Tuesday! - Pushing Boundaries

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I'm still canadiangoddess and I'm still your guest host for the week. And hey, I managed to get this post up a little earlier than yesterday. Sorry to all the East Coasters and folks from outside of North America...I live in Vancouver and this is as early as I get my ass up.

Today's theme is Pushing Boundaries! Social, Physical, Geographical...push the limits of whatever catches your fancy.

And the rules one more time –

No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date.

If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.

Respect our code monkeys, and follow the standard format with your prompts. Such as:

Leverage, Eliot/Parker, "two places at once I'll buy, but it's impossible to be in three"

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, there are more things in Heaven and earth than are dreamed of in your philosophy


Don't forget the Lonely Prompts if there's nothing here that interests you today!

Ready...and...GO!!

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[canadiangoddess.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Parker, "two places at once I'll buy, but it's impossible to be in three"

[canadiangoddess.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, there are more things in Heaven and earth than are dreamed of in your philosophy

[amathela.livejournal.com]

Greek, author's choice, A very memorable Kappa Tau (or Omega Chi, or ZBZ) event. Which is saying something.

[amathela.livejournal.com]

Wizards Of Waverly Place, Justin/Alex, it's amazing what people will believe

Insect

[hamimifk.livejournal.com]

When Jake walks into Alex's room and sees his sister on her knees in front of Justin, he's confused. He can't see exactly what's she doing, but the panic look on Justin's face is enough to tell him it must be something bad.

"What's Alex doing?" He asks, shifting to get a better view.

"STOP right there!" Justin shouts, scaring the younger boy. "Don't move."

Max freezes instantly, panicking. "What is it?"

"There's a deadly insect crawling around on the floor somewhere. Alex and I were looking for it. If you move too fast, it'll jump up and bite you. It's poison will kill you quickly unless someone sucks it out." Justin explained quickly.

"Is that what Alex's doing? Oh my god, you got bit! Justin! Don't die!" Max exclaimed, getting teary eyed.

"I'm okay. Alex got to it in time and she almost has it out. Now, if you don't want to get bit too, I suggest you back up nice and slow through the door."

Max nodded in understanding and stepped back out slowly.

"Be sure to close the door and don't come back in until we tell you it's safe." Justin instructed.

"O-okay, Justin. Just don't die." Max said as he reached for the doorknob.

"I'll be just fine. Don't you worry, now go before it escapes!"

Fleeing, Max slammed the door shut and bolted to the safety of his room, entering it slowly just in case... Meanwhile, back in Justin's room, Alex rolled her eyes at her brother.

"Seriously, it's amazing what people will believe." She said before going back to sucking her brother off.

[amathela.livejournal.com]

Better Off Ted, Ted/Veronica, pushing the boundaries of science

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"Here, Ted, have some coffee," she said with an unusually pleasant smile.

"Thanks, Veronica. So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"We've developed a drug that allows men to have sex for 12 hours straight."

"Is that um, safe?"

"Adorable as usual, Ted. But really, the grapevine says that we're about to get a government memo that forbids us from testing it. Some bureaucratic rule or something."

"You mean the law about not willfully endangering the lives of others?"

"Yeah. But right now it's just hearsay. So if we get a test in before the memo comes, and the man survives, then we'll have grounds to appeal the decision."

"You can't do that!"

"We believe in pushing the boundaries of science, Ted. Don't you care about helping all those poor pathetic men, some of whom can't have sex for more than 10 or 11 hours?"

Ted chose to ignore that question and told her "I won't be a part of this."

"You are a part of this, Ted."

"What?"

"It was in your coffee. Thank you for volunteering to be a test subject."

"I didn't -- you can't -- why me?"

"Because nobody else but me was willing to partner with a 12-hour man. As usual, I am burdened with the responsibilities that only the greatest of leaders share. And since we've already done it, I figure you were the best choice to take the drug."

"But you can't just give me a drug that makes me have sex with you!"

"Don't be silly, Ted. The drug just makes you able to have sex for 12 hours. I myself will be the one to make you have sex."

"And how exactly do you intend to do that?"

She looked at him, confused that he would ask such a silly and stupid question, and said, "I'm going to take my clothes off and tell you that you're allowed to have sex with me."

