Pf, if only I could. I'll think about it. But you know, if there's ever anything you'd like me to make, don't be afraid to ask for it. I promise I'll give it my best shot. :)
b/n; a letter does not blushlickingbeadsDecember 10 2010, 19:11:35 UTC
(HAHA. Nothing much blushworthy here.)
The first note drops in front of him before five minutes of the lecture have passed.
Nate's palm covers the scrap of paper. Professor Goldstein has his back to the room at the moment (he's the only one in the whole department who still uses the blackboard, and it would be cuter if it didn't mean they have to take all their notes by hand) but he could turn any moment, and Nate is sitting on the third row.
There's an expectant silence behind him.
Covertly, Nate tips his hand and glances at the note.
I dreamed about your mouth this morning.
Nate flushes. Goddamnit. There's a nearly silent chuckle behind him, the puff of Brad's warm breath hitting the back of his neck. He must be leaning forward in his seat. Nate does the same, trying to get further away from him.
The second note lands immediately. Brad must have had it written and ready.
Woke up so hard, couldn't even make it to the shower before jacking off.Nate suppresses the groan in his throat, shifts in his seat. There's another huff of
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Re: b/n; a letter does not blushasimplechordDecember 11 2010, 03:19:51 UTC
:D :D :D
I love this. I can imagine Nate sitting there, red-faced all the way to the tips of his ears, and how much Brad enjoys leaning forward so that his breath brushes over Nate's neck and his ear, until Nate really couldn't say what the lecture contained, because all he could think about was Brad.
b/n; beforelickingbeadsDecember 9 2010, 16:05:35 UTC
...so this went somewhere totally different than intended. Er. Sorry?Q-Tip isn't the only one. He's just the most obvious, together with his better half. Christeson's eyes seem permanently glued wide open, like he can't believe his fucking luck, like this is the fantasy-promise made by the recruitment posters-nevermind a puny sword and dress blues, he's got one Nate fucking Fick for a CO
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Re: b/n; beforeidrilkaDecember 9 2010, 16:25:00 UTC
Oh, this is fantastic. I love the imagery, the way you use words. There's a sense of flow in your writing, you just go seamlessly from one image to another.
Never before. Never in theater, but never back in the world, either. Never with the burn under his ribs, constant and choking. Never with the sweating palms, the dreams, the automatic path his boots take, all of it pointing to Nate.
They all orbit around Nate, but he'll be damned if he lets Nate forget who he really belongs with.
Nothing else before, no one else after. I went back to re-read this fragment a couple of times, just for the sheer pleasure of the text. You feel the language. Amazing.
*___________* Nate, they all love you and I love you, too. ♥
This: In Iraq, they gravitate to Nate because there's a core of steel inside him that infects them even when they're all bitter and grim and so fucking tired. Because his quiet resolve bleeds into the air, so clear it would be embarrassing if they didn't love him for it.
Fuck it. I'll bring you all home because you are mine. ♥___♥
Normally I have a foot phobia, but this photo really caught my eye. The way the big toes overlap, and the sunlight on the blond hairs... yeah. It just looks like the subjects are really comfortable with where they are and with each other in that moment.
Yeah, I'm not all that into feet myself, but I agree with you. I love how the image suggest the intertwining of two people, the way it happens in bed sometimes, just with the feet. Really lovely. And the sunlight. Mmm.
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The first note drops in front of him before five minutes of the lecture have passed.
Nate's palm covers the scrap of paper. Professor Goldstein has his back to the room at the moment (he's the only one in the whole department who still uses the blackboard, and it would be cuter if it didn't mean they have to take all their notes by hand) but he could turn any moment, and Nate is sitting on the third row.
There's an expectant silence behind him.
Covertly, Nate tips his hand and glances at the note.
I dreamed about your mouth this morning.
Nate flushes. Goddamnit. There's a nearly silent chuckle behind him, the puff of Brad's warm breath hitting the back of his neck. He must be leaning forward in his seat. Nate does the same, trying to get further away from him.
The second note lands immediately. Brad must have had it written and ready.
Woke up so hard, couldn't even make it to the shower before jacking off.Nate suppresses the groan in his throat, shifts in his seat. There's another huff of ( ... )
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I love this. I can imagine Nate sitting there, red-faced all the way to the tips of his ears, and how much Brad enjoys leaning forward so that his breath brushes over Nate's neck and his ear, until Nate really couldn't say what the lecture contained, because all he could think about was Brad.
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That's the understatement of the year.
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Jealous!Brad/Nate; before.
And now I'm going back to finishing my yagkyas story...
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Never before. Never in theater, but never back in the world, either. Never with the burn under his ribs, constant and choking. Never with the sweating palms, the dreams, the automatic path his boots take, all of it pointing to Nate.
They all orbit around Nate, but he'll be damned if he lets Nate forget who he really belongs with.
Nothing else before, no one else after.
I went back to re-read this fragment a couple of times, just for the sheer pleasure of the text. You feel the language. Amazing.
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This:
In Iraq, they gravitate to Nate because there's a core of steel inside him that infects them even when they're all bitter and grim and so fucking tired. Because his quiet resolve bleeds into the air, so clear it would be embarrassing if they didn't love him for it.
Fuck it. I'll bring you all home because you are mine.
♥___♥
Thank you!
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Brad/Nate, reincarnation.
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They've been at this so long it's hard to tell what's post-coital and what's starting something.
Love the idea of this.
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This, with the final line, really defines their relationship, its inevitability despite all that eternity has in store for them.
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