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12 January 2006 @ 02:01 pm
Cannibals and Sharon the Ostritch.  
It turns out that maybe the Donner family didn't eat anybody. They did eat their pet dog Uno, but their wagon broke down and they didn't quite make it to the cannibal party. The things you learn.

Other things I have learned: murphy's oil soap leaves a really thick something or other on the wood, even after you mop it off as the directions say you should. I suppose that is to be expected, given the fact that it calls itself a 'laminating' soap.

And lastly, I'm watching the Discovery channel and it keeps blowing my mind. They do the coolest things! Now there's this professor and his undergrad assistant role playing as T-Rex and Triceratops, and it's blowing my mind that there's enough in a department budget to pay for an undergrand assistant to run around on a salt flat in a weird metal box, pretending to be a T-Rex to his professor's Triceratops.

Also? They've trained an ostritch to run on a treadmill. It's really funny.

How are you doing today, livejournals? Because I'm clearly still. bored. *sigh*
 
 
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.hackthis on January 13th, 2006 07:24 pm (UTC)
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Surreal. That the only word that comes to Galen's mind as Helo's hands reach around Lee and yank at Galen's clothes. Galen's not even sure how his feet got him this far in the dark, but Lee and Helo have this pull, this magnetic attraction with their wet mouths and hooded eyes, and he couldn't have said no even if he'd wanted to. Who wouldn't want to be there, with then, and this whatever this is. There's some gap in the space-time continuium that's allowed this to happen, and Galen's on some other plane, some time where they've defeated the Cylons and he has this thing with the CAG and Helo where Lee's fingers on him, pulling at his clothes, moving his arms and pulling his shirts over his head. It's some other life where Helo's fingers are rubbing Galen's neck, the thumb of his hand rubbing that soft spot just behind Galen's left ear, and someone's making these noises, it's probably him. And then Helo's kissing him, and Galen doesn't remember much of anything, because Helo is 100 percent male, and his kisses are deep and hard, and Galen's toes curl in his boots so hard that they cramp.

"Mind if I get in here?" filters into Galen's brain and he gasps loudly when Helo pulls away, bright eyes dark, and Helo's mouth, Hera, why hasn't Galen noticed Helo's mouth before? Galen's head is turned by Lee's hand pulling his chin in Lee's direction and why is Galen wasting his time thinking when the Captain's shirtless and standing between him and Helo?

Once upon a time, Galen was a smart man, but who needs to be smart, when Lee Adama is smiling at him with those white teeth and a smirk on his face that can only mean good things for Galen. Lee – Lee – Lee – Galen can touch Lee and his fingers are tentative for only a moment before they're tangling in dark brown hair and meeting Lee in the sort of kiss that makes Galen's teeth hurt.

If Galen thought kissing Helo was mind-shattering, kissing the CAG is like every holiday and every birthday rolled into one mind-altering stroke of a wet tongue after another. Lee kisses like he flies, as though every kiss might be the last, and Galen's hands are greedy on Lee's torso. Stroking, mapping, finding ribs and thin scars. His fingers pinching Lee's nipples unmercilessly, until he's distracted by a body pressing behind him, and Helo's hands are on Galen's hips. Those enormous, striking hands are unfastening Galen's pants.
pure FORESHADOWING: Bad Example! - Snowflakesleepnifra_idril on January 13th, 2006 07:35 pm (UTC)
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"Frak," he whispers, and his sweatshirt is pulled off, "Frak me, Zeus," he says again, as Helo pushes his pants down, as Helo's thumb and forefinger rub lightly over the head of his cock, circling it. One hand holds him in place, and Helo keeps murmuring against his ear, not real words, just soft, hot sounds, warm breath enough to make him shiver and buck as Lee licks over his neck, his chest, like he did to Helo, like he's comparing them almost, making some kind of study of the two of them. Galen's head falls back into the cradle of Helo's shoulder, and he arches his neck, his eyes shuttering shut.

"Gods," he whimpers when Lee's hand smoothes down his stomach, over his hips, when Lee's fingers tangle with Helo's, "Oh, Frak, Frak *me*," he can't stop saying, and he's moving much too fast now, talking much too loud until Helo kisses him again. To shut him up, he knows that, he knows they have to be quiet, have to be smart, have to - have to -

But, *frak*, who can think like this? Who can think with Helo's hard cock pressing up against the small of his back, Helo's tongue deep in his mouth, and Lee's body pressed against his from the front, solid and hard, too, and their hands - like a competition, like they're trying to see who can -- Galen can't stop himself, whimpering into Helo's mouth, pushing into their hands, Zeus, so many fingers, so much, too much and he comes too fast, he knows it's too fast, knows they'd do it slower if they could, knows these two would keep playing him between them like this as long as they could, but he can't stop it, comes so hard his whole body tenses, and after Helo rubs at his hip. Gentling him, bringing him back, until he can finally open his eyes, look at Lee in front of him, eyes sparkling as he whispers, "Who's next?"
secret clever name: sex3jane on January 14th, 2006 03:39 am (UTC)
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*whimpers*
adafrog: Lee-watchforthepoliticsadafrog on January 14th, 2006 04:43 am (UTC)
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OMG hot. *fans self*
rebelliousrose: deliciousrebelliousrose on June 30th, 2008 04:45 am (UTC)
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Sweet flying monkeys, I think I need a shower.