Saturday Free For All

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Here it is folks!

Today is opening day and it is a Free For All Saturday!

Any fandom, any pairing/grouping, any prompt. From sweet to kinky and everything in between.

Please remember to format your prompt properly:

For single fandom: Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: Supernatural, Sam/Dean, cozy

For a Crossover: Fandom/Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: Stargate Atlantis/Leverage, Ronon/Eliot, blood and bruises

Are you ready? Go Forth and commit Porn!

Comments

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, cozy

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

It's cozy in the Impala. The heat on low while they sit in an abandoned parking lot, the back seat laid flat so they can both fit, naked and rocking together, slow and easy. Like there isn't a demon war raging on outside. Like the apocalypse isn't coming. Sam breathes Dean's name like he's praying, for the first time in nearly a year. Dean lets out a low rumble of a moan in answer, hand sliding down to wrap around Sam's cock. He calls him a big boy, baby brother, and Sam laughs and calls him disgusting, even as he moans and thrusts into Dean's hand.

When they come, everything else goes away. It's only them in their car, their home.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis/Leverage, Ronon/Eliot, blood and bruises

[kelly-girl.livejournal.com]

Eliot's knee hits the ground and blood flies out of his mouth. The guy's fighting style is impossibly simple and at the same time complex. He doesn't recognize it and so he can't work around it.

He gets back up, his chin lifting in reluctant respect and the guy smiles like he's just been taking a stroll in the park.

His eyes flicker down Eliot's shirtless chest, lingering on bruises old and new.

"Ronon?"

Eliot turns and there's some wild haired guy standing next to a tree.

Ronon nods and turns back to Eliot. He won and he knows it and knows Eliot knows it. He looks like he can't wait to claim his prize. His voice makes Eliot hot in ways that have nothing to do with their fighting.

"See you around."

Eliot nods and watches them walk off. He limps back to his truck already anticipating their next meeting. There is something definitely strange going on around Cheyenne Mountain.

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Angel, Angelus/Lindsey, power

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

"You don't know power." Lindsey hears the "boy" that isn't on the end of that. Damn fucking vampire and his damn fucking condescending attitude.

Not that Lindsey can say that, not with the filthy rag in his mouth, not with his fists curtailed by the goddamn iron that's just keeping him stretched, muscles straining as icy fingers trail over Lindsey's heated skin.

"But I like you Lindsey...maybe I'll show you what power really is."

Lindsey groans around the gag as the vampire's hard cock shoves inside him. Angelus is not gentle, his fucking nearly as violent as his bite. Blood drips from his teeth as he whispers in Lindsey's ear. "You want it? Want to feel the power pumping through your veins? I can give it to you...make you like me...show you what evil really is."

Even evil the damn fang talks a lot...talks too much. Lindsey grunts and pushes back, tilts his head, offering his neck to say "Come on then, get on with it."

He never dreams Angelus actually will.

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

Leverage; Sophie/Parker; falling

[havenward.livejournal.com]

It's sort of like being on the zip line that first time. Strong hands and she's close, too close, grabbing, and her breath on Sophie's lips before the ground disappears and they're falling. Sophie's sure she can't breath, that she'll break when she hit's the bottom.

She hadn't counted on Parker's sense of control. The woman's mad as a hatter, to be sure, but everything she does is precise. Everything she does is careful.

Sophie never would have imagined she would be gentle...

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Bones, Hodgins/Zack, King Of The Lab

[healingmirth]

(this doesn't have anything to do with King of the Lab-worthy figuring something out, 'cause this interpretation got stuck in my brain - sorry!
also, is too long by half - the full version is here

Hodgins breaks the late-night silence of the lab to ask, "You know what I miss?" and Zack doesn't look up from the debrided bone fragments that he's sorting out on the table in front of him. It's likely that this question, while not rhetorical in the strictest sense, still does not require an answer. Hodgins frequently has these conversations with himself to break the monotony of identification on their less pressing investigations.

As expected, he continues in the absence of any encouragement. "Having sex in the lab," Hodgins answers himself.

Zack suppresses his horror and embarrassment to evaluate whether this is the start of a conversation, or an attempt to rile him up. In either case, it's best to respond in an offhand and casual manner. "That seems... likely to result in contamination of the evidence," is what he comes up with.

