Let's share porny thoughts, shall we?
Dec. 7th, 2006 03:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scribblinlenoreI feel restless. (Note mood icon.) I've shot through my to-do list:
--Complete work that I'm actually being paid for. Check. (Although in the interest of full disclosure, it's not like there was that much of it to begin with.)
--Meet today's Mistletoe storywriting goal. Check. (Actually I shot way past it and finished most of tomorrow's, and now I'm utterly burned out on writing for the day.)
--Write tomorrow's holiday fluff. Check. (I did this on the train this morning, which is strangely conducive to fluff.)
--Get Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks. Check.
--Quell rage at how ridiculously expensive Peppermint Mocha is. Check. Mostly.
--Beg people on LJ to come out and play with me. That's what I'm working on now!
I was thinking we could share porny thoughts. There are so many porntastic shows that people are watching on my flist. Let's discuss the smutty possibilities!
I'll go first. So, I woke up this morning thinking about the Petrelli brothers (from Heroes, for those who don't watch the show) in very graphic detail, and I liked it. Okay? I liked it! Here's specifically what was on my mind.
So we know that Peter's on a mission to save the world, and Nathan's got a martyr thing going with the big-brother-to-the-rescue routine, and it only stands to reason that there will be times in the future when Peter goes off like a zealot and get banged up, and Nathan will come get him and take him home and lets out this big sigh, "So, I guess I'm stuck taking care of you again." Oh, Nathan! How you protest too much.
I imagine Peter all dirty, with cuts and bruises, and blood smeared on him. Nothing major, but he could use some loving kindness to help get cleaned up. This is their fucked up dynamic, Peter in trouble and Nathan to the rescue, the only way they know how to cling to each other in a family where appearances were more important than actual affection. Neither of them can quite remember when it turned sexual.
On the surface, everything is practical, brotherly when they get to Peter's apartment. Nathan calls Peter a slob and picks up some of the clothes he's left thrown on the floor. Peter tells him to stop that and asks if he wants a beer. "Let's take care of you first," Nathan tells him. He gets out the antiseptic--he knows where Peter keeps it--and cleans up Peter's cuts and tells him not to be a baby when he complains that it stings. "Some of these could use bandaids, but you might want a shower first." Pragmatic, that's our Nathan.
All the while the knowledge of where this is really leading is sizzling beneath the surface.
Nathan turns his head, and Peter takes off his clothes, and gets in the shower. And Nathan hesitates. He thinks, "Maybe this time I won't." But he does. He always does. Peter startles when Nathan gets in the shower with him. Even though he knows what's coming, he's never quite prepared. "Thought you could use some help," Nathan mutters against the back of his neck, and he feels Peter's reaction to his breath on his skin, instantaneous and unmistakable. He soaps up his hands and moves them over his brother's body, arms and chest and legs and belly, almost like he's just being helpful, because they walk that line, oh how they walk that line. And he's getting hard, and Peter is hard, and Nathan is pushing his cock against his brother's ass, and finally he moves his hand to where they both want it. Peter cries out, because he knows it's coming, and it's still, always, a surprise. Peter's reaction sets Nathan off, it always does, and he whirls him around, and Peter almost loses his footing on the wet porcelain, and Nathan catches him and grabs holds and kisses like he's starvingdyingfallingdesperate.
They end up in Peter's bed, thrashing, kissing, pulling at each other, still wet from the shower, soaking the sheets. Nathan gets Peter on his back, this is always the same too. Nathan needs to fuck him, and he needs to see him, and Peter wonders if there's something wrong with him that he's always so willing, eager even, to give it up to his brother. But then, Nathan starts to kiss down his body, and Peter pushes up on one elbow to watch, and Nathan goes down on him, and Peter realizes, Nathan's giving it up to him, too. Nathan with his crisp white suits and his political carefulness and his bottomless ambition is the same Nathan who now has his lips parted wide around his brother's cock. Peter owns Nathan just as much as Nathan owns him.
