Thursday - RPS day

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It's RPS/F day!

Choose any type of RPS/F - Lord of the Rings, Kane, CW, Leverage... - and then choose a pairing and a prompt.

Please code your prompts correctly, though, and please only leave one prompt per comment. Your talented codemonkeys do have a hell of a job to do. Please leave your prompts like this:

Examples:
--Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, possessive
--CWRPS/Lotrips, JDM/Karl Urban, good boy

You can leave as many prompts as you want, answer as many as you want - and more than one person can answer a prompt. You can even write your own!
However, if you don't see anything you'd fancy writing from today, please, head on over to the Lonely Prompts page and see what you can give a home to over there.

Have fun!

Comments

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Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, possessive

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

There was a time when this thing was easy, comfortable. They were friends and sometimes they were...more than friends.

It never got in the way. Not of the music or other relationship. It was just this...thing.

But it's been years...and if he were to think about it, as the years went by other relationships sort of just stopped happening...and more and more this thing happened where they would fall into bed together at the end of the night and live inside each other's skin the whole next day...and he's not really sure when Chris gave up his apartment altogether, his stuff stashed hald in Steve's closet, half in some storage place down the street, but like everything else between them, it just sort of happened.

But this...this is new. Steve narrows his eyes and watches Chris work the room. It's something Chris is good at. Watches him laugh and smile and flirt.

It starts something low and deep inside him. A slow burn of need. As Chris makes his way toward him, Steve slides off the bar stool, sets his beer aside. Chris grins at him and reaches around him for his beer still sitting on the bar. "You ready to get out of here?"

Steve's ready for something...and Chris makes a sound of surprise as Steve turns, pinning him to the bar, one knee shoved between Chris' thighs. He's not thinking clearly and there's a bit of panic in Chris' eyes as he leans in, the room behind him forgotten for the moment as he does the unthinkable, kissing Chris right there for the whole room to see.

Chris makes a strange sound in his throat, but Steve's kiss is insistent, possessive and Chris slowly gives in, melts against the bar, against Steve. When Steve finally releases him, he whispers, "Now I'm ready."

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Leverage RPS, Timothy/Chris, dinner


Based on this article (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nT4AZ2JMfBc) where Chris says: "Me and Tim (Hutton) have become very, very close. We’ll go out and have a little bit of dinner, a glass of wine every night at our favorite spot in Los Angeles every night after shooting. We’d just sit there and we’d talk about the day and I got to know a very talented actor." How could I resist?

[nephir.livejournal.com]

yeah -- that inview made me want to see more RPS about them *grin*

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

CWRPS/Lotrips, JDM/Karl Urban, good boy

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

RPS, Joe Flanigan/Jason Momoa, towel fight

Forgot that this isn't a fandom specific comm for a moment. Sorry 'bout that.

[eleanorb.livejournal.com]

Being Human RPS, Russell/Aidan, "You dancin'?" "You askin'?"

Was inspired to write this myself

[eleanorb.livejournal.com]

"Russell, Did you just?"

"What?"

"Ask me to dance?"

"Err, yes."

"You know I'm not..."

"Interested?"

"A dancer. I never know when to lead."

"Don't worry. Just take your hand."

"Yes."

"And put it right about here."

"Not on your hip?"

"I think this is better, don't you? You just need a little rhythm. Start off slow, then..."

"Faster?"

"No, a little tighter perhaps and then twist. That's... fuck, that's perfect."

"And if I did this? You're biting your lip. Is that good or bad?"

"What do you think?"

"I think we need to dance more often."

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

RPS, Kirsten Dunst/Eliza Dushku, car bonnet

Role Reversal

[coneyislandbaby]

(warning: D/s play)

Of those who knew Kirsten and Eliza were a couple, and the even fewer of those who knew the girls played with kink, Eliza was sure that they'd think she was the one on top. And most of the time, those people would be exactly right. Eliza was a Domme and proud of it, and Kirsten was her girl. It was that simple, most of the time, whatever way they actually played.

But - just occasionally - Eliza liked to give herself up completely. And, luckily for them both, Kirsten liked to take complete charge just about as often.

Which was why Eliza was currently tied up, naked, her breasts and clit pressed against the heat of the car bonnet as Kirsten whipped her.

They'd found somewhere deserted, the cool night air moving over Eliza's skin as she moaned. Her clit was almost hotter than the bonnet, and she rubbed against it slightly.

"Stop," Kirsten's voice was firm. "You don't even think about coming yet, girl."

