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Okay, so in the last 24 hours, I've written nearly 1200 words of comment porn. Which puts me nowhere near what a lot of you have done with BB fics, but hey ;)

I decided to compile it here. The first several are from over at linaerys's Top of the Tops; Bottom of the Bottoms round one part one post. The last one is from wendy's Happy Birthday Sam Winchester post.

Various pairings under the cut.

These were paired by a random generator, by the way…

Chris Keller (Oz)/Ianto Jones (Torchwood)
Chris had a hand either side of Ianto's head, and growled in his face, "Kiss me."

Ianto wanted to, he so did, but if he held out a little longer, Chris would shove him up against the tiled wall and just take what he was asking for. Would push Ianto's trousers down over his hips, pull Ianto's leg up around his waist and fuck into him, hard and demanding. And that? That Ianto wanted like he wanted oxygen.

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)/Harry Potter (Harry Potter)
The trip to the States was supposed to be quick, and Harry hadn't planned on hooking up, but the guy he'd found slaying the dragon he'd come to get was hot like fire. Dean something. There were drinks, and Jack Daniels wasn't like Butterbeer, and suddenly they were in some bloody awful motel room, naked, and Harry was waving his wand and saying, "Accio lube," and begging Dean to fuck him nownownow. And muggle or not, Dean could fuck like nobody's business.

Jon Stewart (Pundit RPS)/James Wilson (House)
Jon was hot, felt like his tie was strangling him, was hard enough to burst right out of his pants, and was trying to get the guy over to the sofa so they could get down to business, when James broke their kiss and turned to face the wall. "You gonna fuck me, Jon?" he said. Which, um, wasn't exactly how Jon thought this was going to go down, but it wasn't like topping was a bad thing or anything, so he said, "Um, yeah. Sure," and did.

Sirius Black (HP)/Simon Tam (Firefly/Serenity)
Simon had a very strong urge to ask the man to wash his hair, and his clothes were dubious to say the least, but there was something rather irresistible about him anyway. Besides which, on these backwater border planets, you couldn't be too picky. If Jayne's glare was anything to go by, the guy would work just fine to make him jealous. They ended up fucking in the empty shuttle, the man's skinny flanks no replacement for Jayne's thick muscles between Simon's thighs, but he was hot and hard and willing, and that was enough for the time being.

Greg House (House)/Will Turner (POtC)
The boy smelled strangely like the sea without smelling anything like the Shore, but his hair flopped in his face not unlike Wilson's used to when they were younger, and he had those lips, and he was arching his back and lowering himself inch by inch onto Greg's dick, and so really, there was nothing to complain about.

Alex Rodriguez (Baseball RPS)/Rusty (Ocean's movies)
Rusty hadn't had any expectations when he turned up at the party to honor the players, well, other than good food--the caterer was some kind of genius with mini-quiche--so A-Rod following him into the men's room was a total bonus. They grappled with each other's flies, and Rusty was all good with shared hand-jobs, but Mr Rodriguez had other ideas, and before he knew it, Rusty was face-to-the-wall horny, writhing on the ball-player's fingers, grunting for his dick.

John Winchester (Supernatural)/Stephen Colbert (Pundit RPS)
John Winchester was not in the habit of fucking men in three-piece suits, he wasn't really in the habit of fucking men at all, but something about the way the guy looked at him with hot eyes and wouldn't stop talking made it seem like bending him over the fender and fucking him until his endless words turned into gasps was the best plan. Mr Colbert certainly wasn't complaining.

James Bond (Casino Royale)/Mohinder Suresh (Heroes)
James nearly forgot he was here to get the list, the man was so damn pretty. Pretty enough James was torn between wanting to sink to his knees and see if the man's cock looked as good as his face and wanting to twist his fingers into all that hair and watch those lips turn red with the friction of sucking dick. Before the night was over, James had both pleasures and more besides. Even better than his mouth was Mohinder Suresh's arse, firm and tight, hot, begging to be fucked.

Anderson Cooper (Pundit RPS)/Lindsey MacDonald (Angel)
Mr MacDonald seemed to take it as given that he was going to pitch, and usually Anderson would be all for catching, but something about the man's arrogance grated on his nerves, and so he decided tonight he was doing the fucking. It meant a lot of rolling around getting sweaty, nipping teeth and throaty laughs as lines were drawn and crossed, but in the end Lindsey was begging, hoarse and wanton, and that was even better than the fuck.



And now, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM WINCHESTER
Dean's deal came due at midnight, and the plan they came up with works better than any of them ever imagined, so they had the whole rest of Sam's birthday to celebrate.

The first time was right there on his knees in the dirt of the crossroad, arms tight around Dean, fused from lips to thighs, nothing but clinging and rough friction until they both collapsed, spent.

The second time was slower, limbs tangled in the back seat of the Impala, pausing between hungry kisses to grin and pick flecks of white out of each other's happy trails, to grip and stare, and say, "You're here? You're really still here?" and grin again. Dean saying "Happy Birthday, Sammy" and looking away as his voice broke on the words, both of them laughing so hard in the wake of orgasm that Dean slid into the footwell and got stuck and Sam hit his head on the door.

The third time was in the shower they both so desperately needed after coming twice in their jeans, hands slick with soap and re-hydrated jizz, Sam secretly and Dean not so secretly delighted with the filthiness of it all.

The fourth time was after breakfast at an all-night diner, in the hotel room, a boutique place Dean insisted on as a 'treat' for Sam's birthday, the two of them rolling on the featherbed, Dean begging, "Fuck me, need you in me, Sam," and Sam just saying, "Mine, mine, mine," thinking, they can't take you.

The fifth time wasn't long after the fourth, Sam somehow rising again with the heavy musk of his brother on his tongue, the weight of him in his mouth, even after spilling so recently into Dean's ass. He clung to Dean, rutted against his belly, and Dean had just enough energy to curl fingers around the back of Sam's head and slide his leg between Sam's thighs.

The sixth time was after they'd slept most of the day away and ordered room service, full of steak and french fries, but not so full they couldn't wrap hot fingers around hotter cocks.

The seventh time it wasn't really Sam's birthday any more at all, a middle-of-the-night blowjob that Dean decided Sam needed right then, at 12:07am. 24 hours and one minute after the first time in the year Sam Winchester was 25. In the first year of the rest of Dean's life.