Friday Free For All

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Welcome, boys and girls, to your Friday Free For All. It's been another fabulous week - the turn out each day seems to be better and better! I am so pleased with the number of fandoms represented and the new ones I keep finding!

Let's keep the ball rolling, shall we? Anything goes today, of course - any fandom or crossover, any pairing or grouping, any prompt.


Please help the code monkeys maintain their sanity and remember to format your prompts:
For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Supernatural, John/Mary, Impala

For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Leverage/SPN, Eliot/Dean, Pool


And if nothing's jumping up and catching your attention, feel free to head on over to our Lonely Prompts section.


So, go forth and prompt! Write! And I have a happy Friday!

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TW, Jack/Ianto, cold toes

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Cold toes

[noteveryday.livejournal.com]

(I'll apologize in advance, I somehow doubt this is what you were going for.)
"Come on. Just this once?"
Ianto frowned, sitting up and holding the sheets around his slim frame.
"Excuse me sir?"
Jack chuckled, giving that heart-melting smile that somehow managed to keep half of the galaxy from killing him.
"I asked you to sit on my toes. They're cold." He wiggled his toes in emphasis, sticking just past the edge of the blanket. Ianto sighed, as always unable to resist that smile.
"Just this once sir." He arranged himself, sitting at the edge of the bed and sandwiching Jack's (freezing Ianto noted) toes between his calfs and his warm buttocks. Jack sighed happily as the warmth seeping into his extremities, and other mischevious thoughts began to paint themselves in his mind.

Ianto did not trust the quickly changing blissful grin that was creeping across Jack's features.
"Sir?"
Jack's eye cracked open, focusing on Ianto. Then his grin widened suddenly, all teeth and charm and evil. There was a quick wiggle, good aim, and a girlish shriek from Ianto.



"My toes are cold again." Jack winked at Ianto, leaning over his desk as he wiggled his toes out into Ianto's view.
Ianto smiled his empty, on-the-job smile, and Jack knew immediately that he should regret his request. But he didn't, seeing as that always damning little thought ran through his head.
What's the worst he could do?
Ianto's smile grew colder, like he'd heard Jack's mental challenge.
"Of course sir. I would be happy to warm those up for you."
Jack really should have noticed the pot of fresh coffee in Ianto's hand.


Gwen, Owen and Tosh all looked up from their respective stations, staring at the door to Jack's office, where the pained howling emanated from, and Ianto was just exiting.
Ianto looked down at them, that same calm smile frozen into his features.
"Nothing to worry about." He intoned cheerily, whistling as he made his way down the stairs.

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Lotrips, Viggo/Orlando, chocolate kisses

Lotrips, Viggo/Orlando, chocolate kisses

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Viggo had managed to get his hands on the spare key of Orlando's trailer and he sneaked in. He was thankful that Orlando was still on set wrapped up in filming. Viggo unloaded the bag full of groceries to the tiny fridge Orlando had in the kitchenette at the back of the bus. Then he fished out the last item, placing it on the table beside the bed and sat down.

x~x~x~x

They hadn't seen each other since Orlando left Idaho more than a week ago and Viggo had found himself missing him the next morning he had woken up in an empty bed. He knew he had no other option than to book himself a flight and fly back to LA and find a way to the set.

The hours spent alone in the darkness felt like an eternity but then Viggo was snapped back to reality as he heard a key pushed inside the lock and the tell tale clicking sound of it being opened. He held his breath and waited.

x~x~x~x

Orlando took the final step inside shook his head. paps had gone crazy today when he was on his lunch break. Flashes had gone off like fireworks and captured him holding an orange. He chuckled at the thought and yelped soon after. "Viggo!" he said, swallowed and panted a little. "Warn a guy next time, yeah? What are you doing here? Not that I mind one bit but..." "I missed you. I missed my rock star." "Awww. You're being so sweet." "I spied on you before getting in. Have I ever told you how gorgeous you look in tight leather pants?" "Maybe." "And have I told you I have a knack for you wearing eyeliner?" Viggo asked standing up and wrapping his arms around Orlando. "Makes me kiss you all over." "How about here..." Orlando asked pointing at his lips and smiling. "...for starters?" "Suits me."

