Saturday Free For All

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Welcome to Saturday.

And, because it's Saturday, it's Free-For-All day. You know what that means! Anything goes, everything goes! Any fandom, any pairing, anything.

So bring it on!

Please be kind to our Code Monkeys, who do a HUGE job for us (and are deserving of our love and admiration because of it...) and set up your prompts properly.

For Example:

For a single fandom: SG1, Jack/Daniel, freedom

For a crossover: Criminal Minds/SGA, Morgan/Ronon, far, far away


Also, you should totally cruise over to the Lonely Prompts Index and earn some good Karma points by answering a few.

Go forth and porn/fic ya'll.

Comments

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SG1, Jack/Daniel, freedom

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

The best thing about going off-world to known planets was the freedom. It was a simple follow up to an allied world, just SG-1, no marines and a check in scheduled for forty eight hours.

"You two go on," Sam smiled, "We've got this."

They didn't protest. They found a secluded cave near the river that they had used in previous visits. He had Daniel naked and on a bed roll in minutes.

"Been too long," Daniel gasped as they thrust together. The first time was always fast and messy. Tightly controlled emotions and behavior unraveling.

Their come mixed and cooled on their bellies. The sated bliss on Daniel's face made it the routine visits worth it. Just to have the freedom to be themselves.

"C'mere." Jack relaxed in his lover's arms.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds/SGA, Morgan/Ronon, far, far away

Far, Far Away

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

(I have no idea how that turned into a 4000 word smut fest, but it did. So the Complete story is here (http://guiltyreasons.livejournal.com/4017.html) at my journal, but just to get you interested here is a taste.)

It was getting late and they were both on their third beers which hadn't affected them in the least. Ronon's mind wasn't really on what they were saying anymore. He was wishing he knew more about the relationships between Earth males when it came to courtship. Did that even happen? He'd never seen a same-sex couple on Atlantis. He hoped it did because right now he wanted to kiss that smile right out off of Morgan's lips.

"Hey," came a sweet, high pitched voice from behind them. Ronon turned to see a leggy blond standing behind them in an outfit only fit for intense summer's heat.

"Hey," Morgan said checking her our slowly.

"You guys wanna dance? My girlfriends and I were getting restless just dancing by ourselves," she said motioning to the women behind her. There was two more who were just as pretty, all blonds and scantily dressed, but slightly more shy. They each gave a wave.

"Yeah," Morgan said turning to Ronon and smirking, "You dance?"

"Sure," Ronon said not wanting to leave his new friend alone with the girls. He wasn't willing to give up on him, even if he didn't know the first thing about Earth same sex dating.

He got up, and fallowed Morgan to the dance floor the girls quickly gathering around. A new song started and he watched Morgan for what to do.

Earth dancing looked like an exercise on Satedan that was a mix of yoga and tiebo, only to music. It didn't come as naturally to Ronon as it did Morgan, but the girls weren't complaining. Earth dancing also included a lot of bumping, grinding and groping. The dance floor wasn't too crowded, but they were all pressed so close together it was almost impossible to tell who was touching him. All the hands were slim though indicating that Morgan wasn't the doing it.. The original blond was all over Morgan, touching him, pushing their bodies together. Jealousy burned in his stomach. That was his hunter.

As a new song started up the girl backed away to dance with her friends for a minute giving Ronon an opening. Morgan was still swaying to the beat when Ronon came up behind him and pushed his body up against Morgan's and his hands roamed over his chest just like the girls had done to them.

Morgan jumped away is if he'd been burned.

"What the fuck man!?" Morgan demanded. Ronon stared at him shocked by the reaction.

"I thought--"

"You thought wrong," Morgan interrupted, "I don't fucking do that shit. Why the fuck did you think you could put your hands on me?"

Ronon was about to get angry when he saw something in Morgan break. The other man's hands were shaking and his eyes were detached. On the air was the metallic scent of fear mixed with a hint of arousal.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Torchwood, Nate/Eliot/Ianto, efficiency should be rewarded

[veristic.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Dean, salvation

Salvation (SPN; Sam/Dean; Salvation)

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

There was only one thing in the world that offered salvation at the end of the day. There was nothing else that made the world better or took away the guilt of what they sometimes did to good people. How could anything else make him forget what they saw happen, how they had to watch people’s families get torn apart?

But there was this. As sick and twisted as it was, as hard as he’d run from it, at some point he’d had to catch his breath and when he did, Dean was still there.