By the time Nathan pulls the bottle of lubricant from the bedside drawer (it's always there, waiting), everything else has been burned away but need, and Nathan doesn't hesitate to slick his cock, press wet fingers into his brother's ass, and Peter is nothing but certain when he spreads his legs and cants his hips and knots his fists in the sheets as his brother enters him. Their fucking is that rarest of all fucking, fierce but not brief, and when they both finally come, they have nothing left, they are nothing. Nathan falls asleep, passes out really, in the wreck of his brother's bed.
The morning is possibly the most surprising of all. If Peter had ever tried to imagine before they were actually fucking how his brother would react in the aftermath, he would have bet anything that Nathan would leap out of bed and pull on his clothes and start throwing up denial like a concrete wall between them. He never would have pictured tenderness, the way Nathan kisses him, strokes his hair, touches his face before he reluctantly gets up to go. Denial will set it in later, a gradual process, as they get far away enough from this moment to believe it won't happen again. Or at least to pretend to believe that.
"Take care of yourself," is the last thing Nathan says before the door closes behind him, and there's not even any irony in it.
At least, not that Peter notices.
Okay, so my porny thought kind of ran off at the mouth. But yours can be briefer if you want! Any fandom! Any anything! Won't you come and play?
--Complete work that I'm actually being paid for. Check. (Although in the interest of full disclosure, it's not like there was that much of it to begin with.)
--Meet today's Mistletoe storywriting goal. Check. (Actually I shot way past it and finished most of tomorrow's, and now I'm utterly burned out on writing for the day.)
--Write tomorrow's holiday fluff. Check. (I did this on the train this morning, which is strangely conducive to fluff.)
--Get Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks. Check.
--Quell rage at how ridiculously expensive Peppermint Mocha is. Check. Mostly.
--Beg people on LJ to come out and play with me. That's what I'm working on now!
I was thinking we could share porny thoughts. There are so many porntastic shows that people are watching on my flist. Let's discuss the smutty possibilities!
I'll go first. So, I woke up this morning thinking about the Petrelli brothers (from Heroes, for those who don't watch the show) in very graphic detail, and I liked it. Okay? I liked it! Here's specifically what was on my mind.
So we know that Peter's on a mission to save the world, and Nathan's got a martyr thing going with the big-brother-to-the-rescue routine, and it only stands to reason that there will be times in the future when Peter goes off like a zealot and get banged up, and Nathan will come get him and take him home and lets out this big sigh, "So, I guess I'm stuck taking care of you again." Oh, Nathan! How you protest too much.
I imagine Peter all dirty, with cuts and bruises, and blood smeared on him. Nothing major, but he could use some loving kindness to help get cleaned up. This is their fucked up dynamic, Peter in trouble and Nathan to the rescue, the only way they know how to cling to each other in a family where appearances were more important than actual affection. Neither of them can quite remember when it turned sexual.
On the surface, everything is practical, brotherly when they get to Peter's apartment. Nathan calls Peter a slob and picks up some of the clothes he's left thrown on the floor. Peter tells him to stop that and asks if he wants a beer. "Let's take care of you first," Nathan tells him. He gets out the antiseptic--he knows where Peter keeps it--and cleans up Peter's cuts and tells him not to be a baby when he complains that it stings. "Some of these could use bandaids, but you might want a shower first." Pragmatic, that's our Nathan.
All the while the knowledge of where this is really leading is sizzling beneath the surface.
Nathan turns his head, and Peter takes off his clothes, and gets in the shower. And Nathan hesitates. He thinks, "Maybe this time I won't." But he does. He always does. Peter startles when Nathan gets in the shower with him. Even though he knows what's coming, he's never quite prepared. "Thought you could use some help," Nathan mutters against the back of his neck, and he feels Peter's reaction to his breath on his skin, instantaneous and unmistakable. He soaps up his hands and moves them over his brother's body, arms and chest and legs and belly, almost like he's just being helpful, because they walk that line, oh how they walk that line. And he's getting hard, and Peter is hard, and Nathan is pushing his cock against his brother's ass, and finally he moves his hand to where they both want it. Peter cries out, because he knows it's coming, and it's still, always, a surprise. Peter's reaction sets Nathan off, it always does, and he whirls him around, and Peter almost loses his footing on the wet porcelain, and Nathan catches him and grabs holds and kisses like he's starvingdyingfallingdesperate.
