Thursday - Follow up
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sagaluthien will thank you all for making so many prompts and replies. It has been a good few day’s and I want to hope to come back another time. But before that I hope this will be as good as the others.
My fourth and last theme is; Follow up
It might be a tricky one...
Ever wanted a sequel, timestamp or just curious to know what happen later from any of your comments that been filled? Now is the time. Ask for it (preferable with a link to the first post).
It's okay for anyone else than the first poster to reply.
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No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date.
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No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.
Respect our awesome code monkeys, and follow the standard format with your prompts. Like so:
SPN, wing!Dean/Sam, Changes, http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/11404.html?thread=1420684#t1420684
SPN, Dean/Kitten!Sam, Guess what they say about cats is true http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/139273.html?thread=30045961#t30045961
Harry Potter, Harry/Cedric, Under the stairway http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/22458.html?thread=3635898#t3635898
If today’s theme doesn’t catch your interest, rummage through the Lonely Prompts!
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It has come to my last day as guest host and I
sagaluthien will thank you all for making so many prompts and replies. It has been a good few day’s and I want to hope to come back another time. But before that I hope this will be as good as the others.My fourth and last theme is; Follow up
It might be a tricky one...
Ever wanted a sequel, timestamp or just curious to know what happen later from any of your comments that been filled? Now is the time. Ask for it (preferable with a link to the first post).
It's okay for anyone else than the first poster to reply.
Don't forget the rules:
No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date.
If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.
Respect our awesome code monkeys, and follow the standard format with your prompts. Like so:
SPN, wing!Dean/Sam, Changes, http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/11404.html?thread=1420684#t1420684
SPN, Dean/Kitten!Sam, Guess what they say about cats is true http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/139273.html?thread=30045961#t30045961
Harry Potter, Harry/Cedric, Under the stairway http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/22458.html?thread=3635898#t3635898
If today’s theme doesn’t catch your interest, rummage through the Lonely Prompts!
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Date: 2010-06-17 09:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-17 09:08 am (UTC)His own personal shadow
Date: 2010-06-17 11:37 pm (UTC)Ever since the graveyard incident, as Dean declared it, he stopped trying to lock Sam up in the Impala or the motel rooms. It was just easier to have Sam twirling through his legs with that impish kitten grin of his and like Dean's own personal shadow.
Dean had long ago figured out that he was now Sam’s and there was no way he was going to change it. He could only live with it. So they settled into a routine of sorts. After every hunt Sam had to prowl around the motel room to make sure nothing made it in while they were away, even if Dean was barely holding on. After Sam’s initial run through he’d slip around and give a soft purr as he brushed against Dean’s legs to let him know that everything was okay.
Dean would stumble into the bathroom to shower and somehow Sam would sneak in. By the time Dean would get out of the shower, Sam would be curled up on the rug with his eyes closed and his ears quirked towards the tub as if he had been listening to make sure Dean didn’t fall or worse. The first time that happened it really bothered Dean but after awhile it was just another on of kitty Sam’s quirks. Sam was always looking out for Dean the only way he knew how to.
Then Sam would just settle himself right on down on Dean’s legs whenever Dean got ready for bed and flipped the television on. Some shows Dean couldn’t get Sam’s attention away from, not even with the scritch-scratch that normally had Sam in a purring puddle of goo. Other times Dean could laugh at Sam’s reactions, like Cujo. Sam’s ears would flick back and he’d settle on Dean’s chest with an angry glare before settling into a deep sleep.
Sometime during the night Sam would always end up moving. Dean wasn’t sure he’d quite understand it but one night his feet were freezing and he didn’t feel like getting socks and in the morning he woke up with little Sam snoozing over his blanket covered toes. But most mornings, Sam took residence on the pillow opposite of Dean’s. His face always tilted towards Dean’s in sleep and his paws stretched outwards, just touching barely Dean’s face.
So Dean would wake him the same way. He trailed a finger over that velvety nose and pressed a nonexistent kiss between Sam’s ears. He smirked as it crinkled while Sam cracked an eye open and snuggled back into the pillow. “Rise and shine Sammy, we’ve got monsters to kill.”
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Date: 2010-06-17 09:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-21 01:56 am (UTC)Harry sat on the bench in the courtyard, kicking his feet in the dirt. Night had fallen. Harry was waiting. His stomach was doing flip flops. He wasn't sure how this was going to work.
He heard footsteps and jerked his head up. Cedric was striding purposefully towards him, no hint of nervousness or anxiety. Harry wondered if he was the only one feeling scared. He stood when Cedric approached him. "Hey," he said, and his voice didn't shake.