"Yes, Ma'am," Eliza murmured, her breasts bouncing with another blow. "Seventeen," she murmured in her count.

Three more blows, three more gasped out numbers, and Kirsten put the whip away.

"Such a slut," she said. "So willing to let me whip you and fuck you out here in the open. Some days I wonder why I don't do it more often."

Right then, Eliza was wondering herself. Well, when her pussy wasn't contracting and she wasn't concentrating hard on not coming. She whimpered when she felt Kirsten's lips on the welts, and moaned when Kirsten's tongue laved her tight hole. Kirsten hardly ever rimmed her without an order, though Eliza loved it, and she loved rimming Kirsten more than eating her pussy - and she loved eating Kirsten's pussy. She gasped when Kirsten's tongue slid down and entered her pussy, then licked from hole to hole, stopping at each for just long enough to be frustrating and yet so, so hot. Eliza had to be sure not to push her clit down too hard, or she'd come well before she was allowed.

Eliza was just at the point where she was about to beg for permission to come, when Kirsten stopped in her licking, sliding her tongue out of Eliza's ass. "You've done very well. Usually I would make you beg, girl, but I'm feeling merciful. You may come. As long as it's from my tongue and whatever you do to make it happen."

Sobbing with a mixture of gratitude and relief, Eliza ground her clit on the hot metal, felt Kirsten's tongue increase its actions on her, and almost before she knew it, she was screaming as she came hard, all over the car bonnet.

Untying Eliza, Kirsten pushed her to her knees, and she didn't notice the hard ground as she worked her tongue on Kirsten's pussy and brought her off, quickly. Then she dressed Kirsten, pulling her own thin robe on after. She'd lose that when she went home, anyway, Kirsten would keep her naked until morning, when their roles would change back.

Or at least when they usually changed back - Eliza couldn't help wondering if this time might be different. She would find out in the morning.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Lost RPS, Matthew/Josh, sex on the beach

Reminder, Lost RPS, Matthew/Josh, Sex on the beach

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It's so surreal.

The moonlight reflecting off the sea.

The feel of the water on his naked skin.

Josh splashing and laughing next to him.

For a second Matthew has to check that they are alone.

They are.

That's good.

It feels good.

He giggles slightly.

Then Josh is moving away, leaving him, walking out of the water.

Matthew finds himself staring, in horror and admiration.

He doesn't want Josh to go.

He stumbles over his limbs, swimming over to Josh.

Somehow he gets there, and stops him with a sloppy kiss.

To his cheek.

Matthew can feel Josh's mouth on his.

Tongue.

Suddenly, there's sand on his back.

Josh's mouth on his neck.

Matthew bucks away from the sand and into Josh.

Josh shakes his head and Matthew grabs him by the shoulders.

"We can't." Josh says, voice distorted. "You're drunk."

Matthew remembers drinking.

Beer, whiskey, cocktails.

Sex on the beaches.

Josh is drunk too and falls onto Matthew, almost knocking the wind out of him.

His cock doesn't object to the friction.

Matthew loves the salt of Josh's skin on his tongue.

Matthew loves Josh's tongue in his mouth.

Rutting like a barn-yard animal.

He comes, pleasure so sharp he almost blacks out.

He's being pushed and pulled, but his eyes are closed.

He's asleep.

******

Matthew wakes up to pain: his head is splitting, his bladder feels like it's bursting and all over is generally aching but his back is especially sore.

He stumbles to the bathroom, realising he knows this place, this is his place. He takes a leak, but his stomach doesn't stop hurting.

His mouth feels sticky, tastes stale so he pours himself a glass of water, adds a soluble headache tablet whilst he's at it.

The water solves the state of his mouth but his head is gonna take a little longer to return to normal.

He tries to get dressed, pulling on a pair of shorts and a shirt but they just end up getting sandy and he has to take them off again.

Matthew rubs a few grains of sand between his finger and thumb. He's reminded of what he's done. Back against the sand. Josh's flesh against his skin.

Matthew feels guilty.

He sees Josh the next day. Josh smiles and Matthew's cock stirs.

Josh's smile reminds him that he's in love with Josh.

[eleanorb.livejournal.com]

RPS, JDM/Gerard Butler, accents

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Generation Kill RPS, Alexander Skarsgård/Stark Sands, back from the desert

[dome_epais.livejournal.com]

The filming goes over schedule by five days. The cast wrap up their last shots in a straggling, jagged timeline, and then hop on any flights back to the U.S. Alex is one of the last in the hotel, rattling around in the quiet hallways. It's a relief to go back to Los Angeles.