"Nah, not real labs. College though, and grad school? I was like a god! All those idiots in intro labs, desperate for help on their 'experiments' - very grateful, if you get my drift."

There's a long pause, and Zack returns his full attention to the bone fragments. "Shit, man, I totally would though. Some of this equipment is hot." Zack hears the roll of Hodgins's chair as he pushes away from the desk. "Not just the equipment, either, the people, y'know? All that passion for the work, you gotta wonder what it's like to redirect it to another subject. Not to mention, y'know, the sexy librarian thing." Zack doesn't look up, determined to ignore Hodgins and his inappropriate ramblings unless he asks an actual question. Which he does, because probability to the contrary, the world seems to be conspiring against Zack.

"How about you, man," Hodgins continues. "Did you ever?"

With an internal sigh, Zack resigns himself to seeing this conversation through to its likely disturbing conclusion. "I always found the gender inequity in the sciences troubling. I never would have added to the power imbalance by extorting sexual favors in exchange for knowledge." Zack can feel his ears pinking, and hopes against reason that he'll find something to say to redirect Hodgins's attention to his work.

"So no TA nookie." Hodgins makes a clucking sound like he disapproves. "A shame, but not unexpected." The wheels of his chair squeak on the floor again, and he skids to a halt just before colliding with the table. "That doesn't mean never though." Zack doesn't respond, but he's sure now that his ears have moved from pink to red under the cover of his hair, and his neck is probably doing that blotchy thing. Hodgins lets out a hmmm and Zack can feel his scrutiny and a hint of his breath disturbing the air. "Or does it?" he continues, and now he's using his dreaded Idea voice, the one that always gets them in trouble.

on to the conclusion!

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

Bones/Leverage; Eliot/Booth; guns

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

"I said I didn't like guns." Eliot says, his voice low. "Not that I didn't know how to use them."

"But guns give you an advantage," Booth countered.

Eliot raised an eyebrow. "Do they?"

They stared at each other over the gun in question for a long moment before Eliot made the choice, made the decision to take this the next step.

He moved, each step precise, each movement perfectly on target and in 2 seconds the gun was emptied, on the floor across the room and Booth was against the wall, Eliot's hand on the back of his neck, Eliot's knee pressed up against his balls.

"Where's the advantage now?"

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Woohoo, comment porn!

RPS, Chris/Steve, snuggling

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Chris looked up at the sound of the door opening, soft smile on his face as he met Steve's eyes. He held his hand out and Steve quickly crossed the room to join him on the couch, wrapping the duvet around them both. He shivered, haddn't realised he was cold until the warmth of Steve's body was pressed against him.

Steve leaned in close, his head against Christian's chest and he lifted Christian's arm up then curled under it. He smiled when Christian took the hint, fingers running through his hair. "Couldn't sleep?" He asked softly, his eyes on the television, not Christian.

"Why aren't you in bed," Christian asked. ignoring Steve's question.

Stretching out along th length of the couch, Steve wriggled as he got comfy, his eyes sliding closed. "Woke up. You weren't there. Bed was empty and cold."

"Sorry." Christian dropped a kiss to the top of Steve's head, his arm tightening around him. His lips curved up into a smile as he felt Steve relaxing against him, breathing evening out as he slid into sleep once more.

[bellasianna.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John/Ellen, guilt

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

It isn't pity that brings him to her. It isn't grief that brings her to cling to him.

Their voices are low, muffled, though with the jukebox playing and a drunk poker game in the corner, no one would notice anyway. She holds the door closed with her body, shoved up against it, one leg over his shoulder as his whiskered face presses into her, his tongue delving into her folds.

He mumbles and the rumbling sound of it rides her, vibrates into her wetness...and she closes her eyes as his lips close around her clit, pulling lightly until she's rocking against his face.

It isn't love that brings him back, over and over. It isn't love that brings her to tug him up, hands on his zipper to free his cock.