"That's not going to-" Ted trailed off as Veronica stripped, revealing what he could only describe as the greatest lingerie ever made.

After three times - once on her desk and twice on the floor - Ted said, "Enough! I'm sorry, but I don't think the drug works, Veronica. I couldn't possibly go again."

Veronica nodded, business-like, and put her blouse back on. As she buttoned it she looked at his exhausted form and said, "Aw, don't feel bad, Ted. You did extraordinarily well for someone in the placebo group."

[maerhys.livejournal.com]

Numb3rs, Don/Charlie, let me in

Numb3rs, Don/Charlie, let me in

[devon99.livejournal.com]

He won’t let me in. Won’t touch me, won’t even look at me, at least not how I want him too. In the cold light of day it hit him hard and all the shields and barriers flew back up. His eyes were locked on my hip, wide with shame and guilt when he saw his fingerprints bruised into my skin, and then nothing…

Nothing at all.

He could barely talk to me.

How can I go back to what we were?

How?

I know the taste of his tongue, hungering in my mouth, the heat of his hands slip-sliding on my stomach. I can count the beat of his heart in my head; can hear him telling me he loved me, over and over as he pushed into me again and again.

So how can I go back?

We threw caution, sense, everything to the wind and I don’t regret a minute of it, but God help me, I wish I’d never gone home with him last night.

I think I've lost my brother.

~

[amathela.livejournal.com]

Wizards Of Waverly Place, Justin/Alex, not exactly sibling-like behaviour

Not Quite Right

[hamimifk.livejournal.com]

(Bah, just a little drabble.)
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There was nothing that needed to be said for the moment. One second they been hitting each other with sofa pillows, trying to rip each other's heads off. The next second, they were half sprawled on the floor and sofa, kissing and touching things they shouldn't be. As Justin moved to take off Alex's shirt, he tried not remember that this was his little sister. As Alex reaches for his pants zipper, Justin can't help but think there's something not exactly sibling like in this. Then there's lips on his little guy and he sort of forgets why he was even wondering that.

What he doesn't know is that Alex isn't thinking about any of that. Instead she's imagining he is Dean and only sees him as someone to perfect her techniques on so she can better seduce Dean.

[amathela.livejournal.com]

Wizards Of Waverly Place, Justin/Alex, she pushes until he finally snaps

Do It

[hamimifk.livejournal.com]

"Do it." She says.

"No." He says.

"Do it." She repeats.

"No." He repeats.

This back and forth goes on for a while, neither side willing to give in. Alex smiles, making Justin quirk his eyebrow. It's never good when she smiles. A wiggle of the hips sends a jolt through his body, making him buck slightly. He composes himself and pulls away, only to feel soft hands on his forearms, caressing him lightly. It works to send electric tingles through his body, making him buck slightly again.

"I won't do it." He says, clenching his jaw even as he knows he's already on his way out.

She wiggles her hips again, sweat drips down Justin's neck.

"If you don't, I'll finish this myself." Alex threatens.

"You can't do that!"

"Wanna bet?"

Alex reaches her hand out and Justin quickly grabs her wrist to stop her from venturing any further. Her fingers wiggle playful in the air as if still reaching for their goal. He scowls and shakes his head. Her other hand reaches out and he lets go of the first one to grab it, his other hand preoccupied.

"Can't you play fair for once?" He asks.

The brunette smirks and he knows the answer. With a roll of his eyes, he concedes angrily.

"Fine! I'll do it!"

Justin reached for the distant red circle, his arm giving out under him as he tried to stretch acrobatically for it. His sister wiggles her hips against him again and he falters and smashes down to the floor. Next to him, Alex laughs out loud.

"Dammit! I hate playing Twister with you!"

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(Oh innuendo, how I love thee! lmao)

[aravistarkheena.livejournal.com]

DCU; Tim Drake/Cissie King-Jones; Trying to get Tim to communicate or talk about his feelings.

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

"Tim?"

"Yeah, Ciss?" Tim didn't look up from the Bat-computer as he talked.

"I'm really glad you're back, but it seems like something's wrong. You haven't talked much."