There was the slick slide and grind and hard muscles and impossibly soft lips that pressed against his in a strange combination of need and demand and gentleness that was always begging forgiveness, that always gave it without being asked.

For Sam, the only salvation in the world was his brother’s love and Dean was never slow to give it.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Criminal Minds, Eliot/Reid, flexible


WTF LJ? Stop eating my comments! -_-

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

::Blink:: Oh. My.

[veristic.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/Eliot, i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Leverage, Hardison/Eliot, i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

The hardest thing about scattering is that he suddenly finds himself missing people all of a sudden - missing Parker's insanity and Sophie's intelligence and Nate's quick eyes. Most of all, though, most of all he misses Hardison. He never would've thought about it before, always knowing he could rely on his fists to get him anywhere, but having a guy in the computer system had made things run a whole lot smoother.

And, yeah, Eliot could tell himself that that's what he misses. The tech genius. The computer whiz kid.

But that ain't it, and while Eliot's good for a con he's got a vow not to try conning himself. So he's got to admit, fist wrapped around his own cock, that it's not Hardison's brains he misses most. Not that clever mind. Nah, what he misses most is the wicked tease of Hardison's mouth, the way it'd seem like getting head from him was a continuation of their bickering conversations. Hardison would always make him work for it, wouldn't he? Always knew how to draw it out, leave Eliot panting and growling, demanding more. Always letting him think he was in charge when they both knew he was putty in Hardison's more than capable hands.

Alone in his hotel room, Eliot's hand strokes his hard dick. He tries to remember Hardison perfectly, each frantic encounter with each other. Even when they'd had all the time in the world in had been rushed. It had been desperate. Every - single - time. And, god, he'd never understood that. Still doesn't understand it now. Jerking himself off while thinking of damn Hardison - Alec - makes him drive closer and faster to orgasm than any amount of porn and perfect tits could ever manage. His mouth hangs open, drawing shallow breaths as he tells himself that he can last a little longer.

With memories of Hardison playing through his mind - those lips and that tongue and those evil, evil hands - Eliot finds himself losing the self-control he'd usually pride himself on. His body tenses, hand rushing faster, and his eyes screw even tighter shut as his orgasm hits him: it's a muted, dull thing compared to what Hardison used to wring out of him, but it's enough for now.

He lies back on his hotel bed - and tells himself that he resolutely does not miss the old weight of Hardison lying there beside him, rambling on even though Eliot would be so blissed out that he could hardly concentrate - and he breathes deep, breathes slow, trying to allow this to be enough to tide him over for now.

Splitting up was the best thing for all of them, really. The best way to stay safe, to stay hidden, to stay alive - but ever since the team went their separate ways, Eliot's been quietly admitting to himself that it's maybe not the best thing for his heart.

[veristic.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jared/Jensen, switching it up

[helens78]

It's because of the boots, Jared tells himself. It's the boots and the smirk and the pop of Jensen's chewing gum. It's because Jared had a shot with his beer instead of just the beer.

Put all that together and it makes perfect sense that, after Jared shoves Jensen up against the car, after Jensen spits out the gum and Jared kisses him, tasting mint over rum, after Jensen's rubbing up against him like a cat, starting to breathe hard--

--Jared drops to his knees and starts jerking at Jensen's belt.

"What the--holy shit," Jensen says, burying his hands in Jared's hair. Jared lets him. He pulls Jensen's jeans and boxers down around his thighs, nuzzles against Jensen's cock. He glances down at Jensen's boots one more time: matte-black with sixteen eyelets.

Okay, no; there are limits, there's a way they do things, and maybe there's an excuse for Jared kneeling, but probably not for that. He takes a breath and licks around the head of Jensen's cock, grinning at the sound Jensen makes when he does it. For all Jensen's got his hands in Jared's hair, he's not pushing it, so Jared opens up wide and swallows Jensen down, one smooth motion until he can't take any more.

Jensen clutches at Jared's hair, hips jerking forward. Jared chokes, but he ignores it; he rides the motion, lets Jensen drag him back and forward, lets Jensen bury his cock in Jared's mouth until the thrusts are fast and hard and sloppy. Jensen's cock is nice and slick now, gliding in easy; Jared puts his hands on Jensen's calves and squeezes, runs his hands up the back of Jensen's thighs and pulls him forward.

