Comment fics for all!
Mar. 1st, 2011 07:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coffeebuddhaMy muse has been completely and utterly dead lately. This wouldn't be that big of a deal except that I just signed up for three big bangs and still have about a dozen projects that I need to just get done already. So, in the interest of kicking my lazy muse in the ass, I'm opening the floor for some comment fics tonight. If you prompt it, I'll write something for it. Let's get this party started!
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Date: 2011-03-02 01:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-02 02:18 am (UTC)Kevin shrugs, his fingers plucking at tacky silver tape. "You know how it is. You're in college, you meet a girl, and you want her to like you, so you try something you never would have considered. Then it turns out you like it, so you keep at it, even after she dumps you for the fucking quarterback who only passes his classes because he has his brainiac roommate do all his work for him."
Javier blinks and kneels on the bed, the mattress dipping enough that Kevin's body sways toward him, his side brushing against his knee. "But you're not bitter at all," he says as he braces his hands on either side of Kevin's torso and leans down to suck an open mouthed kiss on the back of his neck. "Not you."
"Never me," Kevin says haughtily. He rolls over onto his back, his arms stretched above his back, and arches an eyebrow at Javier. "I'm goddamn magnificent, is what I am."
"Yeah you are," Javier agrees readily. When Kevin smirks, he ducks his head to mouth at the underside of his jaw. "Absofuckinglutely magnificent."
Kevin stretches underneath him for a moment, all hard, hot heat that makes Javier's head spin, then he's pushing Javier away and turning back over onto his stomach. "Later," he says, shooting Javier a wicked look. "Let me finish making this purse for your niece, and then all show you all the other things I liked to do with duct tape during college."
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Date: 2011-03-02 03:43 am (UTC)God I don't know whether to squee or cackle!
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Date: 2011-03-02 03:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-02 04:17 am (UTC)Damon approves. (he's mostly naked)
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Date: 2011-03-02 05:06 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-03-02 02:55 am (UTC)Reid's been playing some kind of weird Star Trek trivia game with a girl at the bar for the past half hour and Morgan is very much not jealous, thank you very much, no matter what Garcia might think. He just happens to really like looking at that corner of the bar. A lot. And frowning. Frowning is good. It helps build character. Just look at Hotch. The man is practically nothing but character, and does he ever crack a grin? No. There's no way it's coincidence.
So, he's not jealous, not even a little bit, but he can't quite keep from smirking when a man who's obviously the girl's boyfriend goes over and leads her away to a corner booth where they proceed to violate some public decency laws. And since that leaves Reid all by his lonesome, looking like someone just told him that Lucas is remaking the original Star Wars movies starring Charlie Sheen, Justin Bieber, and Snooki, Morgan takes the opportunity to sidle over next to him.
"Tough break." He thinks he manages to hit the right note of sympathy instead of outright glee. Reid barely spares him a look, instead sadly contemplating the nearly empty glass in his hand. "Here, let me get you another."
That gets Reid's attention and he starts to protest, but Morgan's already pulling his wallet out of his back pocket waving down the bartender.
9:30 pm
They're both drunk enough that pretty much everything is either extremely profound or hysterically funny and the bar stools they've been sitting on for the past hour are growing magically less sturdy. After Reid nearly topples off of his, nearly taking Morgan with him when he reaches out to steady him, they move to a booth. They're both having a little trouble walking in a straight line, so it makes sense to keep his arm around Reid's trim waist. You know, just to keep him up and moving.
And if he slides in next to him instead of sitting across from him, then that's just because he was already leaning forward and there's momentum and other sciencey things that Reid could explain, but Morgan can't. Not because he isn't smart, but because his lab partner in high school had been a real knockout with a penchant for low cut shirts and tiny skirts. And that shit is distracting. He tells Reid as much and is rewarded with a long, easy laugh, Reid's eyes falling half closed and his head tilting back so that Morgan can see the tempting, creamy line of his neck.
They've had a long day at Quantico and the alcohol is working him like a sedative, so he doesn't even have to fake a yawn. Reid gives him a puzzled look from under impossibly long eyelashes when his arm settles around his shoulders, but Morgan just grins sleepily. Then the waitress is bringing over their next round of drinks and Reid is suddenly more interested in Captain Morgan than Derek Morgan.
10:30 pm
Their feet are tangled together under the booth and Morgan's lightly stroking the toe of his boot over the inside of Reid's ankle. Reid's turned toward him, his face tilted toward Morgan's until their foreheads are nearly touching, and he's going on and on about some scientist whose name Morgan can't even pronounce. Morgan nods like he has a clue what Reid's talking about and traces a line up and down the side of Reid's neck with his thumb.
11:30 pm
"Wait, what?" Reid sputters down at the top of Morgan's head. His pants are loose, barely clinging to his narrow hips, and he has one hand braced on the brick alley wall behind him, the other twisted in the fabric of Morgan's shirt. "This is...what?"
Morgan refrains from rolling his eyes and noses at Reid's erection, grinning up at the other man when he lets out a low groan. "This, pretty boy, is the direct approach."
