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So I was going through old email drafts in my gmail account, because I wanted to clear things out and apply pretty labels where they belonged, and I found this:

Sometimes, when Ray had three fingers buried deep in Fraser's ass, he'd hear Fraser making this little noise down in his throat. Husky, more than a sigh, not quite a grunt. It made him want to fuck Fraser's open mouth.

Ray could feel himself shaking a little just from wanting it so much, wanting so badly to push Fraser back on the bed and grab his thighs and just sink into that tightness.

Fraser looked up at him with a face like an open horizon. "Ray," he said, like it was a sentence. Like it was a book. "Ray." His lips were glossy with kisses and he licked them once, twice, until Ray had to lean forward and capture his mouth just to make him stop.

"Jesus, okay, this – this has got to stop, Frase. I can not do this thing with the, with the noises. You need to... here," he said, scrambling off the bed and moving over to his closet. He rummaged in its depths for a minute.

I have NO MEMORY of writing this, but it was all coded and everything. I guess I was writing ball-gag porn in May of 2006! APPARENTLY. WHO KNEW.

In other news, the new Lupe Fiasco album is AMAZING. Seriously, I've been listening to it all morning and I'm pretty much in love. I vote that when someone finally writes the long-awaited and incredibly necessary Patrick Stump Does Hip-Hop fic (Patrick/Kanye! Patrick/Rihanna! Patrick/?uestlove!) that there be an extensive Lupe section.

IN OTHER OTHER NEWS, Marty Dressler is coming to our screens JANUARY SECOND. They moved his episode up to the season premiere, which would seem to indicate that it's going to be as good as, if not BETTER than, our expectations. I am unreasonably excited!!!!



HOT STUFF, AM I RIGHT. Except in horrifying, sadface-making news, I bought my parents their Christmas presents LAST NIGHT, and they are... tickets for the three of us to go to a Broadway show at 8 PM January 2nd. Whaaaaaat. My timing is for shit.

In what is quickly becoming not news at all, I am madly and passionately in love with Ryan Ross and his stupid fucking face and his new tattoos and his smile and his website shenanigans and his HAIR. Ughhhhh when did you become my favorite, Ryro? Why did this happen? Can it please never, ever stop?