During the flight, he tries to sleep and decompress. He has filmed on-location before, but never for so long. He hasn't seen someone outside of the project for weeks, what feels like years. He doesn't think he's been fully out of Colbert's character since he reached Namibia.

He arrives back in Los Angeles late at night with two huge duffel bags and half a plan to catch a cab and then sleep for a year. He turns his phone back on and stares at it while he walks, ignoring the crowd as it parts for him.

He stops when he hears Stark say, "'With downcast head, and sorrowful tread,/The people came back from the desert in dread.' (http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-scapegoat/)"

Stark is grinning at Alex from just off his elbow, looking neat and clean in a slightly loose green polo. He looks good. He looks like he's scrubbed Namibia and the shoot from his skin in the week he's been back.

Alex recovers from his surprise and gives Stark a hug. "We left a desert to come to one. What are you doing here, man?"

"I have an inside man that got me your flight information," Stark says with a shrug. He grabs the handle of one of Alex's bag and starts walking. "Figured I could give you a ride."

--

Once they're in the car, Stark asks for directions.

"Uh, right," Alex says and pulls out his phone again. "I was going to rent a room."

"What? You don't have an apartment?"

"Didn't make sense to keep an empty place, so I moved my stuff into storage and terminated the lease."

Stark nodded with a frown. "I have a roommate, so he just found someone to help with rent short-term." He threw glances across the car at the bright square of Alex's screen. "You're not seriously getting a room at eleven thirty, man."

"I seriously am," Alex contradicted lightly.

With a laugh, Stark tapped Alex's wrist to push the phone away. "Skarsgard. You are staying at my place tonight."

--

It's always a struggle trying to keep in touch with other actors once the project is wrapped up. Sometimes, you find out that without the project in common, you don't have much to say to each other at all.

Not so with Stark.

After Alex takes the longest shower he can, they start drinking. At first it looks like it'll be a night of reminiscing, retelling shooting stories they both know already. Then Stark segues into his own stories from stage performances, and Alex counters with Swedish dick jokes.

They get halfway through a slightly tipsy rendition of 'Heartbreak Hotel' - which is a little embarrassing, since Stark does musicals and Alex is hopeless - before Stark gets serious.

He asks, "So. I didn't want to bring it up while we were on the shoot..."

Alex tilts his head to show he's listening. His legs are thrown across Stark's Ikea coffee table, and Stark is at the other end of the couch in the same pose. Their angles have left their feet a few inches apart.

Stark waits long enough to make Alex think he should know where this is going already. He says cautiously, "I just thought, well. We have really good chemistry."

Oh.

Alex studies Stark's face - his attractive face, his bright eyes. He nods. "I thought that myself, from time to time."

Stark nods and smiles and looks away. "Yeah."

"Still do," Alex adds, taking another sip of beer.

Stark covers his mouth with a hand and starts giggling. "Okay. We've got good chemistry."

"Sands, get over here," Alex sighs. He grabs for Stark's collar and they're kissing before Stark can stop laughing.

They make out for a while, and then Alex falls dead asleep.

--

Alex wakes up with a tweaked neck and the sun in his eyes. There's a light blanket over him, sounds coming from the kitchen.

Stark's in there, making eggs and coffee. Alex leans on the doorframe with his arms crossed and tells him, "Dreamed that I was back in a humvee, listening to Billy and Lee read competitively."

Stark grins at him. "Welcome back again, then."

So Alex comes close enough to touch his cheek, turn him for another kiss. He's looking forward to having rain.

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

RPS, Joe Flanigan/Jason Momoa, heavy sleeper

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Steve, melt

[bwhouwant2b.livejournal.com]

The first time Christian met Jessica, she was 8 months old, and he just melted. He knew as soon as the social worker placed her in Steve’s arms, that she was their little girl.

When the adoption was final 6 months later, Christian felt those final walls around him heart melt. He and Steve finally had their own little family. They had each other, they had Jessica and they had Apollo. Their family was finally complete. It no longer felt like they were missing some vital part of their lives.

The first time Jessica called Christian Dada, Steve thought he was going to melt into a puddle of goo right there on their kitchen floor. Christian had always dreamed of being a daddy but it was like the fact that he finally was a daddy wasn’t cemented until she called him Dada.

