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<\/a>bombsreverse<\/b><\/a><\/span>Pairing:<\/b> Kirk\/McCoy AOS
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)<\/b>
Summary:<\/b> Modern day rugby AU; So far it’s been fast, dirty, furious, by the time half rolls around he’s sporting a black eye and their captain has a split eyebrow that’s been hastily taped back together. Jim’s having the time of his life. <\/i>
Previous Chapters:<\/b> One<\/a>
a\/n:<\/b> I can't believe that it's been a month since I posted the first part... sorry for the delay. Thank you to everyone who read the last part.
a\/n #2:<\/b> I changed the end of the last part slightly at the end.
a\/n #3:<\/b> Thanks needs to be given to
<\/a>xsaturated<\/b><\/a><\/span> who pointed out the rhyme that allowed Jim to be a little devious.Late in September Jim\u2019s sprawled across Gaila\u2019s bed with his feet in her lap under the guise of studying for their Stats course. What he\u2019s really doing is tapping his pen against the page he\u2019s supposed to be reading while he eyes his phone; waiting for a response to the text he\u2019d sent Bones that morning.
He reaches over and grabs the phone, sliding the screen open to check and see if Bones has texted him without his knowledge. He hasn\u2019t. Huffing, Jim tosses the phone back on the comforter, glaring at it as he drums his pen harder against the page.
\u201cWould you stop?\u201d Gaila\u2019s roommate snaps out the request and turns to glare at him over her shoulder from where she\u2019s positioned at her desk. Jim holds the pen still in his hand and resists the urge to stick his tongue out at her as Gaila lays a soothing hand against his calf. Jim turns as she lifts her hand back up and twists the riotous curls into a bun at the nape of her neck and grins at him.
\u201cJim is anxious about a text message that he sent this morning, and the recipient hasn\u2019t responded to his request for coffee on Saturday so he\u2019s trying to quietly freak out.\u201d Jim swats at her feet and she laughs as she pulls them away, curling them under herself, tugging the book back into her lap and poking at her calculator.
\u201cDon\u2019t you have a game in Mississippi? Who did you ask for coffee?\u201d Uhura\u2019s turned right around in her seat now, feet hanging over the edge in one of the most informal positions Jim\u2019s ever seen her in and he starts lightly.
\u201cTell me your first name and I\u2019ll tell you who I asked for coffee.\u201d Jim\u2019s smirk is diminished as Gaila chirps \u201cLeonard McCoy!\u201d just as he finishes talking.
He reaches out and slaps gently at the bare skin of Gaila\u2019s legs as she laughs and rolls gracefully off the bed, crossing the room to sink into the chair next to Uhura\u2019s, grin spread wide across her face. Uhura\u2019s eyebrow climbs up towards her hairline in a move so similar to Spock that Jim\u2019s about to make a comment about picking up significant other\u2019s habits when the look on her face changes to something akin to glee and Jim turns cautious.
\u201cIsn\u2019t Leonard McCoy the captain for the University of Mississippi?\u201d She\u2019s smirking and Jim feels like he\u2019s being hunted.
\u201cWouldn\u2019t that be like fraternizing with the enemy or something?\u201d Gaila\u2019s grin is just as predatory and Jim fights the urge to curl himself into the corner where Gaila\u2019s bed meets the wall.
\u201cThanks Gaila.\u201d Jim mutters the words and this time does stick his tongue out eliciting another golden laugh from the tiny engineer. He\u2019s just starting back into the equations when his phone dings and buzzes across the bed. The muscles in his neck twinge as he snaps his head up to look at the phone but all he can do is stare, in that moment of hesitation Gaila\u2019s across the room and snatching the phone as Jim scrambles.
She holds it away from him and dances across the room as she slides it open and Jim tugs the blanket up and over his head. He groans when he hears her giggle but at the same time it gives him hope, he really doesn\u2019t think that Gaila has it in her to laugh at his misery if he was rejected. It gets quiet in the room and then Jim jumps when his phone connects to his ribs.
\u201cI don\u2019t think I want to read it yet. I\u2019ll just wait a couple more hours.\u201d His voice is muffled through the blanket even to his own ears but he can hear Uhura\u2019s exasperated sigh clear as day.
\u201cJust read it.\u201d He pulls the blanket away from his face and glares at the phone where it sits innocently atop the comforter. Cautiously he reaches out before snatching the phone up like the cloth it\u2019s resting on might burn him. Sliding open the phone he takes a deep breath before he clicks on the message that Bones sent.
sry it took so long, i had labs all morning and then clinic hours. coffee sounds amazing, are u coming in the night b4 or day of?<\/i>
Jim\u2019s grin is probably verging on maniacal as texts back with the time that the team is due to arrive.
Thirty minutes later when he still hasn\u2019t gotten any work done and still hasn\u2019t managed wipe the grin off his face Uhura throws him out of their room.
----
Jim\u2019s a half hour early to the coffee shop where Bone\u2019s had said to meet him but after Spock had found his jersey he figures that it was best if he made himself scarce. So when Bones himself walks in not even five minutes later he\u2019s surprised.
\u201cBones! What are you doing here?\u201d There\u2019s a half grin on the other man\u2019s mouth and his eye brow is climbing up his forehead, and fuck, that really shouldn\u2019t be that hot but it\u2019s making Jim\u2019s stomach clench.
\u201cI really could ask you the same thing.\u201d One if the girls at the counter hands McCoy a cup before he can order and he grants her a smile and a tip as he takes the mug, she blushes at him and Jim finds himself inexplicably jealous... and glaring.
\u201cI may have pissed off a team mate and I figured that it would be best if I vamoosed.\u201d Jim\u2019s grinning again and can\u2019t help the surge of pride that he feels as he wraps his fingers around the sharpie still in his pocket. He should probably get rid of the evidence if he wants to claim any form of innocence. They settle into chairs and Jim grins a little bit at the ease in which they\u2019ve fallen into this camaraderie. No awkward small talk, no scuffling feet, just easy conversation.
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d Jim lets himself smirk and Leonard has the good grace to look a little cautious.
\u201cI added to a fellow team mate\u2019s jersey...\u201d he trails off and pointedly looks away from Leonard as he sips from his coffee. What he\u2019d really done was write \u201cSPOCK THE LOCK\u201d in block letters across the gold band above Spock\u2019s number on their long sleeved jersey. When Spock had found it and Jim saw the barely restrained fury he had bolted off the bus. Jim lets his eyes rest on the other man again and his eyes are sparkling with amusement but there is a little bit of a scowl there. \u201cIt\u2019s not even the jersey we\u2019re wearing today!\u201d
Leonard huffs out an unwilling laugh and Jim counts it as a win.
\u201cInfant,\u201d the insult is tossed but the smile is filled with easy affection.
At the end of the date Jim had shyly (for him) issued the invitation for Bones to meet him at his hotel room, his single<\/i> room, after the game. Sometimes it pays to be obnoxiously chipper... all the time. So he\u2019s listening for the knock at the door but he still jumps lightly when it sounds over the noise of the TV.
He scrambles off the bed to the door and looks through the peep hole. Bones is standing on the other side with his hands shoved in his pockets as he peers up and down the hallway, the band-aid covering the stitches in his cheek is bright against the tan skin and he can see the white tape around his broken fingers. Jim scowls and yanks the door open, ready to give him shit about not using the secret knock, which was a genius idea thankyouverymuch<\/i>.
All thoughts however are short circuited when Leonard shoves him back into the room and then against the wall, mouths clashing together before a tongue slips into his mouth and plunders as Leonard grinds his hips against Jim\u2019s. When Leonard finally pulls away Jim\u2019s more than half hard and panting as he eyes the other man, fingers twitching against his thighs as he tries to form thoughts that aren\u2019t just variations of \u2018holy fuck that mouth!\u2019
\u201cYou lost today, how can you be in this good of a mood?\u201d Apparently that\u2019s both the wrong and best possible thing he could have said, all rolled into one, because McCoy growls low in his throat before sinking teeth into Jim\u2019s clavicle and bodily lifting him off the floor.
