Monday - Pinch Hitting

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So, I'm not sure what's happened this morning, but I wouldn't want all of you just staring at a blank screen! So here I am, friendly neighborhood mod jumping in to pinch hit.

I'm feeling very much like I'd rather I was still at home in bed, so let's make today's theme "In the Bedroom"...pretty much anything can happen as long as it takes place in the bedroom...or on a bed (even if that's a bed in a showroom somewhere).

Remember to follow the rules (no more than 5 prompts in a row, 3 per fandom) and format your prompts as follows.

Leverage, Eliot & Parker (or Eliot/Parker), bed jumping
Leverage/Criminal Minds, Eliot Spencer/Spencer Reid, not letting you out of this room until you talk to me
Supernatural, wee!Sam & wee!Dean, under the bed

Have fun!

Comments

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot & Parker (or Eliot/Parker), bed jumping

[alldunn.livejournal.com]

Eliot was deep into a good dream of fighting the good fight and winning. It was a new dream for him, one he enjoyed. Unlike some of the others he's had over the year. But then something happened. Every time he tried to block or kick, he was jostled and it screwed up his rhythm, his dream.

Eliot awoke with a jolt. Literally. Parker was on the bed with him, jumping. "Parker," he growled, voice gruffer with sleep. "What are you doing?"

"Jumping." He should have seen that one coming. Had he been more awake, he might have but he had just some off a 24 hour stint of surveillance. He was not rebounding as quickly as he wanted. He was getting soft and jostled.

"Why are you jumping on the bed?"

She paused and stated at Eliot like he was the one being silly. "I don't want to get pregnant." Even for Parker logic, that made no sense. Apparently adjusting to her incomprehensibility, she continued. "You have to jump the get the spermy worms out. The bed gives me better lift."

That was just wrong and way more than he needed to know. He rolled from his side to his back, taking him closer to the edge. He got no further than that when Parked landed on him, straddling his hips. "I'm ready for sex, now." She did not bother pulling Eliots boxers down, just slipped him through the slit and sank onto his awakening cock. "Figured I'd jump first, that way they don't even get up there in the first place." She started rocking her hips in a way that made Eliot not care what Parker logic said. This was a damn fine way to wake up.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Criminal Minds, Eliot Spencer/Spencer Reid, not letting you out of this room until you talk to me

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, wee!Sam & wee!Dean, under the bed

[weesta.livejournal.com]

It was pretty clear in Sam’s mind that nothing good could come from under the bed. Daddy got very annoyed when toys and clothes went under the bed, and he grumbled about dirty floors and nasty carpets when he had to retrieve them. And, like any kid, Sam had an innate understanding about rules involving exactly when and where to jump off the bed to avoid being touched by anything that might be hiding down there. Daddy took monsters under the bed very seriously, so Sam didn’t have to worry much about that.

It wasn’t until the winter when they stayed with Uncle Bobby that Sam understood the wonder of actually being under the bed. He had been fighting a cold, but Dean had been sick for much longer. Daddy was working so he left them with Uncle Bobby. It was a real treat to be home with Dean, especially once he was feeling better, and the best place to be was under the bed.

The bunk bed that Sam shared with Dean had a high platform for the lower bunk. Beneath the beds was a place of wonder. It was so much more fun to read a book or plan adventures or play Go Fish in the cave-fort that Dean made. Uncle Bobby let them scrounge as many flashlights as they could find, and Dean even changed some bulbs so they had colored light. Sometimes they didn’t even talk – Sam drew pirate maps and Dean read comic books. One or two nights, with the winds of a storm howling outside, Sam and Dean crawled under the bed and huddled together listening; Sam felt safe, secure and warm. That was best of all.

[snarky-kat.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, the mysterious 5 little monkeys

[rocketgirl2.livejournal.com]

No fic, but a lot of icon love. :3

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, locked in a suspiciously stocked bedroom

[cloudy-fic.livejournal.com]

cwrps, Jeff/Jensen, bed shopping

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

They're in the middle of IKEA when Jeff says, out of the blue, "I want it to have slats."

"Are you serious?" Jensen scrubs a hand over his face. "All right, dude, c'mon. You want a big bed, no not that one, like we're gonna be able to fit a king in that tiny-ass bedroom of yours, and now--"

Circling Jensen's wrist with one big hand, shackling him, Jeff crowds into Jensen's space a little. His eyes are smoky-dark as his voice. "I want slats," he repeats, and squeezes Jensen's wrist for emphasis.