She bites her lip to keep her groan inside as he pushes into her, pushes her up the door, his cock thick and hard. He voice is in her hair like fingers and the words don't matter as he rocks them into the door and she gasps, shuddering as she comes. He doesn't stop, and she holds his shoulders as he fucks her against the door of the storeroom...the same way he's done before...and she thinks maybe she should end it, send him away now...but as he comes inside her and they fall together, sweaty and breathless, she wonders if she's strong enough...

It isn't pity or grief or love. She gets herself back into her jeans, watches him tuck in and wipe his face, they don't talk exactly, they don't touch.

It's guilt that brings them to this...guilt over Bill...in all the ways that was true. She had her guilt, he had his...and this is what they made of it.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Jeff, teeth

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

Jeff's bitey. Chris doesn't know if it's the possessive thing or if he just likes seeing his marks on Chris's skin, but every fuckin' time their together, he's got his teeth digging into Chris's neck or belly or thighs, sometimes his ass, whatever. Chris ends up with bite marks and hickeys all over. The make up chicks on the Leverage set tell him he's gotta make his girl back off because he doesn't have time to sit in the chair and get each bite covered up. Chris just shrugs and grins wickedly.

He's not grinning when Jeff visits the set, though. Comes right up behind Chris's chair while he's watching Beth and Hodge banter, Tim watching a couple feet away, and buries his face in Chris's neck and nips gently.

"Hey, sweetheart," Jeff says, all low and smooth. Chris shivers, then turns and glares at him.

"Jeff," he says warningly. Jeff smirks at him, squeezes his shoulder, and straightens. The scene has stopped and everyone's staring.

Jeff waves. "Hey, everyone. I'm just gonna borrow my boy here for a bit, yeah?"

They nod and Jeff drags Chris off to his trailer. Chris struggles the whole way, snarling and spitting, before Jeff throws him down on the bed and is ripping his shirt apart, teeth dragging lines down his chest.

"Fuck, boy, saw you fightin' earlier. You were so damn fine, kickin' ass like that." Jeff bites low on his belly and holds there, smirking up at him.

Chris can't help but relax. "Fucker. Suck my dick while you're down there. I have another scene to do in an hour."

Jeff grins. "Hm, I dunno." He starts undoing Chris's jeans, nuzzling at where his stick is trying to bust through denim. "You think you deserve to have your dick sucked, boy?"

The growl Chris lets out conveys just how much he doesn't want to be fucked with. Jeff doesn't listen. Bitey, toppy fucking bastard. Chris is going to kick his ass later.

Instead, Jeff flips Chris over, yanks he jeans down, and starts licking and dragging teeth over Chris's hole, shoving his tongue in, then fingers, then his dick, all hard and thick and shit, Chris is going to be limping all over set for the rest of the day.

Jeff's teeth attack his shoulders, biting and sucking marks into them while he fucks Chris. Chris really doesn't try to hold back on his moans. He never does. There's no point, 'cause Jeff will just do something to force them out anyways.

He comes with a shout. Jeff pulls out and comes over his ass, then licks him clean, adding in more teeth. Chris is sore and sweaty. He feels fucking awesome.

Later, when he finally comes out, dressed and ready to head back to make up, Hodge is standing there, eyebrow raised.

"You got a thing," he says, gesturing at Chris's neck. Chris presses a finger down, feels the throb of a bruise. He winks at Hodge and moves on.

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Buffy, Willow/Buffy, bloodlust

[merihn.livejournal.com]

Her eyes flash black, her smile eerie below them, wicked and dangerous.

She walks like she's stalking prey, hips swaying hypnotically, drawing the gaze of everyone in the room. She stops in front of you, stands like a challenge, and you've faced worse than her, things more powerful than her but she still sends a shiver down your spine.

Her fingers caress your cheek, turning to trace a nail over your skin, down to curl around your chin, grasp tightening until you couldn't move even if you wanted to.

Her mouth covers yours firmly, her tongue sliding across your lip like she's asking for entrance, a complete contrast to her act. You can't help but let her in, and she deepens the kiss immediately, pulling you flush against her.

She's rough, domineering, and her teeth scrape your lip as she kisses you until she bites down, flooding your mouth with a metallic tang.

She licks your lips with relish before pulling away and smiling.