By the time Jim\u2019s back hits the bed and Bones is crawling over him, he\u2019s not capable of coherent thought.
-----
Jim\u2019s last game of the fall season happens at home in early November, the fog the blanketed the city in the summer has cleared out completely and they\u2019re in the last couple of weeks of clear skies and warmth before the rain rolls in. Jim turns his face to the sky and grins, it\u2019s gonna be a good game. He can feel it.
Not even five minutes after the game starts he\u2019s throwing himself over the try line with a grin so wide he feels like his face is going to split. He rolls over onto his back and Spock\u2019s standing above him offering his hand, the corners of his mouth twitch in what might be a smile and Jim can feel his own growing.
Spock hauls him to his feet and they jog to their positions for the dropped kick that will bring them back into play. Sulu grins at him as they pass one another, and claps his hand down on Chekov\u2019s shoulder as he falls into place next to him. The official blows the whistle and the fly-half from the other team kicks the ball, Jim\u2019s moving on instinct and is there in time for the ball to sail perfectly into his arms. He looks down the field monitoring the other players.
He follows Riley as the smaller man skirts down the edge of the field and that\u2019s when he sees him. It\u2019s enough of a shock that he slows down from the flat run he\u2019s in to a jog that lets the full back from the other team come at him from an angle and wrap his arms around Jim\u2019s waist. Jim goes down hard and the balls flies from his hands, thankfully into Mitchell\u2019s as he runs towards the try line before getting forced out of play.
Jim hauls himself to his feet and lets his eyes move back through the crowd, stopping when they land on Bones. The other man has his hand stuffed in his mouth and even at this distance Jim can sees the laughter on his face. He drops his hand from his mouth and holds it up by his hip, fingers wiggling in a small wave as a smile dances across his mouth.
Jim\u2019s brain\u2019s still not working quite right and he\u2019s not sure if it\u2019s from the shock of seeing Bones or his head hitting the ground but he lifts his hand up and waves back. Bones just grins and sits back down in his seat.
He moves on autopilot until the whistle blows for half time, and immediately breaks into a run that brings him to where Bones is standing. He ignores Pike from where he\u2019s bellowing at him from their bench and falters a little when he finally reaches McCoy.
\u201cWhat are you- Why are you- What?<\/i>\u201d McCoy laughs and steps forward into Jim\u2019s space, fingers wrap around the hip that\u2019s not visible to his bench.
\u201cI finished that paper really early and then jumped in my Jeep. I even skipped my classes for this.\u201d He squeezes gently and Jim leans unconsciously into the touch as the other man shrugs one shoulder. \u201cIt\u2019s your last game.\u201d
\u201cYou drove most of the way across the country for my last game!?\u201d Jim boggles a little at the prospect and Bones just shrugs again like it was no big deal. \u201cYou... you...\u201d Jim can\u2019t decide between \u2018fucking glorious<\/i> man\u2019 and \u2018insufferable ass\u2019 so he just surges forward and presses a hard kiss against Bones\u2019 lips, tongue plunging into the mouth that he hasn\u2019t seen in close to a month. When he pulls back he thunks his forehead gently against McCoy\u2019s and pointedly ignores the catcalls coming from his own bench.
\u201cPay more attention in the next half, yeah? Victory sex is so much better than consolation sex.\u201d It shocks a laugh out of Jim and he presses another quick kiss against the corner of McCoy\u2019s mouth before pulling away and running back to his team.
When he reaches the bench Pike raises an eyebrow and he shrugs in response as he lets his mind wander to just how many people in his life talk with their eyebrows.
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Author:<\/b>
<\/a>bombsreverse<\/b><\/a><\/span> Pairing:<\/b> Kirk\/McCoy AOS
Rating: PG-13<\/b> (for now, will probably hit NC-17)
Summary:<\/b> Modern day rugby AU – So far it’s been fast, dirty, furious, by the time half rolls around Jim’s sporting a black eye and their captain has a split eyebrow that’s been hastily taped back together. Jim’s having the time of his life. <\/em>
a\/n:<\/b> So this started out as what it is now, then morphed into an RPF 5+1 with Karl as an All Blacks player then came back to this. Unbeta-ed so any and all mistakes are my own, con-crit is always welcomed. Probably 2 or 3 more parts to come.
Quick and Dirty Rugby Primer:<\/b> Two teams of fifteen players play against one another to score tries (when the ball is touched down over the try line) which are worth five points. If a try is made the team can attempt a conversion which is done by kicking the ball through the posts for two points. The other way to score is a drop kick, or penalty kick through the posts during normal play which are both worth three points.
Half the team are forwards and are generally the larger, stronger players responsible for stealing the ball and they make up the positions in the scrum. The other half are backs, generally smaller and faster they tend to make a lot of the running plays. The fly half connects the two lines. The props bind onto the hooker in the front row of the scrum, giving them the opportunity to hook the ball with their feet and push it out of the scrum and into their team’s possession.
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Jim walks up to the side of the field at Starfleet Academy with his hands shoved in his pockets, grinning at the rhythmic thumps of the players hitting the practice dummies. He manages to watch the practice unnoticed for a few more minutes before a man with steel grey hair catches his eyes and smirks, lifting the whistle to his lips and sounding it twice.
“Gentlemen! I want to introduce you to our new fly half! This is Jim Kirk.” Pike lifts a hand in Jim’s direction and as one the other nineteen players turn to stare at him. He lifts his hand and etches a small salute; smirk still firmly in place as he puts up with the assessing stares being levelled at him. “Alright boys, back to practice. Sprints, standing starts then flat starts, get to it.” He turns his gaze back to Jim and grins, “You too Kirk, I hope you came ready to play.” Jim drops his bag and tugs off his sweater.
“I was born ready.” Pike’s grin morphs into a smirk to match Jim’s and he nods as Jim runs out to join the other players.
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The first game that Jim gets to play is three games into the season against the University of Mississippi and they’re... really not what he was expecting going into it. He’s done his research and their scores up to this year have been average at best, but they’ve got a new captain that seems to have made all the difference in the world, a fourth year student that’s been playing first line prop the whole time he’s been at the school.
So far it’s been fast, dirty, furious, and by the time half rolls around Jim’s sporting a black eye and their captain, Matthews, has a split eyebrow that’s been hastily taped back together. Everyone is covered head to foot in grass stains and mud.
Jim’s having the time of his life.
“We’re pretty even on possession and the scrums have been okay...” Matthews huffs and scrubs a hand across his chin. “Look, our line outs have been better than theirs and their fly half keeps dropping the ball three steps out, we just need to make sure that we’re right there when he does. And their scrum half is good but they don’t protect him nearly enough so if we can get in there somehow we’ve got the game.”
Everyone’s nodding and Jim grins. “Great pep talk, Cupcake!”
Matthews sneers back and responds with, “Anytime, Sunshine!” before wrapping a hand around Sulu’s arm and tugging him over to the team medic to have a his shoulder looked at before the play starts again. Jim breathes deeply and bends forward to press his palms flat against the ground when another player walks up beside him. He turns his head to take in the inverted figure of Spock, one of the locks.
“Why do you insist on tormenting Matthews like that?” Spock’s got his hands linked behind his back, pushing them upwards to stretch out his shoulders.
“Because I’m the flyhalf so I can get away with it, and it’s kind of like a game we play...” Jim grins when one of Spock’s eyebrows makes a bid for his hairline and then just claps him on the shoulder when the whistle blows, making his way back out to the field. He maps out where he wants the kick to go as the ref hands him the ball, by the time the whistle sounds the start of play Jim’s ready. He feels the ball connect right in the way he wants and grins as he runs to follow it.
The other team’s hook grabs the ball and makes it a few yards before he’s passing it to their captain and Jim’s right there, he manages to wrap an arm around the other player’s stomach and launches all his weight, he can feel the other player’s momentum stop and then they go down when Chekov adds his weight to Jim’s. The ruck forms around them and Jim’s buried under the weight of his teammates and the other team’s players, he can feel his knee connect with something hard just as the ref’s whistle blows to stop the play.