"This isn't a social call, Ciss. I'm back in Gotham because I need the Bat-computer's resources."

"Is...there anything I can help with? I mean, you did call me."

"I called you because you're one of the only people left who hasn't lost my trust recently. I figured you'd want to know."

Cissie smiled at that last comment. Even as distant as he was, it felt good to know that Tim still felt that way about her.

"But the less you know..." Tim added. "The safer you are. This isn't the kind of stuff you bring partners in on."

"What kind of stuff? It's not like you told me anything about what happened in Europe."

"No, I didn't."

Cissie rolled her eyes. Tim was infuriating sometimes. And that stupid cowl...she couldn't even see his face. She couldn't even read him.

Without thinking, she reached out and snatched the back of the cowl, pulling it back.

"Ciss! What the hell - "

"I want to see your face, Tim. Is that too much to ask?"

Cissie pulled the cowl back and Tim turned around. God, she thought, he looked so much older than the last time she'd seen him. Whatever happened to him in Europe, it was obviously an incredibly intense experience. She leaned in and gave him a long, passionate kiss, a non-verbal way of letting him know it was over. Tim may not have been good with verbal communication, but she was fine with non-verbal too.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

RPS/SPN, evil!Father Morgan/Father Ewan/evil!John, threshhold

[aravistarkheena.livejournal.com]

DCU; Tim Drake (Red Robin II)/Kon-El (Superboy); "I'm pretty sure your Ducati cannot, actually, break the space-time continuum, Wonder Boy."

No fic but...

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

...that's what you think, Kon. >.>;; I'm sure Tim would make his Ducati do it just for spite. XD

[aravistarkheena.livejournal.com]

Star Wars; Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi/Padawan Quinlan Vos; Learning how to use/control Quinlan's psychometric powers.

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Pyro/Iceman, Bobby tries to make St.John admit he loves him

[clachnaben]

Tonight, Bobby is breaking all the rules.

1. Don't say "I love you", no matter how far gone you may be.

This is rule number one and Bobby is hesitant because he doesn't want to lose John. "I love you" he whispers against John's neck as he shudders through his orgasm. John twitches violently but doesn't say a thing. Bobby counts that as a victory.

2. No visible marks.

John is very good with his hands and Bobby is trying desperately not to make any noise as John slides his hand oh-so-slowly along his cock. Suddenly, John does the thing with the twist and the pull and Bobby bites purposefully down on John's shoulder. It really isn't his fault that Jubilee heard him shout.

...

15. John will never, ever say "I love you" back.

Bobby is breathing quietly. He's pushed his luck tonight but honestly he doesn't care. John can torch his homework in the morning or melt the shower feeds but he really, really doesn't care. With his face buried in John's shoulder and everything smelling like sex, he's enjoyed tonight far too much to care that he's broken every rule and pushed every boundary out as far as it will go. He's tired, sweaty and sore in all the right places and it can't be that bad because John's letting him sleep in his bed. He's dozing off, just slowly at the edge of sleep when he feels the buzz of John's speech though his shoulder.
"I love you Bobby." John sounds resigned and tired but Bobby puts it down to the sex. Those four words will bury themselves deep in Bobby's gut and they will always be with him. They keep him strong when everyone else is falling apart and steady when everyone else is shaking. St.John loves him. Really, it's all that matters.

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Castiel/Dean, "I put myself between you and gravity." (Elizabeth Knox)

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Pyro/Iceman, Bobby and St.John of two different dimensions meet

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

‚So, we’re friends in your universe?‘
‚Aren’t we in yours?‘ Bobby asked back.
‚We barely know each other. I’m probably not in the Brotherhood of we’re friends.‘
‚No, you are.‘
‚And we’re still friends?‘
‚Thanks to Magneto and the Professor the Brotherhood and the X-Men are getting along pretty good.‘
‚Is Mags still married to Rogue?‘
‚Rogue?!‘ Bobby couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
‚Yeah, Rogue, Mystique’s foster daughter, Magneto’s wife.‘
‚I know Rogue, we’r friends, but she hates Magneto and Mystique. She’s close to Logan, though.‘
‚Logan? Seriously, not Remy?‘
‚No, Remy’s close to Logan, too. And to you. I think he’s your ex-boyfriend.‘
‚Remy LeBeau, my exboyfriend, man your world’s weird. Who’s my current boyfriend? Mister Sinister?‘
‚No.‘ Bobby blushed slightly: ‚That would be me.‘
‚Oh.‘

[demonlord-dean.livejournal.com]

Glee, Kurt/Puck, "What do you mean by Puck also has a good side? Are you kidding me?!"

my first time writing glee, hope you like it!

