Friday Free For All
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comment_ficWelcome, 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!
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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Leverage/SPN, Eliot/Dean, Pool
Date: 2009-03-23 12:25 am (UTC)Dean was fun to watch.
Dean really enjoyed playing pool. Even more than that, Dean enjoyed playing the suckers and making them believe he didn’t know how to play, and then taking them for all the money in their wallets. That wasn’t just fun to watch, it was mesmerizing.
Eliot had the advantage of knowing what he was looking at; it was a real pleasure watching a master at work. Because they’d spent time playing together when Dean didn’t feel the need to hold back, Eliot knew that Dean had mathematical vision – he could see all the balls and all the angles in a way most people couldn’t fathom. So watching him flub those early shots and pretend to be genuinely frustrated was funny.
But what Eliot liked best was the moment when Dean made the transition from “vulnerable tourist” to “Paul Newman in The Hustler”, because it was so subtle. It was all about how he stood, how he held the cue, how he looked at the table. It wasn’t a showy change, nothing grand enough to get the mark’s attention and make him start screaming, “Bastard! You cheated!” There was definitely a power shift, and Eliot liked the way Dean could draw it around himself.
But the best part of watching Dean play pool was watching him bend that fine ass over the table and imagining all the ways he’d make his own power play once he got Dean all to himself.
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Date: 2009-03-23 03:04 am (UTC)A figure, in a Texas Rangers’ cap pulled low, stood in the shadows at the end of the bar watching the crowd’s antics. He added his approval along with the crowd’s.
People drifted towards the bar as the blonde-haired singer began packing his equipment. When the instruments were safely stored, he returned to schmooze the fans.
They pressed drinks in his hands, asked for hugs, kisses, pictures, and autographs, which were graciously given. One leggy red-head began trying to cut him from the herd.
The figure at the bar continued to watch the show after the show for another half hour before he set his bottle down, and turned to the door.
The crowd shifted to accommodate the people moving around the singer causing one of the patrons to stumble into the arms of the man moving for the entrance. He set the petite brunette back on her feet with a warm but tired smile.
“Oh!” She gasped. “Sorry…so sorry.”
“No worries, sweetheart.” The southern accented voice was a warm growl. “Ya alright?”
“Yeah. Thanks for the save.” She looked up at her rescuer. Startlingly blue eyes looked back from a familiar face. “Oh…OH!” She looked at the singer, then back at the man holding her arm. “Are you going to…?” She gestured toward the group in the center of the room.
Sadness and exhaustion crossed his face before a polite smile was painted in place. “Don’t want to interfere. We’ll catch up later. Be careful ya don’t get trampled.” He touched the bill of his cap and continued on his way.
The woman’s head swiveled between the two men, stopping to rest on the singer. Eyes narrowed as she shoved her way through the fans. She stopped when she was nose to chest with the blonde man.
He smiled warmly at the petite beauty who was scowling at him and the red-headed octopus still clinging on his arm. “Can I help you?” He asked politely.
The next thing he knew his face was stinging from a slap.
“OW!...WHAT?!...WHY?!...” He sputtered, rubbing his face.
“You’re a JERK!, Steve Carlson.” She spat and walked away.
His eyes followed the woman as she stormed through the crowd. A man paused to hold the door open as she sailed past. His eyes jerked to the man as he turned. Broad shoulders, long brown hair, narrow waist.
“Dammit!” He shook off the red-head and went after him.
Chris had him called just this morning, excited that the album was finished, Leverage had been picked up for a second season, and he was flying out from Nashville, but he wasn’t sure what time he’d arrive.
*Damn his moody ass for not lettin’ me know he was here.* Steve mentally grumbled as he looked up and down the street.
Leaning against the light pole, head down was his wayward cowboy. He shook a cigarette out of his pack and spoke before he was in arm’s reach…startling Christian was never a good idea.
“Gotta a light, cowboy?” He let his voice drop suggestively.
The dark head snapped up. “Steve?” Bloodshot eyes blinked slowly.
