Friday Free-For-All

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TGIF, 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!


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Blankets | [1/2]

[technicallysane.livejournal.com]

To say that Jared's nervous would be a little bit of an understatement.

Yeah, he likes Richard. Likes him a lot, as a matter of fact. Enough, anyway, to blurt in the middle of a rather intense game of tonsil hockey to blurt out, "You should stay over tonight." Richard had paused, eyebrow raised and lips pink, before saying slowly, "Not the response I usually get to that, but I'll take it." Now Jared's got a Richard puttering around somewhere in his house, fishing for blankets so he can crash on the couch. Apparently, in Richard-Land, "staying over for the night" actually means "stay on the couch" rather than "sleep with me in my bed in several senses of the word."

Well, it's a step, and an important one. Jared will take what he can get. Wanting to move slow in a relationship is something that Jared can understand and respect, and it's not like this is exactly a normal situation.

Right now he's sprawled out on his bed in his pajamas, face into the pillow. Normally he'd help out, looking for blankets and such, but Richard had just held up a finger and said, "Please. I am the guest and I will do the work."

"But I'm the host and it's my job to make you comfortable" means diddly in Richard-Land, by the way.

Jared sighs, the sound muffled in the soft cotton of his pillow. A somewhat brilliant plan gone awry by stupid timing and a stubborn partner. Jared should've known better. This is probably his punishment for cockblocking or something. Which, damnit, that's unfair. Jared totally would've made up for that times ten. And it's probably also because Jared sprung it on Richard in a way that means that he doesn't have any pajamas himself (Jared lent him a pair of his smallest sweatpants and a T-shirt and it still looked like Richard was swimming in cloth until they rolled up the cuffs of the sweatpants. There was nothing to be done for the T-shirt. They left that. It still makes Jared smile.) or a toothbrush, or clothes for tomorrow.

This is some shitty revenge, Jared thinks.

"Something wrong?" Richard speaks right in his ear and Jared jumps. Richard laughs a little at him as he shakes his head. "Jumpy, are we?" Before Jared can come up with some witty response Richard continues with, "Well, I couldn't find any blankets." He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit that Jared's picked up on. "So, I dunno."

Jared knows him well enough to know exactly where he's going with this, because he knows for a fact that there's a few neatly folded duvets in the downstairs hall closet.

"Well," he says slowly, watching every reaction carefully. "I do have a little room here, I guess. If you want."

Blankets | [2/2]

[technicallysane.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome," Richard replies, his mouth curling up in that familiar grin. Jared shrugs and tugs on Richard's--really his--shirt hem, pulling him down. Richard goes willingly enough, plopping down next to him with all the grace of a three year old. He still looks ridiculous in the oversized clothing, and he climbs on top of Jared at his prompting, pressing a soft kiss down on his lips.

"You know, I could've sworn there were blankets in a bunch of closets here," Jared mutters, and he can feel the grin against his lips.

"Maybe. I didn't find any and I am a totally reliable source when it comes to those kinds of things."

"Mm. Sure." Jared threads his fingers though the hair at the base of Richard's neck and pulls him down, tracing his tongue along the seam of Richard's lips until he's able to slip it inside Richard's mouth, pulling a groan from his throat.

"So is this a sleepover or something?" Richard teases after a few more seconds of that (which, hell yeah, Jared is making up for the early cockblocking), and Jared grins, hands teasing underneath Richard's shirt and trailing fingers up his ribs, making him shiver.

"That depends. What kind of sleepover did you have in mind?"

Richard full on smirks as he leans down again, breath puffing against Jared's lips.

"The kind that involves less sleep and more 'over', if you catch my drift." 

-fin