[araine.livejournal.com]

“What do you mean Puck also has a good side? Are you kidding me?!”

“Look, he might be a jerk, but come on, I was a jerk, too. And he’s my best friend.”

It should have been pretty straightforward. Finn had earlier invited Kurt to come hang out – no big deal, just some Halo and junk food. He had accepted immediately – any chance to be around Finn was something close to the highlight of Finn’s day.

Wow, how pathetic was he?

Still, he had stopped by Finn’s house that fateful Friday afternoon, only to find that Puck – Finn’s best friend, and Kurt’s constant tormentor – was there too. Kurt had immediately dragged Finn to the kitchen.

“Somehow, I don’t believe you.”

“Come on, just give him a chance.”

Kurt crosses his arms and stares Finn down. He isn’t ready to believe him just yet. Finn is a good guy – but somehow, Kurt thinks that he is trying much too hard to combine oil and water. Glee kids and football jocks did not mix. It just doesn’t happen.

“Look, I’ll owe you… a new jacket or a math paper or something,” Finn says, desperately.

Oh, bribery. Like he can be swayed by something so petty…

Alright, who is he kidding? He can very much be swayed. Kurt lets out an annoyed sigh.

“Fine. You owe me an Armani shawl collar blazer.”

Finn winces and Kurt feels a little bad. Still, a hundred-dollar jacket has to be worth the torment he’s about to face. He heads back into the living room, and tosses a bag of Doritos to Puck, who is already gleefully shooting away at aliens.

Maybe I can just ignore him for the next few hours, Kurt things, as he takes up the second controller and jumps in on the game.

That plan of action proves impossible, however, when they make a food run to the local Wendy’s. Kurt plugs his iPod into the car stereo (at Finn’s request), and starts singing along like he usually does when he’s driving.

To his surprise, he’s not alone. And it is not Finn’s voice that is harmonizing with his so easily.

“You like Lady Gaga?” Kurt asks.

Puck smirks from the backseat, and leans forward. He isn’t wearing his seatbelt, and Kurt immediately slows his car down. He doesn’t want to get anyone killed.

“She’s pretty good,” Puck says, casually taking Kurt’s iPod. He begins to scroll through the artists. “You mind if I pick the next song?”

“Go ahead,” Kurt says, more dumbstruck than anything.

“You have pretty good taste in music.”

The compliment, for some strange reason, makes Kurt feel warm, somewhere deep inside his chest.

The next Monday, Puck hands Kurt a blank CD. Kurt stares at him in confusion for a moment, before Puck explains, “It’s just a bunch of songs I like. I thought it’d be cool to swap music.”

Kurt skips third period, and merely sits in his car listening all the way through the CD. He knows maybe half of the songs, and finds about a half-dozen more that he really likes.

That night, he spends an hour and a half organizing a playlist of his own favorites.

[pesha.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Supernatural, Eliot/Dean, no chick-flick moments allowed...

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Ronon, test of strength

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SG1/SGA, Cam/John, trying something new

SG1/SGA, Cam/John, trying something new

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

Fifteen minutes after Cam and John first met John was on his knees in the men's room sucking Cam off. Five minutes into their second encounter found the two of them naked in the supply closet on level twenty three becoming up close and personal with geological supplies in ways neither of them had ever expected. Their seventh get together was supposed to be dinner at a local steak house, but they never made it out of the bedroom.

"John," Cam finally said one day, pausing with his hand on the doorknob to the VIP bedroom that he'd arranged to 'borrow' for an hour. "Do you want to keep doing this?"

John raised an eyebrow, a bit confused. "Having sex with you? Yes, of course."

