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17 August 2012 @ 08:22 am
Yuletide Fandom  
So, this was in actual fact supposed to be a private post for future (Yuletide!) reference - yes, I really am the person who makes private posts with Yuletide fandom suggestions throughout the year, and it has always served me in good stead - but since I made it public I think I should leave it public. Bottom line:

Watch this commercial, which features basketball players growing up and then fucking each other. You think I'm kidding? You tell me what comes after the last shot. I seriously can't think of anything that doesn't involve cock no matter how hard I try.

(And then prepare to write it for Yuuuuuuuletide!)

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lamardeuse: Guadalcanal Diarylamardeuse on August 17th, 2012 03:32 pm (UTC)
And then they shagged each other bowlegged, right?
Bonethisisbone on August 17th, 2012 05:37 pm (UTC)
Ha! Meng Ling went to UNC. Of course he did! ;)
tried to eat the safe banana: Yuletide Woot!thefourthvine on August 17th, 2012 08:53 pm (UTC)
YES. And, please god, someone is going to tell us allllll the details very soon.
the only blowup doll bobblehead on the internetimpertinence on August 17th, 2012 06:06 pm (UTC)
I WANT TO READ ABOUT THEM DOING IT SO BAAAAAAD. the smirky looks! the competition! the anger when the other wins something!!! AHHHHHHHHHH. (THEY'VE BEEN CASUALLY HOOKING UP FOR YEARS AND THEN ONE GETS TRADED TO THE OTHER'S NBA TEAM Y/Y)
tried to eat the safe banana: Yuletide Woot!thefourthvine on August 17th, 2012 08:55 pm (UTC)
GOD. When this hit my Twitter feed, my brain did cartwheels, which was a little uncomfortable but SO WORTH IT.

(Y! Or they've been total rivals for years and NO they are not friends that one handjob was back in COLLEGE for fuck's sake and everyone does that sometimes with someone you just lost really bad to, right? And then - traded to the same team. Learning to work together! And by "work together" I mean FUCKING.)
the only blowup doll bobblehead on the internet: puff!impertinence on August 17th, 2012 09:01 pm (UTC)
(Y E S Watkins inviting Meng Ling over, trying to get a feel for him and get used to the fact that they're teammates now, only it turns into another handjob. It's been a long time since Watkins got laid, he's been busy, so he blames it on that, except it keeps. Happening.

THEN BONING FOREVER.)
tried to eat the safe banana: Yuletide Woot!thefourthvine on August 17th, 2012 09:08 pm (UTC)
(YES YES YES. Like, Watkins is just - he's trying to be a good teammate. He's got no personal interest in the guy at all; he has all his games saved to DVR, sure, but that's just professionalism. Keeping an eye on the competition. That's why he has him over, to say, like, welcome to the city, we're going to be awesome together, I already know all your moves.

But he's not entirely surprised when Meng Ling pushes him against the wall of his condo and just fucking owns his mouth. The thing he's figured out about Meng Ling - you can get the better of him once. After that, you're just trying to keep up. Watkins kind of knew he'd have a game plan after that one stupid handjob, and he'd just be waiting for the right moment to execute it. And if this is the moment - maybe he'd complain, except he's too busy getting his hand down Meng Ling's pants.

AND THEN BONING. AND CHAMPIONSHIPS. FOLLOWED BY BONING.)
the only blowup doll bobblehead on the internetimpertinence on August 17th, 2012 09:16 pm (UTC)
(uggggh this is everything i want!!!

Meng Ling smirks through it, too, looking so smug while Watkins jerks him off, and Watkins kind of feels like it ought to piss him off, except he's the one controlling how Meng Ling gasps and moves against him.

Of course, he's also the one who's got to wipe the spunk off his hand once he's done, but then Meng Ling is dropping to his knees, and Watkins would be lying if he said this wasn't a view he'd thought about before.)
tried to eat the safe banana: Yuletide Woot!thefourthvine on August 17th, 2012 09:24 pm (UTC)
(Ohhhhh YES this is exactly what I yearn for.