“Jesus, Chris, why didn’t you stay home? You look like crap.” The singer groused.
“Love you too, darlin’. Wanted to hear you.” Chris stated flatly as he yanked his lover into his arms. “Great show. Good crowd…well except for that red-headed bitch.” He growled into Steve’s neck and gave it a nip.
“You weren’t the only one not happy about her.” He chuckled. “Some little bitty brunette slapped me and called me a jerk.” He tugged Chris toward the parking lot.
“She did what?” His arm around Steve’s shoulders.
“You saw her…you held the door open for her.” Steve pinned Chris against the car and claimed a proper kiss.
Both men were soon breathless. “Oh yeah, someone almost knocked her down. I caught her before she hit the floor. Think she recognized me.” Chris breathed into his ear. “I know it’s been awhile, sweetheart, but shouldn’t there be a lot less clothes.” He tugged an earring with his teeth.
Steve shivered as Chris pulled away. “Get in the car, smart ass.” Unable to resist, as Chris started around the car, he gave his favorite ass a slap.
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Date: 2009-03-23 04:48 pm (UTC)The idea had come to him on the right/wrong side of a lot of whiskey. He was having a very interesting discussion with a model about the lack of user interactivity in sex toys. For some reason, that stayed with him, far more than the girl did. All he remembered about her was the result of the 'find the mole' game.
He started working hard on the project, mostly because it was a challenge. He knew he was supposed to be working on the latest weaponry for Stark Industries but that was boring, he just needed to find out what was selling well and make it more efficient. But this was something different and difficult, even though, in Jarvis, he had the perfect starting software. He already had a touch interface, independent of any hardware and there was already something that resembled a personality. He remembered the one of whatshername's complaints was that dildos seemed so impersonal.
Of course, he was having to use himself as the test subject. No only because you couldn't market a thing without testing and the technology wasn't far enough along to bring anyone else in. Also, it was a strangely personal thing, everything had been designed to thrill him. This would have to be changed for a full release, either the software would have to be made much more simple so that it worked for a wider audience, or the interface would have to become easier to adapt, not everyone had time for hours of programming at a time.
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He'd still been sleeping it off when Pepper came downstairs to check on him, because he hadn't showed up for some meeting or other. He'd tried to say that it wasn't what it looked like, but didn't have a reply ready for when she asked what it was. His joke about thermometers hadn't worked either, nor had any of his other attempts to distract her.
Still the technology worked.
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End
Sorry it's not more porny.
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Date: 2009-03-23 06:36 pm (UTC)I was convinced this prompt would die a lonely death, and then you wrote me this wonderful ficlet. :) Thank you so much!
Oh, and there's no need to apologize for it not being "more porny", since it's absolutely wonderful as-is. :)
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Date: 2009-03-25 12:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-28 09:10 pm (UTC)"This one here?"
"The big one. Yeah, that one," she said, reaching out a hand for it. As he passed it over to her, their fingers brushed, her delicate fingertips to his large calloused ones, and her "thanks" died off into a whisper halfway.
He saw her eyes widen fractionally, but couldn't tell if she was smiling or not, or even blushing - her cheeks were out of view. He knew he was, though, a little bit, and thanked all the angels in heaven he'd slipped and fallen and gotten oil all over his face and upper body earlier, even if it would be a bitch to get off later. The important thing was that he couldn't let her see him blush. He had a reputation for staidness and sensibility to uphold, and if having potentially harmful chemicals leeching slowly into his face was the price he had to pay, well, then, fine with him.
"You're welcome, ma'am," he said calmly, and looked down at the toolbox, pretending to hunt through it for a Phillips-head screwdriver.
They tightened and adjusted for another few minutes in silence, and then the Major's head popped up again. This time, he could see her nose, with a smear of grease on the end of it. "So - what do you think, Siler? Think she's ready for a test drive?"
God, but she was his perfect woman. "Think so, Major. Looks like this morning's wet down NORAD Road has burned off, so it should be a nice clean ride."
"You have your helmet here?"
He blinked at her. "Ma'am?"
