Well, look at that...

[windandwater]

... there's wireless internet in the hotel. And it's fast, too. X3 I still won't be about, but I was tired after the flights today. The were BOTH delayed, the one out of Ontario by an hour and a half. The one from San Jose by an hour as well. x____X

So, make a pervy bunny who is going to be stuck with relatives all weekend happy.

FILL MY LJ WITH PR0N.

Any type. Have at. Or just spam. Because I'm a h0r like that and I want my inbox to explode when I check it on Sunday night.

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[thefeifei.livejournal.com]

I named the SSID in our house Peanuts.

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

... like the thing you eat?

[thefeifei.livejournal.com]

Ya.

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

... why?!

[thefeifei.livejournal.com]

What am I supposed to name it?

[windsorblue.livejournal.com]

"So..." Duo began carefully, "How was the wedding?"

"Don't ask," Quatre groaned, a hand over his eyes. He had all but thrown himself into his favorite chair upon entering the apartment. His dress shoes - shiny and uncomfortable - were in a careless pile off to one side, and he was wriggling and stretching his stocking feet..

Duo nodded slowly. "Threw the garter right at you, did they?"

"Shot it like a rubber band - hit me right in the nose."

Duo choked back a snicker. He moved over to Quatre's chair, straddled his lap and eased himself down, slowly. He wormed a hand into the pocket inside Quatre's jacket - Quatre's hand fell away from his face, his eyebrow crooking up in growing interest - and pulled the offending garter out, letting it dangle from his fingers. "Want me to go try this on?"

Quatre grinned. "By all means."

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

Quatre looked up from his paperwork when the door to the hotel room was noisily opened, then slammed shut. A quick glance at the room's alarm clock had the little red numbers saying that it was just past 1 A.M. Honestly, Quatre should've been in bed hours ago, but since his morning meeting had been pushed back, he figured he could afford to sleep in alittle.

Especially since Duo was remarkably affectionate when he was drunk, and Quatre knew that Duo -- while able to hold hard liqour incredibly well -- fell to pieces after a few glasses of champagne. And if Duo was able to enjoy a wedding and the reception, while Quatre was stuck in business meetings all day, the blond was certainly going to find his entertainment in another fashion.

Quatre pushed the papers back on the desk, and crossed the suite to find Duo braced with one hand against the wall, struggling to pull off his shoes and his tie at the same time, and failing miserably. The fact that Duo's hair was out of its normal braid was probably a factor, the loose strads tangled all around. Without a second though, Quatre put his hands on Duo's shoulders and helped him get out of his suit.

A quick glance at Duo's flushed face confirmed Quatre's suspicions over Duo's state of mind, especially once Duo started nibbling on his throat and trying to work his hands under Quatre's pyjama bottoms.

"So, I take it you had fun at the wedding?" Quatre asked, tilting his head back just a little to allow Duo to kiss his neck more easily.

"It sucked," Duo groaned, then buried his face against Quatre's shoulder.

That certainly wasn't what Quatre was expecting. He led Duo further into their room and towards the bed. Duo sat down heavily with little prompting, then punched Quatre in the arm.

"Hey!"

"I don't fucking look like a girl, do I?" Duo asked, staring hard at Quatre.

The blond blinked. "What brought this on?"

Duo moaned piteously, collapsing backwards. "Fucking Hilde has the worst aim ever! I thought I'd be safe, right, even after she pushed me to try and catch the garter and I didn't even after her new husband took the thing off with his teeth and eeeww I didn't need to see Hilde giggle like that the whole time, but someone else caught the thing and I thought I'd be safe!"

Quatre struggled to process the drunken ramble, but Duo forged on anyway.

"And so, here I am, sitting and waiting for Hilde to throw the bouquet because I wanted to get a good picture and she throws it, right, like she's a major league baseball player or something and it bounced off the ceiling and hit a ceiling fan and the fucking thing landed right in my lap!"

Duo moaned again, curling up to bury his face against Quatre's lap. Quatre was struggling not to laugh but, thankfully, Duo didn't notice.

"So all night girls were giving me evil looks saying that I cheated and some of the guys thought it was funny to ask me to dance and only the champagne kept me from decking somebody and I do NOT look like a girl even if I have better hair than some of Hilde's bridesmaids!"

Quatre sighed, running his hand through Duo's hair. "If it makes you feel better, I don't think you look like a girl." Quatre's hand ran down over the muscles in Duo's back, and squeezed one ass cheek. "And if you were, you've been hiding it incredibly well from me."

Duo grinned up at him, then returned to nuzzling Quatre's lap.

"I knew I kept you around for a reason," Duo muttered directly into Quatre's crotch. Quatre moaned and shifted, the hand on Duo's ass tightening for a second. Quatre looked down at Duo, bucking his hips up slightly in invitation.

"Just one?"

Duo grinned again, and finally got one hand down Quatre's pants. "Okay, two reasons."

[missingwatch.livejournal.com]

*pets*


i rec ffVII, advent children, if you havne't already seen it.

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

CLOUD'S RIBBED SWEATER OMG.