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[gyzym]

Okay so:

The campus internet has decided today that my f-list is too dirty for me to view. THIS IS FRUSTRATING ON A NUMBER OF LEVELS: first, there is the fact that I was to know what is going on with y'all. And second, this means that THERE IS SOME KIND OF HOT SOMETHING GOING ON THAT I AM NOT VIEWING.

So, here's my plan--let's stick it to the campus. Even if they block this entry from me (and they might--some of my own dirtier stories are blocked on the internet here, which makes me laugh, because I WROTE THEM, GUYS, YOU CANNOT BLOCK ME FROM MY OWN BRAIN), all my comments will come through to my Gmail account.

So, here is is: THE FIVE ACTS MEME. With the added bonus of sticking it the man, Mozzie-style.



1.) Make a post at your journal/fic-place/wherever containing your list of your five favourite acts to read about, and underneath that list the fandoms/pairings that you like.
2.) I will have a master-list up: comment there with a link to your five-acts entry and I'll add it to the list.
3.) Go to other people's lists and comment fic all over their gosh-darn FACES.
4.) ???
5.) PROFIT.

And by "PROFIT" I mean "YAY PORN!"


Five Acts:
1. Frotting
2. Anything involving water (NOT PEE THOUGH, YOU GUYS. WATER, NOT WATERSPORTS. I'm talking shower!sex, lake!sex, rain!sex. Anything where at least one party is soaking wet. NOT PEE.)
3. Cunnilingus
4. Nipples!
5. Uh. Can hair-pulling count as a kink? I suppose I really mean like--just this side of rough sex. Yanking of the hair and throwing people across beds. IS THERE A WORD FOR THIS?

Fandoms:
White Collar
Harry Potter
Sherlock Holmes
Psych



In conclusion: FIGHT THE POWER, WRITE SOME PORN :D

[ETA: Indeed, the campus internet WILL NOT allow me to see the comments of this post. I can edit the entry, but not see/reply to the comments. IT KNOWS WHERE THE PORN IS. But thosewerepearls, by ALL MEANS do number 5 (!!!) and photoash OHMYGOD THAT IS HOT and speccygeekgrrl I am glad I am not the only one to find that kink valid and themkshrine I am so excited already to see what you do with it. And everyone who comments after this, your comments are DEEPLY APPRECIATED and BEING READ via Gmail and I WILL ANSWER YOU AFTER 5 PM WHEN I AM BACK TO INTERNET THAT DOESN'T HATE PORN. I love you guys :D]

[ETA AGAIN: WOW. It let me answer ONE COMMENT AND THEN STOPPED AGAIN WHAT THE HELL INTERNET I GIVE UP ON YOU]

[ETA A THIRD TIME: In response to the emails/comments/messages to the effect that LJ is blocking a ton of people from comments--THAT TOTALLY SUCKS. However, I am sure that is not the cause of my problem, or at least not the only cause. Why, you ask?

Well, because when *I* try to see my comments, a screen comes up that says "Web content filtered. Reason: sex." HILARIOUS AND FRUSTRATING, NO?]

Comments

#1, 2, 4 & 5

[speccygeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

Neal has this thing about personal space... he's really bad about it when he feels like being amorous, even if he's just decided out of the blue that it's time for sex now and the other person doesn't know it yet. So when Mozzie's borrowing his shower, Neal doesn't think it's a big deal for him to strip down and slip in behind his friend.

Mozzie thinks it's a pretty big deal, though. "Jesus Christ, Neal, you almost gave me a heart attack!" Neal offers him his brightest smile.

"Sorry, Moz. Want me to leave?"

"You're already wet, you might as well stay," Mozzie says, mock-grumpy as he reaches for Neal's slim waist and pulls him closer. Neal has to fight to quell his smile long enough to steal a kiss from willing lips. "You could warn a guy next time, though."

"Yeah, don't count on it." Neal splays his hands out on Mozzie's chest, fingertips dragging through the wet curls there and seeking out his nipples to pinch playfully. Mozzie sucks in a hissing breath as his back arches instinctively and his fingers dig into Neal's hips. "Half the fun is in surprising you."

"You mean scaring me," Mozzie complains, tugging and pushing at Neal until they've turned around and Neal's the one under the shower spray. The water overwhelms the curl in his hair quickly, and damp strands fall down across his forehead. Mozzie reaches up with one hand to push them away from Neal's face, then cards his fingers into Neal's hair and tugs gently. "Let me wash your hair." Neal ducks his head, closing his eyes against the water.

Mozzie loves playing with Neal's hair, likes to run his fingers through it and stroke it and twist it around his fingertips, likes to pull it just hard enough to make Neal take notice. He works the shampoo in and massages Neal's scalp, then pulls his hair to make him tip his head back into the falling water and rubs until the last of the suds washes away. When he lets his hands drop, Neal shakes the water from his face and looks down at Mozzie, smiling.

"You know what that does to me," he says, and Mozzie smirks and palms Neal's erection, which has been poking him in the stomach in protest of being ignored.

"Oh, I know." All the metal of Mozzie's rings feels cooler than his hand around Neal, and Neal shifts and clutches Mozzie's shoulders for support as that tight grip pulls up the length of his cock and over the head and then leaves him bereft. "I know, Neal," Mozzie says, taking half a step closer and closing the space between their bodies, lining up his thicker, darker cock with Neal's longer, more slender one and rocking their hips together.

The water running down their chests keeps everything slippery and easy, cutting the friction without losing any of the heat. Neal's hands slide down to Mozzie's ass and pull him tighter with every thrust. Mozzie bends his head to mouth at Neal's nipples, but his hands have found their way unerringly back into Neal's hair, tugging and pulling just this side of too hard.

Neal comes first, tossing his head back and groaning wordlessly, splashing Mozzie's belly with liquid warmer than the shower spray that washes away in an instant. He rests his head on Mozzie's shoulder, kissing his neck, and murmurs, "Come on, Moz, give it up." That's enough to launch the older man over the edge, muffling his own moan against Neal's chest, trembling in the circle of Neal's arms.

"Next time at least knock on the bathroom door first," Mozzie says when he catches his breath. Neal grins as he turns off the water and reaches for the single towel hanging next to the tub.

"Next time, don't expect to be alone when you borrow my shower."

Re: #1, 2, 4 & 5

[gyzym.livejournal.com]

KDFJDSJFDKSLFJDKFJDLKSFJDLKSF

NEAL AND MOZZIE

IN THE SHOWER

I CAN'T EVEN QUOTE IT BACK TO YOU BECAUSE I WANT TO QUOTE IT ALL

&hearts &hearts &hearts

Re: #1, 2, 4 & 5

[asimaiyat.livejournal.com]

That is extremely delicious. :D I love their banter especially.