War, Southland and comment-fic, oh my!

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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.

Comments

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Ben's fascination with being handcuffed is strictly rhetorical. Handcuffs are cold, restrictive. You put them on too tight and your wrists start to ache. The tendons begin to throb.

At the Academy they took turns handcuffing eaxh other, but there was always the fucknut who wanted to be John Wayne about it. Who ended up getting smacked in the back of the head by his instructor.

Ben thinks about this when he wakes up on Tuesday morning and he's tied to the bed. Except it's not handcuffs holding him down. Of course not. John would never abuse his property that way.

Ben wriggles against the matress, his morning erection rubbing against the sheets only covering a part of his hip and thigh.

He cranes his head back, tries to make sure that what he thinks he's seeing is what's really there.

"Oh, look who's awake." John's tone is joyous. It's almost creepy, except that Ben's cock seems to interpret creepy as 'time to get hard.'

Ben licks his lips, glares at the doorway. "You put socks around my wrists?" he's going for insulted. Apparently it got caught somewhere around amused and intrigued.

John shrugs. "Zip strips hurt," he says conversationally. "You're going to be here a while, I didn't want to have to take you to the ER afterwards. Laura would kick my ass."

"So you used socks as padding?"

John crosses over to the bed, tugs on the sheet until Ben's completely uncovered. "I forget how bitchy you are when you're horny," he says running a finger along the inside of Ben's thigh. Ben shifts his hips. Tries to get closer to John's hand, but that's the shitty thing about being tied to the bed. You're not going anywhere until somebody gives you permission.

Ben lifts his hips, his cock slapping wetly against his stomach. "John," he wheedles.

John's fingers ghost down his thigh and over his sac completely ignoring his dick. Ben lifts his hips that inch higher, spreads his legs a little more, and then John's fingers slide down the crease of his ass, brush against his hole.

Ben closes his eyes, makes a noise that's all pleasure, and then John's hand is gone.

Ben's eyes snap open. "Why are you stopping?" he demands. John's grin is far too large as he gets off the bed. And then he walks out the room. "Where the fuck are you going?!" Ben hollers after him yanking on his restraints.

Even through the socks, Ben can feel how tight the zip ties are bound to his wrists. "Fuck!" he shouts to the ceiling.

"Maybe in a couple of hours," John says standing in the doorway holding something Ben has only seen in magazines.

Ben swallows. "What -- what's that?"

John smirks. Turns on the green cylinder in his hand. It emits a small vibration. "Don't tell me you don't know what this is," John says, crossing back over to the bed. "I've seen your porn collection."

Ben swallows again, automatically spreads his legs a little wider as John sits down at the end of the bed. "Where'd you get that?" he says a little hoarsely.

"It's part of an initiation packet they give to all training officers," John says, rubbing the vibrating butt plug along the inside of Ben's right thigh. "You know, a little something to break in rookies."

Ben's 'huh' comes off more ragged than he'd hoped for.

John just smiles. "You know the part I really like?"

"No, what -- what part is that?" Ben can feel his body shifting, his spine trying to extend, to get closer to John. He moans loudly as John slides the plug in, as the vibrations start ratcheting through his body.

John's smile slides into a grin. "The part where it comes with a remote control."

[kuteki.livejournal.com]

It's almost creepy, except that Ben's cock seems to interpret creepy as 'time to get hard.'

Hee, that was so awesome, you rock! ♥

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

John is pure, fucking evil. I love him. And you.

[inmyriadbits.livejournal.com]

Oh, that is so evil. But apparently I find 'evil' as hot as Ben finds 'creepy.' :D

I wonder what kind of range that remote has...

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

Cooper is evil. You are love.

And does this mean I don't need to write the Ray/Walt one?

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Bitch, I will cut you. Write NOW.

Dude, I am cutting you off from the sugar - PART 1

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

"Is this the moment when I tell you that I lost the keys," Walt asks. He's grinning. Normally, Ray is estatic when Walt is this happy. It usually takes hours of effort on Ray's part. The last time he saw Walt with such a big grin was when Ray had done sock puppet theater for him with a Brad sock and a Nate sock. Walt had been especially impressed with how the Brad sock's eyes seemed to follow you where ever you went. The point being that Ray loves making Walt happy, but even Ray has his limits.

"I think that's supposed to be my line," Ray replies because really if anyone was the handcuffer in this relationship as opposed to the handcuffee, it was Ray.

Walt looks hurt. "You were planning on handcuffing me naked to the bed and then losing the keys? That's not very nice."

Ray glares. Some people thought Walt didn't have a sense of humor. The truth was that Walt's humor was just too twisted for even a Marine. There was fucked up. And then there was Walt. Everyone thought he was such a nice boy, too.

"Take off the handcuffs, Walt," Ray orders.

Walt smiles. "No."

It would be one thing if Walt was using this as opportunity to do incredibly perverted things to Ray while Ray was all helplesss. Ray would be a little cranky about the handcuffs then, but a tongue up his ass and a really nice orgasm would make Ray inclined to forgive Walt.