And they never make it to the bed after, but they eat pav bahji even though they totally shouldn't and play some Lunar Racer, which Ling - he got the guy off, so he can call him that, right? - turns out to be kind of insane about.

Watkins [what the FUCK is his first name?] isn't really. Like. It'd be pretty cool if they did it again, except he knows that kind of shit can fuck up team chemistry. So probably it's better if he just keeps his hands on himself for a bit.

Except at practice the next day they're both so fucking on it blows everyone away. And when they play Miami, it's like Ling is reading his mind, and it's like he always knows what Ling is about to do, and they just fucking own the court.

On the way off the court, after they win, Ling looks at him and says, "Tomorrow." And Watkins knows exactly what he means, and it's not like he's going to say no.)
the only blowup doll bobblehead on the internetimpertinence on August 17th, 2012 09:30 pm (UTC)
(He's had serious girlfriends, a few. Fuck, he's 26; so fine, he's dated a girl for more than six months. It didn't work out. That's no reason to think about what he's doing now. There are probably different rules if you're teammates, since Watson's not going to buy Ling flowers or take him out to dinner or any shit like that. He's just going to get the guy off. He probably owes him a blowjob, right? Probably.

Yeah, he's thinking about this too much.

Ling comes over at five the next day. Watkins is just sitting around playing Xbox, and he expects Ling to take the lead when Watkins lets him in, because that's just how this works, right? But Ling looks at him for a minute before looking over his shoulder and saying, "Call of Duty?"

Watkins is cool, Watkins is going to let this go, Watkins - blurts out, "Did you come over to fuck, or what?"

Ling stops his movement towards the living room and turns to stare at Watkins. "Really?"

Watkins shrugs. "That's what this is about, right?"

"This is about being good teammates," Ling says.

Last Watkins checked, that never included handjobs before. But instead of pointing that out, he says, "Then we're going to my room. I'm not getting jizz on the leather.")
tried to eat the safe banana: Yuletide Woot!thefourthvine on August 17th, 2012 09:41 pm (UTC)
FOR SERIOUS I CANNOT FUNCTION WITHOUT A FIRST NAME FOR WATKINS. IT'S MAKING ME CRAZY. So I have randomly generated five names, as is inevitable in the face of Nike not really understanding my needs. Pick from:

Thaddeus
Jackson
Kendrick
Elwood
Nolan (Note that this one is technically in violation of the random name generation rule, as I rerolled it, but I was rerolling BRAIN. As in, Brian misspelled. Oh, random name generator.)

(Watkins really isn't sure what kind of team-building exercises they did at UNC. He just knows that if they'd done this shit at Georgetown, he wouldn't have spent so much time gritting his teeth and waiting to just play some fucking ball already. Because Ling is on him as soon as they're in the bedroom, and he's as intense here as he is on the court. He goes from kissing to biting, which, oh fuck, Watkins - look, he already knew he had a weakness there, it's not a surprise - and by the time they hit the bed, Watkins can't remember what the fuck he was going to do.

Oh, right. Blow Ling. That's maybe happening later, since Ling is on top of him now, grinding down against his cock, driving him fucking crazy.)
the only blowup doll bobblehead on the internetimpertinence on August 17th, 2012 09:49 pm (UTC)
OKAY COOL I CHRISTEN THEE NOLAN, WATKINS

(He wants to get a little of his own back, so he clutches at Ling's arms hard enough that he kind of hopes it hurts and says, "Come on, you actually going to do something?"

"I'm getting there," Ling says. He leans down and for a second Nolan feels a tense almost-panic, but Ling doesn't try to kiss him, just bites his neck and grins down against him, fitting a hand around Nolan's hip and holding him still.

Nolan doesn't want to like it, but shit, he really does. He gets a leg hooked over one of Ling's and says, "I thought I'd -"

But he can't get it out, not until Ling looks up at him and says, "What?"

"Blow you," Nolan forces himself to say.)
tried to eat the safe banana: Yuletide Woot!thefourthvine on August 17th, 2012 09:56 pm (UTC)
NOLAN IT IS. (Admittedly, I was cracking up about the idea of Elwood Watkins, because if there has ever been a more dorky name I for real have never heard it, but Nolan is better. Just less funny.)