"No, I mean. It's been three years of whatever this," he pointed from John back to himself, "is. And, don't get me wrong, the sex. Well, it's nothing short of mind blowing. Especially that thing you do with your tongue. But." He kept his eyes on the door, his voice soft but hopeful. "Don't you want something more?"

"You mean, dating? Some sort of actual conversation other than 'oh, yeah' and 'harder, John, harder'? Maybe even catch a movie or something?"

"Yeah," Cam said, the slightest blush creeping over his face.

"Thought you'd never ask," John replied, pressing up against Cam and leaning in for a long, slow kiss. "But, you mind we put it off for another twenty minutes or so? We did book the room after all."

"I think that'll be just fine." Cam opened the door and slapped John playfully on the ass. "Show me what you got, flyboy."

[pesha.livejournal.com]

RPS, Christian Kane/Jensen Ackles, What's a little roleplay between friends?

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

Veronica Mars, Logan/Veronica, Truth or dare

[pesha.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John/Dean, incest

Supernatural, John/Dean, incest

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

John loved Dean. And not in the "he's my son, and I'm so proud of the man he's becoming" kind of way. More along the lines of the "how to be a sick bastard and run out of town by an angry mob" sort of way. It was wrong. Absolutely and completely, in every way possible, utterly wrong. Dean was his son. But he couldn't help himself.

He kept his feelings to himself, jerking off in the bathroom whenever it got to be too much. He figured his desires, his lust for his son, would wane as the boy grew older, as his manhood blossomed.

But it didn't.

Then came that day, that fateful day, when two weeks after Dean's 18th birthday John got well and truly smashed. So drunk that he needed Dean's help just to make it from the bar to the car.

"I got you, dad," Dean said, slinging John's arm over his shoulder and balancing as much of his weight he could.

"Y'r sush a good boy, Dean. My boy. Love my boy," John blurted out, the drink having loosened his tongue.

Dean crinkled his forehead. "I. I love you too, dad."

"No. Don' understand," John tried to explain as Dean propped him up against the Impala while fumbling to unlock the passenger side door. "I. Love. You." Then he leaned over, grabbed Dean's face with both hands, and kissed him full on the lips.

"Dad, wha-" but whatever protest Dean was going to make was silenced by the kiss and swallowed by the involuntary moan that followed.

"My Dean." John slipped a hand behind Dean's head, grabbing the short hair at the back of his neck and pulled him close. "My gorgeous Dean. Wanted to do this f' so long." His other hand ran down Dean's back, stopping to palm his ass, pressing their bodies together, grinding his erection up against... up against... up against. What the hell, Dean was as hard as he was?

"It's okay, dad," Dean murmured in his ear. "Been wanting to do this myself for ages." And then Dean pushed him back, pinning John between the Impala and himself. "Gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit for a week. What do you think about that, old man?"

John swallowed heavily, the flush of arousal already rising. "Think you better drive pretty damn fast."

"I can do that," Dean said, pulling open John's door and running around to the driver's side. "I sure as hell can do that."

[pesha.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison, "Why do I have to be in the middle?"

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

Veronica Mars, Lilly/Veronica, more than just a kiss between friends

[dreamer-marie.livejournal.com]

Lilly was sprawled on her bed, pretending to be sleeping off her drunkenness in an undignified position. In fact, she was reliving the party and secretly grinning into her pillow.

Yeah, her parents were pissed and everybody was grounded. So what? It had been one hell of a party, and if her parents knew what fun even was, they would understand how futile their so-called punishments were. Lilly was completely unrepentant.

She'd kissed a girl. Not just any girl, either. She'd kissed Veronica. Everybody had thought she'd done it to titillate Logan, and yes, it had been partly the point, but it hadn't been the whole point. She had expected being rebuffed, of course, but beneath her fear of what people might think or say, what had Veronica felt?

She cursed how conservative her best friend could be. How could Lilly explain to her that she longed to experiment with her? How could she explain that she wanted more than earnest discussions of the latest sex tips in Cosmo?

But Lilly wasn't the kind to despair, or pine for long. She'd find a way to convince Veronica. She'd find a way to make her understand that whatever anybody else thought was completely unimportant. One of these days, they'd have more than just a kiss between friends.

But the only important thing was to have fun.

[pesha.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/any, phone call from Hell (literally)