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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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Not want your take? Psha. That's just crazy talk.

You don't even give me a 'wet!Brad = hotassery.' I am abused, I'm telling you.

Dude, I wrote you GS-verse with Natalie and all I get is abuse; I see how it is. Go away so I can write about Brad finding this picture in the back of Nate's nightstand.

Oh, shit, I totally missed that! I FAIL at thread-stalking!

::runs away::

Ain't he a cutie? And seriously, 12 years old.

No idea. The tie gives me bad ideas, though.

You people need to go to jail. You are wrong.

He's only, like, 2 years younger than I am! It's not my fault he's the 21st century Dorian Gray!!!

Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh. Also, it's his birthday. There HAD to be spankings. :D

Well,

nightanddaze has been wanting OZ-style prison fic, so that might actually be helpful for research purposes and all.

Puh-lease, don't tell me the tie didn't give you thoughts. Also, just like to point out, this was during filming. This is how Stark looked DURING FILMING.

The guys probably didn't hit on Nate because it made them feel like dirty old men. Plus, ya know, BRAD, but the other thing, too.

I actually have an idea about this picture and you all are going to HATE ME. *grins broadly*

See, these are the kinds of pics I didn't post because making Brad's head explode should be saved for special occasions.

Oooh, Z, reporter!Nate? Think he got the picture of his gf stolen and passed around?

...shit. Just - warn a girl before you kill anyone off, yes?

Oh Nate. *pets him*

I wrote Ray/Walt and handcuffs further up too :)

(http://s446.photobucket.com/albums/qq182/miominmioart/askars/?action=view&current=16aocid.jpg)

Clearly Nate stole his G.I. Joe and put him in a slutty dress.

AAWWWHHH!!!

XD Oh my.. Brad!!

Nate's in the shower cleaning himself off since it's possible he just got attacked with balloons filled with shaving cream on his way home. It's also possible that Brad's responsible for this happening, you know since he's the one who had said balloons in his backpack and totally ambushed Nate when he was walking from the car to his house. And then there was some yelling and possible somebody got hosed – but Brad can live with being wet.

Besides, Brad's far too busy to looking for porn in Nate's nightstand to think about things like guilt.

Every man over the age of 15, okay, 13 has porn in his nightstand; it’s decreed by law. In fact it's probably the 11th Commandment, and Moses just didn't want to get shit from his wife about what he was doing with the latest version of Biblical Hotties hiding under the Kleenex.

Nate, it would seem, is not like other guys at all. Brad's always had his suspicions.

Yes, he's got the Kleenex and the Jergens, but there's no copies of Hustler at all.

Brad raises an eyebrow and taps the bottom of the drawer. No, no false bottom either.

Brad frowns. This isn't right at all.

He slides down off of the bed and onto his knees, rifles through the old copies of National Geographic, Sports Illustrated and college brochures. He shakes the magazines and waits for something salacious to come out. But there are no naked chicks in the Nat Geos, just studies of the Antarctic, and unless Nate's suddenly developed a thing for Troy Aikman or Emmitt Smith, that's not it either.

Brad scowls at the nightstand. There's something there, it's just hiding from him.

He unplugs Nate's lamp and sets it on the floor, pulls the drawer out and sets it aside. And then he takes the end table and turns it upside down and one piddling piece of paper falls to the floor.

Brad picks it up more out of disgust at his lack of victory than anything else, and then he flips it over and every nerve ending in his body fires under his skin. Heat surges from his toes to his fingertips to his cock, and he brushes wet strands of hair out of his face.

Nate doesn't have porn, but he has this.

"What the hell are you doing?" Nate's tone is more confused than irritated and Brad looks up at his friend standing in the doorway. Looks at the rivulets of water running down Nate's chest and the towel wrapped around his waist.

He blinks once, and then he holds up the photo. "You don't have porn, but you have this?"

The flush starts in Nate's cheeks and travels downward rapidly. Brad watches the way Nate's skin turns pink at the neck the way, he licks his lips thinking of something to say. "I've never seen that before," Nate lies brazenly.

"Oh," Brad says, watching a drop of water run from Nate's collarbone over his left nipple. He could trace it with his tongue. "So, you wouldn't mind if I ripped this up?" he says, preparing to tear the photo into squares. "The quality leaves something to be desired

Nate swallows, looks somewhere over Brad's right ear. "Doesn't matter to me."