(Ling smiles at him, slow and sincere and intent, and says, "No objections here." He rolls over onto his back and folds his hands under his head, and now his smile is more like a smirk, more of a dare.

It pisses Nolan off. Or it should, except somehow what it really does is make his cock so hard he shifts around on the bed just to get some relief.

Ling's eyes track his movement, and he says, "Does it for you, huh?"

Nolan flattens his hand against Ling's crotch and presses down just enough to make Ling's eyes go a little unfocused. "For both of us, I'd say," he says, and then he gets down to business.

He can totally do this.)
the only blowup doll bobblehead on the internetimpertinence on August 18th, 2012 12:59 am (UTC)
(ahaha now i half wish i'd picked Elwood)

(It's just a dick, right? No big deal. Well, okay, he thinks, licking his hand and jerking Ling off, it's a little big. But he's not going to let that stop him from leaning forward and taking Ling into his mouth.

It feels weird. It's not until he bobs his head experimentally and Ling hisses a breath that he realizes, right; he's blowing Ling. He can get Ling off, get a little bit of his own back.

Nolan goes to town after that. He's not some kind of expert, but he's a championship-winning NBA player, for God's sake; he's gotten plenty of head, and it's just doing the reverse, right? He can't go all the way down or anything, but he can play with Ling's balls and bob his head and suck hard, challenging himself to stay down, until Ling's gasping and thrusting involuntarily, saying, "Fuck, Watkins - Nolan - fuck, fuck."

Finally, Ling says, "Get off, get off," and Nolan pulls away just in time to jerk Ling off as he comes.

It's not until Ling opens his eyes and says, "Get up here," that Nolan even realizes he's hard. Ling changes the game on him quickly, though, rolling them over and pinning Nolan to the bed as he reaches between them and starts jerking him off.)
tried to eat the safe banana: Yuletide Woot!thefourthvine on August 18th, 2012 02:49 am (UTC)
(It's just such a great name. There is no possible nickname for Elwood Watkins, either. They'd call him Watty, which isn't great, but seriously the options are so slim. El? Ellie? WOODY? Kinsey? Nooooooo.)

(Ling's hand is on his dick, okay, he's not thinking about much other than that, but his eye keeps getting caught on things - on the angle of Ling's jaw, on the way he's biting his lip just like he does in practice, on his eyes, which are hot and focused on Nolan like there's nothing else in the room worth watching.

Ling does everything as well as he possibly can - well, they both do - and so it's no surprise he's good at this. Nolan's turned on enough that it doesn't take much, but Ling's giving it to him anyway, paying attention to every noise he makes, stroking just hard enough and just fast enough. Nolan gets close really fucking fast, and before long he's fighting back noises he knows he shouldn't make, because he's close, he's so fucking close, he's -

And Ling fucking pulls his hand away. Nolan can't even form words. He just moans and arches against Ling, desperate to get his hand back on his dick.

"I want to hear," Ling says, and reaches up to pull Nolan's hand away from his mouth. Nolan didn't even realize it was there.

"Fine, fuck, whatever, just -" Nolan says, stumbling over the words, and Ling closes his hand around Nolan's dick and goes to town. It takes maybe five strokes and Nolan is spilling all over his stomach and Ling's hand.

For a minute all Nolan can do is breathe and try to bring his brain back online.)
the only blowup doll bobblehead on the internetimpertinence on August 18th, 2012 03:16 am (UTC)
(let's have a moment of silence for the Woody jokes we could have made. ((( )

("What're you doing for dinner?" Ling says, like he didn't just wipe his hand on Nolan's sheets, like he doesn't still smell like sweat and sex.

"Hadn't thought about it," Nolan says.

"We can order in, then," Ling says.

Now would be a great time for him to move away, or - for a second Nolan thinks about kissing Ling, but that would make things awkward. That's not what they're here for. So instead he rolls away and says, "I'm going to shower," leaving Ling to sit on his bed and do whatever the fuck he feels like.

