Wednesday -- Inebriation & Intoxication

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Hey guys! Sorry about the delay yesterday, and thanks to havenward for stepping in.

Today's theme is Inebriation & Intoxication... So get your favorite characters drunk, high, or otherwise incapacitated, and send them off to play! XD

Please be kind to the Code Monkeys and remember the posting format: Your Fandom or Crossover, Your Pairing, Your prompt. One prompt per comment.

Examples:

RPS, Gerard Way/Frank Iero, Last call

Queer As Folk, Brian/Michael, Drunk dialing

More than one writer can respond to a prompt. You may leave more than one prompt, and you can answer your own prompts.

Comments

[justapieceofme.livejournal.com]

RPS, Gerard Way/Frank Iero, Last call

[jemzamia.livejournal.com]

The distant roar of the crowd goes unheard, along with the persistent knocking on the dressing room door. The doorknob rattles frantically as someone tries to open it from the other side but it proves fruitless; the door locked firmly shut.

They've been building to this moment for what seems like forever; the last day, the last show, the last call of the tour. Fuelled purely by adrenaline, they are deaf to the world; the only sounds gracing their ears are each other's whispers, pants and moans. How they ended up like this was all a blur of frantic limbs and discarded clothes. The only thing that mattered was their skin plastered together, inked on top of pale, tingling with friction as they pulled and jerked and thrust, desperate for that millimetre of extra contact.

The intensity rose, surging through them, powering each thrust faster, harder and deeper. This couldn't have waited till after the show. Not at all. They had denied this too long, waiting for the right moment, time, place, or whatever feeble excuse they had decided to hide behind. Yet now it was just a hair's breath away. That single moment of pure bliss and ecstasy.

Now only the crowd was waiting.

[justapieceofme.livejournal.com]

Queer As Folk, Brian/Michael, Drunk dialing

[alldunn.livejournal.com]

"Mickey's drunk!"

"So are you."

"Yeah, but I'm always drunk. You know what we need to do?" A hand sneaks into Michael's front pants pocket and fishes around. MIchael freezes,trying to not twitch into the press of that hand. Brain pulls his hand out, triumphant. "Call Ben."

"Brian!"

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"Not again." Daniel groans, even as he pulls Cameron back into his embrace.

"Again?" Cameron asks, breathing heavy, eyes blinking. Their kiss is heated, soft lips parting, tongues slipping casually over one another as though this were normal, as if they've done this a thousand times before.

"Again." Daniel breathes into Cameron's mouth as they part enough to breathe, his hands moving to Cam's belt.

"First time." Cameron murmurs, licking his way down to Daniel's chest.

Daniel isn't sure if he means the kissing, or that it's Daniel or that Daniel's a guy or the whole crazy alien sex plant thing, and for a small minute that actually stops him. Cam whimpers when Daniel pulls away and a strange coldness fills him so Daniel lets Cameron drag them toward the blanket where they'd been laying out artifacts, and before he can figure his way through the confusion, he's on his back, his BDUs around his knees, Cameron's mouth on his cock.

"Oh...yeah..." Daniel fumbles to get Cameron's cock out, opens his mouth and is rewarded with a whimpering moan and a strong suction when he finally gets it into him.

He hopes this is one of the faster acting pollens, the effects fast to hit, fast to leave, so they could get through this, take the antihistamines to prevent relapse and get the job done. Not like that time on PX3-978, where he and Jack--Cameron's mouth is hotter than Jack's and Daniel's cock seems to like it a whole lot, coming quickly. Daniel works harder on Cameron's, rolling him to the blanket and sucking until he feels the salty splash of come.

He falls to the side, panting. "Again?" Cameron asks as he sits up.

Daniel nods, counts. "At least four times."

"Don't know about four." Cameron responds and Daniel looks up to find that despite having come, Cameron's cock is still very hard and from the way he's fisting it, this isn't one of those quick pollens after all.

Daniel looks down at his own, wonders briefly why he's not ready for more just as fast, but Cameron's already pawing at him. Daniel sighs and fishes in a pocket before kicking his pants off completely and handing Cameron the condom. He holds up the pillow pack of lube too and Cameron grins.