Orlando made a content sound deep in his throat as Viggo's lips claimed his. "Feel any better?" Orlando asked as they broke apart. "Much. I also thought I'd spoil you." "What did you have in mind, then?" "Maybe turn your tiny TV on and watch the nonsense, make sweet love on your bed and...eat chocolate. I'm not sure about the order of those things, though."

Orlando smirked and opened the box of chocolate taking one pink heart-shaped treat between his fingers and popping it into his mouth. "Maybe..." he munched on it. "...we could start this evening by just... these." Orlando grabbed the collar of Viggo's light blue button-down shirt and pulled him into a chocolate kiss. "Mmmm...I still haven't gotten used to these..." Viggo spoke quietly against Orlando's chocolaty lips. "We've got all night, love, and a box full of chocolate."

[galor5.livejournal.com]

Lotrips, Sean/Orlando, sleepy cuddling

Omg, sap BEYOND sap, I have no idea what's wrong with me! *g*

[azewewish.livejournal.com]

After almost five years with Sean (of course, they'd known each other for a decade, but didn't actually hook up until one memorable night in Mexico while filming 'Troy'), it was the little things, the small routines, that Orlando cherished most. The mingling of coffee mugs in the cabinets, the way that Sean always prepared Orlando's cup first, then his own, how they split the grocery list while shopping (mostly because Sean was crap at picking out fresh vegetables and Orlando wouldn't know a good cut of meat if it mooed at him), the nightly calls when they were away working...all of the tiny details that made up a life together, one learned over time.

One of Orlando's favorite routines was the weekly movie. Normally, it was Thursday, but the actual day didn't matter. There were snacks of some sort – crisps or nachos or popcorn or cheesecake (the cheesecake nights were Orlando's favorite) – and lounging about in their pajamas on the World's Most Comfortable Sofa (big enough to fit an army and deep enough so that Sean and Orlando could both sleep together on it if they fancied a mid-day nap), and watching whatever movie happened to be on. Didn't matter the genre or director or cast – if it was on, they watched it. Sometimes in reverential silence, awed by the power of the acting or script or directing, and the discussions that followed led to either a wishlist of future people to work with or tales of past films. Sometimes the films were, well, less than stellar (to be polite about it). And those films got the MST3K treatment, and sometimes the Recasting Treatment. But, whatever the movie, it was their time to turn off their cell phones, turn off the world, and just spend time with each other.

When they were off on shoots and had time, they did movie nights by phone, but it wasn't quite the same. Nothing could compare to the cuddling together and lazily traded kisses and sometimes falling asleep on the sofa, with both of their hands still in the popcorn bowl. It was this routine above all others that Orlando dreamed about during their time apart, and the one that he always looked forward to when a shoot wrapped up and his time was his own again.

Funny how it really was the little things – more than the grand gestures or declarations – that cemented a partnership.

***

[galor5.livejournal.com]

Lotrips, Karl/Orlando/Harry, I double dog dare you

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

"Go on, do it."

Orlando's head whipped around at the hissed words, and he glared at Karl. "Are you daft?"

"Dare you," Karl grinned, leaning back against the bar, eyes dancing with evil glee.

"Piss off," Orlando said, refusing to look at Harry again.

"He's a good kisser," Karl said, leaning in to whisper the words in Orlando's ear. "And he loves to watch. Go on, double dare you."

"Piss off," Orlando said again, trying to hide how his body reacted to the idea of Harry watching. His mind, traitorous thing that is was, immediately jumped on the image of Harry doing and not just watching. Fuck.

"Said he wanted to watch you," Karl murmured, dragging his fingers up the back of Orlando's arm, grinning when Orlando jumped. "Told me he wants to know what you look like with a cock up your arse."