His head is a little cleared by the time he gets out of the shower. Ling's not in his bedroom, which Nolan is more than a little relieved by. He gets dressed and then goes out into the kitchen. That's where Ling is, poking around Nolan's fridge like he lives there.)
tried to eat the safe banana: Yuletide Woot!thefourthvine on August 18th, 2012 04:03 am (UTC)
(Oh, Woody jokes. We hardly knew ye. *sheds a tear*)

(They fall into a pattern. If they're not on a road trip, Ling comes over to Nolan's place twice a week. They usually have sex - blowjobs, handjobs - the second Ling's in the door, and then they hang out and trash talk other teams and play XWii4 games. Once they try watching a movie, but it turns out they have wildly different tastes. Nolan's a good host, just like his father taught him to be, so he lets Ling pick what to stream, and it turns out Ling likes massively scary horror with blood everywhere and an evil fisher dude with a hook filleting people. Nolan tries to grit his teeth and put up with it, but by the end he's a ball on the couch, not even watching and still jerking in horror when people scream. Ling is completely bewildered. "I can't believe you take this serious," he says after he turns the lights back on and Nolan almost punches him, thinking he's the fisherman.

"Blood. Hooks. That one thing with - with the teeth," Nolan points out, but Ling just shakes his head.

That's the first time Ling stays over. He says he's worried Nolan won't sleep and he'll suck in the game the next day, which would piss Nolan off if it weren't so fucking likely. He makes them sleep with all the lights on, and Ling whines a lot.

But mostly things are just - rolling along, whatever. Yeah, Nolan has an extra toothbrush in his bathroom and four seriously weird condiments in his fridge, but otherwise it's basically like it was before, but with more blowjobs.

He should be good with it. He should be great with it - lots of sex without having to worry about dating or commitment or even putting pants on if he doesn't want to. And he is.

But that doesn't entirely explain why he starts thinking about asses all the time.)
the only blowup doll bobblehead on the internetimpertinence on August 18th, 2012 04:40 am (UTC)
(He's fucked a girl in the ass, once, but it was quick and kind of messy, and they didn't do it again. But this is different. He's just...noticing asses more. That's really saying something, too, since he's a young guy and he likes a nice ass.

It takes him a few weeks to really start noticing Ling's, but once he does, he can't stop. It's not as nice as some of the girls who get up on Nolan when they go out, but somehow Nolan gets obsessed with it anyway. When they make out and Ling jerks him off, he grabs a handful, and Ling doesn't even seem to mind. He might even enjoy it, a little.

And, sure, maybe part of the point of this buddyfucking thing is that Nolan's allowed to look, as long as they're in a place where no one will notice. But he's still surprised at how easy it is to get into the thought of maybe sticking it in Ling.

Not that Ling would let him. Probably.)
tried to eat the safe bananathefourthvine on August 18th, 2012 05:26 am (UTC)
I CAN'T DECIDE WHERE THIS IS GOING. SO WE WILL PLAY CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE.

OPTION 1:

(So Nolan's a little surprised when Ling tosses him the lube, and also - maybe a little. Like. Apprehensive. Because, yeah, he wants to fuck Ling, and he's never gonna let Ling give more than him, but he wasn't expecting to have to be first.

He's not going to be some fucking chicken, though. So he's taking a minute to get his head together when Ling says, "Just your fingers. I don't want to be limping in practice tomorrow."

And - holy shit, okay, that's a completely different story. Just the mental image of that sends a bolt of heat straight to Nolan's dick. )

OPTION TWO:

(He starts going back to porn, which - he never stopped with it, okay, he is a healthy guy, but somehow porn is less interesting when you're getting laid regularly. But now he's looking for tips again, and sometimes he'll still the frame and then rotate it so he can get a better look at the assfucking.

(He's not really sure when he started being interested in gay porn, but that's - a different thing. A whole different issue.)

The point is, the more porn he watches, the more he wants to do it, the more he can't stop thinking about it. But asking to fuck your friend in the ass is definitely crossing a line, so Nolan spends a few weeks frustrated. And then one day he just - he's jerking off, his hand is already covered in lube, and it suddenly seems like a great idea to stick his fingers in his ass.)

