Friday Free-For-All

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

And here we are, another week survived and another Friday Free For All so we are going to go nuts and prompt whatever the hell we want... the only limit is your imagination! 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 codemonkeys by following the formula for posting:

Leverage, Hardison/Parker/Eliot, sharing body heat
NCIS/Leverage, Gibbs & Eliot, a very distinctive slap


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[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/Parker/Eliot, sharing body heat

[somehowunbroken]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny, remembering their first year at their retirement party

[samueljames]

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, they never get much privacy.

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

NCIS/Leverage, Gibbs & Eliot, a very distinctive slap

[samueljames]

Doctor Who, Mickey/Jake, 'Can I kiss you?'

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

RPF, Steve Carlson, i wanna drink jack daniels on a saturday night somewhere

[samueljames]

Angel/Leverage, Lindsey/Hardison, the team can't help noticing that Hardison's new boyfriend looks familiar but Eliot refuses to see the resemblance.

Love Is Blind - Ats/Leverage, Lindsey/Hardison (hints of Eliot/Hardison UST), PG-13

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Perhaps the funniest (and most unsettling) thing about it is that Eliot absolutely hates the guy. And refuses to examine his reasons too closely. Not to mention certain other things.

"You're kidding, right?"

It's only about the twelfth time they've all listened to Eliot grumble about Hardison's new boyfriend - or outright insult the guy, venting loudly about his "slick smile" and his "smarmy charm" and his "fancy suits". Parker is the first to break. Nate and Sophie have had long discussions on the mystery of how Hardison managed to find Eliot's exact dopplegager; how the man could possibly look just like Eliot and yet be like Lindsey - a smooth-talking lawyer with expensive tastes and questionable morals; and, most mind-boggling of all, how Eliot can persist to ignore the similarities between Lindsey and himself. They didn't think Parker was paying much attention (you never know with Parker.) But at Eliot's look of angry confusion, Parker snorts.

"Eliot. He looks just like you."

"Uh. Parker..." Sophie looks to Nate. They've wondered how Eliot can ignore certain details, but they haven't yet decided that they should address those details with Eliot. This thing between him and Hardison has gone on since the beginning. A constant back-and-forth of Alec is in l- Wait, No, no he isn't and Eliot really l- Okay, maybe he doesn't. Nothing good has ever come from pressuring either one of them into figuring things out, once and for all.

"What?" Eliot asks. "No, he doesn't."

"He really, really does," Parker insists. "Alec likes him because he looks just like you."

"Oh, I don't know that-" Sophie begins.

"What the hell does that mean?" Eliot demands, glaring at Parker with dark eyes.

"It means he wants you!" Nate finally explodes, losing patience. "For fuck's sake, Eliot! Hardison wants you, you want him... So just tell him already, or shut the hell up about it!"

Silence settles after Nate storms out of he room.

"I don't know what the hell he's talkin about," Eliot tells Sophie and Parker.

Sophie just frowns. Parker narrows her eyes.

"Eliot?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't make me hurt you."

[samueljames]

Southland, Ben/John, a one night stand became something more.

[samueljames]

Torchwood, Owen, visiting the cemetery on Katie's anniversary.

So let us melt, and make no noise - Owen, G

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

"It's a tradition," Owen says, "It's fun." And he says it with just enough leer in his voice, in his smirk, to ensure no misunderstanding of his meaning when he says 'fun'. "What more can you ask for? Who wants in?"

Of course, no one raises their hand. Ianto looks harried, juggling coffee cups and file folders and other sorts of detritus left to be tidied up at the end of a busy work week. Tosh looks hurts, as per usual; Gwen looks fairly disgusted.

Only Jack looks like he sees straight through Owen's bullshit (cause he does) but Owen isn't looking at Jack.

Of course, Owen knew this day would come. Was a time, nobody gave him grief bout things like this. Personal things. He's made a name for himself at Torchwood, and that name is Cocky Bastard. And probably loads of other things much less pleasant. The mask chafes now and again - but only now and again, and there was a time that a mask was all he needed. He gave Tosh a nasty leer and nobody double-checked to see if this "birthday" of his and the date of birth on his records actually match. He took a little of the piss out of Ianto and nobody stopped him to question why he's so special he gets to take off early "for no good reason".