"Hey," Cedric replied back with a gentle smile. "Didn't think you'd be here." Harry felt relief. He wasn't the only one nervous. "Did you enjoy dinner?"
"Yes, yes," Harry answered stupidly back. Okay, so he was still nervous. "The, um, potatoes were good. I think they were potatoes."
"Sorry," Cedric murmured. Harry glanced up in surprise. He didn't have time to ask questions before Cedric grabbed his jaw and kissed him soundly. Harry froze. He didn't know quite what to do. Cedric moved his mouth over his lips and it sent heat flooding through his chest and gut. Harry grabbed at Cedric's elbows, pulling him close and holding him in place. "Sorry," Cedric whispered again as he drew back.
"Sorry for what?" Harry asked breathlessly.
"I just want to keep kissing you," Cedric said. Harry smiled.
"That's okay," he said. Cedric cocked his head. "It is."
"I want to go out with you," Cedric said. His dirty blonde hair fell across his eyes. "Will you be my boyfriend?"
The word was strange to hear. He never thought he'd end up liking another boy. Especially not the shining star of Hogwarts. "Sure," Harry heard himself say. "Yes."
Cedric's smile lit up his face against the backdrop of the stars in the night sky.
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Date: 2010-06-17 09:33 am (UTC)No fic, but
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Date: 2010-06-17 09:37 am (UTC)the knowledge of the long way down (1/3)
Date: 2010-06-19 04:50 am (UTC)"Yeah, well, I spring for the best," somebody drawls from the doorway, and Sam rolls his face on the pillow to see Gabriel walking over, a plate in one hand. "Morning, Sleeping Beauty. I raided the breakfast bar for you."
Sam pushes himself up off the bed with one forearm. He's still fully clothed save his shoes, coat, and what feels like one sock, and he feels the mild discomfort that comes with sleeping for long periods of time in dayclothes. His jeans have twisted so the fly is pressed against one hip, and his shirt is wrinkled up around his pecs. Despite this, he feels better-rested than he has in...well. As long as he cares to remember, at least.
Gabriel sets the plate on the nightstand and Sam can see it's full of cut fruit, eggs, and waffles. Sam's stomach announces its presence rather angrily as Gabriel hands him a fork. "Must be a nice breakfast bar," Sam says, spearing a piece of canteloupe. "You didn't just magic this up?"
"Kid, you sleep like the dead. I had to keep myself entertained somehow, and if that means slumming it with an actual breakfast bar, so be it," Gabriel snorts, leaning againt the wall.
"Poor archangel, stuck on babysitting duty," Sam hazards, watching Gabriel keenly. What he's rewarded with is this look, this small half-smile that really just raises more questions without answering anything.
"Eat your breakfast, Sam. I waited in line for ten minutes for that waffle--the least you could do is appreciate it."
Sam wolfs down everything on the plate. It's more food than he's used to eating at a sitting, but there's still this hollow feeling in his middle. He's thinking about asking for seconds when Gabriel swipes the plate away.
"Shower time! Go bathe thyself. I think you might still have some Castiel on you, and nobody enjoys that except maybe your brother."
Sam pulls a face as he swings his legs out of bed. "I'm not sure what part of that was the most disturbing--the reminder that I blew up Cas, the casual association you made between his exploded body and come, or the insinuation that Dean enjoys being covered in jizz. All of them are definitely giving me mental images I did not need, Gabriel."
The archangel grins. "What can I say? I have a gift."
Sam drags himself into the bathroom, which is also a hell of a lot nicer than he's used to. He strips out of his clothes and steps into the shower, which has a head that's actually tall enough for him to use properly. It, like everything else since Gabriel apparently pulled him out of Hell, is pretty awesome.
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Date: 2010-06-17 09:39 am (UTC)No fic
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Date: 2010-06-17 09:44 am (UTC)So.... this is Crack upon Crack. Part 1
Date: 2010-06-17 10:00 pm (UTC)***
Dr. Horrible slumped dejectedly on his bar stool, spine curving dramatically as he leaned into the sticky counter, fingers knotted in his unruly mop of hair. He was staring moodily into an empty margarita glass (because it was the only way he could stomach tequila), and think he felt about as empty as the glass looked.
From his left, he heard someone heavy settle themselves onto the adjacent barstool, the spindly legs creaking in protest. Silence reigned for a moment, then a belligerent sounding grunt preceded the cloud of cigar smoke that filtered into his line of vision. Dr. Horrible coughed, prying one hand free of his scalp to wave it in front of his face. “…hey…y’mind?”
The gravelly voice that rumbled its reply was not what the good Doctor had anticipated, “…hn. What’s eatin’ a pretty kid like you? And what’s with the get up?”
