cerebellum: ([gk] what can i say it's otp for life)
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WE NEED PORN.

You know why?

Because it's a big deal.

Because it's fucking history happening, dawg!

Because the sky is blue.

Because we love writing porn.

Because every pairing needs love.

Becase DADT. IS. FUCKING. GONE.

No rules, just, you know, porn. Leave prompts, write fics, share fics. So, anyone up for it?
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Date: 2010-12-19 02:33 pm (UTC)
girlupnorth: (a: tla: she dives for shells)
From: [personal profile] girlupnorth
Awwww <33333

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Date: 2010-12-19 02:34 pm (UTC)
girlupnorth: (buffy: the only thing that's real)
From: [personal profile] girlupnorth
Huh! Jaka RAMKA wokół mojej ikonki!

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Date: 2010-12-19 02:38 pm (UTC)
ext_463033: (Default)
From: [identity profile] eiirene.livejournal.com
\o/
BRB, THINKING OF PROMPTS

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Date: 2010-12-19 02:46 pm (UTC)
ext_2619: Fred from Angel, reading a book. ([gk] ray/walt :: hump)
From: [identity profile] noelia-g.livejournal.com
There were mixed reactions to the repeal. Political commentaries, celebratory blog posts, twitter trending topics... Walt's inbox pretty much exploded with forwarded links and messages from all the people who officially weren't told before and therefore technically didn't know, just "thought you might find it interesting."

Ray sent the same e-mail to pretty much everyone he knew, ever, from Brad to Walt's mother, and then went out to the closest shop to buy more condoms.

"We are well stocked up," Walt pointed out.

"Dude. The DADT is fucking gone, we need to celebrate. I've decided it calls for at least twenty four hours of complete and utter debauchery."

Walt nodded. "Alright. But how's that different from any other Saturday night?"

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Date: 2010-12-19 02:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] firstillusion.livejournal.com
I can't write, but I'm here to throw celebratory confetti and raise toasts to all those who can!

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Date: 2010-12-19 03:00 pm (UTC)
ext_226843: ([Generation Kill] Ray | Your Dearest Pal)
From: [identity profile] trying-t0-be.livejournal.com
Because every pairing needs love.
OH NO LADY, YOU DIDN'T SAY THAT!!!! *go find her list of "never seen" pairings*

Baptista/Colbert: In Brazil they speak Portuguese, not Spanish and Shady B will make sure that the Iceman never forgets that.

Me wants some Chaffin/Garza love. Something cute, fluffy, kawaii, whatever you got that ends with kisses and more. XD

Lilley/Christopher: now they can leave parties together.

Sixta/OC: Almost thirty years of living a lie. (bonus point if there are kids somewhere)

Not a never seen pairing but if you write me a Bryan/Fick porn I will love you FOREVER (and you can add Brad in it too, me loves 3some)

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Date: 2010-12-19 03:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iwillrememberu.livejournal.com
DADT is repealed, Brad finally goes for who he wants. OR Nate finally gives in.
Either way is good for me.

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Date: 2010-12-19 06:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blueskypenguin.livejournal.com
...Porn eluded me.
----
It wasn't that he didn't want to, or didn't think Brad was worth it; never that. It wasn't even any one thing. Fact was, he knew what Brad's career meant to him, and while Brad meant everything to Nate, he wouldn't put that at risk. So they went about their lives, steadily orbiting each other for seven years.

In that time, their entire relationship - for lack of a more applicable word - had been limited to sofa-crashing between flights around the world, occasional bar crawls when they had more than a day or two in the same city, phone-calls where they talked of nothing of importance and e-mails where they said even less. They saw each other at anniversary parties, at retirement parties, at weddings, funerals and christenings.

They weren't celibate but whores weren't worth mentioning and no partner lasted very long - and though Brad once brought up the idea of throwing the UCMJ out of the window, drunk where Nate was taking it slow for a mid-morning meeting the next day, he was all-too-easily talked down and he never made mention of it again.

Nate should've remembered who he was dealing with.

To: n.c.fick@gmail.com
From: b.colbert@gmail.com
Subject: changes in our ROE

He didn't open it straight away.

For a moment, he let himself think it was a coincidence. Brad hadn't mentioned the vote in all the time it had been in the news, on the tips of tongues of politicians and military alike, and Nate had hesitated to bring such a game-changing move to the plate. They would, of course, talk politics as much as shoot the shit about the platoon's doings when on the phone, but this kind of almost-personal discussion was a no-go.

The body of the email was short and sweet - a link to the Reuter's report (http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSN1815802520101218) of the voting outcome and two words.

Time's up.

Nate felt the swooping sensation of anxiety even as a grin spread across his face.