"He...what?" Orlando's eyes glazed over and virtually all higher brain functions ceased. The idea, man.

"Told me himself," Karl said, and smirked. "Orlando Bloom, I double dog dare you."

"Oi! That's playing dirty!"

Karl just continued to smirk. Bastard. There was nothing to do but march right over to Harry's table and do it then. With all of their friends watching. Orlando started across the room, and he could hear Karl clapping behind him. Just as soon as he figured out something suitable, he was going to pay Karl back for this.

He stopped at the table, waited until Harry looked up. "Yeah?"

"Hi," Orlando said, and swallowed. Then, without another word, he straddled Harry's lap, grasped Harry's head firmly with both hands, and kissed him. A proper kiss, per Karl's dare. And that kiss obliterated what little bit of brain function Orlando had left. When he lifted his head, it took him several seconds to register the complete silence that had fallen over the group around them.

"Took you long enough," Harry said, voice raspy, breathing heavy, but he smiled, and that smile sent all of Orlando's blood scrambling for his crotch in a mad rush. "Reckon we best collect Karl and go."

"Yeah, Orlando said, and dove back in for another kiss.

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Smallville, Clark/Oliver, mask

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

He doesn't think he'll ever be a mask guy...not like Oliver or the others. Well, that isn't especially true. For Clark Kent, his entire life was a mask that he wore, uncomfortable and chaffing at times, but necessary to protect those he loves.

Maybe once he actually was that starry eyed farm boy...but it hasn't been really him in a long, long time.

It's here, in this private sanctuary created not by money or super powers but by simple privacy in a rundown motel on the other side of the world, Clark can let go of the mask, let go of the past as Oliver smiles.


*somehow didn't go to the porny place, sorry!*

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Leverage, Nate/Eliot, make-up sex

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"Are you still angry?"

Eliot didn't answer, but he didn't leave the room either. He sat and stared at the bottle on the desk.

Nate closed the door, sighing heavily. "Would it help if I said I was sorry?"

"Only if you meant it." Eliot growled.

Nate came to sit between Eliot and the bottle, leaning on the desk. He was barefoot. Eliot looked up, realizing he was freshly showered too. Looking better than he had the last few days. Nate lifted one foot and settled it on the chair between Eliot's thighs.

"Would it help if I offered to suck your cock?"

He wanted to hold on to being angry, because Nate could have gotten them all killed. Because Nate had told him he'd stop drinking. Because Nate had nearly outed them both to the whole world in his drunken stupor. But, his toes were playing along the seam of Eliot's jeans and his cock was waking up.

"No." Eliot stood abruptly, pushing the chair back and reaching around Nate for the bottle. "Toss this, and maybe."

He shoved the bottle at Nate, who caught his hand and lifted his eyes to meet Eliot's. "Open it."

"Nate--"

"Humor me."

Eliot sighed, but twisted the cap off the bottle. He sniffed, but there was no smell of alcohol. "It's fake." Nate took the bottle and set it on the desk. "I'm done."

"But this weekend..."

Nate nodded. "I know. I slipped up. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."

Eliot sized him up, holding his gaze. His eyes were clear, his face open, hopeful. Eliot nodded slowly. "We alone?"

Nate glanced at the door. "Yeah, they're gone."

"Maybe you can start with that cock sucking...then we'll talk."

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Torchwood RPS, John/Gareth, on-set

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Hustle, Mickey/Danny, reunion sex

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Leverage RPS, Timothy/Chris, hiatus

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Tap, tap, tap. Tim glances over his shoulder to confirm that nobody's watching, although he feels pretty damn stupid for doing that in his own house. He adjusts the web-cam, makes sure the mic is on...

"Gonna be an old man by the time you get that set up, Hutton."

He almost jumps out of his skin when Chris's video pops up, and he glares at the camera although the fact that he can see his boy softens his annoyance. "Your brilliant idea to go back to Oklahoma for six weeks, Kane; not mine. I was fine with staying in LA."

