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hackthis_archive) wrote2009-08-10 03:18 pm
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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 ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
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.
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.
The 11th Commandment
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."
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But, omg, BOYS! Shaving cream balloon fight!
Besides, Brad's far too busy to looking for porn in Nate's nightstand to think about things like guilt.
I want to marry this line. This line is Brad distilled to his essence!
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.
Oh, my poor, poor sides. Srsly, I'm wiping away tears. You kill me.
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.
Mmmmmmm.
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."
I love the little detail of Brad tossing it over his shoulder. LOVE. Also, Nate's dawning hope. ::hearts::
They're so cute! Love them! And you. As one does.
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