*pathetic whimper*

[trinityofone]

I hate today today. I am not going to go into the reasons I hate today today—let me just say that they are copious. Legion, even. They involve such fun things as random, completely out-of-the-blue stomach flu/food poisoning/who knows the fuck what, and going to Boots to get something to help ease said who knows the fuck what, and forgetting your wallet, and having to go all the way back home and do it again. TODAY IS NOT MY FRIEND.

So please: if you have something nice to tell me? Something fun to show me? Something shiny to distract me with? Today would be an excellent day to whip it out. I really, really, really need distraction; if I could, I would curl up in a ball and do nothing, but my brain gets bored even when my body is wasted. Please occupy it. Or else I think I'm going to start having to poke through siriaeve's SG-1 DVDs again.

Please to bring the amusement and the porn. Thank you.

ETA: Aww, fuck it. I want to be writing. Gimme drabble prompts--SGA only, please.

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[spring-1970.livejournal.com]

I don't know you (have you friended, is what I mean) but I do read your LJ and love your fic.

Here's a little drabble. Put in who you like in the names.

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Cock in his mouth. It fits his mouth like breasts, fingers, nothing else ever has. Perhaps, if he believed in such things - which he doesn't - it would mean that his mouth was made for cock.

That's a line he's only heard said in porn. Bad porn. His life is not and never will be bad porn.

Or maybe it's just this cock. This cock sliding past his lips, making his mouth water as he sucks and licks and runs his tongue over all if it that he can. This cock that he never thought of touching, sucking. He'd seen it, soft and unassuming, in the communal showers - and everyone looked, never let it be said they didn't; he'd always thought of it as a natural curiousity - and never, ever did this scenario come into his head. Him, laid out between two BDU covered thighs, sucking and making these obscene wet noises, noises that he'd never made when performing cunnilingus. They hadn't even completely undressed. He still had one arm in his vest, his boots on, his shirt pushed up. His partner was panting at the ceiling, grunting, one boot curled around the top part of his thigh - he could feel the hard sole digging into his thigh muscle - vest open but not off, pants barely past thighs.

He felt the cock jerk before semen flooded his mouth. He coughed and sputtered and swallowed, forehead resting against a BDU covered thigh, working to get his breathing under control.

"That was..."

"Unexpected."

"Yeah."

Throat clearing noise. "Um, want to be unexpected again, later, tonight, maybe?" A hand carded through his hair, petted his shoulder.

He lifted his head, small smile. "That can be arranged."

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow. That's amazingly hot. (And I totally read it as Rodney and John--surprised? *g*) Thank you so much.

Do you want a drabble? I offered, and am (very slowly) filling requests.

[spring-1970.livejournal.com]

I will read all your drabbles because they are always wonderful. :)

And yes, that's who I saw too. ;) Which was doing and which was receiving in yours?