"Oh." Jensen swallows. "Yeah. Slats."

[rivermud.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot & Parker, pillow fight

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Bit long so here's the link. Pillow Fight (http://dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com/30851.html)

[cloudy-fic.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, the first time they actually sleep together

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason Todd/Dick Grayson, "Why is your bed so much better than mine?"

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

FMA, Edward Elric/Ling Yao, beds in Xing

[rivermud.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam, Dean & Castiel, the practicalities (or lack there of) of bed making

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Dick/Babs/Dinah, what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Batman/Oracle, behind closed doors

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, Tim riding him in bed

...I blame finding this delicious looking prompt (http://community.livejournal.com/dc_kink/491.html?thread=417515#t417515).

Comment Fic: This; Tim/Jay; NC-17

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Title: This
Pairing: Tim/Jay
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex and Jay's dirty, dirty mouth.

This

Jason Todd was not given to thinking things were beautiful. He had more important things to do than admire what most people would consider conventional beauty. Art bored him, flowers were just weeds meant to be stepped on, and sparkling stars had never, ever impressed him.

Despite Bruce's best efforts, and those of his school teachers and tutors, Jason had never been 'cultured'. He had never been interested in poetry or architecture or anything like that. He had never acknowledged, or appreciated, 'beauty'.

Until now.

Now he knew what beauty was and it wasn't about art or flowers.

This was beauty. If this was what the poets wrote about, the artists drew, the flowers attempted to surpass or what the stars strove emulate then Jason would be a true believer.

This was fucking beauty.

Nothing else came close. No Venus fucking De Milo. No goddamned cloud nebulous. Not a single rose or a field of wild flowers could make Jason feel like this.

Only Tim could.

Timothy Drake was poetry in motion.

He rode Jason as if everything he had depended on each grind of his hips and flex of his thighs. His hands braced against Jason chest, fingers clawing with desperate pleasure and mouth gasping each time Jason's erection drove home deep inside of him. Every fiber of Tim's being sought out every ounce of pleasure Jason could coax from him and Jason Todd was more than happy to give him just what he wanted.

Jason couldn't help himself.

Timothy Drake was art.

With Tim's back arched and his body straining, sweat glistened off his pale skin and he was porcelain and he was perfect. Tim's head was thrown back, his neck exposed and his scar, the scar that Jason had give him, stood out like a brand of ownership. A pink, solid line across that smooth throat.

Tim's chest heaved and his eyes were hazy with sex and need. The sweat made his hair stick to his forehead and the sounds he made as he rode Jason, hard and hot and constant, were absolutely obscene and utterly maddening.

This was beauty.

This.

This taste of what true perfection could feel like. This was what men fought for. This was what men stole for. This was what men threw their lives away seeking.

This was what Jason Todd had, here, impaled on his cock, cursing his name and demanding more with each grit of his teeth and flash of his eyes.

Jason had found beauty and, like many men before him, he would never let it go.

Even if it killed him.

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason/Tim, "My bed or yours?"

[saavikam77.livejournal.com]

Nipping at the soft skin just above the collar of Tim's costume, Jason whispered, "My bed or yours?"

Tim turned just enough to eye him sideways, an eyebrow raised and one corner of his mouth curled up. "Which is closer?"

A low chuckle escaped him. "I like the way you think, Baby Bird."

"It's probably you rubbing off on me."

"Well, I'd like to be."

"Obviously." And with that, he shot off a zip line. Jay's newly-cleaned apartment was just twelve blocks north.

* * *

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

DCU/Marvel, Jason Todd/ Bucky Barnes, difficult to actually make it to the bedroom

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, "Dean, the bed feels cold without you."

[cloudy-fic.livejournal.com]

When Dean wakes up in the morning, his arms are full of completely zonked out not-quite-angel. He remembers falling asleep with one hand circling Castiel's wrist and his forehead leaning against Castiel's shoulder, but sometime during the night they must have shifted. Now Castiel is pushing Dean into the mattress with his body weight and his face is pressed into Dean's neck. The very first sensation Dean registers is heat. There isn't an inch of their still naked bodies that aren't touching under the thick quilt and it feels like a sauna.