The other players climb off him slowly and he’s suddenly face to face with the Ole Miss captain, his hazel eyes wild and slightly unfocused as blood drips down his temple. “You okay?” Jim’s asking the question before he can think better of it and the other man focuses his gaze on Jim.
“I may throw up on ya.” Jim starts and then blinks as the man lifts himself to his knees and then his feet. He’s still sitting slightly dumbfounded when the ref wiggles the ball in front of his face, trying to hand it to him for the penalty kick at the goal. Jim gives his head a shake and stands, taking the ball in hand.
He’s still not really thinking clearly when his foot connects with the ball but the kick is good and he breathes out a sigh of relief. Matthews claps a hand down on his shoulder and gives him a look, Jim just shakes his head and focuses on the game again.
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Jim tips the beer back and pulls deep, grinning around the mouth of the bottle when he catches Chekov smirking at Riley as they both toss back a sixth shot of vodka and Riley sways on his feet. They have the night in Oxford near the campus so they decide to celebrate their win in the bottom of shot glasses and beer bottles. They came out 23-21 in the end so it’s not a big win by a long shot but it was a fun game to play.
When the captain from the Ole Miss team drops into the seat beside him and orders a glass of whiskey he lifts his beer bottle in a salute. The other man lifts one of his eyebrows in a movement that is eerily similar to Spock and tips his glass in return as it makes it into his hand. They drink beside each other quietly for a few minutes before Jim thunks down an empty bottle and buys another round for both of them as he turns to face the prop.
“Thanks for not throwing up on me.” Jim takes in the other man’s features, the hazel eyes that are leaning more towards green right now. Full lips that would look at home in more feminine features but for some reason work really well with the three day old scruff and the bruise blooming across his jaw line. “Concussion?”
The man grunts in response and eyes Jim over his glass as he leans back in the chair.
“Should you be drinking with a concussion?” The man raises his eyebrow again as he brings the glass to his lips and Jim raises his hands in supplication. He just watches the other man for a few minutes before he juts out his hand, “Jim Kirk, fly half.” The other man eyes it for about five seconds longer than Jim is comfortable with before taking it in his own.
“McCoy, Leonard McCoy, prop.” They end up talking rugby for the next three rounds, talking about how they got into it. Jim had a teacher in high school that figured, correctly, that there were some anger issues so she told him to go out for rugby, it had helped her. Leonard’s friends had dared the future doctor to go out and do some harm instead of healing, lo and behold he loved the sport from the start.
“I’ll be back, gotta hit the head.” Jim levers himself off the stool and walks towards the bathroom, halfway there his shoulder bumps into another patron’s and before the apology is even out of his mouth a fist is smashing into his face with a crack like a green twig snapping. He reacts automatically and lodges his fist in the other guy’s stomach.
Then his team is in the fray and Jim’s started an honest to god bar brawl. He’s ducking another punch when a hand wraps around his wrist and pulls him hard towards the back of the bar. He clears the fight and sees Leonard is the one that’s pulling him towards a door at the back. They stumble out into the alleyway and Jim really starts to feel the throb of his nose, the tickle of blood dripping off his chin.
“Umb...” He lifts his hand up to his face and prods gently at the sides of his nose, wincing when the pain lances through his entire head. Leonard turns around and his eyes widen slightly before he grabs Jim’s chin and tilts it towards the light coming down from the streetlights. His breath puffs out and Jim smells mint and whiskey, making his knees a little weak despite the pain that’s radiating through his entire upper body now as brand new fight wounds mix with the bruises and strained muscles from the game.
“You need to get your nose set or it’s gonna fuck up the whole pretty boy thing you’ve got goin’.” Leonard lets go of Jim and then jerks his chin towards the end of the alley. “Com'on.”
Jim shrugs and follows him towards the apartment complex that’s just down the street, climbing up two floors and then Leonard’s slotting a key into the deadbolt and pushing open the door.
“Stay there for a second; I don’t want you bleedin’ all over my floor.” Jim nods and waits where he’s told, Leonard comes back with a dish towel and tosses it to Jim before motioning him towards a threadbare couch. Jim toes off his shoes and then goes to sit down, unabashedly staring at the pictures and the text books scattered around the room. He can hear clanging in the kitchen and then the sound of the fridge door opening and closing, he tracks Leonard’s path around his kitchen as more cupboards open and close and then the water running.
When Leonard comes back into the room he has a bowl of water and package of gauze. He pulls the coffee table close enough that he can sit on it and sets the bowl down beside him before reaching out and gently pulling the towel away from Jim’s face. He grabs a piece of the gauze and dips it in the water before swabbing across Jim’s nose, making him inhale sharply at the sudden stab of pain.
“Sorry.” Jim shrugs and Leonard continues to wash away the blood.
“So, how bad is it doc?” Jim’s eyes are crossing as he tries to look at the damage and Leonard huffs out a breath of laughter.
“Well it’s definitely broken, but I can set it for you and it should heal pretty straight.” Jim’s suddenly aware of how close Leonard’s face is to his own. The smell of whiskey is still on his breath and Jim wonders idly if his mouth still tastes like it, his eyes flicker down to his lips and then back to Leonard’s eyes. The other man blinks and then clears his throat before pulling away and Jim suddenly feels bereft. He clears his throat again and then mumbles something indistinct about spoons before he stands up and goes back into the kitchen. Jim leans back on the couch and lets his head fall back, breathing shaky as he tries to calm his nerves.
When Leonard comes back he’s got two metal spoons clutched in his hands. He sits back down on the coffee table and leans forward, setting the bottoms of the frozen spoons on either side of Jim’s nose.
“This is gonna hurt.” Jim’s just about to ask what the fuck he’s gonna do with spoons<\/i> when Leonard presses the utensils hard against both sides, forcing the bone back into place with a sickening crunch and Jim howls as the pain lances right through his skull.
“Don’t be such an infant.” Leonard leans forward and grabs his chin between his fingers again, inspecting his work. “It looks like the bone is set pretty straight.”
There’s a crackle of something between them when Leonard’s eyes shift back to Jim’s again and he squirms under Leonard's fingers. The other man jerks away like he's been burned and clears his throat. Suddenly awkward Jim blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind.
"Thanks Bones." Hazel eyes widen comically and his eyebrow climbs up his forehead again.
"Bones?" He sounds incredulous and Jim laughs.
"Well, you fixed mine, so..." Jim trails off and shrugs, laughing again when Bones starts muttering about damn fool kids.
Next Part<\/a><\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:11522","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/11522.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=11522"}}],"title":"Holy Shit!","published":"2010-08-12T02:17:57Z","updated":"2010-08-12T02:17:57Z","content":"I haven't updated since may, what the hell?
I could understand the last month and a half because I've been at camp but the time before then? Major slackage.
Should be back on a semi-consistent basis now."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:11438","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/11438.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=11438"}}],"title":"today (a day late) you get more e.e. cummings","published":"2010-05-25T16:14:50Z","updated":"2010-05-25T16:14:50Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"camping"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"work"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"orangeville days"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"stoked"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"poetry mondays"}}],"content":"if i should sleep with a lady called death
get another man with firmer lips
to take your new mouth in his teeth
(hips pumping pleasure into hips)
seeing how the limp huddling string
of your smile over his body squirms
kissingly, i will bring you every spring
handfuls of little normal worms.
dress deftly you flesh in stupid stuffs,
phase the immense weapon of your hair.
understanding why his eye laughs,
i will bring you every year
something which is worth the whole
an inch of nothing for your soul.
Just wrapped up the May 24 weekend, we went camping, as always it was a lot of fun. Camping is probably my favourite thing to do in the summer and the Elora Gorge Conservation Area is quickly becoming my top place to camp in Ontario. It's not too far from home and the specific site that we keep going back to is gorgeous, plus tubing down the gorge in the summer time is awesome.
I don't have a lot going on but at the same time there is a tonne. I need to get a whole bunch of stuff done before I leave for camp next month, and Sam's birthday is coming up so I am heading to London next week and can't really get anything done before then because it takes a little bit of time. That and I'm waiting for my tax return to come in so that I can start getting things together for when I leave for camp. I also need to go to Kingston to get somethings done so there is a lot of travelling in. a short amount of time with a tonne of other things to do along side of it. Regardless, I am really<\/b><\/i> excited for camp."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:11152","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/11152.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=11152"}}],"title":"John Keats and many other things","published":"2010-05-10T23:47:29Z","updated":"2010-05-10T23:48:01Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"work"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"orangeville days"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"poetry mondays"}}],"content":"John Keats.