"Mmmm..." Chris leans back in his chair and rests a hand on his chest. "What would we be doing?"

"You know..."

"Tell me." Chris looks straight at the screen as if he can see Tim, and Tim fights back a groan as he slides a hand down to his zipper.

"Pants down, boy. I'm gonna make this good for you."

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Being Human, George/Mitchell, sofa

Re: Sofa, Being Human, Mitchell/George

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There really was going to be porn with this, I swear! *scritches head* Huh...


Mitchell had more than one reason for demanding a sofa for the living room when they went house hunting – past the whole not wanting to get a bad back thing from a futon, of course. If they had just one sofa, Mitchell had thought, then he’d have more opportunity to touch George in a sort of ‘accidentally on purpose’ kind of way. It was a very good plan, really.

And George was apparently fine with Mitchell propping his feet up in George’s lap. Mitchell, however, had envisaged it slightly differently – with his head in George’s lap for a start. The sofa wasn’t that comfortable after all.

So when George pointed out that it was his turn to fetch the biscuits from the kitchen one evening, Mitchell got up willingly and when he came back he sat, swivelled, and settled with his head on a nice, firm thigh. George didn’t so much as freeze underneath him, Mitchell thought mournfully, and he glared at the television and stole the biscuits back. It was as if George hadn't even noticed his change in position.

Maybe he should have pushed for a futon after all – at least that way they would have both had to lie down to be properly comfortable. There would have been more chances for a proper seduction then…

Mitchell’s glare faded when he felt a careful hand land gently on his head and George began stroking through his hair as Mitchell smiled and settled further into his relaxed sprawl. There was probably something to be said for taking things slow, he supposed.

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Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, coach-ride

[shizumaslover.livejournal.com]

Merlin closed his eyes against the warm sunrays streaming into the coach, losing himself in the swaying motion and the steady beat of hooves. Arthur kept his eyes opened, fixed on his servant, lingering on the simple curve of his mouth; a soft smile, drowsy and inviting. He leaned in slowly until his lips were nearly touching Merlin's ear.

"Have I told you you're the worst servant a prince could possibly have?" he murmured.

The smile widened, crinkling skin around tightly sealed eyelids. "Yes, my lord. On many occasions."

"Dosing off on the job." Arthur made tutting noises, brushing his lips against the sensitive lobe for an instant as he did so. "Shameful. Not to mention--" he continued to whisper slowly, guiding one of Merlin's hands between his legs, "--that my inseam is completely frayed. Feel that?"

"I suppose I have been a bit delinquent with the mending of late." Merlin's fingers brushed against Arthur's hardening member, and the smile grew wider still.

"See that you take care of it when we arrive back in my quarters."

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Supernatural, John/Mary, Impala

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"No." Mary shook her head, arms folded across her chest. She glared at John, at the door in his hand, at the car in general. "I am not getting in that thing."

"Baby, please don't..."

"Don't 'baby' me, John Winchester," she snapped, the force of her glare increasing.

John sighed. "Mary... Just... Can't you just give her a try. For me, please?"

Mary wrinkled her face, then pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but then John was doing that thing with his eyes that she could never resist, could never say no and then she was getting in the door, sitting on the seat and John was racing around the car next to her, sliding in the driver's seat

"She purrs," John told her, turning the key in the ignition and demonstrating. He slid an arm around Mary's shoulder, tugging her against his side. "I bet I could could make you purr like that, right here in this car, on that back seat." He watched her glance back over his shoulder, then tipped her chin up, kissing her firmly on the lips

~its too early on a saturday morning for porn, sorry~

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John/Bobby, it's been a long time coming

[katzb101.livejournal.com]

It didn't surprise John that Bobby was quiet when he came, a soft sound that could have been his name could have been a moan, but that didn't matter he didn't need that kind of validation, all he needed was his friend and this time. It might only be once, it might be the beginning of something more.