They end up in Peter's bed, thrashing, kissing, pulling at each other, still wet from the shower, soaking the sheets. Nathan gets Peter on his back, this is always the same too. Nathan needs to fuck him, and he needs to see him, and Peter wonders if there's something wrong with him that he's always so willing, eager even, to give it up to his brother. But then, Nathan starts to kiss down his body, and Peter pushes up on one elbow to watch, and Nathan goes down on him, and Peter realizes, Nathan's giving it up to him, too. Nathan with his crisp white suits and his political carefulness and his bottomless ambition is the same Nathan who now has his lips parted wide around his brother's cock. Peter owns Nathan just as much as Nathan owns him.
By the time Nathan pulls the bottle of lubricant from the bedside drawer (it's always there, waiting), everything else has been burned away but need, and Nathan doesn't hesitate to slick his cock, press wet fingers into his brother's ass, and Peter is nothing but certain when he spreads his legs and cants his hips and knots his fists in the sheets as his brother enters him. Their fucking is that rarest of all fucking, fierce but not brief, and when they both finally come, they have nothing left, they are nothing. Nathan falls asleep, passes out really, in the wreck of his brother's bed.
The morning is possibly the most surprising of all. If Peter had ever tried to imagine before they were actually fucking how his brother would react in the aftermath, he would have bet anything that Nathan would leap out of bed and pull on his clothes and start throwing up denial like a concrete wall between them. He never would have pictured tenderness, the way Nathan kisses him, strokes his hair, touches his face before he reluctantly gets up to go. Denial will set it in later, a gradual process, as they get far away enough from this moment to believe it won't happen again. Or at least to pretend to believe that.
"Take care of yourself," is the last thing Nathan says before the door closes behind him, and there's not even any irony in it.
At least, not that Peter notices.
Okay, so my porny thought kind of ran off at the mouth. But yours can be briefer if you want! Any fandom! Any anything! Won't you come and play?
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Date: 2006-12-07 09:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-07 09:39 pm (UTC)And then you can come back and talk porn! :)
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Date: 2006-12-07 09:13 pm (UTC)Porny icon instead?
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Date: 2006-12-07 09:43 pm (UTC)i don't watch Heroes but this makes me WANT TO! ::purrrrr::
i've been sucked down by Torchwood... but have no porny thoughts to share at the moment. i think YOUR porny bit melted my brain!
::purrrrrr::
thank you SO MUCH for sharing!
peace,
the kendermouse
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Date: 2006-12-07 10:15 pm (UTC)But oh my God. Can't you picture it????
I immediately thought of you.
From:Re: I immediately thought of you.
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Date: 2006-12-07 09:50 pm (UTC)I was having porny thoughts earlier about Rodney, trying to distract himself from an annoying hard-on due to John, and missing the mark by a mile because to distratc himself he starts remembering whichever tv he downloaded to his laptop to watch recently, and this leads to thinking about Bones, his favorite series of the moment, which he only just discovered (a year later than the rest of the world, of course), and well, thinking of Bones is not helping his boner, there on the balcony wheere he's stuck til it recedes, and now he's just going off on a tangent picturing the lovely cold-headed skillfull clever gorgeous doctor doing the autopsy and bone analysis of a wraith, oh, what she could tell them, how he wants her on his team!
And, okay, so it could be more porny, but I'm tired 'cos it's late. And Rodney's sort of pushing his hard-on against the balcony, day-dreaming.
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Date: 2006-12-07 10:16 pm (UTC)Needy, needy Rodney is so delicious.
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Date: 2006-12-07 10:02 pm (UTC)Hmm, your Shawn, Jordan I read this morning made me crave some first time fic about them so let's see if I can dredge up some porny thoughts, season two.
