alarm rudely awoke him, even there when he jerked off in the shower, no matter how hard Nate tried to blank it out, think of anything else. No, his mind always returned to Brad's eyes, filled in the scene: Brad looking at him like that, while Nate thrust into his fist, water sliding down his body. Nate gasped at the jolt that sent through him, steam thick in his lungs. He firmed his grip, imagined Brad doing this, stroking him rough and tight, watching, always watching—

Coming was a rush—freefall when he hadn't expected it. It left him lightheaded and weak, panting against the tile and wondering what the fuck.

What the fuck?

Nate pulled himself together more slowly than usual, the thought of Brad's eyes still tingling in his nerve endings, the wash of pleasure making his head heavy.

He should get rid of the picture. That much was clear.

Nate went to his room and grabbed it, moved to drop it in the trash...but then he did that thing, that thing where he looked at it. And he just couldn't.

Fuck.

Instead he stuffed it in a drawer and pushed it out of his mind. Really, no need to dwell on things that didn't even matter.

He kept the negative.

It still didn't matter. Not at all.

***

The end. (Until Brad finds the picture, but that's someone else's job, A is tired.)

OMG!!! I shouldn't have gone to bed, though this is certainly a good thing to wake up to, love, love Ben being all possessive and Cooper's reaction of "aww cute, down puppy!" is priceless. And I don't know if that is intentional, but I am treating this as a prequel the other one. Thank youuu!

I cannot wait for Southland to come to England! I wants it! I needs it!

And here, have a pic for porn :D

Our very own Manimal and Q-Tip <3

Okay so just jumping in on your latest post here, but I've just seen Southland eps 1 to 3 and hell yes, I'm eagerly awaiting the download for the rest. (unfortunately, because living in Sweden, I'm getting my hands on the series anyway I can). I really enjoy the documentary feel of it and it's rough and hard and no one's happy and I just wanna squish everyone. So I read

hackthis fic to feel better. And I have 'yoursomuchawesome' comments on those fics to make.

But I gotta ask - the bleeping. Is that just my dl'd version of the eps or do they seriously bleep out all the cursing? It's really annoying.

And is there a fandom newsletter for this series so I can hang onto and keep up with?

/off to read the mentioned commentfic

Heeeee :D Comedy gold, hotness and a moment = awesome!

Where's THAT image from?

*stares*

*drools a little*

cock holster?!

I'm laughing so hard without making a sound as I'm STILL AT WORK, I might have herniated something.

Oh, Nate. You're so cute thinking that you're not totally in love with him.

I have the link to the picture open to write. I just now have to go to work. Unfair! I just want to stay home and write porn!

I think it is from the OC, but I am not completely sure! :D

Umm... I don't remember anyone being that hot in O.C. But then I got too fed up with the Marissa/Ryan storyline of being together and then not and woeisme by the actress that I just never could get around to even like (sorry?)

THAT *points* I'd have stuck it out longer for ;P

NO! WORK IS BAD! Says the person who has a 12 hour day ahead of her and won't be able to write. SADNESS!

I love how you get all pissy like I'm not systematically working my way down this post. But you know, since you did it yourself I'm sure you don't want my take on it now ;-)

Hopefully this works, I'm bad at puttings pictures in comments *crosses fingers*

(http://www.flickr.com/photos/30382722@N08/3812018186/)

(http://www.flickr.com/photos/30382722@N08/3811202695/)

Nate's denial is a tangible thing. He's gonna be a bit thrown when Brad finds that picture and is all, 'so, is there a reason you keep my picture with the rest of your jerkoff material?' And Nate's gonna be like, '...huh. That's not a bad point.' But then he'll have Brad, so.

YAYYYYYY!

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