John Keats.
John,
Please put your scarf on.
-J.D. Salinger
I passed the first aid course so I am now certified! Woot! I also have a job interview with an overnight camp that is for kids with learning disabilities and behavioral needs, I am excited. That's really about all that's happened so far. "},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:10835","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/10835.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=10835"}}],"title":"i carry your heart with me - e.e. cummings","published":"2010-05-03T21:05:56Z","updated":"2010-05-03T21:45:40Z","category":{"@attributes":{"term":"poetry mondays"}},"content":"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are what ever a moon has always meant
and what ever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's kept the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) "},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:10525","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/10525.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=10525"}}],"title":"Home For Now","published":"2010-05-03T17:32:38Z","updated":"2010-05-03T17:33:18Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"guh"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"work"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"orangeville days"}}],"content":"Exams are done! It's summer time!
But now I have to find a job.
So I finished up exams on Thursday and that night we hung around the apartment drinking there, never did make it out to the bar like we planned but it was a good night. And then on Saturday night Erica invited me to go with her to Adam's place since it was his last night in town as well. It reminded me a lot of the people that I hung around with in high school, so despite meeting everyone (except Adam) for the first time that night it was a little nostalgic. I learned a new drinking game that's based on baseball which was actually a lot of fun to play and I'm thinking that it's something I'm going to have to pass on to some people.
Currently back at my parent's place, I have first aid training all day tomorrow and the next day and then I REALLY need to find work for the summer. I can't go another year not working, especially if I want to get to New Zealand at the end of next year.
Guh, jobs just seem to hate me. The most common jobs are in restaurants but they want people with experience, which I don't have. I haven't worked in a restaurant since I was 15, I went from hostess to administration for the next few summers so that's where most of my experience lies. Hopefully I find something... anything?"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:10453","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/10453.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=10453"}}],"title":"Haven't Posted","published":"2010-04-29T16:56:09Z","updated":"2010-04-29T16:56:09Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"school"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"london days"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"job hunting"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"birthday"}}],"content":"I haven't posted in close to a month now but it's been super busy. I've written three exams in the last week and spent the two weeks before that getting ready to write them. I have one more exam tonight and then I'm done for the year, but next week I have two days of first aid\/CPR training and I still need to find a job for the summer. That's what the next couple of days are going to be all about.
Other than school there have been a couple of birthdays, Erica turned 21 at the beginning of the month and it was a little bit of a shit show but it was a lot of fun none the less and then Monday was my Dad's 45th birthday, which was not a shit show but was none the less still fun. I took him out for lunch and then we were supposed to have dinner at home but we accidentally burnt the ribs and ended up having Chinese food for dinner.
That's honestly all that's really happened, my life is boring during finals."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:10074","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/10074.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=10074"}}],"title":"Procrastination Thy Name Is LJ","published":"2010-04-08T15:19:31Z","updated":"2010-04-08T15:40:31Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"movies"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"really now?"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"what the actual fuck?"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"orangeville days"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"london days"}}],"content":"
So class for this year end today for me. I'm this --| |-- close to being finished my third year. I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. I still have no clue what I am going to do with myself after next year.
Easter was good, dinner with the extended family, lots of chocolate and they managed to convince me to get some new clothing. It's actually feminine? This never happens! Great Grandma's birthday was also really good, I don't know if I mentioned it. I knew all of like four people there that weren't my immediate family but Mom moved around the room talking with people she hasn't seen in year and Grandma Annie seemed to love it so all was well.
Monday I brought Pedro (my car) back to London with me and the parking spot I have been using was occupied so I squeezed between Souvlaki man's posts and the side of our building to park on the property that belongs to our building. Souvlaki man freaked out. <\/em>He came and banged on the door and then proceeded to yell at me about parking there despite the fact that Pedro was on my fucking property. At any rate we fought and then I eventually moved the car and parked in the pay lot out back, went to bed around midnight and then had to wake up at quarter to six so that I could move the car before I got a ticket. So I hauled my ass out of bed and ran through the torrential rain, hopped in the car only to look up and see that someone had taken a swing at my windshield and cracked the shit out of it. Just a little too co-incidental if you ask me, so I filed a police report and drove back to Alton for the second time within twelve hours. For now Pedro is home for good, or until I figure something else out. Just a little more than pissed off. This makes getting to AO really difficult and teen group is finally starting up again. \/rant
I've seen a bunch of movies lately so quck reviews:
Alice in Wonderland<\/strong> 2\/5 Title: <\/strong>Apples So school is kind of a little crazy already.
In all honesty it was really only OK, I went in expecting a lot more from Tim Burton. I mean it was good but it wasn't spectacular. The best part of it, in my opinion, is the March Hare, not Depp as the Hatter, not Helena B.C. as the Red Queen, but Paul Whitehouse voicing the March Hare. The little doormouse was also really good, the secondary characters in general kind of stole the show.
Clash of the Titans<\/strong> 3.5\/5
For a remake it was pretty good. In regards the recent actions flicks... it was still pretty good. It was a little bit slow in parts but watching 20 feet of Sam Worthington more than makes up for it. They bent fact a little for the movie which kind of irked me (Perseus is Poseidon's son, not Zeus') but it was still done well. Hades may have been my favourite from the actor side, Fiennes did a really good job.
How to Train Your Dragon <\/strong>5\/5
<\/strong>By far the best movie that I've seen in a while. It moved along quickly (which is expected in a children's movie, gotta keep em entertained) but it was REALLY well done. There was a lot of humour and quick wit, a lot of things in there for the adults (which again is common in kid's movies but this was really good for it). The dragons were varied and hilarious in parts, the voice actors were phenomenal, like all kids movies there was a good take home message. And in all honesty it scratched my viking itch which makes it even better in my books.<\/p>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:9744","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/9744.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=9744"}}],"title":"Dear KU","published":"2010-03-27T02:56:49Z","updated":"2010-03-27T02:56:49Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"thank you very much"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"london days"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"karl urban"}}],"content":"Dear Mr Urban,
First, please let go of my hormones, you're doing awful things to them.
Second, as much as I love your southern drawl as Bones, you need to take on more roles where you can use your own, gorgeous Kiwi accent.
Thank you very much."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:9707","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/9707.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=9707"}}],"title":"This That and Everything! + a video","published":"2010-03-24T02:08:57Z","updated":"2010-03-24T02:08:57Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"school"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"volunteering"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"london days"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"happy making"}}],"content":"
Finally watching Charlie Bartlett and that is my favourite moment thus far. Kind of makes my life.
So everything is crazy busy again, tonnes of class etc. I'm trying to get work for the summer so that I have something called money. It would be a nice thing. Alicia thinks that she can get me some social work I just need to get my resume and cover letter to her. I did some volunteering with them last week which was a lot of fun, then there is an Easter party this coming Saturday.
St. Patrick's Day was a tonne of fun, I didn't have class so I volunteered in the morning and then started drinking when I got home and then we continued to drink until like two in the morning. It was stunning outside so we spent most of the afternoon sitting on the roof and then we wandered around London a little bit.
This past weekend was Great Grandma Annie's 90th birthday so I went to Kingston with the family for that, it took up the whole weekend, 16 hours of driving in less than 48.
That's about it for now. "},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:9329","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/9329.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=9329"}}],"title":"bombsreverse @ 2010-03-17T20:07:00","published":"2010-03-18T00:07:59Z","updated":"2010-03-18T00:07:59Z","content":"Happy St. Patrick's Day Loves!"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:9097","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/9097.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=9097"}}],"title":"No Dice","published":"2010-03-04T15:35:13Z","updated":"2010-03-04T15:35:13Z","category":{"@attributes":{"term":"london days"}},"content":"So I did the interview at the bar yesterday, probably not gonna get a second interview but that's okay. I got "this is a very competative job so don't be discouraged if we don't call you back..." Yeah okay. I don't get it, everyone wants to hire someone with experience, but no one is willing to hire someone without it so that they can gain it. It just kind of baffles me.