"Come on, Jack. Owen can pull any night of the week. Why's he need a full day off to do it?" Gwen whines.

She's the problem. The reason things are changing. Owen's not sure he likes it.

"Because I say he does," is Jack's brilliant explanation. "Owen, get going."

"Gladly." With a cheeky wave at the others, Owen bids his adieus.

"Well, I'd better get a day off for my birthday," he hears Gwen grumbling as he leaves the Hub and he chuckles, though it's starting to creep up on him already. Owen walks home to delay it, breathing in long, slow breaths and making himself study the scenery around him - the streets he drives down day after day, the faces he passes and only looks twice at on the days like this.

At his apartment, he showers even though he's already showered once this morning (he's worked up a sweat). He dresses in his best suit (a somber, expensive thing Dr. Owen Harper, Torchwood wouldn't be seen in) and drives his rental out to the country. To the cemetary.

It catches up with him. The mask falls away and there's nothing to bottle in the grief he feels - still, years later - or the pain. This day isn't the anniversary of the day of his birth; it's another mile-marker past the day he buried his wife. The day he heard Jack's crazy explanations about aliens and alien police and the day he took Jack's even crazier job offer. The day he became Dr. Owen Harper, Torchwood. Cocky Bastard. Today Owen celebrates another milestone - another year he's survived as something other than Dr. Owen Harper, widower.

He carries the flowers he bought along the way and places them on his Katie's grave, then stands there, as if waiting to be acknowledged.

"Hello, love," he says, when he's come to terms with the fact (again) that no one ever will. "'s been another year already..."

Owen'd like to think that one day he'll have enough miles behind him not to feel gutted every time the day comes and goes, but he'll have to think it tomorrow. Without his mask, Owen's not so good at pretending to believe things he really doesn't.

[lmx-v3point3.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, "It's not enough to bash in heads, You've got to bash in minds" (Everyone's a Hero, Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog)

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny & Grace, their first vacation

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

Stargate-1, Jack/Daniel + team, trapped in a cave, waiting for resuce

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis/Stargate-1, John/Cam + their teams, revealing the truth about their relationship to their respective teams.

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny, "You're always in my mind! Why is that, Steven?"

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

NCIS, McGee/DiNozzo, moving in together

(would be great if this was a D/s relationship too but doesn't have to be!)

Move In With Me (1/2)

[samueljames]

Tony is so good at this, at knowing exactly what he wants. He thrusts shallowly as Tony sucks and licks and strokes. Tony pulls back a little to tease the head of Tim's cock.
'So good Tony. Feels so good.'
Tony keeps going, trying his best to make Tim lose control. He's close now so he puts his hand on the back of Tony's head, a signal to stop.
'Good boy. Touch yourself.'
Tony strokes his cock as his Dom fucks his mouth. It's fast, rough and perfect. When Tim comes he almost gags but swallows what he can. His hand stills.
'Keep going Tony. Want to see you come.'
Tim crouches down and kisses him, he brushes some come from the corner of Tony's mouth with his thumb.
'Open.'
Tony obeys and sucks Tim's thumb clean as he strokes his cock. Tim closes his other hand round Tony's and together they stroke until Tony comes. He sags against Tim who praises him and tells him how beautiful he looks.
'Love you Tim.'
'I love you. Move in with me.'

Tony pulls away.
'Is that an order?'
'No. Of course not.'
Tim realises his mistake. He shouldn't have done this with Tony in a vulnerable moment. He kisses Tony quickly.
'I'm so sorry. I picked the worst time to ask. Let's get cleaned up. I'll do dinner, you have a shower and we'll talk then.'
Tony is quiet as Tim gets dressed. He almost says something but then grabs a towel instead and heads to the bathroom.

As Tim looks in the refrigerator he hopes he hasn't panicked Tony. They never discussed where this was headed but Tony stays here quite often. Still it's not every night and maybe Tony wants his own place for some alone time. They've only been together five months but Tim would like it to be permanent.

When Tony comes in from the bedroom he's in pyjamas, at least that means he's staying the night.
'Hope chicken's okay.'
Tony nods.
Tim pours the sauce over the chicken breasts and puts them in the oven. He peels a few potatoes and Tony switches on the tv. A few minutes later Tim joins Tony on the couch.
'I'm sorry about the way I asked. I didn't think about how it might seem to you.'
Tony mutes the tv and turns towards Tim. He curls his legs up and one hand goes to his collar, fiddling with the metal loop on it.
'Apology accepted. I don't have an answer for you yet. I like the way things are. I love that you love me and I want to be with you but you can have too much of a good thing.'