Walt, however, was just standing there watching him and it was making Ray nervous.

"Do you not understand how this game works?" Ray asks. "You tie me up. I'm all helpless. You shove your dick in my mouth and come all over my face and then blow me. Or there are really any number of options that I would be happy to go into more detail about. The point being that we should be having happy fun kinky sex times now. You're not just supposed to be standing there like a retard with your thumb up your ass. Actually, feel free to put a thumb in your ass. At least I'd have something interesting to watch if I'm stuck here."

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[hackthis.livejournal.com]

"Do you not understand how this game works?" Ray asks. "You tie me up. I'm all helpless. You shove your dick in my mouth and come all over my face and then blow me. Or there are really any number of options that I would be happy to go into more detail about. The point being that we should be having happy fun kinky sex times now. You're not just supposed to be standing there like a retard with your thumb up your ass. Actually, feel free to put a thumb in your ass. At least I'd have something interesting to watch if I'm stuck here."

COMEDY GOLD! It's like Walt didn't get the memo about his TPS Report.

Part II

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

"I could gag you too," Walt threatens.

Ray pouts.

"I'll use the Brad sock puppet," Walt add. "I still have it."

"That's fucking sick!" Ray says. He's kind of impressed, though. He decides be quiet might be a good idea.

He lasts for about three seconds.

"Help! Help! I've been handcuffed to my bed by a man who doesn't know what to do with his dick!"

Walt laughs and Ray counts it as a minor victory.

"You have better fucking do something soon or I am taking away your pervert card," Ray says.

"There is no such thing as a pervert card."

"Walt, fuck me now. This is me begging. See what you have reduced me to?"

"Begging usually involves more pleading and less angry shouting, Ray."

"So you're just going to stand there and watch me?" Ray asks.

"You never stay still," Walt says. "I just wanted you to stay still for a little bit."

Ray thinks maybe this is when they're supposed to be having some sort of a moment. And Ray is all about moments. He would fucking hug the shit out of Walt if he could actually use his arms and get off the bed.

"Also," Walt adds, "Brad said he would give me 20 bucks if I'd do it and post the pictures to the internet."

"Walt," Ray says. "You do realize that when I get free from here, you are never going to be able to go to sleep ever again because the second that you do, I'm going to tie you to the bed, spank you, and then fuck you so hard the handcuffs won't even matter because you won't be able to move for days."

"Really?" Walt asks, finally taking a step closer.

"You really are a sick fuck," Ray says.

"Thank you," Walt says and then takes another step.

Ray's legs are not tied down and Walt is almost within range. Ray tries to look innocent. It's not something he's very good at.

"You don't think I know what's going to happen if I take another step?" Walt asks.

"Sex. A whole lot of dirty of sex. And then you'll make be pancakes," Ray says.

"I am not making you pancakes," Walt says, but he takes a step forward anways and Ray kicks out and knocks Walt onto the bed.

Walt lands with his head in Ray's lap. Ray is awesome.

"So..." Walt says. "Nap time now?"

"When I tied you up and fuck you, I'm not going to let you come," Ray threatens.

Walt mouths at Ray's cock and then looks up at him. "Tell me more."

"I think," Rays says as Walt bites at his hip. "I might love you. A lot."

Walt grins in delight and licks Ray's stomach as Ray plots out his future revenge.

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[hackthis.livejournal.com]

"Help! Help! I've been handcuffed to my bed by a man who doesn't know what to do with his dick!".

And this is what you call the cops for. Ben and John would LOVE this call.

Ilu so hard. I even wrote more Southland and some Gs-verse. I will ponder Nate and Assassin!Brad when I get home.

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[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalt! ♥ How are they so fucked up yet completely precious at the same time??? LOVE!

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[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

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

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[elizaria.livejournal.com]

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

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[alethialia.livejournal.com]

Some people thought Walt didn't have a sense of humor. The truth was that Walt's humor was just too twisted for even a Marine. There was fucked up. And then there was Walt. Everyone thought he was such a nice boy, too.

I do! I think he's such a nice boy! Apparently I am very wrong about this.

"I am not making you pancakes," Walt says, but he takes a step forward anways and Ray kicks out and knocks Walt onto the bed.

Walt lands with his head in Ray's lap. Ray is awesome.

::dies laughing::

So awesome. Ilu.

[chicklet-girl.livejournal.com]

HAVE FALLEN TO FLOOR IN MANNER MATCHING MY ICON ABOVE STOP RESPIRATION ERRATIC STOP IS DED

[chicklet-girl.livejournal.com]

Oh, also:

At the Academy they took turns handcuffing eaxh other, but there was always the fucknut who wanted to be John Wayne about it. Who ended up getting smacked in the back of the head by his instructor.

Is Gibbs teaching this class? Actually, that would be kind of awesome. He *was* an MP, after all. (And sniper.)