On the upside the weather has been stunning the last couple of days."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:8821","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/8821.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=8821"}}],"title":"Gah","published":"2010-03-02T03:26:00Z","updated":"2010-03-02T03:26:00Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"exams"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"london days"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"homework"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"hockey"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"happy making"}}],"content":"
It's getting busy!
So last week was a write off, I had two exams. Pretty sure that I bombed my first one but tonight we found out that everyone did horrendously so they are marking it easier AND if you do better on the final the midterm mark just disappears. I can save my average! Then I had my witchcraft exam which I think went better. I have another assignment due tomorrow as well that I haven't started yet. Late night tonight? I think so.
In other news that has nothing to to do with school: CANADA WON THE GOLD MEDAL IN MEN'S HOCKEY!<\/u><\/strong><\/span> We took back our gold baby! It was a really good game too aside from the OT, the USA had an open net and managed to score and tie it in the last 30 seconds of the game. Crosby scored for un in OT and we won! Not only bringing home another gold but setting a record for the most gold medals won by a country in any Olympic games. As soon as the game was over people came pouring out of TJ's and the Ceeps.
They closed down Richmond St from Oxford to Queen.
It. Was. Incredible.
That's really all that happened... oh, I have an interview at a bar on Wednesday and then this weekend I am supposed to be getting together with Leanne for coffee so it should be good fun."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:8452","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/8452.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=8452"}}],"title":"Back In London Town","published":"2010-02-22T19:26:32Z","updated":"2010-02-22T19:27:21Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"what the actual fuck?"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"london days"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"snowboarding"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"happy making"}}],"content":"So reading week at Horseshoe was incredible, we got in 3 solid days of snowboarding and we went tubing, for the most part the week was pretty much full. We left one night early though since we couldn't reschedual Val's last lesson of the year so we checked out on Friday night and started to drive, we got into London around 2am.
It was so incredibly worth the drive though, Val started to carve on Saturday and we took her up the lift onto Boler's green run called Easy Street. I adore her so much, she was so excited, the day was gorgeous the lesson was phenomenal and we definately ended the season on a REALLY good note. I want to try and send her a birthday card\/small present for her birthday in April, she turns 20 this year so it's a bigger one.
Now that we're back in London things are going to get a little bit crazy. The week started off with a bang since we got back and for some unkown reason our landlord V decided to turn off the heat before she left for Florida, leaving us with a freezing apartment and no way to get a hold of her. I did however get a hold of her lawyer and had him come in and turn the heat back on. I have an exam in four and a half hours time in my Astronomy class and then on Thursday I have another midterm in my Metaphysics class, I am a little bit worried about that one so we'll see how it goes. Then it is papers galore once again.
We also still have to find a new place to live for next year, we've got a few appointments at the end of the week to look at some places.
It's snowing like mad right now, we've gotten about 3 inches since I woke up this morning and it's still coming down strong"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:8211","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/8211.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=8211"}}],"title":"Horseshoe!","published":"2010-02-14T21:22:21Z","updated":"2010-02-14T21:22:21Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"friends"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"happy making"}}],"content":"So no update for a little while now, school's been really busy but we're currently at Horseshoe Valley for the week. We got here yesterday, no snowboarding as of yet but that's coming soon.
I'll do a better update in a little bit."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:8157","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/8157.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=8157"}}],"title":"Mine - Castiel\/Dean - NC-17","published":"2010-02-11T05:25:55Z","updated":"2010-02-13T04:44:38Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"fic: supernatural"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"pairing: dean\/castiel"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"nc-17"}}],"content":"Title: <\/strong>Mine <\/strong>[1\/1]
Author: ![\"[info]\"](\"https:\/\/l-stat.livejournal.com\/img\/userinfo.gif\")
<\/a><\/span><\/strong>bombsreverse<\/a><\/span>
Rating:<\/strong> NC-17
Genre and Pairing:<\/strong> Castiel\/Dean, PWP
Spoilers: <\/strong>Season 4 in brief mention to Sam's... relationships
Warnings:<\/strong> Sexual Situations
Word Count:<\/strong> 1,500
Disclaimer:<\/strong> I own nothing but the words, it's fiction
Summary:<\/strong> Written for Porn Battle IX, the prompts used were: tattoo, claim, and bruises
Castiel has this thing for Dean’s tattoo and Dean can’t quite figure it out, whenever Dean’s got his shirt off Castiel stares at it. At first Dean just brushed it off as one of those things that Castiel doesn’t quite get. When he’s still staring months later it’s starts to make Dean’s skin feel like its too tight and little elephants start to stomp around his stomach.
“Cas, stop it.” Castiel blinks and then looks up from the tattoo, catching Dean’s eye.
“Sorry.” Cas drops his eyes and Dean shrugs turning back to whatever show was on the television, tries not concentrate on the warmth pooling in the pit of his stomach. Then Castiel doesn’t show up for three months.
Every time the drapes flutter in the motel Dean looks up from whatever he’s doing, after the second time he starts to feel ridiculous but he can’t stop, after the fifth time Sam is rolling his eyes at him, after the twelfth time he’s clenching his fists in the sheets. Countless times later he has to force<\/i> himself not to look up and he’s grinding his teeth because he feels like a 13 year old girl.
Castiel finally pops back on a night when Sam has taken off with Ruby and Dean is in a foul fucking mood. He’s got a few beers under his belt already so when he turns around he’s ready to start snapping at Castiel just because he’s there, but he gets one look at the angel and his mouth goes dry.
Castiel is standing in the middle of the room in fucking armor, hard moulded leather with tarnished metal plating that clings across his torso like a second skin, the kilt is obscenely short and Dean’s treated to more pale skin than he’d ever witnessed on the angel, shoulders, biceps and thighs just taunting Dean with swaths of skin between purpling bruises that pepper the angel’s body.
“What’s the occasion Cas?” Dean goes for sarcastic because every feeling except for this sudden, blinding want<\/i> has fled his body. Castiel’s eyes are already focused on the tattoo on Dean’s chest and he finds himself taking an involuntary step backwards as Castiel takes a step forwards, hand clenching above the hilt of the sword slung low around his hips.
Dean’s breathing is suddenly shallow as Castiel takes another step forwards and skims his fingers over the black ink in Dean’s skin, fingers scorching a path as he traces the outline. Dean’s ready to snap at the angel again when he notices the tendrils of black that wind their way over Castiel’s neck, coming up from his back and dipping down towards his chest, crossing over the tendons and the dip at the base of his throat, and anything that Dean could have possibly said dies before it can be voiced.
This might, however, explain why Cas is so focused on his own tattoo.
Castiel looks up and Dean’s breath stutters in his chest, dark blue eyes pin him with a look that’s nothing but predatory and the grin that Castiel gives him is verging on savage. And really, Dean shouldn’t have forgotten that Castiel was born to be a warrior on the battle field.
“They cannot take you from me.” The hand on Dean’s chest presses firmly against the skin and the angel’s other hand winds through Dean’s hair, grabbing and pulling back, baring his throat. “You’re mine.” Castiel leans forward and licks a long stripe up the side of Dean’s neck before sinking his teeth into the muscle.
“Mine<\/i>.” Castiel literally growls the word and it goes straight to Dean’s cock as he whimpers. Castiel’s hand starts to roam across Dean’s chest and the lights in the room flicker out, he leans in and bites at Dean’s lips before sealing their mouths together and plunging his tongue into Dean’s mouth, pinning him against the dresser with his hips as he chases the last traces of beer around Dean’s mouth.
Dean’s panting when they pull apart, scrabbling at the leather ties that are holding Castiel’s armor together. Castiel’s mouth is pressed to the skin under Dean’s jaw and he groans, he still can’t get the fucking knots undone. The low growl in the back of Castiel’s throat is the only warning that Dean gets before he’s slung over the other man’s should and bodily deposited on the bed, Castiel looming over him. His eyes are wracking over Dean’s body and he’s reminded of a bird of prey as the angel’s wings flicker between this realm and the ones where they permanently exist. Castiel bites at his lips again then runs his tongue over the mark, soothing before he hooks his fingers under the band of Dean’s sleep pants and pulls them away as he steps back from the bed.