Make your choice! I - can't, sorry. DECISIONS ARE NOT MY BEST THING.
the only blowup doll bobblehead on the internetimpertinence on August 18th, 2012 09:04 pm (UTC)
(I PICK SCENARIO 2)

(Ben never figured it'd be him taking it up the ass, because what's even the point of that? But suddenly, his fingers are drifting down and he feels so fucking curious.

He presses one finger in, slowly, trying to get used to the feel of it. It - doesn't feel like anything, really, except kind of awkward and weird. He thrusts experimentally, then pulls out. He was expecting something more, if he's being honest. Something more interesting than that.

But then he starts jerking himself again, and his mind drifts to Ling. If Ling was here, he'd probably push more than one finger into Ben. He'd smirk while he did it, too, all pleased with himself that Ben's letting him do that. The thought makes Ben's hips jerk, and suddenly he wants to try again.)
tried to eat the safe banana: Yuletide Woot!thefourthvine on August 18th, 2012 09:27 pm (UTC)
(He knows from watching porn - whatever, maybe it isn't the most accurate thing in the world, but it's what he has - that the guy taking it is supposed to enjoy it, but he's pretty sure you have to be wired right for that. Like, can an average guy just enjoy having fingers or dick in his ass? Probably not.

Except he, okay, he can remember - he was drunk and the girl was hot and in college he didn't care what happened as long as he got off, and so, yeah, he let some girl finger him. And he definitely got off. Hard.

So maybe he is the kind of guy who can enjoy that.

That just leaves him with one question, pretty much: is there just a trick to it, or does he need motivation in the form of someone seriously hot to be into it? If it's the first one, he just has to keep working, and he's really fucking good at that. If it's the second one - well, in all honesty Ling would more than count. Just the thought of Ling, intent, focused, maybe holding Ben down while he - fuck, that does it, that really does it for him.)

the only blowup doll bobblehead on the internetimpertinence on August 18th, 2012 10:22 pm (UTC)
(He brings his fingers back to his ass and pushes one in, thinking about Ling this time. Ling's fingers are longer than his, and he'd probably be good at this, the way he's good at almost everyfuckingthing. Ben curls his fingers and just...tries to work up a rhythm, getting into it, adding another finger and jerking himself off with his feet braced against the bed.

This is good. This is actually really good, especially when he thinks about how Ling might suck his dick while he did it, how he'd make fun of Ben when Ben jerks his hips and groans a little. It gets to where he's so turned on that he barely registers the stretch, to where his eyes are screwed shut and all he can think about is Ling doing this to him, maybe even sticking it in him for real.

When he comes, it's hard and messy and he can feel himself clench around his own fingers, which makes him shudder and his head spin. He pulls his fingers out - which, wow, that feels weird - and lies still for a minute, staring up at the ceiling.

So, okay, he's into it. Now he just has to figure out how to get Ling to actually do him. In the ass.

For a millionaire athlete with a championship ring, he's just not running his life that well lately.)
tried to eat the safe bananathefourthvine on August 18th, 2012 11:13 pm (UTC)
(When he thinks about it, he realizes there's a fundamental problem, which is that it's always Ling taking the initiative; that makes it really hard to just casually get them to assplay. And now that he realizes Ling's always in the driver's seat, he feels like shit about it, like he's not pulling his weight, which is stupid, yeah, but that's what decades in a competitive sport will do to your head.

So, obviously step one Get Ling in Ben's Ass has to involve taking back the initiative. That's why Ben calls Ling on a Tuesday, two hours after practice is over.

"What?" Ling says. Ben assume he answers the phone more politely when other people call.

"We don't play again until Friday. You wanna go out tomorrow?"

There's a pause while Ling considers. "Clubbing?" he finally says.

"Dinner," Ben tells him. "There's a new Ghanaian restaurant uptown. I'm up to try fufu if you are." Ling is easy to get with a new cuisine; he's willing to eat any fucking thing, the weirder the better. Last week, Rodriguez dared Ling to eat some truly horrible shit called natto; Ling didn't even blink, just ate that shit with a spoon, and Dappen almost puked just watching. Good times. So he knows he's basically throwing down the gauntlet, here, and Ling's going to pick it up, although Ben would bet big money he has no idea what fufu is. (Ben googled that shit. He's not crazy.)