♥

[meredevachon]

RPS, Christian/Jensen, slow

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

This isn't how sex usually works between them. they're never slow and gentle, touching and loving; always fast, hard, panting, gasping, thrusting, animalistic pure-lust and need driven fucking.

So this, Jensen on his back, Christian between his legs, mouth on his chest and Jensen's hands tangled in his hair, Christian licking, nibbling, sucking and teasing... and they're both still in their jeans. No, this isnt them at all.

But then Christian's teeth scrap over hard nipple and Jensen's arching his chest up. Nope, not them at all. But, as Jensen grabs Christian and drags him up for a kiss; long, slow and lazy, Jensen can't quite bring himself to care.

[meredevachon]

Supernatural, Dean/Ellen, wait

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

"Now?"

"Not yet." Dean smiled, eyes tracking the course of the ice cube over taut nipples. He watched as Ellen writhed on the bed, hands clenching and unclenching in the sheets, evidence her patience was wearing thin.

The ice cube tracked lower, slid wetly over her stomach, and she whimpered. Dean just kept smiling. Her thighs relaxed, fell open, and the ice cube dipped even lower, slipping between her legs, rubbing along slick folds. Her heels dug into the bed, pushed up, and Dean laughed softly as he pressed the sliver of ice against her, into her, holding it between two fingers so he could feel her close around him, draw him deeper.

She gasped his name, arched up. He felt her body tighten as she came, and that was what it. Before she could relax, breathe, he moved over her and slid home in one smooth thrust.

"Now," he whispered, starting to move as she came again, crying out his name, nails digging into his shoulders. Some things were absolutely worth waiting for.

[meredevachon]

lotrips, Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean, breakfast

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

Drawn by the smell of fresh coffee, Sean stops in the kitchen doorway. He's mesmerized by the sight of Orlando, naked and stretched across the table, skin shiny and sticky looking as Karl bends over him, tongue tracing a line along Orlando's ribs. Karl's equally naked, a sight that Sean very much appreciates.

"Y'started without me," Sean grumbles, but his grown erection is evidence he's not upset.

"Sleeping," Orlando gasps, fingers clutching the edge of the table as Karl licks a path down his stomach.

"Selfish gits," Sean replies. He finally strolls in so he can get a better view of Karl's lips wrapping around Orlando's cock.

"C'mere," Orlando mumbles, fingers curling in the waistband of Sean's pajama bottoms and yanking. Sean goes willingly, cock springing free, as Orlando reaches for the half-empty bottle of pancake syrup by his hip.

[meredevachon]

lotrips, Viggo/Sean, pictures

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

"Hold still," Viggo murmurs, and the camera whirs beneath his fingers.

Sean frowns, but doesn't move. "You done?" he asks, body tightening as Viggo lifts his head, pins Sean with piercing blue eyes.

"Not yet," and Viggo smiles that dark, wicked smile he has that gets Sean harder than anything else does.

"Can think of better things to be doing," Sean mutters, muscles twitching as he tries to ignore the ache building in his groin. "Seeing how we're both naked and all."

"Shh." The camera whirs again, and Sean bites back a curse.

Then an idea pops into his head. Viggo wants nude photos of Sean? Well, Sean will just give him nude photos. Graphic ones. The camera stops whirring roughly five seconds after Sean wraps his hand around his cock and starts to stroke it, knees splayed out to give Viggo a completely unhindered view.

[meredevachon]

leverage, Nate/Sophie/Eliot, tangled

[blueswan9.livejournal.com]

Sophie had Eliot pinned to the wall, leaning so close, almost touching. From behind his desk, Nate watched. Sophie doesn't lack balls; her eyes met Eliot's, she was calm and serene.

"Eliot, darling, just a taste; you can do that, you want to do that, you know you do."

He looked everywhere but at her, searching for a way to slip free without giving offense. "Don't you have rehearsal? Your new one woman show to prepare?"

"It's a one woman show, my show; I set the schedule, silly."

"Oh, right, of course. But see, I think there's a case I need to prep for though. I should - uh, Nate?"

Nate had slipped from behind his desk to stand at Sophie's back.

Sophie's hand pressed against Eliot's chest held him in place. She reached back and took Nate's hand, pulled him forward, until he was tucked up tight to her, his chin hooked over her shoulder.