It could even be the end, he didn't know all John knew as that Bobby was here and that he was here now and that he didn't want to let go. That neither of them wanted to let go and no it didn't surprise him either that Bobby wanted to cuddle, they both knew that life could end tomorrow so you held on today as tight as you could.

This had been years in coming, years of friendship and dancing round their attraction, when the boys were young, when he was still grieving for Mary. It had been a discussion that they'd had early in their friendship, the attraction that they had for each other. But they'd agreed to take their time to let it happen when it was ready. John didn't think either of them had expected it to be so quite long.

But on the other hand the wait had been worth it. No the earth hadn't moved and he hadn't seen fireworks but it had still been the most meaningful experience he'd had since his wife. And no he hadn't been a saint in that time either and neither had Bobby. But both of them were so much more than a warm body to each other and whether this happened again or not, their friendship would remain of that he was certain and that was what was important; their friendship.

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Leverage/SPN, Eliot/Dean, Pool

Leverage/SPN, Eliot/Dean, Pool

[spae.livejournal.com]

Eliot smiles lazily. Dean is all casual grace and cocky smile because he thinks he's the hustler here.

And okay, maybe Eliot was looking to hustle, but maybe tapping that ass would be just as nice a prize. It ain't like Dean ain't showing it off every time he takes his eyes off the table.

Of course, the giant by the bar might have a problem with that. His dark eyes have been watching Eliot and Dean since before the game started, and he don't think it's because he's concerned about the game.

And so while fucking Dean's oh-so-fine ass is only a maybe, he thinks losing the game could definitely be counted a win just to watch Dean bend over some more.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Fringe, Charlie/Olivia, watch your back

Fringe, Charlie/Olivia, watch your back

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It was a moment of weakness, coming to Charlie like that, but it had been too long since she let her guard down, too long since she trusted someone enough to cry in front of them and she needed it - just that brief fleeting feeling of someone caring for her. As much as she was proud to play the superwoman, superagent, super whatever, her body and brain liked to reminder her every once in a while that she was still human.

But there was something in the tightness of Charlie's arms around her that told her if she asked for more - just asked - he would give it to her, damn the consequences. When he looked into her teary eyes, there was a question - one she didn't want to answer, a request for something she wasn't ready to give.

And it mattered to her what would happen to Charlie. She lost the last man she cared about and she wasn't ready to take on that risk again - not for him or for herself.

A moment of weakness and then back to work.

She let Charlie dry her tears and she put on a smile, trying not to let him read too much in the squeeze of his hand in hers when she went to leave.

She needed to keep him a safe haven for these moments she needed him.

She couldn't destroy him and she couldn't let him destroy himself.

"Watch your back," he cautioned as she opened the door to leave.

She paused. She could go back, run away from it all for a little longer, lure him into her bed for a real respite - sending the whole world away for days on end. The temptation was real. But then, so were the risks.

"You too," she told him and closed the door behind her.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Adam/Mohinder, the end of time

The End of Time

[aurilly.livejournal.com]

This ended up being WAY too long for a comment, so I'll just put a relevant excerpt here, and then post the whole fic at my journal

ETA: OY! I KNEW there was a prompt for these two and 'gods' and that's what originally gave me the idea, but then I couldn't find it on the list last night (I must be blind), which is why I then sort of worked in some stuff about the end of time, but NOW I've found it. Oh bother. Sorry. I guess this is sort of for both.

“Have you ever believed in God?” Mohinder suddenly asked. Maybe it was the crisp morning air affecting him, or maybe it was the calming effects of the scotch. Mohinder had been brought up an atheist. Only recently, with nothing except Adam left to hold on to, had he found himself wondering. Mohinder considered these thoughts a sign of weakness and desperation, and had worked hard to suppress them. But this morning, he found himself needing to voice them.

“I believe in us,” Adam said with confidence after a minute.

“I wasn’t asking for relationship affirmation,” Mohinder snapped. He immediately felt embarrassed for having brought it up. However, in a way, it was exactly what he’d needed to hear. Somehow, Adam’s response had cured him, for the moment, of the hateful yearning for something more to believe in.