"You want that?" Jensen breathes, tightening his grip on Jared's hair, jerking him closer. "'S that what you want, huh? Boy?" The word doesn't come easily, and it shouldn't, definitely shouldn't, but Jared doesn't mind hearing it. He responds by pulling harder on Jensen's thighs, opening his throat as wide as he can. Jensen growls low in his throat and buries his cock in Jared's mouth, over and over, getting nice and greedy with it, fast insistent thrusts that would knock Jared over if he didn't have that grip on Jensen's thighs, if Jensen weren't holding onto his head.

Jared stops trying to be fancy about this and just holds his ground, taking it while Jensen thrusts into him. Jensen lets Jared's hair go and just holds onto his head, pulling him forward with every hard jerk of his hips, finally whispering all the things Jared's used to saying--"c'mon, that's it, take it, so good, takeittakeithellyeah, boy, c'mon, suck it--all of it, suck that, now--"

For all that Jared manages to brace himself, Jensen still chokes him when he comes. Jared jerks back--not much, just enough to take a panic-edged breath--and then he sucks and swallows and licks Jensen's cock until Jensen groans and starts trying to push him away.

Dumbass. Jared's not going to let him off that easy.

He's pulling at Jared's hair in earnest by the time Jared's done, whimpering softly when Jared drags his teeth down the length of Jensen's cock. "Please," he whispers, "man, please, just--just gimme a second--"

Jared finishes and wipes his mouth with his sleeve. He stands up and grins down at Jensen, putting his hands on Jensen's shoulders and pinning him against the car.

"Drive me home," Jared says, still grinning.

[alldunn.livejournal.com]

Leverage/SPN, Dean/Eliot, lovebites

Better (Leverage/SPN; Eliot/Dean; lovebites)

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

Sam was doing research, always research these days, and while it set something off in Dean’s head, today he didn’t care. Sam apparently needed some space and Dean was willing to give it to him. Especially while Eliot was there because there was never a lack of entertainment with the other hunter around.

They’d been drinking it up and suddenly Dean had heard Eliot’s voice raised from across the bar. The fight had been quick and dirty but they’d both managed to come out bruised and beat up. They’d come home, picking up a bottle of Jack and a couple 6 packs just in case they needed more. Solely for medicinal purposes of course.

The note from Sam said he was at an all night diner that they’d found earlier that also gave Sam internet access. Eliot stared at the note with unreadable eyes and Dean just shrugged.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Dean said, pulling Eliot to the bathroom to clean up the few cuts and bruises he’d gotten. Eliot returned the favor, stripping Dean of his shirt, pushing him until he sat on the toilet as he checked for bruising or sore ribs.

He let his hands trail over the skin lightly, only a few small bruises showing on pale skin. Eliot sank to his knees in front of Dean, leaning forward as he lightly licked around the bruise on Dean’s side.

Dean gasped at the feel, the warm, wet heat of Eliot’s tongue and the sharp biting grip of his hands on Dean’s thighs, fingers pressing new bruises into his flesh. Eliot’s mouth left a trail from one bruise to another, licking and kissing at each.

“You don’t kissing it all better?” Dean asked, his voice a little more breathless than he’d have liked, but Eliot smiled up at him. He licked his way up Dean’s chest, and Dean didn’t bother to stop the moan that came with Eliot’s attention.

“All done kissing it better.” Eliot said, licking at Dean’s collarbone. His tongue was gentle against his skin and when Eliot reached the meeting of neck and shoulder Dean cried out when Eliot sank his teeth in.

He heard Eliot’s chuckle as he licked at the lovebite he’d left. “Gonna mark you up myself now.”

[takhallus.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Mohinder/Nathan, bargain

Heroes, Mohinder/Nathan, bargain

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

His lips close tight around Nathan's dick - the moan that echoes from the politician is enough to tell him that he's doing a good job. Mohinder's eyes close in concentration. His mouth is full, stretched wide, and he can taste Nathan so strongly that it's nearly overpowering. It's as if Nathan is all that is left in the world now.

Nathan's hands rest gently in his hair, guiding his movements but not forcing anything. It's mere suggestion. He's babbling now: telling Mohinder how good he is, how perfect this is, how close he is. "You slut," he pants. "God, you little slut."

Mohinder might be offended, but as he works Nathan with his mouth - hot and wet - he has the distinct impression that Nathan means it as a compliment. He's a strange little man, but Mohinder's grown used to the strange string of nonsense that tends to spill forth from men's lips when he does this. Something turns off: a switch in the brain that monitors what they say. Some men turn incoherent. Some turn dirty.

He has to stay he likes the dirty ones best.