Horrible looked up, expecting someone tall, and had a moment of vertigo as he readjusted his line of vision downward. Oh. “…umm?”
The dark, hairy stranger rolled his cigar from one corner of his mouth to the other, clenching strangely sharp looking teeth down on it in a mockery of a grin. “Eloquent.”
Billy blinked, face slack with uncertainty. “….Who’re you again?” The guy certainly had a ‘Supervillian’ look about him. He was Huge, as broad as he was tall, and his weight seemed to bow the stool he sat on. Horrible caught sight of the bulging biceps on the man’s arms and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
“Look,” the stranger replied nonchalantly, “I been watchin’ you sit over here and mope into your lady drinks for the better part of half an hour. Figured if I waited much longer, you’d start singin’ dirges in the dark about the day the music died.” His squared-off fingers pulled the chewed cigar from between his lips, gesturing with it as he finally looked at the Doctor with both eyes. “Name’s Logan.”
“Billy.” Billy blurted out, though he’d meant to say ‘Dr. Horrible.’ He was still in his costume for God’s sake! “…umm. I don’t sing.” Much.
Logan snorted, mouth quirking, and Billy distantly noted that he was attractive. “…sure ya don’t, Kid.”
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Date: 2010-06-17 09:47 am (UTC)oops, linky
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Date: 2010-07-31 08:17 am (UTC)Steph couldn't see Connor's smile but she could feel it as his lips brushed against her. “But I want to,” was all he said before he licked lightly across her clit. Steph moaned, and arched up into the teasing touch.
Connor flickered his tongue softly over her folds until she was whimpering, and begging for him to give her more. Steph tugged at his hair until Connor finally, finally wrapped his lips around her clit. She stroked his hair encouragingly as he mouthed at her. He ran his hands across her belly, and up and down her legs. Steph had never felt so worshiped and wanted in her life. She screamed when he slid his fingers inside her. She kept screaming as the pleasure pulsed through her in waves.
Steph cradled Connor's head in her hands, she didn't want to let him go,didn't want this to end. Soon the pleasure gave way to oversensitivity and she had to push him away. Connor sat up and Steph scrambled to her knees pressing kisses across his face until he turned and caught her mouth with his. “Tell me what you want, what you need,” she asked breathlessly between kisses.
Connor stroked her hair back from her face, and gave her one last quick kiss. “I have to leave now, or I'll miss my flight.”
“You, wait, what?” Steph couldn't believe he would just leave without doing anything else.
“It will be enough to have your scent with me for the rest of the day,” he chuckled kissing his way across her forehead.
“Your totally going to jerk off in that dinky little airplane bathroom, aren't you?”
Repeatedly, while thinking of you. It will make the trip go much faster.” He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and pressed it into her hand. “Here's my contact information. I travel a lot so it may take me a few days to get back in touch with you. Unless you use the emergency number, and if you need to use that you're probably better off screaming for Superman to come help you, but just in case...”
“Yeah, yeah you've got my back.”
“Always.” He kissed her again and then got off the bed. He grabbed his pack from the floor near the door. “Give Robin my regards, and call me sometime, okay.”
“Bye,” Steph called as he turned and walked out the door. She flopped back down on to the bed as soon as the door clicked shut. She ran her hands over her stomach reveling in how good she was feeling. Now if only she could find a guy like that to keep instead of just for one night. She giggled then. She just had a one night stand with a genuine superhero. Life really couldn't get much better than this.
Steph didn't stay in the bed to long, she needed to get out of here before the day got any brighter. It was going to be hard enough sneaking into her neighborhood as it was. She found her Spoiler uniform folded neatly in one of the hotel chairs next to a pile of civilian clothes, and a backpack obviously snagged from her house. The note on top said “It looked like you might need these.” and it was signed with an R. Steph grinned, she had been wrong about things not getting any better. Robin had followed them last night. Maybe if she played her cards right she could get him to open up a little more. She grabbed her clothes and headed towards the bathroom to shower thinking that if things kept going this way life was just going to keep getting better and better.
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Date: 2010-06-17 09:49 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-17 09:52 am (UTC)*I mean any! Speedy!Xander, Supervillain Spike, Starfire!Anya, Wonder Tara... ANYTHING.
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Date: 2010-06-17 09:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-26 10:17 pm (UTC)Their normal tiny lives. Their rules, their limits.
They are afraid of your power.
I know it is tempting to tell them they have nothing to fear. But you and I know that is not true. They have reason to fear you. Just as you have reason to hate them.
Your anger is righteous. Your power is for you to wield, not a shameful thing for you to hide.
You may not like this alliance. But our common enemies won't like it either....."