But Adam hadn’t yet let it go. Mohinder’s question, although resulting for one of them in a rejection of faith, had reminded Adam of his own. He clung to it, silently thanking Mohinder for giving him an opportunity to vocalize it to someone other than himself. “I’m not feeding you a line, love. The one man who can’t fall prey to this plague and the one man who can heal from any malady, together. That is no coincidence; that is destiny, Mohinder. We alone are capable of accomplishing anything in this new world. Who is god, if not us?”

“But what is there to accomplish?” Mohinder asked in a hollow voice, with hollow eyes.

“Just give it time. Everything will turn out fine. Trust me,” Adam urged, drawing comfort from his own words.

“What if there is nothing after this? What if this is the end of time?”

Adam shook his head and sipped his drink calmly. “It never is.”

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Leverage, Parker/Hardison, Really? Me?

[havenward.livejournal.com]

She doesn't get it. No matter which way she tries to think about it, and she's thought about it in so many ways she's pretty sure there's no ways left to try. Even the bunny has thought about it and really, if the bunny can't figure it out... Well.

For one thing, how does a nerdy geek boy like him even know how to twist his hips like that when he thrusts? Are there online classes? They don't do it in porn, she knows, she looked. It doesn't film well, apparently, and amateurs wouldn't know how to do it if Aphrodite herself stepped off her stupid oyster and showed them.

... Ok, so maybe she should focus more. And maybe they shouldn't be doing this in the middle of the museum, even if the power will be out for another 20.35 minutes and they can't finish the job til the power comes back on and Hardison can do his thing.

But really she doesn't get it. Why he kisses her like that, like she's the only thing he's ever imagined kissing. Like she's the only one he wants to kiss. People aren't like that. They just... aren't. No one likes her. They all think she's crazy.

But he's murmuring her name again, into her skin like a prayer. And right now, she can't think about it anymore...

[nouveau-monday.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid/Rossi, Urgent

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ATWT, Luke/Noah, Hayloft

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Noah threads his fingers through the soft strands in front of him as he pushes his back further into the coarse ones behind. He watches as Luke wraps swollen lips around the tip of his cock and uses his tongue to flick and tease around the head. With every inch that disappears into that quiet, dark heat Noah whimpers, digging his heels as hard as he can into the floorboard of the hayloft. Using the barrel that he sits against as leverage to try and push in deeper.

“Oh, God. Luke,” he whines as the hay buries itself into the small of his back, scratching the pale skin above his hips. He takes his thumb and ghosts it across Luke’s cheek, feeling his dick in the hollow of it, the heat warming though. “So good. So beautiful.”

Luke works his way back up, letting his tongue run along the underside and over veins, before pulling off. His eyes go dark and Noah fists strand after strand of hay at his sides as he wonders what Luke is doing. He lets out small, low moans as he feels Luke move his fingers over his spit laded cock, watches as he twirls the same fingers through the clear fluid at the top before bringing them to his already slick, stained lips and one by one sucking each of them dry.

“Holy fuck.”

Luke smiles before crawling up next to Noah, all the while using those same fingers to wrap them back around Noah’s still aching cock. “Did you like that, baby? Like when I clean you up?” Luke asks, soft breath floating into Noah’s ear, his hand now speeding up and working hard against the tightness of heated flesh.

All Noah can do is nod while he lets out a strangled cry as he comes hard and fast and straight into Luke’s palm while his boyfriend kisses his temple and works him through the aftershocks. He turns and pulls Luke down into a kiss, forcing his tongue deep within, searching for himself. After they break apart Noah turns to Luke and breathlessly says, “Clean. Clean is good.”

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Being Human, George/Mitchell, orgasm denial

Re: Orgasm denial, Being Human, George/Mitchell

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Really, just how did he get here?