Nathan keeps talking as Mohinder takes him deeper, deeper, deeper, until he can feel the tip of Nathan's cock pressing against the back of his neck. He swallows past the gag reflex, breathing through his nose, and the words spilling from Nathan's lips make it worth it. Nathan's hand clenches and releases in his hair and the muscles in his legs are beginning to twitch and tremble with tension. He's close, so close now: Mohinder doesn't need his nonsense babbling to tell him that.

His hand sneaks up, underneath, and his fingertips brush gently over Nathan's ass, tracing the hole. Nathan's talking ceases at this point but he doesn't tell Mohinder to stop, not even as he circles the ring more intensely. He sucks hard as he presses his finger inside: the reward is a loud shout, intensified when he works fast to find Nathan's prostate and stroke it. Nathan's hips buck - it's a miracle he doesn't choke - and Mohinder finds his mouth full of Nathan's seed, the bitter taste of his come. He pulls off and withdraws his hand, hiding a cough as he struggles to catch his breath.

"You..." Nathan pants, pointing an accusing finger at him. Mohinder is content to smile serenely, innocently. "Never tell anyone about that."

Mohinder's never been able to understand the insecurity some men feel about this: they're content to use his mouth as they please but a little prostate stimulation is too gay for them. He smirks. "I'm not one to brag about conquests, Nathan," he points out, "but if you wanted to give me an extra incentive to keep quiet…"

Nathan's smile grows, and his hand – still in Mohinder's hair – guides him until their mouths meets. Nathan must be able to taste himself on Mohinder's tongue; the thought makes him moan, almost as much as Nathan's large hand wrapping around his dick. "I'm sure some arrangement can be made," Nathan murmurs into his ear, soft and sensual like a cat's purr. As Mohinder moans and bucks into Nathan's hand, he realises that he's always been a terrible negotiator.

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Leverage/SPN, Eliot/Dean, grace

Grace

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Hah! Comment!sized. :) That said, I have no idea where this came from...
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There was grace in the perfect form; in a body holding the perfect line, everything in balance. There was grace in strength and grace in tone and grace in a body perfectly trained to hold a blade. To fire a gun. To fight until the war was done.

To save the world.

Dean Winchester was grace hardened and chiseled into its purest form. Hardened by resolve and purpose; chiseled by so many battles before this one that both body and mind shone with that clarity and skill, harnessed in the purest form of movement.

Skill and clarity he currently held back, kept in check as he drove into Eliot, holding him down and folding him over in order to reach his lips; lips already open with the various curses and gasps and moans as Dean caught that one spot and drove in hard. And still in the hard, desperate drive of their bodies, the hunter was still the pinnacle of grace and fluidity of movement; riding them both with a ruthless drive toward the edge they were both desperate to fall over.

Grace in the fall and grace in the perfect hot splash of release caught deep inside because Eliot refused to let him go.

Feeling the harsh breathing panting wet and hot over his collarbone, the tongue swiping in apology for the rough treatment along his neck, Eliot wrapped his arms around the other man and accepted the weight from the graceless fall with a body also honed and trained by too many battles he didn’t want to remember.

Because there was also grace in finding strength and comfort in another - one who knew what it was to hold a blade. To fight until the war was done.

And maybe - to save the world.

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RPS, JDM/Chris Kane, smoke and mirrors

[darling-lisa.livejournal.com]

Some nights, Jeff wonders if he isn't the world's oldest damn fool. Sitting home, alone but for his girl, missing his boy, he starts to question whether he can even call him that. Its not like he can avoid the stories, the show is such a success they are the darlings of the media right now, and it seems like every week there is a new damn article about the stars of Leverage and the unexpected friendship that has sprung up between Timothy and Christian. Maybe he was just a distraction, making more out of it than he should. And so he sits at home, alone but for the bottle, and wonders.

And then there are nights like tonight. Christian showing up unexpectedly on his doorstep, ranting at him for being a damn fool who needs to get out of Seattle since the rain is obvious causing mold to grow in that brain of his. The words aren't important so much as the fact that his boy is here because of a drunken voice mail and the emotions behind what he is saying aren't something that Jeffrey is making up. He says that there were no smoke and mirrors, no man behind the curtain, and Jeff can only stare at the younger man as he paces the kitchen, voice raising as he continues to rant right up to the second he stops talking because Jeff is grabbing Christian and kissing him. His mouth tastes incongruously of peppermint, and Jeff finds himself licking into Christian's mouth, seeking the taste of his boy out under the mint. Closing his eyes, he loses himself in the kiss, putting everything he feels into it, tongue and lips and even teeth, but then Christian gives just as good as he gets and fuck if it isn't the hottest kiss either man can remember in a long time.