"Sounds good," Ling says smoothly. So fucking predictable.

"Around eight?" Ben doesn't know why he's asking. He already made reservations and everything.

"Sure." Ling sounds weird, almost the way he sounds during big press interviews, like he's really thinking about every word before he says it.

"I'll pick you up," Ben says. "Be ready by seven."

"Right," Ling says, and hangs up.

So that went well. Ling's off-balance, and that means pretty soon he'll be fucking Ben, right?

And people say long-term strategy isn't Ben's strong suit.)
the only blowup doll bobblehead on the internetimpertinence on August 19th, 2012 12:33 am (UTC)
(He's half hoping Ling'll be dressed in shitty jeans or something, but of course Ling's wearing slacks and a sports coat, and looks all kinds of put together and like someone Ben wants to fuck. Or be fucked by, which, yeah, that's definitely not a thought he needs to be having in public. "Hey," he says, just long enough after Ling has opened his door for it to be a little awkward.

"Hey," Ling says. He looks...cautious, Ben thinks, like maybe he's sizing Ben up or something.

Ben's more of an action guy than anything else. "Let's get going," he says, and walks away without waiting for an answer from Ling.

The thing about what they're doing is, it's never actually made things awkward. The opposite, really, which is why Ben was so into it, and was so certain it would work. But the drive over to the restaurant is definitely, most certainly, without a doubt awkward. Neither of them really talks, or does anything more than tap their fingers on the interior of the car, until they get to the place and Ben says, "Watkins," getting them escorted over to a table by the window.

"Did you even wait to call me before you made reservations?" Ling says, smiling a little as they settle at the table.

"Sure I did," Ben lies. "For all I know you could've been busy."

"I'm not -"

Ben blinks when Ling doesn't finish. He's not, normally, a stutterer. "Not what?"

"Nothing," Ling says. "I was just going to say, I'm not exactly the world's busiest guy, aside from basketball."

Ben's pretty sure that's not what he was going to say at all, but fucked if he'll call Ling on it. "Sure," Ben says.

They both order the fufu, along with some other stuff that looks good. Ling doesn't bat an eyelash when it's all brought to them. Ben, though, pokes his around a little before Ling's knowing smirk makes him take a huge bite.

It's not actually bad, though Ben's pretty sure he'd prefer a steak. "So," he says as they make their way through the meal, "this thing we're doing. It's working out pretty well, don't you think?")
tried to eat the safe bananathefourthvine on August 19th, 2012 04:58 am (UTC)
(Ling pauses. It's kind of a - long pause, is how Ben would think of it. Ling makes a point of finishing his bite putting down his spoon, and then carefully patting his mouth with a napkin before he speaks. The napkin is definitely pushing it. "This meal?" he says, and there's something in his tone that Ben knows perfectly fucking well, because he used to hear it every time they played together - Ling would go out of his way to say something totally innocent in a way that made it clear it was really a dare.

So Ling is challenging him. If he thinks Ben is going to cave, fuck him; Ben has been meeting Ling's challenges since he was a teenager. He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I mean the food. No, dumbass. I mean the fucking." His voice might get a little too loud there, whatever. This place has sound absorbers just like every other upscale restaurant does. No big.

Ling tilts his head and studies Ben for a long, thoughtful moment. "Are you asking if I've enjoyed the fucking?" he says, and the precise tone makes it clear that Ling is still pushing Ben.

"No." It's an automatic response, but it's not the right one. "Yes. Look, that's not the fucking point.")
the only blowup doll bobblehead on the internetimpertinence on August 19th, 2012 11:32 pm (UTC)
("So what is the point? You're taking long enough getting to it."

For a second Ben can't do anything but glare, because screw Ling, seriously, who does he even think he is? But finally he grits out, "I was thinking about making it a little higher stakes."

Ling just looks vaguely amused. "Do you want to start gambling?"