To: b.colbert@gmail.com
From: n.c.fick@gmail.com
Subject: RE: changes in our ROE

Your place or mine?

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Date: 2010-12-19 03:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orlando-gol.livejournal.com
I'm not into fanfiction, but porn is always nice.

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Date: 2010-12-19 03:45 pm (UTC)
ext_1770: @ _jems_ (fandom: gk screwby)
From: [identity profile] oxoniensis.livejournal.com
Christeson/Stafford, Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball; (Andrew Marvell - To HIs Coy Mistress)

oh hai thar, otp!

Date: 2010-12-19 06:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marycontraire.livejournal.com
Marines, John has learned, don’t need much of an excuse to drink. They will drink to just about anything. Which is why it doesn’t come as any particular surprise when it is Chaffin-- who just yesterday accused Pappy of being a “fucking faggot” when he ordered a veggie burger because Rudy promised him that they really were delicious-- who calls up the entire platoon demanding a bar night to celebrate the repeal of DADT.

“Shot not drivin' home,” Q-tip says, as they head out the door of their crappy, shared, off-base apartment.

"Screwby, man," John whines.

Four hours later, neither of them are in any condition to drive. Mike Wynn confiscated the keys to John’s pick-up truck an hour ago. An hour and a dozen rainbow-colored shots ago.

“What the fuck is even in these?” John asks, as Q-tip hands him another.

“Dunno, dawg,” Q-tip answers. “But they ain’t half bad.” When he tips the contents of his not-so-small shot glass down his throat, he tilts his head back, and John can see the flush of his neck, can see his throat working as he chugs it down.

He tips the contents of his own dubious shot down his throat just to stop himself before he can follow that train of thought all the way down the line.

Josh Ray Person, he of the eternally impeccable timing, chooses that moment to shout, “MISTLETOE. FREEZE, MOTHERFUCKERS. TIME FOR TONSIL HOCKEY.”

It takes John a moment to realize Person is addressing him and Q-tip, but when Q-tip jabs his thumb upwards towards the low ceiling above them, he sees that Person, for once, is completely correct. It is December 17-- all of the bar’s Christmas decorations are already up.

“AWW,” bellows a clearly intoxicated Manimal. “Let’s have a big, faggot-y kiss to celebrate faggots-don’t-get-fired day!”

John is just about to tell Manimal where he can shove his faggot-y kiss, but as soon as he opens his mouth, Q-tip's tongue is in it. Q-tip’s dense arms have wrapped themselves around his torso with all of the force of a boa constrictor, and he is kissing John so hard that their teeth click together harshly. John can’t breathe; he leans back to try to break the oral assault, but Q-tip just follows him until John’s back is arched completely back and Q-tip is leaning over him, like some sick, drunken parody of that VJ Day photo that gets rolled out every Veterans’ Day.

John is peripherally aware of catcalls and applause.

Then Q-tip drops him.

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Date: 2010-12-19 03:49 pm (UTC)
ext_1770: @ _jems_ (fandom: gk seeing eye to eye)
From: [identity profile] oxoniensis.livejournal.com
Colbert/Fick, welcome home

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Date: 2010-12-19 09:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starlurker.livejournal.com

Brad still had his keys to Nate's house, but he chose to stand outside for a minute, letting it all sink in. It was 1:30 in the morning -- you're already thinking civilian, he thought -- and it should have bothered him that he was taking this long to decide. A man of action frozen in time, but he wasn't in a battlefield, so he had time.

The lights clicked on, making him start in surprise. Motion sensor lighting. He hadn't moved an inch though, but there was probably a branch that triggered it. Nate's front door, its burnished wood sheen and slight scratches from the dog that he babysat all those months ago stood out in stark relief. Brad stepped closer and put the key in. He walked in to a dark house that still smelled achingly familiar, dust and sweat and old books, the remnants of a citrus candle that Nate received ten of from his sister, the chicken teriyaki that Nate always made when he couldn't think of anything to cook.

Brad took a deep breath in and dropped his bag on the floor. He carefully unlaced his boots and felt his way around the dark living room. The couch was one of Nate's extravagant purchases, big and firm and comfortable, better than some beds that Brad had slept in. He got one of the pillows and lay down on the couch.

The feel of this house and the knowledge that Nate was upstairs sleeping was enough. Brad closed his eyes and fell into a sleep that was like jumping off a cliff.

***

He woke up to the smell of Kona coffee. He opened his eyes and saw Nate putting down a cup on the side table.

"I remember your morning breath," Nate said, a slight smile on his face. "Drink up."

Brad got up and stretched his arms. He had fallen asleep in his service uniform and it had scrunched up in the middle of the night.

The coffee was paradise after the crap he'd been drinking for the past few months.

"I have some bagels and cream cheese in the kitchen," Nate said.