"First time." Cameron says again, rolling on the condom, and again, Daniel isn't sure which he means as he rolls over and waits for Cameron to figure it all out.

[jade-starlight.livejournal.com]

They'd probably tell themselves later that it was just the adrenaline. Just that sudden rush when you realized that you were still alive and the other guy wasn't, that you'd managed to do the impossible.

But for the moment they didn't care why. All that mattered was Cameron's body pressing Daniel against the wall, the slick tangle of tongues as they each tried to fuck the other's mouth, the hot arousal that was coursing through them.

And if it happened again the next time the almost died, well, they could blame it on the adrenaline.

[draco-somnians.livejournal.com]

Jack handed him a glass and Daniel protested instantly, "I don't like whisky."

Jack's dark eyes bored into him, the intense look he hasn't seemed to be able to escape for the last few days tinged with something else tonight; something Daniel can't quite put his finger on. He’d followed Jack home without even needing to be asked, knowing that Jack needed company tonight, if only to stop him drinking himself stupid.

Jack downed his drink in one and poured himself another. “It’s an acquired taste, you’ll get used to it.” He raised his glass, clinked it against Daniel’s, but this time took a smaller sip of the amber liquid, letting it warm on his tongue before swallowing.

Daniel sighed and took a sip, wincing a little at the unfamiliar taste, licking his lips with a frown. He felt the burn of alcohol on his tongue, flowing down his throat and into his chest, warming as it travelled through his body. Jack stepped closer, watching as Daniel drank some more, not wincing this time and keeping his eyes on Jack’s.

Before the last drops of single malt had made their way to the back of his throat, Jack’s tongue was in his mouth, his hand grasping the back of his neck to hold him still as Jack kissed him forcefully. He kissed back, almost overwhelmed by the heady blend of the smoky aftertaste, the lingering spices and Jack.

When Daniel finally pulled back, breathing hard, he took another sip of his drink and his eyes fixed on Jack’s as he savoured the taste in his mouth. “Yeah, I think I could get used to that.”

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"General O'Neill rocks!" John exclaimed.

"Yeah. General O'Neill is the best general ever," Cam replied. "When I grow up, I want to be a general like him."

Together they stumbled up the sidewalk of Cam's house. Somehow they managed to get door opened and they waved at the SUV sitting out on the road. The airman at the wheel waved back and drove off to return more of his slightly-tipsy and/or falling-down-drunk superiors to their homes.

"Shoes off!" Cam said when John started to wobble across the living room. "No shoes inside! It's a rule!" He tried to take his own sneakers off and nearly fell over. He saw John collapse onto the couch and start fumbling with his shoelaces; Cam decided he had the right idea and joined him.

"I think," Cam said once his shoes were safely off and tossed in the direction of the door, "that I may explode."

"Explode?" John blinked. "What, like a tumor?"

"Huh?"

"What?"

"What what?"

"Huh?"

Cam sighed and carefully explained, "I ate too much."

"Oh." John shrugged and leered at him. "I could make you explode in other ways."

"What?"

"You know. Explode. In a gooey way."

"John. If something's exploding, you're doing it wrong. If you're talking about what I think you are."

"It's a, what'd you call it?"

"Euphonium."

"That doesn't sound right."

"'s probably not." Cam thought about it. "Bedroom?"

John nodded. "Bedroom."

Supporting each other, they got up and headed down the hall to the bedroom. It was an epic trip, full of danger equal to any that they had faced going through the gate, but they arrived intact. Cam tried to undress and fold up his clothes neatly like he usually did, but it was rather harder than normal and the end result was John being naked before Cam had even finished getting his shirt off.

"This is just like you, you know," Cam said as John fumbled Cam's zipper. "Get you some alcohol and next thing I know you're naked and trying strip me."

"You're exaggerating,"John said.

"Am not. Happens every time."

"Like, three times max."

"Which is every time I've ever seen you actually get drunk. You're totally a whatcha call it."

"Two beer queer?"

"'Xactly."

"Naw." John finally got Cam's pants off and he tugged him towards the bed. "I'm a one-man queer. Drinks' are just a coincidence."

"Cool," Cam said as they fell down onto the mattress. They started to kiss and stroke and rub against each other. The results were unexpected.

"Huh," John said. "That's different."

"I swear, this has never happened before."