Staring at Dean he unclips the sword and it falls to the floor with a clatter. Running his hands along his sides Castiel smirks at the hitch in Dean’s breathing before tugging out the leather cord and pulling the breastplates over his head, revealing a myriad of sigils and runes tattooed across his chest and over his shoulders in unending lines, discoloured in some areas by bruises.
Cas skims his hands across his stomach, fingers splayed, thumb rubbing against the last of the tattoos, finger tips dipping just down past the edge of the kilt and Dean’s having a hard time breathing, his cock throbbing in time with his pulse.
Castiel’s grin is absolutely feral as he tugs the cord that’s holding the kilt together and it tumbles to the floor with a musical clang and just like that he’s standing bare to Dean’s roaming eyes. He doesn’t get to watch for long though as Castiel stalks back towards the bed and crawls over top of Dean, his body hovering mere inches above the other man’s.
“I won’t let them take you from me Dean.” The angel’s eyes are deadly serious so Dean nods even though he doesn’t know why. Castiel groans in the back of his throat again and presses down against Dean, rubbing miles of gloriously bare skin against his and there is liquid lightning pouring through Dean’s veins as their cocks line up.
Dean’s hands find Castiel’s shoulders, gripping tight and pressing into the edges of bruises making Castiel moan, hips stuttering. One of Dean’s hands moves up to tug at the dark strands of hair at the back of Castiel’s neck, digging short nails into the tender skin making Cas yelp lightly. One of the angel’s hands slides down Dean’s leg and the next thing he knows his knee is hooked over Castiel’s shoulder, the angel’s cock is rubbing at Dean’s entrance, teasing until Dean pulls the hair in his hand hard and hisses at Cas to do something, anything<\/i>.
He gets a breathy laugh in response and Castiel is slipping a finger into his body, already crooking it to brush against Dean’s prostate, setting off fireworks behind his eyes as he head presses back into the mattress, mouth falling open. Castiel’s breath is huffing across the damp skin of Dean’s neck as he adds a second and then third finger, spreading them and then twisting causing a hoarse shout to echo around the room as Dean clutches at anything he can reach, the edges of his vision turning white.
Castiel pulls his fingers out and grabs Dean’s hip, sliding in without a pause until he’s buried completely in Dean, breath gasping out as his eyes fall closed and his mouth drops open. Dean hooks his other heel against the back of Castiel’s thighs and digs in, urging the angel to move. He pulls out almost all the way and slams back in almost violently and Dean can almost hear the ringing of swords as Castiel thrusts into him again.
Leaning up Dean runs his tongue along the edge of a tattoo that graces Castiel’s shoulder and really the ink in the angel’s skin shouldn’t be that fucking hot but it makes pleasure coil white hot in the pit of Dean’s stomach. He sinks his teeth into the pale skin between tattoos, breaching the skin and tasting blood as he claims his own piece of skin and Castiel grunts, fingers digging into Dean’s hips as he flexes his hips in a tight circle that has all the air rushing out of Dean’s lungs. He lets go of one hip and wraps his hand around Dean’s cock, and Dean can feel the calluses from the sword and that’s all it takes, his orgasm exploding through his body as the pleasure coiled in his stomach extends through the rest of his body.
Castiel comes not long after with a primal scream as Dean’s body clenches around him. He slumps against Dean as they both pant their way back to normal breathing and wait for muscles to stop twitching from the aftershocks. When Castiel carefully pulls out they both groan as over sensitized skin is rubbed and Castiel falls beside Dean on the bed.
Blue eyes scan Dean’s face before Cas reaches out one arm and tugs him closer, burying his nose where Dean’s neck meets his shoulder. Dean reaches out and brushes the pad of his thumb across the bite mark that’s already knitting on Castiel’s shoulder.
“Mine.” The possessiveness in his voice shocks Dean slightly but Castiel shivers lightly and pulls Dean tight against his body.
“Yours.”
\ufeff<\/a>
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Fandom: <\/strong>Star Trek XI
Pairing: <\/strong>McCoy\/Kirk
Rating: <\/strong>NC-17 (PWP)
Disclaimer: <\/strong>I own nothing, no offense meant.
Summary: <\/strong>Written for Porn Battle IX for the prompt apples
\ufeff
He’s still got half of that fucking apple in his hand when McCoy pins him against the wall of the dorm room, tongue darting into his mouth to lick the tart juice from the backs of his teeth.
“Dammit Jim, you could have told me.”
“That would have ruined the surprise Bones,” Kirk’s smirking and Leonard can see the apple out of the corner of his eye as Jim waves his hand through the air, “plus you probably would have tried to stop me.”
“Damn right I would have, this is probably the stupidest thing that you’ve done... and you’ve done a lot of stupid things Jim.” Leonard leans forwards and slides their lips together to soften the blow of the words. Not that anything could dampen Jim’s spirits right now, he just beat the Kobayashi fucking Maru after all. Leonard grins when Jim cants his hips forwards, trying to connect them with his own. The grin just morphs into a smirk as he shifts his hips away, and he out right laughs when Jim keens in the back of his throat as his attempts at friction are thwarted.
“Common Bones!” Leonard leers lightly and drops to his knees, laughing at the hitch in Jim’s breathing he unfastens the uniform pants and tugs them down far enough to pull Jim’s cock through the slit in his briefs. He leans forwards and licks at the slit, thumb running just underneath the head as Jim’s right hand flutters near his ear, not quite ready to thread his fingers through Leonard’s hair yet. The left hand is still clutching at the apple, white knuckles contrasting against the sharp green colour.
He takes the head of Jim’s cock in his mouth and sucks hard, cheeks hollowing before he bobs down, nose brushing against the hair, the head bumps against the back of his throat as he swallows around it. He smirks as best he can when Jim groans and snakes one hand into the hair at the back of Leonard’s head.
“Bones<\/i>.”
Leonard hums around Jim’s length as he presses his tongue flat against the vein in Jim’s cock, hollows his cheeks again and pulls back, a strangled moan sounding above him. He swirls his tongue around the head again and digs his fingers into Jim’s thigh with one hand to steady himself as the other reaches up to trace the crease of Jim’s ass where it meets his thigh. The hand in his hair clenches as he bobs again, he hums again and reaches behind Jim’s balls, fingers brushing gently against the smooth skin.
Jim’s hand leaves his hair and his finger’s graze Leonard’s cheek, thumb brushing his bottom lip where it’s stretched around his dick.
“So fucking hot like this Bones...” Leonard looks up at Jim, eyes flashing as he watches the other man tip his head back against the wall as his eyes close and his mouth falls open in little panting breaths. Leonard bobs his head once more and presses hard against the skin behind Jim’s balls, rocking his knuckle against Jim’s prostate as he cries out.
Leonard has the satisfaction of hearing the apple hit the floor as Jim uses both hands to grab at his hair and thrusts once, twice, into his mouth as he comes with a shout. Leonard swallows with a wince and he’s hauled to his feet. Jim tugs him forwards and works his hand down the front of Leonard’s pants as he crushes their mouths together in a forceful kiss. Leonard groans as Jim grips him tight and runs his hand up his length, twisting at the end in the exact way he knows makes Leonard’s knees weak.
It doesn’t take long before Leonard’s panting hard and coming in spurts against Jim’s hand. He makes a face as Jim looks at his hand before wiping across the red cadet uniform, one shoulder lifting in a shrug as he pulls Leonard in for another kiss.
“So you want to go and celebrate my victory some more?” The look that Jim’s giving him is lecherous and Leonard shrugs, zipping his pants back up and stooping down to pick the apple up off the ground, rubbing against his shirt.
“See Jim, the thing is that I just wanted the apple.” He looks Jim dead in the eye and takes a lewd slurping bite, grinning as he chews, he waves open the door and walks out, leaving Jim with his pants still open as he calls down the hallway.