Brad nodded. He had a speech planned, all about mistakes and fear and leaving the only thing he had ever known and how it was all society's fault, but His throat felt parched, his tongue felt like it had atrophied. So maybe not quite yet. Brad took a sip of the coffee instead. He looked his fill at Nate over the rim of his cup. Nate had new lines on his face, and he'd had a haircut recently but it was still longer than what their old regs required. Brad had worn the shirt Nate was wearing now, an old PT shirt from way back. Brad felt his heart take a leap when he noticed. Maybe there was something to salvage here. Friendship would be a gift at this point after Brad burned this particular bridge.

Nate leaned back on his chair and watched him drink. Waiting, but without pressure.

Brad swallowed the last bit of coffee. "I'm not a smart man about some things," he started. "But I learn from my mistakes. And I hope you hear me out and give me a chance." He licked his lips and said, "I'm sorry."

Nate smiled, but it was an awful one lined with sadness around the edges. "DADT being repealed doesn't make me a fallback position, Brad."

He stared at Nate, not understanding. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't insult my intelligence, Brad." Nate's voice was dangerous.

"I've been in the air all this time," Brad said. "I haven't checked my e-mail. My phone's still off. I don't have my laptop. I flew straight here. Nate, I swear to you I hadn't heard anything."

A long time ago, he had told Nate that he found it impossible to lie to him. Withhold things, maybe. Strategically release information, or not say anything at all. But never lie, and that was still true. And he saw the moment it clicked with Nate and Brad was always a practical and realistic man, but the expression on Nate's face made Brad hope that there was still something here after all.

Nate bit his lower lip and let out a loud exhale. Brad leaned forward over the coffee table to reach out to him. They met halfway, the way they always used to do. Brad closed his eyes and blindly went for Nate's mouth and at contact, felt something lodged in him like a sharp and poisonous needle snap in half.

"Welcome home," Nate murmured.

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Date: 2010-12-19 04:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ringhelediel.livejournal.com
Best idea since wheels. Thinking of prompts!

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Date: 2010-12-19 04:29 pm (UTC)
ext_463033: ([gk] sir i could kiss you)
From: [identity profile] eiirene.livejournal.com
Brad/Nate,
I got troubles oh, but not today
Cause they're gonna wash away
They're gonna wash away

And I have sins Lord, but not today
Cause they're gonna wash away
They're gonna wash away

(joe purdy | wash away)

Brad/Nate, Wash Away, 1/2

Date: 2010-12-22 06:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pjvilar.livejournal.com
Christmas 2010

Nate loops his scarf around his neck but doesn’t bother with the gloves. A doorman steps right up to the rounded curb as he opens the car door. At his left, he sees Brad lean past the steering wheel to pop the trunk.

It’s just two small rolling suitcases but then there’s shopping bags upon shopping bags of presents, plus one bag full of wrapping paper and supplies for the ones they didn’t finish.

The doorman smiles. “Happy Holidays, sir.”

Nate helps him load everything on the cart. “It will be happier when we get everything wrapped. But thank you.”

“At least you’ve bought everything. A woman left here this morning to start her shopping.”

Nate smiles, shakes his head and slips the guy a couple of dollars. To his surprise, Brad gets out of the car.

“Everything okay?”

Brad straightens out his coat with a couple of sharp tugs. “Valet can park it. That’s what happens when you stay in an actual hotel.”

Nates shoulders his laptop bag and smiles. Brad never checks in with him. He drops Nate off, parks the car and picks up the spare key about ten minutes later. It’s a habit they never dropped. Things have come to feel safer over the years; it hasn’t meant they actually are any safer.

Brad drops the keys into the valet’s cupped palm and takes a final look back at the car. He’s never been good at handing off anything to anyone. But he turns and catches up with Nate, runs a leather-gloved hand across Nate’s back before they step through the endlessly revolving door.

“You won the bed and breakfast argument already, you know,” Nate says.

“That I did,” Brad replies.

---

The gold and silver monstrosity of consumerism -- also known as the completed, wrapped presents – are lined up in the front room of the suite. Brad’s dopp kit hangs from a hook on the bathroom door and Nate’s toiletries are lined up on the counter by the sink in size order. He does shit like that when they start out on vacation, and Brad just smiles silently to himself as it slowly goes to hell.

They have a couple of hours before they go to Emily’s for dinner. Then the next two days at Nate’s parents’. On the day after Christmas, Nate’s sisters and their families will come here to the Marriot so the kids can use the pool and the grandparents can get a break.

Right now they have a couple of hours. They’ve done a lot of fucking in hotels over the years. Usually fast and desperate, though the circumstances have varied. Right now a couple of hours seems like plenty of time, because there’s no wondering when the next time will be.