A lifetime later they pull back from the kiss, both breathing heavily and clinging to each other. Jeff drops his head on Christian's shoulder, suddenly boneless as he realizes what a fool he has been. He whisphers an apology against warm skin and knows that he has some making up to do. But right here, right now all that matters is the man in his arms and the three words Christian had yelled right before Jeff kissed him.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

RPS/Leverage, Chris Kane/Eliot/Nate, follow my lead

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

LOTR, Legolas/Eomer, flight

Never sneak up on an Elf

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

OBS! Not betad
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Eomer cursed his stupidity. He had been so clumsy or more likely indiscreet. If he had remember what he know and learned about elves, he should have not tried to come up behind Legolas when they where fighting.

He sure learned that with some bruises and damaged pride. Eomer had thought they had managed to fight of all and was on his way to give a victory pat to the elf. Legolas had answered with giving him a flight. He landed on his back, and out of breath. He hadn't believed the elf able to get him down so easily, but what he learned the slim elf was capable of much.

Eomer blushed as he did see several that noticed his fall. Though he did get little counterbalancing when Legolas gave him a hand to get up on his feet. In the elf's blue eyes shown his regret and apologize.

***The End***

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

RPS, Josh Hartnett/Jake Gyllenhaal, batter

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

Lotrips, Karl Urban/Harry Sinclair/Orlando Bloom, regret

"Dream Logic" Karl/Orlando, Harry College AU! Verse

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

Oh, look, fic too long for comment:

http://azewewish.livejournal.com/796655.html

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

BSG, Starbuck/Helo/Apollo, "I saw what you did"

[flariariia.livejournal.com]

I wasn't sure if this referred to something specific, as I haven't quite finished with BSG, but surely it is already time for some love for this fandom. This is short, because it wants to be. Follow-ups can always be prompted. ^---^

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"Hello boys." Starbuck leans against the bulkhead with her wolf smile. Apollo and Helo look at her in confusion.

"What's up Kara?"

"I know what's up," Starbuck sniggers at them. "I saw what you did."

"What we did...?" Apollo puts on his best baffled face, but it's futile. Starbuck knows him too well to be fooled by his pokerface. And Helo has already blushed, the honest fool.

"Now the only question is boys, is if it's a private party, or would you like some company?"

Starbuck slinks to them and her eyes glow hungrily. Apollo, who could never resist Starbuck, eyes Helo, but the other man sports an interested smile. The game is on.

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

RPF, Jake Gyllenhaal/Drew Barrymore, lollipop

"The Art of War" (Jake/Drew, Karl/Orlando) College AU

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

[Fic too long for comment, like this surprises anyone...]

http://azewewish.livejournal.com/798144.html

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

Black Hawk Down, Eversmann/Blackburn, why not?

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

Black Hawk Down RPS, Jason Isaacs/Orlando Bloom, trace

[oteap.livejournal.com]

Dexter/Leverage, Deb/Parker, chase

[asimaiyat.livejournal.com]

I have been thinking about this one, and I can't decide between doing a proper crossover with Parker pulling a heist in Miami and Detective Deb chasing her down with handcuffs, etc, or just writing a sequel to "Tomorrow Belongs To..." because that was too much damn fun to write. Any preference?

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Werewolf!Eliot/Nate, calm

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

Eliot drew back and licked his lips. The taste of whiskey, tobacco, and Nate seared his senses. Nate’s fingers were buried in his hair, a strong thigh between his legs, his back flat against the wall.

They had been arguing, that had turned into shoving, the smell of arousal strong, and Eliot’s inner beast had answered hungrily when Nate’s mouth crushed against his own.

Nate’s eyes were lust blown wide, his lips swollen and wet, “You are much too calm.” His voice was whiskey and lust.

“Laws of the wild,” Eliot responded, “You lose, you submit.”

“Lose?”

Taking a chance, Eliot gritted out, “Yeah, I lost my heart. What are you going to do with it?”

Nate gave a quiet chuckle. His lips were gentle and his body pressed against Eliot, “Give you mine in return?”

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS/Leverage, Steve/Chris/Eliot, can't get enough

RPS/Leverage, Steve/Chris/Eliot, can't get enough

[devilishyaya.livejournal.com]

I've got no idea where this came from and I didn't set out to make porn. I should be working on my J2 story, damnit. Also, first time doing anything on here, so Hi *waves*. Hope you like.