He’s on his back in his – their – bed, and Mitchell’s moving over him, pressing kisses against his skin as he moves too-slowly down George’s body. His hands are fisted in Mitchell’s hair, and he thinks he’s begging, but he can’t be too sure because his entire world has turned into an endless loop of MitchellmoreminepleaseMitchell. Mitchell laughs and George can hear that, and he whines into the kiss when Mitchell moves back up to meet him, and he sobs at the taste of his own blood on Mitchell’s tongue.

“Shh,” Mitchell whispers against his mouth. “Hold on for me,” he says when he moves back down and George thinks, somewhere in the back of his mind, that it would be entirely reasonable if he’d moved onto cursing Mitchell and his entire lineage, both human and non, by now.

Then it’s all hotwetheat and George feels it surge through him and he’s so, so ready, but Mitchell tightens his grip around the base of George’s cock, and he falls back against the pillows with a moan.

“Please,” he begs, voice harsh from his screaming, George thinks, and he tries to remember a time when he wasn’t here, spread under Mitchell like this and he growls, forcing Mitchell back up to kiss him again because this is the sixth time Mitchell’s forced him to stop and, really, payback is going to be such a bitch.

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ATWT, Carly/Lily, BFFs

[indigo-5.livejournal.com]

It was late, and Lily should have been in bed. But she was awake, padding around the dark house, worrying about her friend. Carly had looked so lost today, so alone. Jack had done it, he had really gone through with it, made Janet the new Mrs. Snyder, and Lily had never seen Carly look so white.

As she walked through the living room, she heard a soft knock at the door. Lily hurried to open it, and there was Carly, looking paler than ever, trembling, her eyes red. Lily’s heart ached for her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen Carly cry.

Without words, she pulled Carly into a tight embrace, hugging her close, pushing the door quietly shut behind them before returning her attention to her friend. Carly was shaking now, clutching at her back, her face buried in Lily’s shoulder, and Lily squeezed her tight. “It’s okay,” she whispered, pushing strands of blonde hair away from Carly’s ear. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’ve got you.”

They held each other for a long time, until the tremors subsided and Carly pulled back slightly, looking up with damp eyes. “You’re too good to me,” she said. “After all I’ve done…”

“Shhh,” Lily murmured, kissing Carly’s forehead. “Quiet now.” Kissing Carly’s cheeks. “It’ll all be all right.” She kissed Carly’s lips, briefly, softly, carried by a rush of warmth that came from so many years of friendship. But Carly looked at her, her eyes changing now, and leaned in slowly to kiss her again. Lily let her eyes fall closed, surprised and yet not by the gentle pressure, the softness of Carly’s lips, the rightness of this feeling. Her own lips were responding now, gently kissing back, as her hands moved from the sides of Carly’s face into her thick blonde hair. She sighed as Carly’s lips parted, meeting her tongue with her own, lost in this feeling. Why had they never done this before? Carly’s hands were moving, caressing, and the warmth was turning to heat now. They pressed closer, the kiss deepening, and Lily gasped when she felt Carly’s breasts crushing against her own. What are we doing? But Carly moaned, and the sound went straight to Lily’s groin, and she realized she knew the answer to that question. And she wasn’t about to stop now.

[nouveau-monday.livejournal.com]

ATWT, Carly/Lily, Holden

[shizumaslover.livejournal.com]

Delicate fingers ran languidly along Lily's collarbone. Long nails ghosted over her pale skin, traced a mole on her upper arm. A small, soft body snuggled closer beneath unfamiliar covers.

"I have to tell Holden, don't I?"

Carly lifted her head from Lily's chest, peering up at her through damp, blonde curls. "I can't say what's right for your marriage."

Lily brushed the hair from Carly's face, running a thumb across a stunning cheekbone as she tucked the strands gently behind her ear. "I'm not just asking about my marriage. I'm asking what you think is right for us."

Carly swallowed hard, the word reverberating in her mind. Us. That's what they'd somehow become. Lily's sweet voice had whispered it as though it were the most beautiful thing that could have possibly happened to them. And Carly knew -- despite the inevitable fallout -- that it was.