A nice kinda sauna is Dean's first thought with words.

Still, nice or not, Dean really needs the bathroom and to stretch muscles that have apparently been restricted by Castiel's immovable form for several hours. So, as delicately as possible, Dean slides sideways, shifting out from under Castiel. He earns a grunt of displeasure for his effort.

"Sorry, Cas," he murmurs and after dropping a kiss on Castiel's head, he makes his way to the bathroom. Now that he's awake and already in the bathroom, Dean decides he's probably disgusting enough to warrant a shower. He makes it a quick one and after it's finished, he doesn't bother redressing before stepping back into the bedroom.

Castiel is awake and sitting up, the quilt covering him from the waist down. He is frowning at Dean's side of the bed in apparent confusion.

"You ok?" Dean asks.

"The bed feels cold without you in it," Castiel answers and he sounds so truly bemused that Dean can't help, but laugh.

"Yeah, what'd you think? We were making a lot of heat under there," he says. Castiel's gaze moves to Dean, flickering up his body to his face.

"Yes, but my body heat should be more than sufficient to keep me warm," he explains. "But when I woke up and you were not here, it felt terribly cold."

"I don't think that's a body heat problem," Dean says. There may have been a time in his past when he would have scoffed at such a romantic notion, but it seems that romance only makes sense to those in love. At least that's true for Dean because he thinks he kinda understands why Castiel might find it lonely to wake up by himself.

"Then what?" Castiel asks.

Dean lifts up the covers and slides back under, tugging Castiel back into his arms. Castiel comes willingly and drapes himself across Dean. Warmth seeps into Dean's bones, making him realize how cold he'd been as well.

"This," Dean answers and kisses Castiel. "Better?"

Castiel melts into Dean's side and sighs.

"Yes, I prefer this. Don't leave the bed anymore."

Dean laughs.

"Alright."

[cloudy-fic.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, tucking the kids into bed (oh the schmooop!)

SPN, Dean/Castiel, tucking the kids into bed (oh the schmooop!)

[momma-66.livejournal.com]

Dean put his hands on his hips and adopted the 'stern' face. "In that bed, now, John Winchester."

The thirty month old boy blinked up at Dean, rubbing one blue eye with his pudgy fist. "No," he muttered, stamping his foot.

"You're gonna get in bed with your sister before I c-"

"I don't want Johnny to sleep with me!"

Dean turned to the five year old with impatience. "Not. Right. Now. Ashley."

"Don't wanna s'eep with Ash'e!" John cried, running to Castiel to bury his face in the angel's knees. "Wanna s'eep with Daddy!"

Dean grumbled, "but Papa wants to sleep with Daddy."

Castiel patted the toddler's head and scooped him up. "Now, John, you can't sleep with Papa and me every night."

"Wanna to," he sniffed.

Ashley huffed and threw back her covers, "get in bed Johnny." She huffed, again, and pouted. Dean had to hide his grin. She was going to be such a handful in a couple of years.

Castiel made plane noises 'flying' John over to the bed before gently placing him beside Ashley. He kissed John's forehead, then Ashley's. "Goodnight, my angels," he whispered, brushing their hair from their eyes. "Sleep tight."

Dean ruffled John's hair and earned himself a glare from Castiel. He leaned down and gave each child a kiss, "night babes. Holler if an-" Dean was cut off by Castiel's sharp elbow. Fine, right, he wasn't suppose to meantion any 'monsters' or other 'bumps-in-the-night.' The kiddos weren't to know about those things...for now.

Dean pulled the blanket up to their chins. "See you in the morning."

"Pancake breakfast?" Ashley asked, hopefully.

"Definitely, baby girl," Dean promised with a smile.

Castiel shut the door and they made their way down the small, short hall. Dean knocked, then poked his head into Patricia's room. "Get to bed, soon."

"Gotcha Dad." The tween barely flicked her eyes up from her phone, finger's flying over the buttons.

"Goodnight," Castiel said, smiling.

"Night Pops!" She called with a little wave.

Dean groaned, "hope she can shoot as fast as she texts one day."

Castiel glared, "they will not be shooting anything, ever."

Dean waved his hand. "Family tradition, Cas. They gotta learn eventually." They went into their own room.

Castiel was turning the bed down. "Sam will be here tomorrow?"