“Are you serious? Bones? Bones!"<\/i> Leonard laughs to himself as he walks down the hall. He knows that he’ll be back later with the good whiskey and a grin but for now he can let the kid suffer a little.
<\/a><\/p>
"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:7463","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/7463.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=7463"}}],"title":"Why Am I Still Awake!?!","published":"2010-01-26T08:03:43Z","updated":"2010-01-26T08:03:43Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"london days"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"mama"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"supernatural"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"scary shit"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"happy making"}}],"content":"So despite the fact that it's three in the morning and I have an early class I am still awake... not quite sure why. I think that I really need to stop bringing my computer into the room when I go to bed, it might help fix this.
So not much has been happening, T3 started and it's been amazing so far. I'm working with a girl named Ylonna this year and Val had what is most definately her best lesson ever on Sunday, it was really amazing to see. I was super stoked for her. Then tomorrow night and the night after are Austism ON events so I'm excited for that as well.
Today in general was spent with Mama, stayed at her place until just after one watching Supernatural with her and her frosh. It's my new favourite TV show. I have a thing for shows starting with the letter s apparently.
Scary moment on Sunday driving home from T3, I almost got in an accident. It was rainy and generally shitty weather, I was going maybe 70 klicks an hour in the right hand lane and a woman in a van on a side street to my right was turning left. When I was about 3 car lengths away she pulled out onto the road infront of my to turn so I slammed on the horn and the breaks and cranked my wheel to the right causing myself to hydroplane. I missed her van and no one was hurt but I figured that I was done, that my car was going to be forcefully implanted in the back of her car. I pulled over into a lot and shook for about 10 minutes. Scariest shit of my life.
That's all that's been happening, schools nuts but that's to be expected."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:7400","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/7400.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=7400"}}],"title":"Solace - Dean\/Castiel - NC-17 - Supernatural","published":"2010-01-21T06:36:31Z","updated":"2010-01-21T16:14:44Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"fic: supernatural"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"pairing: dean\/castiel"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"nc-17"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> Solace
Author:<\/b> <\/a>bombsreverse<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Genre and Pairing:<\/b> Dean\/Castiel, PWP
Spoilers:<\/b> 5.02-04
Warnings:<\/b> Sexual situations
Word Count:<\/b> 1,900
Disclaimer:<\/strong> I own nothing but the words, it's fiction
A\/N:<\/b> This is the first fic I’ve written for this fandom, so apologies to the mods if I screw up the formatting completely, and concrit is always welcome
Summary:<\/b> He feels like he’s falling apart but it doesn’t hurt half as much as the vague memories of the dream where Castiel is putting him back together<\/i>
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Dean never remembers the dreams in detail when he wakes up, drenched in a cold sweat and panting hard, it feels like there is electricity hurtling through his nervous system, lighting everything on fire, there are still white spots in his eyes from the blinding light that engulfs him in the dream. The handprint etched into his skin is scorching and the rest of him burns hot and then cold, his heart pounds painfully, trying to move blood through veins that are too small. It feels like there is an elephant sitting on his chest, threatening to crack and cave in, splatter him across the cheap motel sheets.
As his breathing steadies he scrubs a hand across his face and he feels like he’s falling apart but it doesn’t hurt half as much as the vague memories of the dream where Castiel is putting him back together, hands and arms and shoulders materializing from a blaze of pure white as Cas reaches for him. A hand grabbing his arm and pulling hard, sewing together muscles and sinew, breathing life into neurons as he is forcefully brought back into corporal existence, a scream ripping him apart as they get closer.
The only noise in the room is Dean’s shaky breathing, the wind moving in through the window and the rustle of the sheets as he pulls his knees to his chest, resting his forehead on the blanket. He’s a mess, coming apart at the seams and a complete fucking mess. It only shows up late at night when he’s close to shaking apart on shitty beds, it’s in the lines on his face that are deepening, the hunted look in his eyes that only appears when he thinks no one is looking. He’s global warming. Black lungs, shingle-less roofs, contaminated steams. Dirty jeans paired with clean t-shirts, disorganization and a weak attempt at cleanliness.
It’s gotten worse since he told Sam to leave.
His hands shake violently when he pulls them up, pressing the heels of his palms tightly against his closed eyes, light bursting against the black as he presses harder. The flutter that normally signals Castiel’s arrival is muffled by the soft flap of the curtains so that when the bed dips and a cool hand lands on Dean’s bare back he’s startled enough that his arm flails out to the side, clipping Castiel under his chin, knocking his head back and making his teeth click together sharply. The heat of his hand falls from Dean’s back.
“Shit Cas! Are you okay?” Dean shuffles up the bed farther and catches Castiel’s chin between his fingers, looking for bruises that he knows won’t be there. He tilts the angel’s head back slightly and then to the side, Castiel’s eyes stay on Dean’s face as he lets him look at his chin, eventually Dean’s fingers drop, falling useless to his side on the mattress. He hates that he’s still shaking, even if it’s not for the same reason.
Castiel tips his head and looks at Dean, blue eyes that see so much more than Dean ever wanted anyone to see.
“You’re hurting.”
“Fuck off Cas, get out of my head.” Dean shifts away from the warmth that he knows he needs to be able to fix the chaos echoing though his chest. Chaos isn’t more exciting or interesting than normality. It’s simply more chaotic. He presses his bare feet into the carpet, tries to stop the shaking, focuses on the dim streetlight casting shadows across the floor.
“I don’t need to read your thoughts Dean, to see that something isn’t right.” He reaches out again, fingers drifting over the tense muscles of Dean’s back and the next thing he knows he’s on the other side of the room. “Sorry.” Dean’s panting, finger nails digging into the palms of his hands as he watches Castiel’s hand slowly fall, a look that might be hurt crossing his features.
Castiel stands and walks towards Dean like he’s a wild animal, hands held out to his sides, palms facing Dean in the universal sign of non-threatening. It makes him want to scream.
By the time Castiel is standing in front of him, Dean is clenching his muscles so tightly that he’s shaking all over, suppressing the need to just reach out and grab at flesh. Unbutton the white shirt and sink his fingers into warm pliant skin, illicit a reaction, graze the tips of his fingers against tender spots, rub the fine hairs at the nape of the angel's neck.
Castiel tilts his head again, those ancient eyes pin him and it’s just enough to break the stranglehold that Dean has on his control. Surging forwards he grabs the front of Castiel’s coat and hauls him forwards, pressing his mouth to the other man’s chapped lips, a groan escaping unbidden from somewhere deep in his chest. Dean’s stubble is catching against Castiel’s and it scrapes across his chin but the angel’s mouth is plush and warm and suddenly Castiel’s grabbing at the bare skin of Dean’s hip and licking into the seam of his mouth.
It’s all Dean can do to just stay standing upright as their tongues brush and there is a little hitch in Castiel’s breathing, the most beautiful sound (loss of control) that Dean’s ever heard.
Dean’s crowding farther into Castiel’s space, pushing off the coat and jacket in one fell swoop before undoing the buttons with fingers that are almost quivering too much to work. He pulls his mouth from Castiel’s and rests their foreheads together as he focuses on what he’s doing, his chest heaving as he tries to pull in enough oxygen to keep his brain running.
“You’re wearing too much fucking clothing, Cas.” He bites hard at the swollen lips in front of him and the runs his tongue over the grooves he left, soothing. He finally tugs the shirt off Castiel’s back and nudges their hips together, he’s so hard it almost hurts and when he lines up with Castiel, the angles grabs at his hips again and rolls them together.
Dean’s head falls back and he groans deep in his throat at the contact, Castiel leans forwards and licks at Dean’s collar bone, moving up to mouth at his pulse point, Dean just grabs his shoulders and holds on.
Castiel steps forwards and moves Dean so that the backs of his knees hit the bed and he tumbles backwards, pulling Castiel down with him.
Their pressed together from shoulder to knees and Dean can feel the heat radiating off the angel, chests pressing tighter together as Castiel rolls his hips again. Slowly he's moving lower, leaving damp open mouthed kisses along Dean's chest, his fingers trailing just before his mouth, burning a path. He hooks his fingers into the top of Dean’s sleep pants and pulls downwards, fingers trailing down oversensitive skin as he pulls them off completely. When he stands and moves away Dean keens at the loss.