"Nate? We have a case. There's a case, right Nate?"

Nate smiled, gentle and kind. "Sophie wants you to unwind before we get down to it, Eliot. I'm inclined to agree."

Eliot shifted his feet and his eyes flicked to the left.

"Eliot." Reproving, a little shock and surprise in her voice. He cast another glance at Nate.

"Be a good boy."

"Yes sir." Eliot sank to his knees and smiled.

[meredevachon]

author's choice, author's choice, a slow, lazy, cozy morning

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

The sun's been up for hours, but neither of them have moved from the bed, bodies still entwined, fingers moving aimlessly over skin warmed by proximity and desire.

There are whispers, not quite words, sounds of "yes" and "please" and names lost into the sheets, the pillows, mouths and skin. No urgency, no need to rush this...there is only them, two bodies taking pleasure in the slow slip, slide of a morning after and the afternoon to come.

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Gideon/Reid, the touch of your hand

[flinchflower.livejournal.com]

Reid wasn't aware that anyone else knew about this particular corner of the basement, warm and dry, with the noise of the mechanical equipment to hide any stray sobs. There's even a little cupboard down here, long unused, and Reid hesitated, but bought a cheap blanket to keep in it - the feeling of it wrapped around his shoulders, the sensory input, is enough to calm him down most of the time.

Except tonight, it's not helping, and he's lying on the blanket, face buried in his arms, when he feels a touch on his shoulder that he doesn't shrink away from. Gideon's touch. He's been found. He's torn between happy and scared, happy in a way that he's been found, scared that he won't be able to process his grief the way he's gotten used to. He's happy that Gideon's here, and scared that Gideon's going to be mad. Reid doesn't open his eyes as Gideon gently lifts him, just turns blindly into Gideon's shirt when the older man gently settles him into the strong lap.

Gideon doesn't speak until Reid's sobs die away, smoothing the boy's back gently.

"I thought I told you that you were to come to me."

"I can't depend on you for everything! I can't live longing for the touch of your hand - people will think-"

He abruptly shuts his mouth, his right butt cheek stinging from the swat that Gideon landed there.

"It's not about what people think, Reid. It's about what you're allowed to do, and what you're not - and I'm going to make sure you know that when we get home, little boy," his voice soothes. "And then I might make sure you know just how much I appreciate you."

Reid shivered, the promise of punishment and salvation tumbling around in his heart, and leaned into Gideon for a promising kiss.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

RPS, JDM/Misha/Jensen, serious

[katzb101.livejournal.com]

He'd been watching them all evening; Jensen and Misha - it didn't surprise him to see the new faces from this season at the party, after all these boys tended to form close and tight friendships. He'd been introduced to Misha early in the evening giving them a chance to chat a little and weigh each other up some and he was pretty sure that as Jensen had spoken to him he would have explained things to Misha. Though they were committed it didn't preclude others though in the main that tended to be Jared and James. But if the sparks that had been flying between his lover and Misha were anything to go if he wasn't already on their list he soon would be.

The warm breath against the side of his neck drew him from his musings turning him into Jensen's arms, a soft moan escaping as the younger man's fingers tangled into his hair drawing him in to a deep kiss, tongues dancing, teeth clashing and biting only drawing back when the need to breath became the imperative.

“Mine?”

The word growled against his lips as claiming as the kiss had been marking him just as deeply. “Yours.” The agreement slipped from him without thought or heed unaware of who else might be in the room, might be watching.

“You were serious weren't you?”

The other voice was no real surprise anymore than heat of Misha's body behind him was.

“In a heart beat.”

Anyone else might have been worried the smirk that touched Jensen's lips with those words, but all it did for him was heat his belly, harden his cock, making him ache and want.

“Bed?”

Jensen's question rhetorical than anything else.

“God, yes.” There was no way he was turning that down.

The joint smokey laughs that that got did nothing to help his condition at all.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

RPS, Chris/Steve, forest through the trees

[bwhouwant2b.livejournal.com]

Steve is usually the one that can see the big picture. He isn’t one to get caught up in all the tiny details, they’re important to him, sure, but he is usually good at moving past them.