Their beautiful daughter has inspired so many changes in Christian. Steve how he gets to see emotions written clearly on Christian’s face.

Christian isn’t the only one that melts whenever Jessica does something. Steve is right there with him. Hell even their friends find it hard to resist the draw that their daughter presents.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Life on Mars RPS, John Simm/Phil Glenister, guest star

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Steve, laugh

[rynnalyn.livejournal.com]

Sometimes it's a giggle. Usually those are reserved for easy nights getting high out under the stars with guitars and stories filled with bullshit. The moment they cross the line from okay-I-can-still-buy-that to come-one-you-couldn't-sell-that-to-my-blind-aunt the giggles start. Breathy and uncontrollable, when Steve giggles, Chris falls a little bit in love.

Sometimes its full on belly laughs. Usually reserved for the rare moments where everyone can get together, they're all loud and obnoxious and the real stories come out about hood surfing and beer runs that turn into photo ops... those nights when laughter is real and open and fun, Steve laughs from his toes to his ears and Chris falls a little bit in love.

But tonight, when they're warm and sated... when the bed spread is somewhere around their feet and its comfortable just to lie in each other's arms... when Steve softly laughs in amazement that they're really real.... when Chris feels his warm breath next to his ear... that's when Chris knows he's in love.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jon Stewart/Stephen Colbert, awards

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Steve, together

[bwhouwant2b.livejournal.com]

Doesn't exactly fit the prompt

When Steve doesn’t feel well, he likes to sit curled with Christian on the couch and watch movies. Sometimes it’s whatever is showing on TV and sometimes he’ll breakout his impressive collection of DVDs.

Tonight, Steve is curled up under a blanket, because he is freezing, waiting for Christian to come home because he doesn’t want to watch Lord of the Rings alone. He loves the movies, but he enjoys them more when Chris is there to make fun of him for watching them.

Chris can’t stand watching the movies because they are so long and he always ends up getting bored. He’ll still sit on the couch with Steve and watch every time Steve feels bad and wants to watch them.

Tonight, Steve will only make it through the first half of Fellowship of the Ring before he falls asleep with his head on Christian’s lap, Christian stoking his hair.

It doesn’t matter that he’s bored and it doesn’t matter that he can’t reach the remote to turn off the movie, all that matters is that he is here in this couch with Steve. That they are together and that they are in love. Nothing else is as important as those facts.


Been watching LOTR all day, can ya tell. LOL :)

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Steve, hush

[charlies_dragon]

(This is set about 2-3 weeks after All the Small Things featuring post-labour!Chris amongst others)

"You shouldn't be up and about Chris," Steve says, hearing his lover walk over form the bed to the cradle where Steve's watching their daughter sleep. "You'll put yourself in hospital and probably wake Cassie up in the bargain too."

"Couldn't sleep an' my two favourite people are the other side of the room. Whadd'ya expect me to do, huh?" Chris says, voice rising towards the end.

"Hush, you'll wake her," is all Steve says, transfixed by the tiny baby in front of him. Sometimes he wonders what he did to be blessed with such a beautiful daughter and loving partner.

"C'mon, let's go to bed. She'll still be here in the mornin' an' we'll both hear her if she gets restless," Chris says, pulling Steve back to bed.

Chris managed to get Steve to come back to bed, and for the next few hours, everyone in the Kane-Carlson household slept peacefully.

[galor5.livejournal.com]

RPS, Viggo/Orlando, standing in the rain

Standing in the rain

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

Obs! Not betad
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Trying to cover himself under a jacked to not get wet he ran to Viggo. Not long ago it had been sunny and now it was purring down. Orlando had no idea why Viggo didn't come in and he had to get the older man inside.

"Please Viggo, isn't it time to come in?" Orlando said when he reached his lover.

He didn't get any response, so he tried again. "You can't stand here in the rain. I don't want you to be sick."

Viggo still didn't make any movement. Not getting any response, Orlando moved in front of him. Viggo was soaked and he had his eyes close. Trying to keep his jacket above himself Orlando took a hand to Viggo's. Felt how cold it was.

"That's it, I don't care if you not come of your own will…" Orlando said and started pushing the older man.

"…stubborn bastard!" Orlando get out when he still struggled to make Viggo listen to reason.

Orlando could be stubborn as well and he had decided to win.