"No," Ben snaps.

But Ling still just looks kind of amused, and calm, and superior, and under that, really careful. It pisses Ben off because there's nothing to really be careful about, here.

So finally Ben just says it. "I was thinking you could fuck me."

Ling blinks. "What?"

"In the ass," Ben clarifies. "You know, for real."

"...right," Ling says. "That's why we're at dinner?"

For the life of him, Ben can't read Ling's tone. "I mean, and this fufu stuff is the shit," he says, poking it with a fork.)
tried to eat the safe bananathefourthvine on August 23rd, 2012 06:40 pm (UTC)
UGH SORRY LJ DID NOT SEE FIT TO INFORM ME ABOUT THIS COMMENT. BEST BELOVED HAD TO. THANK GOD SHE IS ON THE CASE, BECAUSE I NEED TO GET BEN WATKINS FUCKED BEFORE I DIE.

(Ling spends the rest of dinner - well, needling Ben. He recognizes this from when they played against each other. He just wishes - did he always find it hot? Or is that new? He can't fucking remember.

Ling takes a forkful of his fufu and murmurs, "Totally the shit" before eating it, and did Ben just never notice before how his voice gets a little gravelly when he does that?

A little later, Ling says, "You took me to dinner to bring up assfucking. Which issue of Cosmo suggested that again? I don't keep up with my reading the way I should these days."

"Fuck you," Ben says back. "I'm offering you my ass, man, you should be writing me a fucking thank-you note."

Ling takes out his phone and pretends to type on it. "Dear Ben, thanks so much for the delightful offer. I'm touched and pleased. Sincerely, Meng Ling."

"Yeah, but are you going to take the delightful offer?" Ben asks. He really wants to know, because it's not like this dinner has been anything even close to a turnoff.

Ling's smile is real this time. "Yeah," he says. "Definitely."

Ben shifts in his seat and wonders how long before he can reasonably ask for the check.)
the only blowup doll bobblehead on the internetimpertinence on August 28th, 2012 06:48 pm (UTC)
I THOUGHT I REPLIED TO THIS AUGH I'M THE WORST. D:

(It takes a long time, way longer than Ben would prefer. He'd swear Ling is eating slowly just to fuck with him, but he knows if he says that out loud he'll just sound crazy. So instead he keeps his mouth shut until, finally, Ling signals for the check.

He does lay on the gas getting back to his place, though. Ling doesn't comment, but he's a little smirkier than usual, which gets Ben's back up - and, yeah, turns him on.

When they actually get up to Ben's penthouse, though, Ben doesn't know what to do. He wipes his palms on his pants and looks at Ling, once the door is locked and the hall light is on. Ling just looks back at him, eyebrows raised a little.

"Fuck it," Ben says, and moves forward, shoving Ling back against the wall and kissing him.

He's not sure when this turned into something common, something they do all the time, something familiar, but he doesn't really care. Ling kisses back immediately, then takes control of the kiss and reaches down, squeezing Ben's ass in a way that has intent. Ben can't help but moan, moving against Ling, thinking about what's about to happen.)
tried to eat the safe banana: !thefourthvine on August 18th, 2012 03:10 pm (UTC)
OMG HE HAS A REAL FIRST NAME. I would never, ever have caught this without someone pointing me there, but isilya pointed out to me that if you crank it up to 1080 and watch it fullscreen, you can see his name twice, at 0.50 and 0.51 - once on the light board thing behind him (the same place that says GOAL GOAL GOAL when you watch a hockey game and the home team scores), and then again when Ling is watching him being interviewed on TV. HIS NAME IS BEN.