"I think we had too much to drink."

"Yeah."

"Wanna just cuddle?"

"Sure."

And so they curled up together, and when two minutes later they fell asleep, they were both too drunk to complain about the other snoring loudly.

Am I Getting Any Prettier?

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Jack tipped the glass all the way back, foam chasing amber liquid until it was gone. He slammed it hard onto the bar with all the grace of a man whose third sheet blew away in the wind quite some time ago, and let out a belch so moist with brew that it caused the three pretty coeds, already a few bar stools down, to simply vacate the vicinity for a table. Daniel lifted his head from the bar and tried to focus in Jack's general direction.

"So," Jack began. "Am I getting any prettier?"

Daniel dropped his head back down to the bar with a groan. "No. Not this again," he protested. "Why do you always ask me this stuff?"

Jack abruptly sat up straighter. "Yes. This. Again," he said airily. "And you were the one who said there would have to be," he air fingered quotation marks, "'a whole lot of liquor involved' before I'd start to look pretty." He slouched back down and motioned to the bartender for a refill.

"Usually, Jack, the beer goggles are on the eyes of the beholder. And this whole argument begs the question, why the hell do you want to look pretty anyway?" One bleary bloodshot eye peered over his folded arms at Jack, both accusing and inquisitive.

Jack frowned and looked away, fidgeting with his coaster, thinning his lips. The penny dropped. Daniel dropped his face back into his arms and started to shake. A short sobbing sound escaped him before Jack began to look alarmed, glancing around the bar to see that they were unobserved. He hesitantly reached out to touch Daniel's back.

"Uh, Daniel? You ok?"

Daniel dropped his arm to his leg, bracing his drunken self as he rolled onto the other arm to face Jack, tears running down his face, choking with laughter.

"You're pissed because I said it in front of Sam and Janet," he said, laughing helplessly. "You know they don't think any less of you. The wine on PX3-768 was drugged. You had no control over that."

"Well, the Captain Kirk comments didn't help. I didn't even know you watched that sci fi crap!" Jack's angry face was beginning to crack, a wry grin making a run for it. "Just wait 'til we get to the planet with the green dancing girls, you said. A girl at every gate, you said. Jack O'Neill, spreading the seeds of diplomacy throughout the universe" The facade busted and Jack began to laugh.

*****************************************************

Emily Satterfield poked the red head on her left and pointed up at the bar. "What's up with grandpa and the cute geek?"

"Who knows. I do not ever want to get that sloppy drunk though!" She glanced at her watch. "Hey, we've got to get back to the Academy or we'll be late for our squadron meeting. They're gonna talk about career field dream sheets tonight."

Emily glanced back at the two men as she walked towards the door. She could have sworn the "cute geek" winked at her.

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Heroes, Adam/Hiro, the heroes-for-hire cantina

Heroes, Adam/future!Hiro, the heroes-for-hire cantina

[the]

Hiro had long ago learned to blend into shadow. They are the best camouflage, after all: abundant everywhere and utterly overlooked. If your eyes are dark enough you can all but become it; no one ever notices you.

It is an especially useful skill in places accustomed to shadow, such as the crowded bar he’s just materialised in. Neon tubes shaped to form letters and logos illuminate the sweat on peoples’ faces and outline their silhouettes on the floor. Hiro can tell at a glance which of them are evolved and which are not: in establishments like this, people with abilities conduct themselves with confidence, and those without – those looking to hire – fold in on themselves for fear of becoming examples of Darwinism.

Some of them discuss their business openly, almost proudly, while others prefer their secrecy. Darkly clothed and alone, he attracts no attention, as he keeps his eyes on a blond man hunched in a bar stool. He fiddles with one shotglass, half a dozen others lined in front of him like a firing squad.

Adam Monroe. In an hour, Daphne Millbrook, Ando Masahashi, and a younger Hiro Nakamura will walk in off the street like lost children – and before the night is out, the indestructible man will be dead.