****

[galor5.livejournal.com]

RPS, Orlando/Sean, football

[galor5.livejournal.com]

RPS, Orlando/Karl, public sex

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

Comedian RPS, Rob Brydon/Ben Miller (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BM52hmBZgzw), soul mates. :P

[eleanorb.livejournal.com]

Wish I could do this one justice :-)

[galor5.livejournal.com]

RPS, Karl/Viggo, first time

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Steve, ready

[bwhouwant2b.livejournal.com]

“Are you ready?”

“No”

“Chris”

“I don’t think I can do this”

“Christian, you’ll be fine.”

“What if she hates me?”

“Christian, she loves you. You know that”

“I’m not ready to be a dad.”

“Don’t think you have a choice. The adoption will be final in a couple months and we get to pick her up today. We’re both parents now.”

“But she’s a girl.”

“I’d noticed.”

“I’m not ready to be a dad to a girl, Steve. I don’t know how to raise a little girl.”

“I’m telling you, we’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Christian. I’m positive. Ready to go now?”

“Yeah. I’m ready.”

[galor5.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jake / Orlando, meeting on a street corner

Jake/Orlando, meeting on a street corner

[giselleslash.livejournal.com]

Orlando shoved his hands in his pockets and nervously looked down the street. First one way, then the other. He was looking for strange spiky hair and enormous blue eyes with a smile to match.

For about the hundredth time he looked up at the street sign. Marquette and Sullivan. They had agreed on it when they kissed there that night.

The first of a long stream of kisses that were both sweet and uncontrolled.

And consuming.

Consuming, like fire, and neither one quite knew what to say afterward. It was simple chance, luck, that they met in the first place.

An open seat on the subway at rush hour was hard to come by, but there it was, next to blue eyes and a smile that nearly dropped Orlando to his knees. They got off at the next stop, neither knowing why, just that they had to.

They had to.

They had walked the entire night through the city and when the sun was just beginning to light the windows of the skyscrapers above them with fiery bursts they had kissed.

At the corner of Marquette and Sullivan.

They were both involved with other people, well, kinda sorta. You know. But they couldn't stop kissing, nor did they even want to try.

So here Orlando was. A month later. They had agreed on it, it gave them time to decide whether or not the night was a fluke or the beginning.

For Orlando it was the beginning, the opening passage of a brilliant book he was sure he'd never want to put back down. Now he could only look up and down the street, fidget and hope - hope - Jake felt the same way.

The minutes ticked by far on his wristwatch too fast and too slow both as he waited and just when he thought he couldn't wait anymore, that he'd stop breathing altogether, there, down the street, was strange spiky hair, enormous blue eyes and a smile to match.

Running toward him.

And it was like all the air suddenly flew back into Orlando's chest and he could finally breathe again.

[galor5.livejournal.com]

RPS, Sean / Viggo, co-pilots

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RPS, Timothy/Chris, late night

[shannonrita.livejournal.com]

It had been a long but productive day for all three of them. Milo now had his very own room at Chris' Nashville home, complete with a real artist's easel and plenty of space for his crayons, paints and pencils. It had been a true testament to his comfort when he had to be called to the table for supper and asked for five more minutes so he could finish a drawing for Chris.

Chris put the rest of the dishes into their proper places and wiped down the kitchen counters, making sure everything was clean. He then padded barefoot toward the bedroom, pausing to check on the 7 year old. He walked quietly into the room, folding his shirt and jeans and setting them on the chair before pulling the blankets up to little shoulders and kissing the boy's temple. He turned on the nite light before he closed the door, crossing the hallway to the bedroom he shared with Tim.

He was surprised to find the older man still awake. "Thought you'd be sleepin' for sure after all you had t'eat tonight."

Tim smiled and removed his glasses. "Wanted to wait for you. I always sleep better with you next to me."

Chris chuckled and leaned in for a kiss, smiling against the other man's lips. "Milo's out of it."

"Figured he would be," Tim murmured as he pulled Chris into his arms, holding the other man close. "Thank you."

Chris looked confused. "For what?"

Shrugging, Tim smiled. "For taking a chance with me. With us. And Milo." Chris just grinned and chuckled. "Ain't nothin' to thank me for. You're the one takin' the chances."

"Is this going to be one of those "Thank you, no thank YOU" conversations people have?"

Chris considered it, trying not to laugh. "Probably, knowin' us." Chris' smile softened and he cupped Tim's cheek. "It's late. An' knowin' Milo, he'll be up in time to watch Transformers." He kissed Tim softly, not surprised with the older man moved with him as he lay back.

It was late, and Milo would be awake soon, but they had time for a little...adult play time...