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[sweetprince]

Last week's Flashforward totally paid homage to Generation Kill (I'm choosing to view it that way anyway). A woman driving in a HumVee in Iraq radioed in to Godfather as Hitman 2. And in the same episode that Callum Keith Rennie was gallivanting about. When I was watching it last night I had to immediately inform amberlynne.

Also, I spent like the last ten days of my life writing a really shitty story for my writing class that made me want to tear my hair out. THEREFORE, I think it's time for another prompt (snippet, time stamp, what have have you) party so I can enjoy writing again. You know the drill, any fandom I've written for in the past is fair game. Do not feel pushy. Dear SPN people, I would kill for some good prompts, I have not abandoned you!

Have a song for your trouble: Easy by Dragonette. It's the most romantic unromantic song I've ever heard. And I kinda hope to feel this way about someone one day.

Model!AU: Brad's first time bottoming for Nate for amberlynne
Brad/Sam for nomelon
Lucifer!Sam and Michael!Dean for killer_fiend
Ray signs Brad up for a dating site for setissma
Cop!AU: Walt goes to fetch Brad to give his report for jujubinha
Jared/Jensen, Riding a bicycle for ignited
Brad/Nate in SPN universe for oxoniensis
More ASkars/Batman for memphis86
SPN/Chuck Crossover, threesome between Sam, Ellie, and Awesome for rosekay
Professor!Alex and Fratboy!Stark for miss_saigon
Cop!AU: The first time Brad and Nate have sex for alethialia
Brad makes Nate slow down after being injured for irishdf
Brad/Nate, Sixteen Candles AU for amberlynne
Brad/Nate, Skinny-dipping, sort of for trolleys
Brad/Nate, MotoGP AU for katenotkit
Outside!Pov at the beach for aboutademongirl
Brad/Nate, grocery shopping for godofwine
Brad/Nate, in a motorcycle gang for kasiowy

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Had to edit a bit

[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

Sam doesn’t know how he got from the emergency room to a cute little first floor apartment in Burbank. He doesn’t know how he ends up on a California king bed, naked, pressed back against the hard and still completely clothed body of Dr. Woodcombe or Call-me-Devon. He’s out of his mind with exhaustion, two of his fingers are probably broken, and Dean’s still in the hospital. He breathes shallowly, mostly confused.

The other Dr. Woodcombe or Call-me-Ellie, gets up on the bed, sliding between his legs. She brushes her long curtain of chestnut hair out of her face and grins at him cheekily. Sam shuts his eyes, feels guilt settle in to his stomach.

“Shh, let us take care of you,” Ellie says, hair trailing over the inside of his thigh.

Devon strokes down Sam’s chest, past the ripples of his abs, to wrap tight around his dick. “Nice, how much do you lift?” Devon asks, thumb pushing hard just under Sam’s balls. Sam looks down his body, staring at his own muscles straining in sharp relief. Ellie smiles again and ducks her head to suck the tip of his dick into her mouth.

“I…don’t…” Sam tries to say as her tongue curls around the crown and then pushes against the slit.

“You don’t…lift,” Devon says in his ear, voice softly incredulous. He scrapes his teeth over Sam’s jugular and then bites down. “I don’t believe you,” he says against Sam’s throat. Ellie closes her hand around Devon’s, stroking his fist up and down Sam’s dick while she sucks hard at the head.

“Is she doing the tongue thing?” Devon asks, amused. He doesn’t let Sam answer. “That thing always gets me.”

Ellie looks up past Sam’s shoulder to meet Devon’s eyes and then sinks her mouth down to meet their clasped fists. Sam makes a helpless noise, dick hitting the back of her throat. He tries desperately not to move.

Devon turns his head, stroking a thumb over his adam’s apple and meets his mouth with a crushing kiss. Devon’s lips taste like chapstick. He's so achingly normal, even as he and his pretty wife sit here debauching Sam.

Devon kisses like it could make him forget the last twenty-four hours of his life, large palm cupped over Sam’s chin. When Sam moans, Devon smiles against his mouth and traces a finger down the shell of his ear and nips again at Sam's lower lip. Ellie’s still stroking his dick, but it’s turned into lazy uneven pulls. Sam figures she must be watching them intently. He shudders in Devon’s arms and doesn’t know why that turns him on so much.

Devon pulls back slowly. He says something to Ellie that Sam doesn’t catch, but then Ellie’s pulling off her shirt and pants, and Devon’s sliding a condom on Sam’s dick, while Sam breathes harshly through his nose. Ellie meets his eyes as she straddles his hips, checking to make sure he’s okay. Sam nods and she slides down on dick, one hand braced on his shoulder. She takes her time, flush spreading over her chest, and Sam has to struggle not to come right there. Ellie starts bobbing experimentally on his dick, she ducks her head to her chest and moans as he shifts and scrapes over her g-spot.

He can feel Devon’s erection against the small of his back, but Devon makes no move to do anything about it. He brushes a loving hand over Ellie’s thigh and keeps another one pressed to Sam’s chest, holding him back against him. Ellie’s started up a smooth rhythm and she rolls the nipple of one breast between her fingers, taking her own pleasure. Sam still feels drunk and out of control, he doesn’t even realize he’s crying, until Devon whispers softly into his ear and turns his head for another kiss.

He keeps it lazy and slow. It might be the sweetest kiss Sam’s had in a while, Devon’s tongue sliding in and out of his mouth, their lips catching together. Ellie comes first, contracting around his dick and trembling. She holds herself up with a palm in the center of Sam’s chest, pressing hard into his sternum. She continues to move languorously, up and down until Sam comes, groaning into Devon’s mouth.

“God,” Ellie says in a low voice, pulling off him. She rolls up the condom and ties the end off, pitching it at the wastebasket. Sam’s skin feels tight and too sensitized. His head rolls on Devon’s shoulder, and Ellie leans in and kisses him with a sweet flicker of tongue. “Thank you,” she says.

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[rosekay.livejournal.com]

"How much do you lift?" had me going, but like I said, this was otherwise about 1000x more volcanic than I thought the premise could deliver. Urgh Ellie. And Awesome! I love their obvious intimacy, and how there's no explanation for their nefarious tag-teaming. Love love that Ellie takes the driver's seat and that last, surprisingly sweet kiss is with Devon (who, in a really generic white-bread All-American way kind of resembles a robo-Dean), so that's perfect. Awesome.