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Leverage, Dom!Nate/Eliot, cage

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Another con, another job for Eliot's muscles. However, this wasn't what Nate had in mind when someone mentioned Eliot in a cage...

Something In Your Mouth by Nickleback blared over the speakers, and there on the stage with every inch of exposed flesh oiled and glistening was Eliot. The cage was just high enough that nobody could reach in, the bars just wide enough that everyone wanted to. His hips switched and gyrated, his hands gripped the bars and danced with the cold metal.

The tiny leather boy shorts really didn't hide much, but that was the point after all.

Their eyes locked and Eliot actually smirked at Nathan, then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the shorts and pulled down the front just enough so Nathan could see smooth freshly shaven skin...

Nathan couldn't help but hate that fucking cage.

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RPS, Chris/Jeff, gloves

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They're black leather, Jeff's gloves; soft, supple and worn.

Gentle, arousing, enticing touches as they stroke over every inch of Christian's skin, from head to toe; his scalp, his face, his neck, his back, his chest, his arms, his fingers, sweeping down his thighs and calves and feet

Hard, punishing, stinging slaps as Jeff brings his hand down on Christian's upturned ass.

But the very best, the very worst, is when those leather clad fingers dance over his sac, rolling his balls and stroking his cock; Christian coming with a cry, covering that leather with come. Then watches, spent cock twitching, as Jeff pulls the gloves off and rubs the come into them

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RPS, Chris/Steve, late

[vae]

Some kindsa late don't count as late no more. The kinda late that starts after a gig finishes and the bar closes and the last of the girls fade away. The kinda late that's Chris and Steve leaning against each other as they try and remember which fucking hotel they're going back to this time, Steve's guitar case resting against Chris' knee in the back of the cab, and Chris' hand resting against Steve's dick like it's at home there.

There's a reason for that.

Steve's too tired to protest, or too drunk, or maybe he just doesn't want to draw the driver's attention to it. Maybe he likes it. Hell, Chris knows Steve likes it. Likes it pretty damn fine himself. Nice shape to it in his hand, the rising curve pressing against denim softened by time and washing and rubbing against Steve's skin until it doesn't hide a trace of that reaction. The one that has Steve rolling his head and dropping it against Chris' shoulder as heat hardens under his hand.

Slow fumble of unfamiliar cash and familiar guitar and more familiar Steve to get them both out of the car and into the hotel, across the lobby to the elevator, leaning against the side of the car with Steve's arm around his shoulders and Steve's lips finding his neck, yeah, right there, shit, no fair, that's playing real dirty, biting right there, hair brushing over his face smelling of beer and sweat and Steve and if Steve keeps doing that...Christ, thank God, their floor. Almost feels like Chris is leading Steve by his dick to get them both someplace he can know Steve's guitar's gonna be safe and Chris can finally get all his focus on Steve and getting rid of those fucking jeans, soft enough to fall soon as the belt and fly's undone and Chris can prop Steve against the wall, getting a half-protesting murmur that Chris can't resist tasting. "'S ok, darlin'," he murmurs, voice thick with whiskey and smoke, thicker and lower with the slow burning need to get Steve to himself, like this, all sleepy and open. "'S ok, I got you."

Got Steve right where he wanted him, fever-hot skin under his hands as he stripped away clothes, kicked them aside where they fell. "I got you," he repeats, and ain't that the truth, works vice versa, always has, can't say which of them's supporting the other but it's always been that way, too, that half-step-half-fall that tumbles them onto the bed. No more concentrating on standing, just the rhythm of his hand on Steve's dick and the beat of Steve's breath hot against his face, each one pacing the other, sweeter'n any music to lead, dominant to tonic, final cadence in that choked sigh swallowed from Steve's lips.

Course, about five seconds later it's Steve that's passed out cold, snoring loud enough to wake anyone in fifty yards save for himself, contented grin stretching those wide lips, and it's Chris that left with a hard on and no place to go with it.

Too fucking late.