One by one, Magneto gave Sam all the reasons. The standard reasons (Magneto had a type - angry, alienated, and arrogant - young and beautiful was just a bonus). But he had studied Sam Winchester's history, concluded that he would be special.
But it was also obvious: the boy was sick of people telling him he is special.
So he pretended to want Sam only as one soldier in his army, another helper in his cause. He pretended that he was just trying for a pawn.
Sam acted interested in what Magneto had to say. He was a pretty good liar for one so green, Magneto thought. But Magneto knew, right away, that Sam was trying to lure Magneto into a trap.
And he would succeed, Magneto had decided. Magneto would fall, would barely escape, would disappear and no one would be able to find him. And then Sam would see the destruction and chaos and rage of an army of mutants who have lost their general. Fire and cracks in the earth and riots everywhere.
And then Sam would feel terrible, would make any sacrifice to make things right. He would fix it. Even if the only way would be to offer the leadership that would make the mutants fall in line. And Magneto would block every other move to make sure that's exactly what he'd have to do.
Sam would take up Magneto's mantle.
And his power would make their enemies tremble.
And when Magneto returned, Sam would be ready - would have seen enough, done enough -- to rule with him.
Magneto knew it was a good plan. He was planning farther ahead than his opponents. He was taking a risk, but a worthwhile one. And he was taking his enemy's strengths and using them against him.
Of course Sam and his cohorts were smart enough that it would be a challenge.
But then, chess is always more fun when one is evenly matched.
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Date: 2010-06-17 09:56 am (UTC)5 times the newlyweds almost got into an argument on their honeymoon:
Date: 2010-06-26 09:53 pm (UTC)1. "But it's a human tradition, Dean."
Dean just stared at the painted "Just married," the streamers, and the cans hanging from his baby's bumper. His jaw twitched.
"Those little bitches are going to pay," Dean gritted, knowing full well that Sam probably had help. Evil help. Because surely this was an act of evil.
"They can pay when we get back," Cas said impatiently, "We have more important things to do."
Dean was about to snap that no, they didn't, but he looked at Cas and realized that vengeance, sometimes, could wait.
2. "Is this like the time you told me that humans like to shake up their beers before opening them?" Cas asked, eyes narrowed.
Dean explained once more that, no, it was not a prank. He wanted to carry Cas over the threshold.
"I really do not see the point, Dean."
"It's a gesture. It means we're going into this together, not one person before the other."
"Then I should carry you, Dean. I am much weaker than I used to be, but still much stronger than you. Also, I believe in this situation, you are the bride."
"How am I the bride?" Dean asked, offended, but trying not to have to explain all the stupid reasons he was offended.
"I saw a television program about people who are very stubborn and insist that everything is done their way. It was called... Bridezillas."
"Dude. Did you just call me a bridezilla on our wedding day?"
Cas' mouth just traced an almost-smile.
Dean grinned. "Yeah, yeah, I'm not the only smartass in this couple, I know," he said as he leaned in for a kiss.
Cas kissed him back, gave a little sound at the pleasure. Then he looked at Dean, with exasperation, saying "Do what you must."
Dean smiled, picked up Cas - who was MUCH heavier than he looked - and grunting in exertion, he stumbled across the threshold of the cabin in the woods they had rented.
3.
"Well, it's not really a consummation, Dean, if we've already -"
"But it's the first time since the wedding and so it IS a consummation. And if we try something new, that's definitely a consummation."
"I do not believe that is correct."
"Fine, you know what, I'll call Sam, he'll look it up online!"
A minute later Sam was yelling at Dean over the phone. Something about never being able to wipe that image out of his brain, and thanks for pornifying the memory of what should be a wonderful family day.
Dean hung up in the middle of Sam's rant. Cas said, "I think maybe it doesn't matter what we call it, Dean," and got a smile in agreement.
4. "That was the best, Cas. Best. Sex. Ever."
"For you, perhaps. That was only the fifth best for me."
"What? Are you serious?"
"Why would I joke about how I rank sexual congresses?"
"At least LIE about it!!!!"
"Oh. It's one of those things we're supposed to lie about. There are too many of those."
Dean was silent for a moment, anger swelling, until he burst out, "HOW exactly did you find the time to sleep with 4 other people since being human?!"
Cas looked perplexed and said, "Not four other people. Four other times we've had sex when it was better. Back of your Impala, the walk-in shower in that hotel in Arizona, on the beach with that ice cream thing you did, and then again in the Impala."
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Date: 2010-06-28 04:56 am (UTC)No matter how much Sam enjoyed his touch during the day, during the night Lucifer was just another monster that haunted Sam's dreams.