"After dinner, if the job he's working gets done." Dean couldn't keep the worry out of his voice.

Castiel put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Jo and him are doing just fine. She is a strong partner."

"Yeah, but-"

"They need you more than Sam," Castiel cut him off.

Dean nodded his head and pushed Castiel into the bed. "I know they do... I miss it, sometimes."

Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean and laid his head on Dean's chest. "I know...as do I, sometimes."

"When they're older we'll find local jobs."

"Maybe when Patricia's older," Castiel said carefully.

Dean grinned, "yeah, maybe then."

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

Arthurian lit, Lancelot/Gawain, the sick bed

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

‚Hey.‘ Lancelot said when he entered Gawain’s chamber.
‚Hey.‘ Came the weak reply from the bed. Gawain lay down with fever for days now but none oft he doctors or wise women knew where it came from. Fortunately his condition hadn’t worsened but it also hadn’t improved no matter what either of them had done.
‚You look dreadful.‘ Lancelot said when he sat down on a chair next to the bed. His warm fingers found Gawain’s clammy one’s and held on fast.
‚You don’t look so good yourself.‘ Gawain replied and spoke the truth. Lancelot had been hunting with Gawain’s brother Agravaine when the message had come from Camelot that Gawain was ill and Lancelot had nearly killed his horse and himself in his urgency to return to Camelot. But he wouldn’t tell Gawain that:
‚Your brother snores. I didn’t sleep through the night once.‘ Gawain laughed at that.
‚I warned you.‘ He said.
‚You need to get better soon. I’m only ever going to go hunting with you, no one else.‘

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author's choice, author's choice, getting dressed in the dark

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[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Parker/Alec, getting dressed in the dark

As a child, Parker had learned to dress in the dark. The more you hid yourself, the less they could hurt you.

After seven years together, Alec still waited for her to dress and leave the room before he turned on the light. He knew it had nothing to do with him. Some hurts you just don't get over.

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

Arthurian lit, Lancelot/Gawain, the fun that can be had in a bedroom

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House, House/Wilson, silk ties and bed posts

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

Cameron tentatively pushed the door open to Wilson's apartment. It was true that House had given her a key and asked her to retrieve a journal from his room. It was also true that this was House, and one couldn't discount the possibility that this was some sort of trap to lure the unwary.

Still the apartment seemed quiet and orderly, and she made her way down the hallway towards House's room. The journal was laying on the bedside table, just as he had described it and she gathered it up and turned to go.

A flash of colour caught the corner of her eye and she turned back. There, tied around the bed post was a tie. As she stared blankly at it she had a flash of recognition. That was one of Wilson's ties, one House had many times made particular fun out of. Once she saw one tie she saw the others, around each bedpost was one of Wilson's ties.

She couldn't help her mind forming images. Wilson tied down with his own ties, House moving on top of him, licking his way down his body, teasing him...Or, House tied down, Wilson having him at his mercy, maybe another tie stuffed into House's mouth, silencing him. She stretched out a hand and felt the tie, the material was slightly wet to her touch and she jerked back. She stuffed the journal in her bag and rushed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her and trying to think of anything else but her boss and his best friend going at it like rabbits.

When Wilson came into their bedroom that night he frowned at his ties tied around the bedposts.

"House, why are my ties here? " He fussed at the knot on one. "You've ruined them, the materials all stretched out..."

House grinned at him.

"Cameron is beginning to think I'm her new best friend and started confiding her troubles to me. I just gave her a little something to think about."

Wilson glared at him.

"We weren't going to tell anyone yet House."

"Oh, relax. She doesn't know whether I'm just playing with her or whether we really are doing mad sex games in here every night. Until she gets over this she won't be bothering me for a while."

Wilson kept fingering the material, his eyes darting from the ties to where House lay stretched out on the bed, arms and legs splayed. They'd never actually used anything like this, but they were here now, and House was there, and...

"It isn't going to be half as fun if I have to tie them around my wrists myself Wilson." House snapped at him finally. "Stop dithering like an old woman and get to it."

Wilson grinned.

Wilson got to it.

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

SGA, Sheppard/McKay, first time in a bed that is far too small

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

House, House/Wilson, articles of clothing under the bed

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

Sherlock Holmes, Holmes/Watson, the clue in the bedroom closet