Steve led his hand glide over the curve of Eliot’s ass where he was bend over Chris, tracing the muscles of his thigh and watching it tense and relax over and over again. He was so fascinated that the sounds the other two were making, seemed to fade into the background. All the groans, the slap of sticky skin on skin, the wet squelch where one joined the other. Steve just couldn’t get enough of looking at the nearly identical bodies.

Nearly identical because he had already managed to discern a few differences between them. For example, he didn’t think that Eliot would bend over for just anybody, especially not for some guys he had just met in a bar. Guys he was still wary of, because one looked almost like his fraternal twin and the other had looked at him like he was a piece of prime meat. He still went with them. He was horny and he didn’t think that he couldn’t handle them if push came to shove. And getting to fuck a more than willing hole had been his prize.

Steve slowly disentangled himself from his fascination with watching the bodies because his erection got more than insistent that he get off his ass and do something about his predicament. Slowly getting up on his knees he shifted till he was in front of Chris’ glazed looking face. When Chris was like that you could do anything to him and Steve had explored that to its fullest more than once, but now he just began to glide the tip of his cock over Chris’ opened lips before he plunged in and trust more than half his length in in one thrust.

Not that Chris was complaining, he just adjusted and began to suck on the cock in his mouth while pushing back against the one in his ass. When the stranger pushed in his ass especially hard, his groans would make Steve shiver because they felt so good around his cock.

Yeah, he could really come to like this. He would even go so far and say that he couldn’t get enough of it.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Kitty!Chris/Steve, lap

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Steve laughed as Christian tackled him down onto the couch, then crawled on top of him, settling down on his lap. "Anyone would think you missed me," Steve teased, his hand cording through Christian's hair, then through his fur as Christian relaxed and changed, body shimmering as he changed form, purr rumbling through his body.

“Yeah, and what makes you say that darlin?” Christian grinned, his eyes slitting closed in pleasure. He arched his back then rolled over, presenting his belly and blinking up at Steve until Steve obliged and rubbed his belly; Christian lapping and nipping at his wrist.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Steve, bad day

[bwhouwant2b.livejournal.com]

Steve was having a horrible day. Nothing he was recording was turning out the way he wanted. Everything sounded like there was something missing, but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what it was. Nothing he was writing was working either. Everything felt like it was worded wrong.

To compound his already bad day, when he was leaving the studio, his car wouldn’t start. It was almost like everything that could go wrong was going wrong.

Steve just wanted to go home and curl up with Chris. But Chris was still in Nashville working on his own album and Steve wouldn’t get to see him for another week at least. It was days like today that Steve wished Chris lived in LA full time.
When Steve finally got AAA out to his studio to get his stupid car started, he was ready to go home, curl up in bed and sleep for like a week.

As soon as Steve got home, he knew something was off but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Steve decided to ignore it in favor of going to be with the hope that his bad day would finally be over. As soon as Steve walked into his bedroom, he figures out what was so off. Sound asleep in the middle of their bed, was Christian.

Steve climbed into, careful not to disturb his sleeping lover. He kissed Christian’s temple before pushing him over slightly so he could have some space to sleep. As he drifted off to sleep with Christians arms tightening around him, all he could think was his terrible day was worth it. Any day ending with him sleeping curled up with Christian was worth it.

This didn't turn out quite like I planned.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, scheme

[kavidawn.livejournal.com]

“I don’t know Nate,” Eliot sipped at the whiskey that Nate had produced from god knows where, “In the middle of a job?”

“It’s the perfect opportunity. He’ll never see it coming and he won’t be able to stop us. Alec’s a professional. He won’t blow our cover,” Nate reasoned as he resumed his place next to Eliot on the bed.

Eliot had to agree that he would never see it coming and most likely the not blowing the cover part but still, “I’m just sayin’, I mean, is that really fair, you know, to not give him a chance to say no?”

“You didn’t give me a chance to say no,” Nate pointed out which caused Eliot to smirk at him.

“The word no never even crossed your mind.” Nate rolled his eyes at Eliot’s cocky attitude but didn’t correct him. It was true.

“What can I say? You can be very persuasive. Especially when you do that thing with your tongue.” Nate laughed when Eliot raised his eyebrows at him.

“That thing with my tongue, huh?” Eliot asked in amusement.

“Yeah. We don’t even need all these plans to seduce him when all you have to do is grab him and kiss him.”

“Then why don’t we just do that?” Nate gave him a look that said the answer should have been obvious.

“This way is more fun.” Eliot rolled his eyes. Of course Nate would think so; the man lived for his schemes.