Hiro would like to say goodbye. He would like to apologise one last time. He would like to say that Yaeko loved him, while meaning that his neglected, carp-faced little underling had loved him before realising how many different kinds of love there are. He would like to cut off his head just to take the honour away from Arthur Petrelli, the undeserving parasite. There are plenty of things he would like to do, but the shadows cling to him like shackles, so he only watches as Adam spends the last hours of his long life in the most honest manner he is still capable of.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Matt/Mohinder, beer vs. wine

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Peter/Nathan, pot smoking

Light It Up (Heroes, Peter/Nathan, pot smoking)

[speccygeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

"You're going to narc on me. I can tell." Peter didn't seem to care that Nathan had walked into his apartment with the key he'd given him for emergencies. The only emergency right now was that he'd run out of juice and didn't feel like getting up to refill his glass.

"Peter. I'm a lawyer. You could blow smoke in a cop's face and I could probably get you off." Nathan toed off his shoes at the door and loosened his tie as he walked over to the couch, nudging Peter over with his knee. "Why'd you text me if you didn't want me to come here?"

"I want you here," Peter said, looking hurt, "I just thought you'd knock before you came in, and I'd have time to finish this."

"Well now that I'm here, you might as well share." Nathan plucked the pipe out of his brother's unresisting hand, tilting it slightly. "You actually have a pipe shaped like a fish."

"It was a birthday present." Peter passed him the lighter, watching with heavy but enthralled eyes as strait-laced, upright Nathan, the veteran, the lawyer, the golden boy of the family, took a long drag from his pipe and exhaled smoothly. "You do this a lot?"

"Nah. Nicer than cigars, though."

"Mm." The pipe had been nearly spent, but Peter packed the bowl again and settled against Nathan's side. "You know why I wanted you to come over," he said softly, "I haven't seen you in weeks."

"We've both been busy," Nathan protested, "It's not my fault." Before Peter could retort, Nathan hit the pipe and turned to catch Peter's mouth, exhaling smoke with a hint of tic-tacs into his brother's lungs. "Let's not argue."

"I won't." Peter ignored the pipe Nathan offered in favor of a chance to suck on Nathan's throat, scratchy with five o'clock shadow and bitter with the last gasp of his aftershave. "No fighting..."

"Good." Contemplating the pipe in his hand, Nathan toked up one more time before setting it carefully away and pulling Peter into his arms. It had been a long time since he'd been baked while getting laid, and something told him that Peter was going to far exceed those distant memories.

For now, though, they lay together on the couch, kissing and rocking their hips together like stoned high-schoolers, all caught up in the buzz and in each other.

[gigerisgod.livejournal.com]

sorry. it turned out too long, so it's posted here (http://gigerisgod.livejournal.com/125076.html).

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Sylar/Mohinder, fumes in the lab

[takhallus.livejournal.com]

Sylar’s eyes darted from Mohinder’s to the emergency phone on the wall of the Pinehearst Lab. There were long, brown fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons until Mohinder got frustrated and sent them popping off, skittering across the lab floor and leaving Sylar panting as he flicked fingers through his chest hair.

“I want you, and I’m going to have you, right here. Right now.” Mohinder bit at Sylar’s neck as he tried to hold him back. “Don’t fight it, I know it’s what you want.”

“Mohinder, I came to tell you there was a gas leak in here. I have now given you this information – do you feel well enough to make this decision?” Sylar gave it his best business-like tone although the pitch of his voice was slightly raised due to the insistent hand now grabbing at his crotch. In answer to his question Mohinder growled, licking a stripe up his neck and ripping his pants open as he threw him across a work bench.

Mohinder straddled him, stripping off his shirt and smiling at Sylar’s reaction to his physicality. “You like this? I don’t spend all my time looking through microscopes you know. Touch me. You want to don’t you?”

Sylar moved a shaking hand over Mohinder’s tight abs, hardening as the man started to dry hump him. “Oh yes, okay, let’s do it…Just…” Sylar had no idea what ‘it’ was but he was quite prepared to improvise.

“Mmm,” Mohinder sprawled across him, head on his shoulder. “You’re very soft. You’re all…watery, like a lake that I….I might just sleep here for a while. Goodnight mother.”

“No, no, come on Mohinder…you’re fine, you’re….” Sylar rolled his eyes, pulling the emergency phone to him with telekinesis. “Yes, security. I need you to come and get Dr Suresh from Lab 6 and take him to the infirmary again.” He hurled the handset into the wall and went about extricating himself from Mohinder. A few more weeks and he would get the oxygen to gas ratio right. If Mohinder didn’t die of asphyxiation by then.