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Date: 2011-03-02 03:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-02 03:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-02 04:19 am (UTC)Brian and Justin approve (they aren't so naked, but we can imagine easily)
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Date: 2011-03-02 05:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-02 07:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-03-02 11:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-08 09:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-08 07:30 pm (UTC)Makes me want to go off into the 'net now, looking for M/R icons.....
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Date: 2011-03-08 09:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-02 02:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-02 03:40 am (UTC)He never suspects anything particularly drastic is going to happen when he and Javier Esposito-a man he only vaguely knows from around the precinct-are assigned to be partners. The guy is cocky and a little rough around the edges, but he's smart and as quick to buy a round of drinks as he is with a joke. They click, easily falling into the kind of partnership that normally takes years to build in a matter of months. There are ballgames and gaming marathons and nights where they do nothing but get shit faced and tell each other the kind of stories that only ever slip out when you've gone through half a bottle of tequila and are wearing an open dvd case as a hat.
If Kevin occasionally misses a service because he's hungover or asleep on Javier's couch, then he doesn't think that much of it. He just catches an evening service when his schedule allows and sometimes even bullies Javier into coming with him. Weekly dinners at his mom's still happen, come rain, shine, or homicide, but now Javier has a regular seat at the table and there's twice as much nagging about them being safe and maybe looking into a parking ticket or two for a friend of the family. Kevin regularly gets roped into babysitting for Javier's sister's kids, who Javier isn't allowed to watch alone after the Spaghetti and Superglue Incident. After a few months, he knows way more than he ever wanted to about Twilight and can play Barbie like a pro, but he can't bring himself to mind that much because afterward there's take out and Madden at Javier's.
Kevin stops going to confession. It's not a conscious decision, really. He just keeps putting it off for one more day, then another and another until the days stretch out into weeks and months. He wants to go, wants to feel the familiar peace that comes from showing the worst of himself to someone else and having them reassure him that he's still loved and wanted. Except that there's Javier, who knows about that time in college he spent a weekend completely out of his mind on cocaine and how terrified he'd been when his ex-girlfriend Julie had missed her period for nearly two months and how he'd once hotwired a car-not to steal, just to prove that he could. Javier, who knows all these things he's never spoken aloud and has never done anything but pass him another beer and tell him about the tattoo of Tweety Bird he has on his inner thigh from The Springbreak From Hell. So there's that, and then there's the fact that he can't quite figure out how to tell Father Kelly, who was at the hospital the day he was born, that his biggest sins lately are the dreams he's been having nearly constantly, filled with dark skin and heady moans and tangy sweat and sweet friction.
The first time Javier kisses him is after a case. There's blood on the toe of Kevin's shoe and the cuff of his pants and he'll probably have a pretty good black eye in the morning. He's tired and Javier's apartment is closer than his, so he follows him home, wondering if his leftover lasagna is still in the fridge of if Javier will have already eaten it. If it's gone, he's pretty sure Javier will have some Thai leftovers that he can snag.
He's hoping that the Thai will be that noodle dish with the crunchy peanut sauce when Javier rounds on him, backing him up against the wall. Javier's lips are softer than he'd expected, the kiss almost gentle. When he parts his lips for Javier's tongue, the other man tastes like old coffee and mint and damnation, and Kevin clutches him all the tighter and lets himself fall.
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Date: 2011-03-02 04:22 am (UTC)That was... yeah. Spectacular. Like... just... AWESOME!
Thank you, thank you, thank you! I really love when the societal and moral issues come into it, even though in an ideal world there wouldn't be any.
Love this. Love you. :)
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Date: 2011-03-02 05:10 am (UTC)An ideal world would be amazing, but a flawed world is more fun to write and more interesting to read about, imo. :)
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Date: 2011-03-02 05:45 am (UTC)I think all these comment fics are definitely helping you get your mojo back and I look forward to more Ryan/Espo or Shassie fics from you soon!!! :D
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Date: 2011-03-02 03:26 pm (UTC)Here's hoping!
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Date: 2011-03-02 04:33 am (UTC)(I don't have a lot of sweet and naked. May have to fix that)
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Date: 2011-03-02 05:13 am (UTC)You won't hear me complaining about the icon you did use. :D
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Date: 2011-03-02 02:18 am (UTC)I love you for filling my LJ with naked men. <3
Date: 2011-03-02 03:57 am (UTC)"I don't know."
"The door has always worked perfectly before, and then you move in and suddenly it's sticking and jamming. I have a meeting in less than an hour. What the fuck am I supposed to do?"
"I don't know. Christ, Brian, it's not like I booby trapped the door or something. And you're not the only one with places to be. I have a class to get to."
"..."
"..."
"I'm bored."
"It's been five minutes. Michael and Ben are on their way over. We'll be out of here soon."
"Only if they stop laughing long enough to make the drive."
"Brian..."
"I'm. Bored."
"Try on your shirts. That always makes you happy."
"The light bulb burned out. It's no fun if I can't see how good I look."