'You think you'd get tired of me?'
'The other way round but it could happen either way.'
'Tony I, well from my side I don't see myself getting sick of you. I miss you when you're not here and then I started thinking of the nights you go to your place. I wondered if you wanted space.'
Tony shrugs.
'Sometimes. I like it here but when it's just me I have nobody to impress. After doing it all day at work it's tiring to try and please you too. Other times you make it better because I know you love me and your approval means so much. If I were here all the time I might end up disappointing you.'

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel, his reaction when he feels Lucifer returning to earth

forget the glories he hath known - gen, PG

[tigriswolf]

Gabriel is swimming with dolphins off the coast of Australia when he feels Lucifer spread his wings, stepping out of the cage. No, he thinks, immediately losing control of the shape and sinking down down down, not even noticing until he hits the ocean floor.

No, he thinks again.

Lucifer’s greeting blasts across Creation; there is no angel or demon who does not hear it. Brothers, he calls. Sisters. Join me or perish.

Gabriel whispers, No.

[oneiriad.livejournal.com]

ASOIAF/Vorkosigan Saga, Tyrion Lannister & Mark Vorkosigan, fucked up snarky dwarf younger brother bonding time

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

White Collar/Fringe, Neal Caffrey & Peter Bishop (optional Mozzie), The one time they teamed up on a con

Reposted because apparently I forgot that there are two Peters... >.<

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Michael/Sam, angel movie nights

[cageyklio.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel/Sam, kissing away the hurt

[oteap.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek, I don’t need to flirt, I will seduce you with my awkwardness.

[caseyrocksmore.livejournal.com]

A/N: Eh, may not be exactly what you were looking for, but this is what came out of it when I tried.

Derek ground his teeth together and tuned out Stiles’ rambling. As if it wasn’t bad enough he was being forced to stake-out the school with Scott’s infuriating human best friend, the kid wouldn’t shut up. He could practically feel his brain turning to goo from having to listen to this kid babble.

“—so then I just flat out asked him, but he never gave me an answer and I—”

“Is there a point to this story?” Derek managed to spit between his teeth, clenching his fingernails into his palms. The dull pain of the pressure kept him from doing something stupid, like ripping the kid’s throat out; he wasn’t some born-again teen wolf who couldn’t control his anger.

Stiles’ jaw clicked shut as he was cut off. He actually had the gall to look offended.

“Yes,” he said pouting in a way that was almost laughable it was so ridiculous.

Derek sighed and leaned back in the passenger seat of Stiles’ jeep. “Then could you, I don’t know, get to it before we fossilise?”

“Okay. So, like I said, Danny didn’t give me an answer and Scott didn’t give me an answer, so I have to ask— do you find me attractive?” He stared at Derek, somehow managing to look earnest and serious at the same time.

Derek paused, too stunned by the question to do more than gape at the awkward teen. “Are you trying to come onto me?”

Stiles shook his head. “No. If I was going to come onto you, I wouldn’t need to flirt. I would just seduce you with my awkwardness,” he replied without even a hint of sarcasm, which was kind of flabbergasting.

“Seriously?” Derek managed to squawk, because— seriously? Who said stuff like that?

“You didn’t answer my question,” Stiles said, pouting once more.

“No, I don’t find you—” Stiles’ wounded puppy-dog eyes made Derek pause. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay, fine. You know what? From an objective standpoint, you are a fairly good-looking kid. Happy?”

Stiles’ face lit up with a huge smile. “Thanks, Derek.”

“Now shut up before I mess up that pretty face of yours.”

Stiles nodded and fiddled with the binoculars on his lap, but his grin didn’t diminish in the slightest. It may have been the lighting, but Derek thought he saw the kid’s cheeks colour at little at the ‘pretty’ comment, and— Goddamnit, he’d better not have just given the kid a reason to crush on him.

[cageyklio.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock/John, an experiment gone awry

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Hellblazer, Castiel + John Constantine, "Where do you buy your trenchcoat?"

[oteap.livejournal.com]

The Covenant, Reid/Caleb, first kiss

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, camping