[fyere.livejournal.com]

Bwahaha, that's a good prompt...

*

Another mission, another planet, another weird airborne aphrodisiac. The aliens had promised them the effects would wear off in a day or so. Apparently, Daniel either slightly mistranslated some of what they were saying, or those aliens are just big fat liars.

Jerking off doesn't work so well. Depending on your definition of 'well', that is. Daniel goes to bed that night with a bottle of hand lotion and a towel and comes, and comes, and comes again, until his arm is aching and his fingers are all pruney and his cock is raw from the friction and still hard. Across town, Cameron stands in his shower until the hot water is gone and his legs give out on him, upon which he sits down in the tub, hard, and gives a surprisingly frustrated yell for a man who's just had four orgasms in the span of an hour and a half.

Needless to say, they both call in sick the next day.

Cam then calls his casual girlfriend of the moment, who has the morning off and is only too happy to come and help him out. She's even happier four hours later, but despite all the good endorphins which should be rushing through his system, Cam is far from happy himself. Daniel, meanwhile, calls Sam, who is sweetly understanding about the whole situation. The sex is great, but his problem is still not solved, despite a good bit of creativity on both their parts.

They call in sick again the day after. Landry has apparently read the mission report, because he doesn't ask questions.

The phone rings when Daniel is lying on his bed with a pillow over his face, trying to will himself to sleep. That, or just suffocate. "Mmph," he growls into the mouthpiece, by way of greeting.

"Jackson," rasps Cam, as he lies stomach-down on his couch, grinding his clothed hips uninterestedly and fruitlessly into the cushions. Daniel sounds about as tired and cranky as he feels. "I'm assuming you're still -"

"Yeah," sighs Daniel, tossing his pillow to the floor in frustration. "This is insane. Those guys said the effects would begin to fade after the first few orgasms and be entirely gone within forty hours or so. I don't see any...fading."

Cam feels a little relieved. At least he isn't the only one in this boat. "Me, neither. Hey, um - you wouldn't wanna...get together? I mean, since we're both...we might as well..."

"Yeah," Daniel says quickly. At this point, he's pretty much up for anything...pun not intended. "Your place, or mine?" He looks down at his tented sweatpants, not looking forward to the prospect of going out in public.

Neither is Cam. He peeks out his window at the busy street. "Coin toss? Do you trust me?"

"Yes. As long as you don't cheat."

Cam loses. He shows up at Daniel's apartment door fifteen minutes later, wearing a long coat with no shirt on underneath - hey, it's August. Fifteen minutes and twenty seconds later, they're tangled together naked on Daniel's bed, and for something that should be extremely weird, it isn't weird at all, except for the alien sex drug thing. In fact, it's not only not weird, it's amazing - amazing enough that ten minutes later Daniel's next-door neighbor bangs on the bedroom wall in annoyance. Too caught up in the throes of orgasms number twenty-eight and thirty, respectively, they ignore him, and proceed to ignore him for the next six hours. He gets a respite when Cam and Daniel finally go miraculously and peacefully to sleep, sated for the first time in three days.

The next morning, after another remedial session just in case, they both call in sick again. Cam lifts the blankets and peeks underneath, then smiles. "I think we found the cure."

"Uh-huh," yawns Daniel, snuggling into Cam's side. "I never want to have another orgasm again."

"Me, neither." Cam stretches. He aches all over. "So, sleep, then more sex?"

"No - sleep, then food, then more sex. You know how many calories we've burned in the last few days?"

"Good point."

[speccygeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Sylar/Luke, teenage pot use and bullshit statistics

[takhallus.livejournal.com]

“What is this?”

Luke swallowed as he saw Sylar looming in the doorway, before he remembered that he wasn’t his mom. “It’s mine, give it back.”

“Do you know what this does to you?” Sylar shook the bag menacingly. “It can make you schizophrenic. You’ll hear voices and get a split personality.”

“Yeah okay Gabriel, I’m sure you’d know all about that right?” Luke grabbed at the bag and winced as Sylar clipped him on the ear.