Brad smiles as he stands up. Tries to replace the predatory smile he can feel on his face with something less likely to freak Nate out. "Where'd you get it?" he asks softly, advancing as Nate takes one step back and then another.

Nate's almost out the door when Brad reaches past him and slams the door shut before he can escape. "Nate," he says, using the voice his sister calls the "oh, god, Brad wants something" tone.

Nate purses his lips. "It's just a photo," he says stubbornly.

Brad nods and tosses it over his shoulder. "You're right" he says, reaching out and hooking his fingers into the makeshift waistband of Nate's towel. "I'd much rather have the real thing."

Nate looks up at him, eyes wide and searching. "You would?"

Brad tugs at the towel, feels it release in his hand and pulls it off, taking in Nate completely exposed before him. "Yeah," he admits. "Definitely."

Edited 2009-08-11 16:51 (UTC)

I KNOW! I missed that, TOO! I don't know what was going on yesterday, jeez.

It's the overstimulation. How are you supposed to think properly with all the pretty pictures?

Nate's getting married.

She's a beautiful girl, Abby. She's got black hair and blue eyes. She's striking. Smart. Nate met her at some political thing he went to in D.C. and they've been inseparable ever since.

He was supposed to go hiking with Brad two weeks after he came back and he canceled, because Abby got a last minute ticket to see him.

Brad understood though. Of course. Camping in the forest versus getting your dick sucked weren't even in the same category.

Except, it's been 13 months and Brad still doesn't know the specifics of how they met (lie). Just that Nate came back to California and couldn't shut up about this girl (truth). About how she was smart and kind. That she loved surfing and kids. That she'd grown up in San Diego and her dad was retired from the USMC.

He said she let him talk about the Corps. That she could talk politics until Senate aids were begging "No more!" That she was cool about everything. And that she -- she really liked him.

And that Nate liked her too. Because one does not necessarily follow the other.

They moved into together four months ago, and Ray and Walt were their first house guests since Brad was very much not in Afghanistan (lie). Apparently they all drank until somebody passed out under the couch.

Ray wouldn't shut up about her for a whole week. He kept insisting that Nate had found the last bad ass chick in the entire world. That Abby could fix her own car and that she'd taken them fucking BASE jumping in Elsinore.

That she was so bad ass even Brad couldn't find fault with her.

In that, Ray is very wrong. But Nate's getting married in three days and it's a bit late for Brad to cause issues now. Except that this is a bachelor party, and Nate's surrounded by everyone who loves him. Everyone except her.

Brad's met her of course. He was even on his best behaviour the entire time. Not the condescending, I really hate your ass tenor he saves for Jenna and Sam, but the kind only his mother could sniff out as disingenuous. And he knows... he knows that if he'd met her himself. If she wasn't with Nate. If it weren't for any number of these things, she would be ideal.

But he had his opportunity. Had his chance. And when Nate asked him, point blank, if there was any reason at all that Nate shouldn't marry Abby, Brad lied and said "no."

And now they're at this bar and in less than 48 hours Nate will be lost.

Brad looks at Nate in his hideous brown hat and the orange tie that they've been using like a leash all night and he knows that if he doesn't say something now. It'll all be lost.

He claps his hands for attention and spills beer on his shirt as he climbs up on the nearest table top. And when he announces to the entire room, "Every last one of you whiskey tango retards should know that I love Nate Fick more than anyone else, because if I didn't I'd totally kidnap his ass and leave him in Mexico until he comes to his senses," and everybody laughs, only three people know it's not a joke.

Brad can tell by the horror on Ray's face that he's figured it out, and the stricken look that sweeps across Nate's face says it all. And then Brad clambers down off the table, and goes off to get disgustingly drunk.

The Corps is all about sacrificing. Sometimes -- most times -- you don't get what you want.

I READ THE FIRST TO LINES AND STOPPED! YOU ARE SO EVIL!

See, these are the kinds of pics I didn't post because making Brad's head explode should be saved for special occasions.

In that case I declare today a special occasion!

Either that or I just enjoy the thought of Brad's head exploding :D

Clearly I am a masochist at heart because I read this and loved it (in a painful sort of way)!

He was even on his best behaviour the entire time. Not the condescending, I really hate your ass tenor he saves for Jenna and Sam, but the kind only his mother could sniff out as disingenuous.

I love that his Mom knows him best.

He found it! And awwwwwww, boys!

Oh man. Selfsacrifices are hard.

Abby wouldn't possibly have anything to do with NCIS Abby would she?

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