That’s why Chris doesn’t understand why Steve is so caught up in this. They’d talked about it before and Steve had been fine with it. His opinion had changed rapidly once he actually saw it, and now he just can’t let it go.

If asked, Steve wouldn’t be able to explain why that scene bothered him so much. Chris had talked to him as soon as he’d known he’d be kissing Jaime with "More Then I Deserve” playing. It wasn’t even like Steve had ever had an issue with Chris kissing women for his roles, but this time was different. Just that tiny detail of “More Then I Deserve” playing changed everything. That was their song, they’d written it together and it seemed wrong that it was featured when Chris was with someone else and they were just getting back to each other.

He was caught up in that one detail, he just couldn’t get past it. Because of that, he didn’t think he could ever watch that episode.

[earthquakedream.livejournal.com]

RPS; Mike Rosenbaum/Jensen Ackles/Tom Welling; tickling

[alldunn.livejournal.com]

Mike was crazy. He rode that edge of certifiable and charismatic. Which explained why Tom was strapped down to the bed.

Every last muscle bound inch held down. Each joint wrapped and strapped so that movement was impossible. He could only beg while Jensen ran feathers, soft with that edge of scratchy, wherever his heart desired. His heart mostly led him to the cock and balls also bound and begging.

Mike, the crazy fucker, was using his newly grown hair, still short and stubby, to tickle, root, and snort like a pig. His path took him from armpit to chest,sensitizing flesh until Tom was incoherent with need. Only then was he allowed to come. Jensen sat quietly, waiting for Tom to come down so they could trade places.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Abby/Ziva, handcuffs

[kelly-girl.livejournal.com]

Ziva moans and tries not to move as Abby's head bobs slowly between her legs.

They're both slick with sweat and Ziva can almost slip out of the pink furry handcuffs that keep her hands tied to bed rails.

Cool hands push her legs even further apart and a tongue stabs into her, sweet and teasing, just like she likes it.

When Abby giggles against her clit it makes her pull at the cuffs. She'll have bruises, but a long sleeved shirt on Monday is a small price to pay for getting to see Abby's very impressive handcuff collection.

Fingers pluck at her nipples,twisting and rubbing, and Ziva arches her back and comes. She smiles sleepily at Abby as she licks her way back up Ziva's body.

"We try the purple polka-dot ones next, yes?"

[havenward.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, elevator

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs snapped as he strode in, smirking behind his coffee cup as he watched DiNozzo, McGee and Ziva all fall apart.

"Boss," DiNozzo replied, glancing across at Ziva, barely perceptible raise of one eyebrow; Ziva shaking her head in return.

"You're with me. McGee - with Abby. Ziva..."

Ziva looked up from the phone. "His phone records are being faxed over and I'm getting his bank details as we speak."

"That's more like it," he nodded to himself as he turned on his heel and strode back to the elevator. "DiNozzo!"

"On your six Boss," DiNozzo replied, scrambling after Gibbs, slipping through the elevator doors just as they were about to slide shut. "So, where..."

"Shut up," Gibbs sighed as he hit the stop button. He finished his coffee and bent to place it in the corner, lip curling in amusement at the curiosity-filled look DiNozzo shot him. "In fact," he continued, easing to his knees and unfastening Tony's pants. "I suggest you keep very quiet."

"I can do that, Boss." DiNozzo agreed, clenching his jaw, then biting down on his fist to stifle his moans, his head falling back against the wall as Gibbs' tongue teased the head of his cock, fingers curled around the base stroking him to erection. He moaned in appreciation, hips starting to buck forward, his breath coming in sharp pants as Gibbs continued working his cock. "Please," he murmured, whining when Gibbs pulled back, wiped his hand over his mouth and tucked DiNozzo back in his pants with a smirk.

Gibbs grabbed his empty coffee cup from the floor and started the elevator moving again. "Now, where were we?"

[darsynia.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John/Rodney, "looky no touchy"

[mirasol.livejournal.com]

John leans in, catches his bottom lip and Rodney thinks What? and then Oh. and Oh!as he realises that John’s kissing him. It’s unexpected, but at the same time it seems like everything in these past years have been leading up to this point and it’s right. It’s so fucking right. Rodney unfreezes, moving his hand to John’s shoulder and-

-and John pulls back, rasps out “I can’t.” and leaves.