“Don’t back chat me Luke, this is a gateway drug. You take one puff of this and you’ll be onto all kinds. Coke, Snow, Charlie….”

“They’re all the same drug, narc. Look you don’t know what you’re talking about do you? Have you ever even tried it?”

“I don’t need to try it to know it’s bad, okay?” Sylar blushed a little, aware that his cool points were rapidly diminishing. “How about we flush this and go to bed? I’ve got things I can do to you that will totally blow your mind.” He bounced his eyebrows and pulled Luke by the hand into the bedroom.

Luke grinned. Okay so the oregano had worked, now he needed something that looked like coke and maybe he could get Sylar to let him top….

[speccygeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Noah/Sandra, a good occasion for champagne

married het porn? how conservative.

[cruiscin-lan.livejournal.com]

Sandra popped open a bottle of Korbel in anticipation, or celebration, or both. Claire was off to one of her cheerleader friend's sleepovers, and Lyle was at camp for the week. Tonight Noah was returning from some sort of paper salesman conference (she never could fathom why the paper business required so much travel) and they would have the house to themselves for the first time in a long time. She hadn't meant to start before Noah arrived, but she absently poured herself one glass after another as she impatiently waited for him to get back, and before she knew it, half the bottle was gone.

Sandra was, admittedly, a pretty loopy kind of lady to begin with, and champagne only made her loopier. Taking off her clothes to answer the door seemed like a great idea when the doorbell rang.

Noah agreed. He dropped his luggage in the threshold as he raised his hands to his wife's neck and pulled her closer to him, and she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him deeply. As their tongues darted playfully in and out of each others' mouths, Sandra unfastened her husband's belt and tie, peeling away his clothing on article at a time. Before long he was wearing nothing but his black socks and glasses.

They didn't even make it out of the foyer before they found themselves writhing on the floor, the cool tile doing nothing to dampen the heat between them. Sandra pushed Noah onto his back and straddled him.

"Is it my birthday?" Noah asked, grinning as he clasped his hands around his wife's waist.

Sandra smiled wickedly in return, placing her hands on his shoulders to help keep her balance as she thrust and grinded on top of him. "No," she told him, "just a good occasion for champagne."

[speccygeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Matt/Mohinder, too much cold medicine

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Heroes, Ando/Hiro, psychadelics

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SGA, John/Teyla, Ruus wine

Hang Overs

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

John woke up with one hell of a hang over. His head felt like it was going to throb and fall completely off. He whimpered and turned over, rubbing into a warm body. Scared out of his wits he turned over and got on one arm. He sat up just enough to see who it was. It was just Teyla.

He relaxed for a moment before panicking. He sat straight up, taking the blanket with him and exposing Teyla's topless form. He got a good look before he covered them up. He looked down and realized he was naked too. Oh god had they slept together?

"Teyla," he said softly and nudged her shoulder. She woke up and instantly grabbed her head. She groaned.

"What happened?" she asked slowly coming down to her senses and realizing she was naked, and he was naked. Her eyes went wide and he shrugged.

"I'm not sure. Do you think we?" he asked motioning with his hands.

"I don't know," she said her eyes scrunching up.

"You two," came a bombing voice from the door and than opened it, "I'd take it you both aren't used to our special Ruus wine. You gave a great strip teased before you passed out. Hope you don't mind the joined bed, you won't stop cuddling in your sleep." The man started laughing as he sat down their clothing and finally left the room.

"I guess that means we didn't," Teyla said still red faced.

"Nope," John said and paused for a moment before adding, "I know I'm likely to get hit for it. But part of me kind of disappointed. I mean I always hoped you and me...least once, maybe something more. Although I'd prefer to remember it."

"Me too," Teyla said and put a hand over her mouth. Talk about opening a can of worms.