Her eyes crinkled up, and he knew she was smiling, this time. "You've done so much work helping me tune her up that I think you should be the first to take her for a spin."
Siler melted. On the inside. "I'm honored, Major, but it was my pleasure - and she's your bike, you should be the first."
"I'll tell you what." She pushed herself to her feet with a little grunt, and he followed. Her coveralls were spattered with oil, too - he thought, guiltily, that it was probably his fault from earlier. "She's pretty roomy - we'll go together."
Him and Major Carter? Together? Holding tight to her waist as they raced her Harley Sportster down the mountain in the sunshine, the wind whipping their faces and the pavement rumbling under them?
Siler stammered, and the Major wriggled the end of her right sleeve over her hand and wiped at his cheek with it. She smiled shyly. "God, you're a mess, Siler. Maybe you should go have a shower first. Get some of this oil off you."
"Yes. Yes, ma'am."
"I'll take the bike up. I'll wait for you at Security, okay?"
"Yes, ma'am." He turned, dazedly, to go - then turned back. "Uh, Major? You've got some..." He pointed at her nose, and she went sweetly crosseyed. "Grease, ma'am. If you don't mind?"
"Of course." He pushed his glasses up, then carefully wiped the worst of it off with the rag he'd had tucked in his belt. "All right."
"Thank you." Siler turned around again, and his heart leapt as he heard her call after him - "Don't forget your helmet!"
He wouldn't. No, indeed.
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(Baaawwwww, this is going to be like my favourite cracky pairing now.)
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Date: 2009-03-28 09:22 pm (UTC)It's awesome. *squee*
ETA: I cannot stop reading this! I've been through it three times already. LOL!
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Date: 2009-03-28 09:41 pm (UTC)He had a reputation for staidness and sensibility to uphold, and if having potentially harmful chemicals leeching slowly into his face was the price he had to pay, well, then, fine with him.
you have no idea how widely I was smiling after reading this!! {squishes Siler}
lol.. sorry.. 'fraid 'm a tiny weeeee bit of a siler fangirl these days....;) lmao, sjs OT3 eating my brain...
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Date: 2009-03-28 09:45 pm (UTC)hehe, *eg*
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Date: 2009-03-29 10:16 pm (UTC)"Talking to you," Orlando laughed, stretching before propping himself against the side of the trailer. A crisp breeze ruffled his hair, but the sun beating down on him took the coolness out of it.
"And what are you wearing?"
That startled another laugh from Orlando as his eyes darted around to see if anyone was paying attention. He shoved off the trailer, ducked around the corner. "I'm outside, you daft cunt," he said. "I'm wearing clothes."
"The black leather trousers?"
"What?" Orlando blinked, lifting his head for another look around. "How did you --"
"Love," Karl laughed, voice echoing through the phone against Orlando's ear, "you've been all over the internet the last few days. Running around in your fake tattoos and leather."
"I, um, you..."
"Saved every one of 'em."
"Oh, bloody hell," Orlando breathed, covering his face with one hand. He didn't need to hear anything else to know where this was going.
"Though, really," Karl said, sounding far too amused for Orlando's comfort, "it would probably look better without the boxers."
"If you think I'm wearing leather trousers with nothing between me and them but air, you're barking mad," Orlando snorted. "Do you know how much that would chafe?"
"Mmm..." The wordless murmur sent a shiver up Orlando's spine, and he bit his lip. Karl was an ocean away, and all he had to do was breathe to have Orlando hard and aching.
"So, um," he said, then paused, swallowing hard. "You saved all of them?"
"All of them," Karl said, and Orlando closed his eyes. "They're gonna make excellent wank material until you can model that for me in person."
"Model..." Oh, bloody hell...
"Eyeliner included."
"Karl..."
"I'll be in L.A. day after tomorrow. Bring the pants, love. And lube. We'll need it."
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Date: 2009-03-29 10:38 pm (UTC)Re: RPS, JDM/Jensen, Spanking
Date: 2009-04-01 02:41 pm (UTC)Re: RPS, JDM/Jensen, Spanking
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