*

“Why not?” Rodney asks the next morning, as they leave the messhall.

“Jeez, McKay!” John hardly falters, but his hands bunch up into fists as he strides along, his pace quickening. “Some things you just. Can’t. Ask.”

Rodney stops, absorbing this information as John walks away from him again.

*

“Do you want to know what I think?” Rodney is comfortable on John’s couch, while John’s looking uncomfortable by the door. John shuts it anyway and crosses over to his fridge, taking out a beer for himself. He opens it and takes a swig.

“Hey, Rodney.” John waves the bottle in greeting. “I think you got lost. Because, you know, these are my quarters. Great seeing you but-” and he waves goodbye.

Rodney ignores the dismissal. “I think you’re scared. I think you want this. Us. I think you can’t lose Atlantis. And I think your military is hopelessly antiquated.”

John sits on his bed and takes another pull at the bottle. “I think you think too much.”

“Welcome to the world of me.” Rodney spreads his arms, smiling a half-smile and, despite himself, John grins too.

“So what do we do? There’s… fuck, Rodney. There’s nothing we can do.”

“I can’t-” Rodney makes an obscene gesture and John swallows, a lump suddenly in his throat. “with you. And you can’t, uhh, with me. Which is fucked up. But I don’t see why we can’t, you know, together. In the same room. Just not touching.”

“I’ll, huh, think about it.”

*

“Tell me what you want to do.” John’s voice is low, laced honey sweet with promise. Rodney’s been on the edge for ever, it seems, fucking his fist as John watches from across the room, fingers idly playing with his own spent cock. “What do you want me to do? Want me to come over there and spread you wide? Slide in? Fill you up? Fuck you good?”

That’s it, the thought of John inside him instead of his own fingers and Rodney comes, gasping through the tremors. He lies there afterwards, one arm flung over his eyes and wonders if the rumours are true, if the regulations are going to change.

If so, will they?

[kelly-girl.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Alec/Eliot, dare

[havenward.livejournal.com]

"I dare you." Fatal words, in their line of work. But Hardison spoke first, which gives him an advantage.

"Double dare you." Eliot says, even though he knows he'll be losing this one. He could outdo the kid, if he wants. Can still turn this around on him later if he wants. But Eliot always does like a bit of a challenge. Keeps things interesting.

"Triple dog dare you," Hardison says, triumphant. There's only one dare to outdo it, but you don't waste dares like that on things you both want anyway.

Eliot huffs a little, but only because it makes Alec's grin that much bigger, and heads to the counter to pay for the dildo they've been staring at for an hour.

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Nate tilts his head until he's almost looking at the tv screen upside down. The popcorn and drinks have been forgotten and he clears his throat.

"That's impossible. No one can bend like that without breaking something."

Eliot snickers and Nate jumps. He'd thought the other man was asleep.

Alec rolls his eyes and stands to go get more soda. He doesn't try to hide the bulge in his pants.

Nate has got to stop drinking with these two, guy's night out or not.

Alec sits back down, his eyes narrowed as he studies the grunting men on the screen.

"It's not that hard, but I think the lube would run out before they were done. They definitely did not study the lube to thrust ratio needed for that position."

Nate laughs and leans around Alec to look at Eliot.

"This the type of stuff that turns you on with him?"

Eliot smirks. "It's useful stuff plus," he makes a typing gesture with his hands, "He's real dexterous."

Nate tries to get that image out of his head but hey look,its made itself at home and won't leave.

He's been thinking about Eliot and Alec ever since he caught them three weeks ago, naked and focused like the sex they were having was the only thing that mattered in the world.

They hadn't seperated or been embarrassed when he caught them. Eliot had only stopped moaning to tell him to close the door on his way out.

Eliot leans over Alec and Nate doesn't miss the hand that sneakily palms their resident tech guy's dick.

"Oh, and he's double jointed."

Nate swallows and meets two lust-filled and happy gazes.

His next words cross a line and he doesn't care.

"Prove it."