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Heroes, Mohinder/Adam, appletinis

Heroes, Mohinder/Adam, appletinis

[ladywilde80.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry this isn't better! But this prompt was too good to pass up. *hearts*

Mohinder wasn’t sure at this point how many drinks it had taken to get him from point A to point B but he figured it must have been a lot. Point A had been a nice upscale bar in downtown Manhattan, where he had decided against his better judgment to meet Adam for a few drinks and some conversation. Point B however was flat on his back in some dark hotel room with Adam on top of him, fucking him quite satisfactorily into the very expensive mattress underneath.
Mohinder was just starting to return to his senses, as the room behind Adam’s thrusting shoulder started to come into focus as well as the dreamy, blissful look on Adam’s face as he rocked into him, moaning Mohinder’s name over and over again.
It was Mohinder’s first instinct to push him off, his head still cloudy from far too many martinis - the sweet taste of the apple and the bitter of the vodka still on his tongue even as Adam moved to kiss him. Mohinder kissed him back, after all, they were already in bed together, he might as well go with it and enjoy himself.
“You feel so good,” Adam mumbled into his lips, as he sprouted every clichéd phrase ever spoken in the heat of such things. “You’re so tight, so perfect…”
It was on the tip of Mohinder’s tongue to tell him to shut up but somehow he managed to quell the urge, as he arched up and clawed Adam’s back up a bit; getting into it.
This seemed to spur Adam on, who just a minute ago was starting to wonder if he was not indeed fucking the very fuckable Mohinder Suresh but a store dummy that had been left in his place.
“Oh fuck,” Mohinder groaned, as Adam hit the right spot inside him, making white light flash behind Mohinder’s eyes. This may not have been a total mistake after all, Mohinder decided, as he started to feel his climax build.
“Oh yes, yes, oh…” Adam moaned as he threw his head back and came, long and hard, collapsing on top of Mohinder, who was now hard as a rock, still drunk, and horny as hell.
Mohinder laid there for a few seconds, getting his breath back, and thinking that if Adam was any sort of gentleman he could expect a blow job in return for being such a good sport.
But then Mohinder heard it, the unmistakable sounds of someone snoring.
Adam was passed out and drooling on his shoulder, fast asleep.
Mohinder hissed sharply in irritation as he rolled Adam off him and left him, stark naked in the middle of the bed, happily fucked into oblivion.
“Bastard,” Mohinder murmured as he weaved around the room, still inebriated as he hunted around for his clothes and dressed to leave.
Once he was dressed, Mohinder stood and watched Adam for a moment before he marched over to the desk and found some hotel stationary and a pen and scrawled out a furious note.

Adam,

Next time you get me drunk, please at least have the presence of mind to finish what you started. That was the worst fuck I’ve ever had and that is even including the time I was almost killed and stapled to a ceiling.

- Mohinder.

[aurilly.livejournal.com]

Lost/Heroes crossover, Boone/Mohinder, Locke's homemade psychadelic drug paste

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CSI, Nick/Greg, at a club

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

"Y'know," Greg shouted, then hiccupped, swaying against the bar as Nick looked over. "He'll be back. Gris-Grissom can't stan' it, loves th'lab too much."

"You're drunk," Nick laughed, reaching out to catch Nick as he swayed again.

"No' drunk," Greg insisted, then flashed Nick an owlish smile. "Jus' feelin' good."

"Drunk," Nick repeated. He wrapped a steadying arm around Greg's waist, pulled him from the bar. Greg didn't even attempt to resist as Nick led him through the crowd around the dance floor; he just leaned against Nick, keeping up a steady stream of drunken babble that had Nick grinning.

Then they were outside, and the cold, desert night air slapped them in the face. Greg still leaned, still babbled, but there was a little more coherency to it. A few more steps took them around the corner, and Nick had no time to react as Greg twisted in his grip and slammed him against the wall.

Brick dug into his back, cool through his shirt, and Nick opened his mouth to protest. But Greg was there, lips warm and firm on Nick's, tongue sneaking in to slide over Nick's in a wet glide. The way Greg rubbed against him left no doubt that he was enjoying the kiss.

As Nick's hands came up to fist Greg's hair, he was a little surprised to realize he was enjoying it just as much.

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Numb3rs, Charlie/Colby, celebration

Numb3rs, Charlie/Colby, celebration

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"Cheers!"

They clinked their champagne glasses around and drank deep, Charlie sealing it with an enthusiastic kiss on Colby's lips.

"Well then!" Alan said. "I guess the wedding planning is back on!"

"Yes!" Colby enthused. "Alan, I would be happy to hire you back on as our wedding planner."