But Castiel is shucking the remainder of his clothing and then crawling over Dean again, slotting their mouths and hips together, grinding down in stunning friction that has Dean moaning loudly into his mouth. Pulling apart again Cas pushes himself up to look down at Dean, the blue of his eyes barely visible around the black of his blown pupils.
Dean reaches up and presses an open mouthed kiss to the curve just under his jaw, a jolt of lust going straight to his cock when Castiel moans lowly. He licks at the spot again, inhales the smell of burnt ozone and the taste of rain. He moves, running fingers across any scrap of skin he can reach, mapping out the bumps of Castiel's spine in between where his wings should be.
“Do it Cas. Please<\/i>.” His voice is full of gravel and he turns sinking his teeth into Castiel’s shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, already healed when he leans back into the pillows.
“Dean<\/i>.” It’s the first thing Castiel’s said since this started and his voice comes out low and so fucked out that Dean can’t help the answering moan that wrenches out. And then Castiel’s pressing against him and Dean’s muscles are straining again, Castiel moves past the ring of muscle and a keening noise sounds through the room, Dean’s clutching at Castiel’s back and shoulders and it takes him a minute to realize that he’s the one making the noise.
Castiel bottoms out and his forehead thumps against Dean’s sternum, breath coming in ragged bursts of hot, moist air against Dean’s skin. He wraps a hand around Castiel’s neck and pulls him up for another kiss, one thats more just the slide of tongue and mixture of breath than anything else, before digging his heels into the mattress and canting his hips.
“Move Cas.” He bites at the angel’s mouth again but then he’s moving, the slide not quite easy but exactly what Dean needs and he’s rocking up to meet Castiel thrust for thrust.
Castiel’s breathing is catching on every inhale, every thrust, and it’s the most glorious sound that Dean’s ever heard.
Castiel slides one hand up from the hip that he’s anchored on and wraps it around the side of Dean’s neck, just before he thrusts hard and grinds in a small circle against the bundle of nerves that make the edges of Dean’s vision white out and his eyes roll. When he looks back up Cas is smirking lightly and he reaches with his other thumb to brush Dean’s lips. He turns his head and catches the tip of the digit between his teeth and Castiel groans, twisting his hips against Dean’s again.
The hand slides away from Dean’s mouth, leaving a damp trail down his neck, across his shoulder, and then Castiel’s hand is matching up with the palm print on Dean’s arm. He presses his fingers into Dean’s skin as he sinks into his body again and Dean’s screaming, the mark burns and white hot pleasure sears through his body, coiling in his lower back, his balls, and he’s coming.
He’s being ripped apart at the seams again and being put back together, the pieces fitting a little better than before.
He opens his eyes in time to see Castiel throw his head back, mouth hanging open and the shadowed hint of his wings unfurling against the wall behind him. He thrusts violently once, twice, and then he’s sagging against Dean, muscles clenching and unclenching as he grabs at any skin he can get his hands on, mouths at Dean’s chest.
Dean can still feel the heat burning through his body, but when Castiel pulls away it goes down a few degrees.
The emptiness is his chest is aching again and he rolls onto his side. Waits for Castiel to just stand up and leave, tell him some bullshit excuse and maybe not even that, just a tilt of his head and a maddening understanding in his eyes before Dean looks away for a second and he’s gone.
When the bed sags behind him and a warm wash cloth brushes against his stomach, Dean closes his eyes and swallows against the tightness in his throat, when an arm tentatively snakes around his waist and pulls him close, there is the heat and the hint of light that he knows is Castiel. That he knows can fix this. Fix him.
The feeling in his chest shifts and suddenly its thick, dark, all consuming as it arcs towards the edges – towards the light.
Something about the last stretches towards the light is bigger than anything else.<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:7039","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/7039.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=7039"}}],"title":"Cherries!!","published":"2010-01-15T04:21:19Z","updated":"2010-01-15T04:21:19Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"london days"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"stummy"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"cherries"}}],"content":"I just ate like half a kilo of cherries and now I feel disgustiung...
... but they were so good and so worth it."},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:6799","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/6799.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=6799"}}],"title":"Blurgh","published":"2010-01-13T05:53:15Z","updated":"2010-01-13T05:53:15Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"school"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"sick"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"london days"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"happy making"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"cooking"}}],"content":"
The rest of the break was good, saw Avartar twice (it is phenomenal), got in some more visits, celebrated New Years with the family. Then came back to school and promptly got sick. That was fun. <\/sarcasm>
Getting back into the swing of things, I've gone to an Autism ON event that ended up being only one kid but it should get better as we get the word out to the toddler group parents, there are two more events at the end of the month as well so it should be fun. T3 starts this weeked, little bit of a cluster fuck on that part as I wasn't on any of the lists that the snowboarding co-ordinator had so I was completely out of the loop, eventually they got everything sorted out. Hopefully that wasn't why I wasn't chosen to co-ordinate it next year and I was passed over because I was going to only be there for a year.
Made my chocolate and JD cake for Patrick as payment for letting me use his parking spot for the term since Souvlaki Man decided that I couldn't use the spot right outside the apartment anymore, despite the fact that I cleared out all the snow for it. Patrick decided that he liked them enough that he wasn't going to share any of them with David. He scarfed down one and then he Erica and I spent the better part of 3 hours talking about sex. Yeah... it was interesting to say the least.
Reading week is looking like it's going to be awesome as well, we got the suite at Horseshoe for the week and the girls have all said that they're coming, I'm super excited.<\/p>
"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:6640","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/6640.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=6640"}}],"title":"This That and The Other Thing","published":"2009-12-30T06:59:10Z","updated":"2009-12-30T06:59:10Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"orangeville days"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"friends"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"snowboarding"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"happy making"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"christmas"}}],"content":"So an update!
Saw Jen, had a drink caught up, it was a lot of fun. We did that on the 23rd, and I had just finished my Christmas shopping and was about to begin the drive to Sydenham crammed into the back of a car so it was a more than welcome break.
Christmas was really good, everyone liked their gifts and dinner went smoothly. We met my grandparent's neighbours and listened to my Grandfather talk with him about some of the cases that he worked on (his neighbour is a guard at the pen.) Then Christmas happened, got a digital SLR wich is kind of really awesome, I was super surprised, and then dinner with the family, Betty and Harold didn't come this year so they were missed. Then on boxing day we made the loverly drive back to Alton but we made amazing time down the 401 which was nice.
Went snowboarding for the first time this season on Sunday and absolutely revelled in it, I love being on an actual hill and not just a bump. Then yesterday the Olympic Torch came through Orangeville so we went to the big event that they put on for that and that Brandon was a part of, he skiied down Murray's Mountain on provincial TV so that's kind of awesome for him. Three hours standing on a hill in the bitter wind was however not so much fun, Brian Mackie ran the torch through the ceremony and just before they took it away I manage to convince my brother to take a picture with the mascots with me.
Tonight was the Sherlock Holmes movie which was really freaking amazing. It would have been much better however if the douchebags beside us would have kindly shut the fuck up. They were my age, you would think that they would know how to behave in a movie, they weren't even subtle about it.
The plan for the rest of the break is pretty up in the air, don't quite know what's happening aside from some more snowboarding and laundry. Still I'm looking forward to it :)"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bombsreverse:5153","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/5153.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/bombsreverse.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=5153"}}],"title":"Home For A Rest!","published":"2009-12-23T00:13:45Z","updated":"2009-12-23T00:13:45Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"school"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"orangeville days"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"scifi"}}],"content":"I lived through exams! Don't know how well I did yet but I lived through them.
Last fews days of exams were a lot of fun, it included burning things and drinking, and Dmitri's, although not all on the same night.
What to expect from my break at my parents: food that's not rice noodles, dogs when we get to Kingston, cable, torment from my brother, and much more. I'm also supposed to get together with both Jen and Megan, I saw Megs at Thanksgiving but it's been over a year since I saw Jen so that should be good.
At anyrate, that's really all that's happening. Been watching a lot of the SciFi channel with my bro."}]}