Shawn was fascinated by Jordan from the first moment they'd met. The way Jordan talked about all the 4400's, how he talked about Shawn. And Shawn would admit, here alone in his room, that the looks Jordan gave him were changing into something more. Or maybe he was just changing. Of course he'd admire someone like Jordan, so confident and powerful. Shawn saw how others deferred to Jordan and how Jordan expected it. Shawn knew in the past Jordan would have been a King or a General.
Shawn touched his erection and closed his eyes. The way Jordan had looked at him today, god, he'd wanted to blurt out like some kid how much he loved Jordan. His hand slowly stroked up and down, pre come and vaseline making his toes curl at the growing sensations. What would Jordan do if Shawn showed up right now at his door? Would he turn him away or invite him in? For a moment, Shawn's fingers cradled his balls and he pressed the small vein on the underside of his dick with his thumb. He gripped himself tighter and moved his hand faster.
He wanted to feel Jordan's hands on his skin, feel his hands and mouth all over. Most of all he wanted to hear Jordan whisper, "Shawn," the way Shawn whispered "Jordan." He moaned and came and it felt so good. With Jordan to think about the past two weeks made Shawn feel like he was a teenager again, just discovering what he could do with his hands on his dick.
Shawn grabbed some tissue and cleaned up. He yawned and settled deeper into his bed. One day, he promised himself, he'd let Jordan know.
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Date: 2006-12-07 11:25 pm (UTC)Also I think you might have just turned me around on the Petrellicest. I was avoiding it, but damn if it isn't suddenly appealling. :)
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Date: 2006-12-08 03:38 am (UTC)And hee. I'm glad to do my part for the Petrellicest!
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Date: 2006-12-08 12:06 am (UTC)A few days after, Ianto's trying to pretend that everything is normal. The rest of the team locks up, goes home, but Jack and Ianto are left -- like they always are. So Ianto brews some coffee and takes it down into the Hub, and as he sets the mug down on the desk next to Jack, he can't help it, the word monster slips from his lips, low and hissed.
And Jack loses it, has had enough and taken too much, and launches up out of his chair and grabs Ianto around the neck and throws him, just, hurls him into a wall. And Ianto hits, slides down to the floor and sits there, slumped and panting, clutching at his throat with one hand, eyes wide and looking up at Jack with obvious, honest fear.
"You need to forget it," Jack tells him, taking slow steps toward Ianto, predatory and careful. "You need to move on."
"I loved her," Ianto chokes out. Jack, the bastard, laughs.
"You loved a robot. That's ... that's very you, Ianto." And he reaches down and offers Ianto a hand to help him up.
Ianto glares at him and bats his hand away, and Jack's face twists with fury and he grabs the front of Ianto's shirt, hauls him to his feet and slams him back against the wall, Jack's forearm braced against Ianto's shoulders, pinning him there.
"Forget her," he snarls, and presses his mouth against Ianto's.
And then I zone out from hot.
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Date: 2006-12-08 03:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-12-08 12:06 am (UTC)Right now I just want the fic based off Monday night's episode. I will wait to go on further until I know if you've seen the episode because I don't want to spoil THAT.
But really, um, LOVE yours.
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Date: 2006-12-08 03:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-08 01:04 am (UTC)...
Sorry, I´m all dry. I can still do dancing, though. And, hey! I just remembered, were is the altar!sex-to-mpreg-the-boy?
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Date: 2006-12-08 03:55 am (UTC)http://scribblinlenore.livejournal.com/313320.html
How could I resist really? *g*
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Date: 2006-12-08 11:05 am (UTC)I cannot withstand the Petrellicest, I'm afraid. And God, I don't want to look for it, but could those two act any GAYER??
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Date: 2006-12-08 07:31 pm (UTC)You are a credit to fandom, woman!
Also: Eggnog Chai Latte. Delicious highway robbery.
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Date: 2006-12-11 07:27 pm (UTC)Also, Eggnog Chai Latte...mmm!
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Date: 2006-12-08 09:18 pm (UTC)In summary: I'll be in my bunk.
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Date: 2006-12-11 07:28 pm (UTC)*g*
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