"Not that you wouldn't be doing it anyway," Charlie teased. "Hey, I was thinking maybe we shouldn't have the ceremony in the backyard. We should go somewhere big and splashy - something that will look impressive in the photographs for years to come."

"Hey all..." Don walked in the door and took in the champagne glasses. "What's the occasion?"

"Prop 8 has finally died the fiery death it deserved," Colby explained.

Charlie handed his brother a glass of champagne. "Gay marriage is now legal in California!"

Don raised his glass.

"I'll drink to that!"

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Numb3rs, Don/Coop, undercover

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Leverage, Werewolf!Eliot/Nate, pain meds

Re: Pain meds, Leverage, werewolf!Eliot/Nate

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It is, Nathan thinks, pretty fucking adorable when Eliot’s injured enough to voluntarily take pain meds. Not, of course, that he’d ever tell Eliot – or anyone else – that, or that Eliot being injured was adorable. But Eliot high? Yeah.

They’re in Nathan’s living room because Eliot had whispered that he couldn’t be trusted on pain meds and there was no way in hell Nathan was leaving him alone after Eliot had actually admitted it, fingers clenched in Nathan’s shirt as the doctor had stitched him up and wiped away the blood from the scarily-huge gash across his stomach. Nathan’s sitting on the couch, upright in the corner, and Eliot is sprawled out, taking up far more space than one man could ever need.

His head’s in Nathan’s lap, hair loose and fanned out over his thighs because apparently high-Eliot didn’t like his hair tied back. High-Eliot also didn’t like Nathan not-touching him for more than a few seconds, which is where the pretty fucking adorable bit came in, especially after Eliot had draped himself over Nathan’s shoulders, whining in the back of his throat slightly when Nathan had carried on talking to Sophie and the doctor instead of instantly paying attention to him.

“Eliot,” Nathan says, and can’t quite keep the fond smile off his face when Eliot looks up at him, pupils dilated with the meds until there’s only a faint ring of colour around them that’s more gold than blue. “Come on – if you’re going to fall asleep then you do it on the bed.”

Eliot just blinks at him, forehead furrowed just a little bit as he tries to work through that order.

Nathan sighs. He would gladly stay on the couch, but it’s never been the most comfortable piece of furniture, and his legs are already starting to go numb.

“Come on, bed,” he orders, helping Eliot to sit up, and isn’t surprised when Eliot turns and attaches himself to Nathan’s side.

“Where?” Eliot asks.

“Bed, I told you,” Nathan repeats, staggering a little as he helps Eliot to his feet.

Eventually he manages to get Eliot stripped down to his boxers and lying on his back in the bed, pulling just the sheet up and wary of accidentally knocking the bandaged section of Eliot’s waist. Eliot whines again, reaching for him, and Nathan goes gladly, kicking off his shoes before curling around Eliot as much as he can.

“Hurts,” Eliot mutters, gripping Nathan’s arm, but he’s already had enough painkillers and it’s going to be three hours before he can take anymore. Nathan pushes up against Eliot carefully, licks the mark on his throat and Eliot subsides into the bed when he nips at the skin. “Nate,” he breathes out on a sigh, and Nathan lays his hand flat on Eliot’s chest, feeling the thump-thump of his heart.

“Sleep,” he reminds Eliot, and Eliot growls a little, turning his head so that they end up nose to nose. Nathan leans in, brushing his lips over Eliot’s in a quick kiss and then, finally, Eliot closes his eyes, going lax almost immediately. Nathan stays awake, watching Eliot while he sleeps because in three hours he’s going to have to wake the other man up, and he’s determined he’s not going to forget.

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RPS, Chris/Steve, whiskey dick

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"What did you just call me?" He laughed, even as he fell back onto the couch, pants undone, the bottle still loosely in his hand.

"You 'eard me." Steve said, words all slurry from the weed and the whiskey and the fact that neither of them has slept in nearly twenty-four hours.

"Can't get it up when you're drunk."

"I can't?" Chris asks, looking down at his now very up cock and shaking his head. "Hate to break it to you darling, but I'm ready, willing and able."

"Not." Steve insists, grabbing at the bottle. The whiskey sloshes out as Steve tries to drink, spilling down over Chris' cock. Steve follows it, licking his lips, then cock, sucking Chris in until Chris can't help but yell. "Whiskey dick."