Friday Free-For-All
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comment_ficTGIF, everyone! That means today we get to play in whatever sandboxes we want, posting whatever prompts we want with no themes!
Just remember to follow the rules:
Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by
Please also honor and respect our code monkeys by following the correct format:
Inception, Eames/Arthur/Ariadne, domestic is overrated
Leverage/White Collar, Author's Choice, sometimes the best need an extra hand
And as always, please feel free to look over our lonely prompts and fill any that tickle your fancy!
theme="freeforall"
Just remember to follow the rules:
Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by
Please also honor and respect our code monkeys by following the correct format:
Inception, Eames/Arthur/Ariadne, domestic is overrated
Leverage/White Collar, Author's Choice, sometimes the best need an extra hand
And as always, please feel free to look over our lonely prompts and fill any that tickle your fancy!
theme="freeforall"
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“You are doing it wrong! The eggs will burn - ”
“Oh, like you’d know how to make an omelet! You’ve been eating nothing but diner food since your feathery arse touched base on the planet!”
“My ass is not – “
“Would you two idjits shut up already?” Bobby asks. He can only lie in bed and listen to them argue for so long, and when he finally manages to make it to the kitchen, he can practically see Castiel’s feathers bristle up in surprise and anger (Bobby’s seen it happen before, he knows what they look like).
“Crowley is attempting to set your house on fire with his cooking of insufficient caliber,” Castiel says, whirling to face Bobby. He points an accusing finger at Crowley like a petulant child. “He will also not allow me to assist!”
“I’m hardly going to set the house on fire by using the stove,” Crowley scoffs, glaring at Castiel. “Here I am, trying to be nice for once – don’t you two scoff at me – and this is the payment I get?”
“Would you prefer Bobby’s soul?” Castiel asks darkly, narrowing his eyes.
“One time! That was one bloody ti- “
It takes every ounce of Bobby’s self-control not to whack the angel or the demon across the head like he used to do to Sam and Dean (and Jesus, what would those boys think if they could see this now?). “Crowley, stop whining like a two year old,” Bobby says, exasperated. When a smug smile flitters across Castiel’s face, Bobby scowls at him too. “You too, Cas. Knock it off and grow up already, before I get my shotgun and shoot you both.”
“A shotgun would do no damage – “
“That isn’t the point,” Bobby grinds out. “So would you just shut up and tell me what the Devil is going on?”
Castiel’s brow furrows in confusion and he looks from Bobby to Crowley. It takes a minute for Bobby to realize Castiel is trying to puzzle how to shut up and explain at the same time, and the hunter would laugh if it wasn’t such a common occurrence.
“We were attempting to make you breakfast,” Crowley says coolly, prodding at the slowly burning omelet on the stove. “It was going fine until Castiel had to try and take control again.”
“If you weren’t always so insistent on binding my hands – “
“Oh, so now you’re saying you don’t like it? Because I could have sworn – “
“You are a manipulative, controlling bastard – “
“You are a self-righteous, self-centered, spoiled brat – “
“ – incorrigible, spiteful, unnecessarily crude and mean – “
“Don’t make me gag you, Cas. Wouldn’t want you to choke - “
Bobby just stares and he can practically feel his blood pressure rising. Shaking his head, he turns and leaves the kitchen before grabbing the keys to his truck. It might only be nine in the morning, but he can sure as Hell use a beer and a moment that is somewhere not here.As much as he (God forbid he ever mention it) loves the two prissy bastards arguing in his kitchen, there’s only so much he can handle.
It occurs to him, idly, while he’s driving that Sam and Dean were due to check in today, and Bobby can only hope Castiel and Crowley are still at each other’s throats so someone else can see what he’s suffering through.
Not that he’d consider it suffering, most of the time. Well, half the time. Maybe fifteen percent of the time. Castiel and Crowley had a lot of issues to work through.
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Date: 2010-10-11 11:32 pm (UTC)"It's not a criticism sweetie, I'm just stronger than you."
"I can handle myself you know."
"Yeah, you do a good job of handling me too. Let's see how strong you are then. How about I tie you up and see how long it takes you to escape?"
Arthur smiled, "what if I don't want to escape?"
Eames grinned back, Arthur often was the first to suggest things. "Now?"
Arthur nodded. He walked slowly to the bed, sure of his captive audience. He undid the buttons on his waistcoat and removed it. The tie was next, he held it up. "It would make a good blindfold." He could see Eames liked that suggestion and offered his belt next, "could easily keep someone's hands together."
Eames crossed the room and kissed him. Arthur was pushed gently onto the bed. Eames not so gently threw himself on the bed too. He ran his hand down Arthur's stomach trying to undo the button on Arthur's trousers while kissing him. Once he had Arthur naked Eames decided to go with the blindfold suggestion. He lifted Arthur's head slightly and pushed the tie underneath. He brought the other end across Arthur's eyes and tied it at the side pressing a kiss to Arthur's temple. The hands were next, each arm pushed slowly up. Eames looped the belt through the headboard and tied the belt around Arhtur's wrists. "Tell me your safeword."
"Morpheus."
"Good boy." Eames couldn't help admiring Arthur's lithe form as he lay on the bed with his legs splayed so casually. Though they drove each other mad at times it was such a turn on to know Arthur trusted him. "I'm going to kiss you now." Arthur lifted his head a little and Eames leaned over to kiss his partner. He trailed kisses down Arthur's throat, down his chest stopping to tease Arthur's nipples with his teeth and soothe them with licks. He moved lower settling himself between Arthur's legs and took his partner's cock into his mouth. He fondled Arthur's balls as he sucked and licked. Arthur moaned words of encouragement and actually groaned when Eames pulled away.
"Just a minute, have patience." Eames quickly undressed and opened the lubricant as quietly as he could. He saw Arthur turning his head as if that would help him hear better. Settling on the bed again he spread Arthur's legs a little wider. He poured a little lube on his fingers and returned to the interrupted blowjob. As he sucked he pushed his finger between Arthur's cheeks and began stretching his partner slowly. "Want to come now or when I fuck you?"
"Want to come with you inside me."
He let Arthur's cock go and leaned forward for a kiss. "I think you're ready for me. Okay to take the blindfold off?" Arthur nodded. Eames loosened the knot and pushed the tie up onto Arthur's forehead smiling as Arthur blinked a few times. He didn't tell Arthur that he wanted to look into his eyes as they fucked. He was pretty sure Arthur already knew he could be soppy sometimes.
Eames watched Arthur's expressions as he pushed into him slowing when there was a wince of pain. "I'm fine Eames, I won't break."
Despite the lube and the stretch Eames still wanted to take his time. He'd no intention of hurting Arthur who kept urging him on with "harder" and "faster" and finally a "just fuck me" so Eames did thrusting hard and fast. He could see Arthur pulling at the belt and took pity on him. He took Arthur's cock and began stroking it, all out of time with his own thrusts but effective enough, "this what you wanted?"
"Yeah, remind me of this next time I suggest restraints."
"Gonna come soon. You look so good right now, hair a mess and your skin all flushed. Your tie looks like a bad '70s headband."
Arthur laughed. He came first then Eames not long after. He slumped forward and kissed Arthur. "I love your ideas."
"I love them too."
They both held back their I love yous uncertain of the reaction.
"Any chance of undoing this belt."
"Yeah, sorry."
Eames freed Arthur's hands and kissed him again. "Come shower with me?"
"In a minute."
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