...I'm seriously disappointed it wasn't Elwood, but WHATEVER. HE HAS A REAL FIRST NAME!
the only blowup doll bobblehead on the internetimpertinence on August 18th, 2012 08:18 pm (UTC)
whoa. okay, I will use Ben in my reply to you! (which I swear is coming. /o\
Adinaadina_atl on August 17th, 2012 10:53 pm (UTC)
No, no, his name really is Brain Watkin, because of a fucking typo on his birth certificate! So he went by "Brian" all through elementary school until he got into basketball in junior high and convinced his teammates to start calling him Wat because he hates Brian. Except then Meng Ling calls him Brian one time and he loses his shit all over the place.
Gnine: SMUT!gnine on August 17th, 2012 06:47 pm (UTC)
Yeah, no, I'm pretty sure you called that one EXACTLY! And god would it be hot! Yes, fics to be having, please?
Glenn: fassbender tonguehypertwink on August 17th, 2012 08:32 pm (UTC)
Yuletide!
tried to eat the safe banana: Yuletide Woot!thefourthvine on August 17th, 2012 08:56 pm (UTC)
I'm really hoping someone writes it SOON, but if no one gets onto that, I'm prepared to throw myself under the bus and request this for Yuletide. By which I mean beg. Shamelessly. (Although, maaaaaan, this is shaping up to be a GREAT YULETIDE.)
angelsavesangelsaves on August 17th, 2012 06:47 pm (UTC)
i watched this commercial openmouthed in awe the first time it was on. A LOVE STORY IN COMMERCIAL FORM!!! i need fic so bad. SO BAD.
tried to eat the safe banana: Yuletide Woot!thefourthvine on August 17th, 2012 08:57 pm (UTC)
Me tooooooooo. To everything. I had no idea commercials had so much GAY GAY LOVE in them.
Glenn: get somehypertwink on August 17th, 2012 08:34 pm (UTC)
Wow, Meng Ling grew up sexy.
tried to eat the safe banana: Yuletide Woot!thefourthvine on August 17th, 2012 08:59 pm (UTC)
I think Nike's secret message here is that dedication doesn't just make you good, it also makes you hot. And super hot for your rival.

Well, if that's how you need to sell shoes, Nike, I will not stand in your way!
Silvain: river's nightssilvainshadows on August 17th, 2012 09:52 pm (UTC)
asdfghjkl;' Basketball and homoeroticism and the hottest rivalry ever, with a dash of near-future sci-fi because 2032 Olympics. That's what I'm getting from this commercial, and I love it. They are totally gonna fuck. I can't possibly believe that's not what all that was leading up to.
tried to eat the safe banana: Yuletide Woot!thefourthvine on August 17th, 2012 09:57 pm (UTC)
YES EXACTLY THANK YOU. I just - sports! Homoeroticism! SF! THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANT THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE SIDNEY CROSBY GETTING A LOT OF HUGS FROM A CERTAIN RUSSIAN.
phamalamaphamalama on August 17th, 2012 10:57 pm (UTC)
YES GO FORTH AND WRITE IT! It's like an epic Olympics RPF kind of story except totally /original/ amirite? I kinda love reading fics that involve angry hate sex that turns into a long-term relationship once the one person thinks back and realizes it! I will totally read it...
tried to eat the safe banana: Yuletide Woot!thefourthvine on August 18th, 2012 02:50 am (UTC)
I'm trying to get someone ELSE to write it! That's the whole point of Yuletide, getting someone else to write in a fandom that should totally have stories in it and yet does not have ENOUGH.

Although frankly I am not averse to getting some stories in this fandom before Yuletide. *looks around for volunteers*
O: solitude (yvonne emerson)agentotter on August 18th, 2012 01:21 am (UTC)
Yep, that was officially the slashiest commercial I have ever seen. And I totally saw the trailer for "The Eagle" so that makes this shit pretty slashy. I don't suppose anybody's writing that fic, you know... now. Because I want it. :D
tried to eat the safe banana: Yuletide Woot!thefourthvine on August 18th, 2012 02:51 am (UTC)
WHO DOESN'T WANT THAT? Seriously, who? Anyone who lays eyes on that commercial immediately starts thinking about blowjobs; I think this is scientifically proven.

So, you know, here is your badge for the Meng Ling/Watkins club. HI. WELCOME. WE HAVE COOKIES. SLASHY, SLASHY COOKIES.
halfway out of the darkvenilia on August 18th, 2012 07:59 am (UTC)
Kinda like this Hark a Vagrant:http://harkavagrant.com/index.php?id=265

:)