"If you haven't memorized how your body looks in every piece of clothing in this closet from every goddamn angle, then I'm the queen of England."
"Well, you're half right."
"Brian, I...what are you doing?"
"I told you I'm bored."
"Brian."
"What? You can't pretend you don't want to."
"That not the point. Michael and Ben are on their way-oh fuck!"
"Like I said, with the way they were laughing, it'll take a miracle to get them here at all."
"Shut up and do that again, you asshole."
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Date: 2011-03-02 04:38 am (UTC)(if I keep up this pace, I'll need more naked men icons. Such a rough life)
Re: I love you for filling my LJ with naked men. <3
Date: 2011-03-02 05:18 am (UTC)You're such a giver. &hearts
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Date: 2011-03-02 02:32 am (UTC)"10th Avenue Freeze Out"
Date: 2011-03-02 04:54 am (UTC)"Everybody grab a ro-oh-bot saw! I'm working on the blast hide, with my back to the wall!"
"There is no fucking way you aren't doing this on purpose," Danny grinds out between clenched teeth. Steve just takes another corner too sharp and continues singing. Loudly. And out of tune. And wrong.
"Tit devil freeze out! Tit devil freeze out!"
Danny's going to kill him. He's going to kill him like Steve's killed all his hopes and dreams of having a normal partnership with someone who doesn't think paperwork can be used for target practice and understands that tackling a bus is a stupid idea.
"Turn around the corner, things got real crappy fast."
Fine. Okay, fine, Danny decides, his hands tucked firmly under his arms so that he doesn't strangle Steve and end up killing them both. Let the bastard desecrate the Boss. Let him, because the next time Steve has one of his little bonfire beach parties, he's going to break up the bastard's surfboard and use it for kindling.
"When the change was made uptown and the big nose joined the band-"
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Date: 2011-03-02 05:10 am (UTC)Ty bb!
Re: "10th Avenue Freeze Out"
Date: 2011-03-02 05:19 am (UTC)&hearts
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Date: 2011-03-02 08:16 am (UTC)I know there are already a couple but can I request something where Espo speaks spanish? I love it when he does that! Maybe something from the ep the other week...
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Date: 2011-03-02 04:55 pm (UTC)***
Javier pauses inside the door to his apartment, a pizza box balanced on the palm of one hand, and glances between Kevin, who is exercising his catlike ability to stretch out enough to take up the entire couch despite his less than bulky form, and the television, which is playing some Spanish soap opera that his mom and sisters like.
"Bro," Javier asks slowly, not entirely certain he wants to know the answer. On screen, a woman in a sparkling evening gown slaps a man dressed like a pirate on his way to a disco. "What are you doing?"
Kevin wriggles around on the couch and pushes himself up on one elbow so that he can arch an eyebrow at Javier for full effect. "I'm watching tv."
A silent but obvious duh hangs at the end of that sentence. Javier ignores it. The remote's nowhere in sight, which means Kevin's probably laying on top of it, so Javier rolls his eyes, drops the pizza on the coffee table, and shoves Kevin's legs out of the way so that he can sit down. As soon as he's settled, Kevin flops back down on the couch and swings his feet up into Javier's lap.
"So, why are you watching this?"
Kevin shrugs, his focus entirely on some woman as she hurls a glass of wine across the room. "I just, I don't know, like listening to it."
Javier blinks and wraps a hand around one of Kevin's ankle, yanking him further down the couch and more on top of him. "Is that right? This in particular or just the Spanish?"
There's a short scuffle as Kevin tries to keep from falling off the couch, and then Javier has his fingers hooked through the other man's belt loops and a lapful of Kevin's ass. Kevin tries to look affronted, but the gleam in his eye completely ruins it. "What can I say?" he asks, shifting so that he's straddling Javier. "Spanish is hot."
"Oh, really?" Javier grins and nips at Kevin's jaw. "El gato es en mi pantalones."
Kevin shivers against him, his head dropping back so that Javier only needs to turn a little bit to suck a mark into pale skin. A collared shirt will cover that, he thinks. Well, mostly.
"El pollo azul es muy delicioso," he murmurs as he nuzzles and licks his way up Kevin's neck. Kevin's fingers curl into his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises, and when he grinds down, Javier sucks his earlobe into his mouth and bites. Kevin yelps, curling himself around his lover, his breathing loud and harsh against the dramatic music swelling on the television.
"No como berenjena por cena," Javier says against flushed skin and Kevin groans, pushing unsteadily to his feet.
"Fuck," he says brokenly, ripping off his shirt as he stumbles back a little. "Fuck. Get your ass in the bedroom. Now."
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Date: 2011-03-02 06:05 pm (UTC)Nom. <3
I also love how Javi is keeping a straight face :P
<3 <3 <3
heee. <3
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Date: 2011-03-02 07:57 pm (UTC)&hearts Thanks again for translating my ridiculous sentences into Spanish! You are my Deirest and I love you. &hearts
Also, I have a new icon and it makes me giggle! :3
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Date: 2011-03-02 10:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-02 10:47 pm (UTC)