"Lucifer?" Sam asked tentiatively and laid a hand against Lucifer's back. That was new. Sam had never done this after a nightmare before.
"Please, look at me." Sam urged him gently down on the bed by wrapping his arms around Lucifer's neck.
"It was a good dream." Sam told him with a smile when they were laying face to face.
"I dreamed that you saved me. I dreamed of how beautiful you are."
And Lucifer smiled back because he could not not do it.
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Date: 2010-06-28 05:42 am (UTC)Hank had given Remy an intravenous infusion to keep him alive but what he needed was a blood transfusion and a major surgery. It was a small miracle in itself that Remy had made that far and that Kurt had been able to teleport them but it was not enough.
Logan gripped Remy's hand tightly in his. He couldn't lose him, he just couldn't. Remy was his first memory among the chaos and the ruins of Three Miles Island the memory of Remy asking him if he was okay stood clear and fresh in his mind.
"I'm...going...to...need that...'and in the future...cher." Remy told him with a weak smile.
"I'm sure Hank will repair it when he stitches up that hole in your stomach." Logan told him and didn't let go.
"I stole your motorcycle." Remy said.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I'm catholic. We usually confess our sins before dying."
Remy looked at him, obviously waiting for denial but Logan wasn't one to lie to himself.
"Merci." Remy replied sincerely.
"I don't remember any motorcycle, well except the one that blew up when Storm and Scott rescued Marie and me from Sabretooth, and the one I stole from Scott, of course."
"I...took it...because you couldn't..remember it...I figured ...you wouldn't have...any use for it." Remy told him.
"Anything else?" Logan asked him with a trace of humour in his voice.
"Seulment comme d'habitude...lying...thieving...I killed more than...a few people...to escape...from Stryker...and to stay...away."
"I doubt that trying to avoid to be used as a lab rat counts as-" But Remy summoned enough strength to raise his arm and lay a single, cold finger against Logan's lips to make him stop talking.
"J'aime un homme." Remy's eyes didn't waver from Logan's face.
"Is that a sin?" Logan asked.
"Qui...mais...je ne suis pas humain, so maybe not." His whole body shuddered again, his eyes unfocused and stared into space. Remy's breathing became even more rapid and shallow than before.
"Hank!" Logan called and Hank came at once but when he checked Remy and looked back to the cockpit, he sadly shook his head at Logan.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"You have to do something!" Logan yelled at him.
"Logan, there's nothing I can do. We're too far away from anywhere I could find help for him. He's going to die."
"Vater unser der du bist im Himmel..." Logan could hear Kurt qiuetly praying in German but he doubted that God would help them.
He gathered Remy into his arms and held him through the tremors until they subsided. Held him until his rapid and shallow breathing stopped and finally hang limp and cold in Logan's embrace.
They reached the coastline nine minutes after Hank had eased Remy from Logan's grip and put an emergency blanket over Remy's body.
Logan still stood next to the cot, a hand on the blanket. For a second he remembered something Remy had asked him on Three Miles Island. Something he hadn't remembered before:
"Did ya miss me?"
"Yes." Logan said: "I will."
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Date: 2010-06-17 10:01 am (UTC)Probably not what you were thinking of but here it is.
Date: 2010-06-18 09:09 am (UTC)John immediately let go of him, and said, “Radek. Damn, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? I thought-“
Radek shook his head and pushed John’s hand away when he tried to touch the scientist. “I will go now. Please move, Colonel.”
John climbed over the still slumbering Rodney to allow Radek to get out of the too-small Ancient bed. He tried not to let Radek catch him ogling his surprisingly pert ass as wild-haired man walked naked to the bathroom.
John pulled on his boxers and pants and sat at the edge of the bed, debating if he should wake Rodney up. This was turning out to be a really awkward morning after.
He stood up when Radek came out of the toilet in a robe. Radek walked purposefully towards him and surprised the hell out of John when he pulled him down into a kiss that reminded John of just what that mouth had done to him the night before.
John ended the kiss first, panting. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to scare you earlier,” he said a little sheepishly now that he saw that Radek wasn’t as freaked as he had been earlier.
Radek shrugged his shoulders, “Ah, you military men. I will get used to it, ano?”
John grinned and leaned down to kiss the shorter man, his hands undoing the loose knot that held Radek’s robe in place. “You’ll need a lot of practice then. Have a shower with me?”
Radek made a sound that sounded a lot like a squeak when John cupped his ass and squeezed. “John! What of Rodney?”
Already stepping out of his boxers, John said, “He can join us later.” He held out a hand to Radek and felt a sense of rightness settle within him when Radek took his hand without hesitating.
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