Brad raises himself up on Nate’s cock, his gaze focused on the rise and fall of Nate’s chest. Nate’s hand slides beneath him. Brad realizes it’s to hold the base of the condom; Nate’s anticipating a change in position.

Brad nudges Nate’s thigh with his knee and Nate slides his legs closer together in response. Brad grins and then closes his eyes as he leans back, hands moving down Nate’s legs and then hitting the sheets. It felt good to grip Nate’s quads, to watch his face as Brad rode him slowly. But this feels better. The angle of Nate’s dick inside pushes up inside him just right and it makes everything tighter and better for Nate.

Brad starts to move again, holding himself in an arch with his palms against the bed behind him. He feels Nate’s hand move from the base of his dick to stroke Brad’s stomach. He can feel himself contract and flex against Nate’s flat palm.

“Look at you,” he hears Nate say. He smiles even though Nate can’t see it with his head tipped back. He rides Nate rhythmically, gaining no speed. “Fucking look at you.”

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Date: 2010-12-19 04:35 pm (UTC)
ext_463033: ([gk] walt i chmurka)
From: [identity profile] eiirene.livejournal.com
Oh, and also:
DADT is repealed. Ray texts Walt and they go out to celebrate. There might be some strawberry ice cream involved.

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Date: 2010-12-19 11:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mlekopijca.livejournal.com
I think I love you.

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Date: 2010-12-19 06:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marycontraire.livejournal.com
Nate Fick/Mike Wynn; exceeding expectations

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Date: 2010-12-19 06:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marycontraire.livejournal.com
Chaffin/Garza; last ones standing

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Date: 2010-12-19 09:23 pm (UTC)
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on it, just give me a handful of minutes

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Date: 2010-12-19 06:09 pm (UTC)
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Stafford/Christeson; "Are you really watching C-SPAN right now? I didn't realize you knew there were channels other than ESPN."

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Date: 2010-12-19 08:46 pm (UTC)
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OKAY I TOTALLY GOT THIS ONE, GIMME A MINUTE.

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Date: 2010-12-19 06:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lickingbeads.livejournal.com
I'll give y'all a prompt, which is sad, but we need a happy ending to it, yeah?

Brad/Nate
Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard

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Date: 2010-12-19 09:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idrilka.livejournal.com
I'm on it (who am I to say no to angst? XD), but I need some time. :D

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Re: running in circles, 2/2 (Brad/Nate)

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Date: 2010-12-19 08:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pellamerethiel.livejournal.com
<33333333333

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Date: 2010-12-19 09:16 pm (UTC)
ext_1770: @ _jems_ (fandom: gk get some)
From: [identity profile] oxoniensis.livejournal.com
Fick/Colbert, huddling for warmth! (I have to throw in this prompt whenever I get the chance!)

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Date: 2010-12-23 05:08 pm (UTC)

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Date: 2010-12-19 09:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lunatics-word.livejournal.com
Pimping you, guys:

Brad/Nate

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order's tall


Ray/Walt

I always say how I don't need you
But it's always gonna come right back to this
Please, don't leave me
(YES, I KNOW, OKAY?)

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Date: 2010-12-19 11:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mlekopijca.livejournal.com
Dlaczego nikt mi nie powiedział, że tu się dzieje porn?

Id? Narybek? *zerka groźnie*


<3333333333

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Date: 2010-12-19 11:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lunatics-word.livejournal.com
Um... Myślałam, że banner wystarczająco daje po oczach XD

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Date: 2010-12-20 12:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] meeks00.livejournal.com
WHAT A GREAT PARTY. And your banner is gorGEOUS :D

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Date: 2010-12-20 12:11 am (UTC)

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Date: 2010-12-20 12:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lunatics-word.livejournal.com
Brad/Nate, bondage

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Date: 2010-12-20 12:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idrilka.livejournal.com
...

You did that on purpose, didn't you?

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Date: 2010-12-20 12:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idrilka.livejournal.com
Give and you shall receive. :D After I'm done with the fic for [livejournal.com profile] lickingbeads that I'm writing now, I promise. <3

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Date: 2010-12-20 01:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] indyhat.livejournal.com
Awesome party! Thanks for hosting! :D

I wrote something over at [livejournal.com profile] combat_jack that I guess will fit the bill:

Colbert/Fick, low tide (http://community.livejournal.com/combat_jack/19304.html?thread=689000#t689000)

Woot! Repeal FTW! :D

You are awesome for hosting!

Date: 2010-12-20 02:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pjvilar.livejournal.com
Prompts:

Brad/Nate, we've got mouths/let's make them moan
Brad/Ray, We lie beneath the stars at night/Our hands gripping each other tight/You keep my secrets hope to die/Promises, swear them to the sky
Any, You've never left/you've been here the whole time
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