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"Bonded" by Jimbo
Pairing: Gamble/Street (Jeremy Renner, Colin Farrell)
Warnings: A little nasty. Slash, bondage.

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Title: "Tether Ball" (200 words)

With a deft move Jim Street fastened the cuff around his ex-partner's left wrist; when the confused Gamble looked over and tried to protest, he found his right arm equally encumbered.

"Wha?"

Street smiled grimly, watching Brian Gamble struggle to shake off sleep. "Here's the rules, starting with the things you can do."

The two sets of handcuffs fastened to the head of Gamble's bed held his muscular arms wide, posed like a naked gymnast. He seemed to only half-listen to Street as he tested their strength.

Impatient, Street continued. "You can sit up, if you try. You can probably manage to scratch your nose. You can take a p*** or a s***, if you don't mind lying in it."

Street stretched out next to Gamble. "If you want to eat or drink, you'll have to ask." He trailed his hand down a ridge of hipbone and nestled his fingertips in the mossy lawn above Gamble's inert c***. "If you want anything else, you have to beg."

"You're f**king kidding me," Gamble said, finally recognizing the seriousness of the situation.

"And here's what you can't do."

Gamble took a deep breath. "What's that, Jimbo?"

"Ever walk out on me again."

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Title: "Force of Nature" (100 words)

"You can't keep me like this, Jimbo."

Brian Gamble's tone was wheedling. His arms were aching, and the skin around his wrists was raw from straining against the handcuffs that had him tethered to the bed.

His former partner didn't respond. He sat across the room, feet up, chewing gum as he stared darkly at Gamble. What the f**k is he thinking, Gamble wondered, still shocked at finding himself held captive by S.W.A.T.'s straight-shooter, Jim Street.

"What do you plan to do now?" Gamble asked, wincing at a sudden pang from his equally raw anus.

Street smiled. "Take my time."

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Title: "There's the Rub" (100 words)

"I've got a cramp in my leg, Jimbo. Jesus, it's killing me!"

A naked Jim Street crouched on the damp mattress and kneaded the bulging quadricep, trying to ease the painful muscle spasm. He knew his ex-partner wasn't one to complain needlessly. Brian Gamble had always been fearless and stoic about everything, except, of course, going to the dentist.

"That's one hell of a kink you got there," Street said, still working on the leg.

Gamble craned his neck and looked pointedly at the handcuffs tethering him to the bed.

"I guess I could say the same for you, brother."

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Title: "Indefinite" (200 words)

"You're getting chafed," Jim Street said as he massaged cream into his former partner's wrist, sliding the bracelet of the handcuff up and down as he worked.

"Why don't you just unlock the f**kers?" asked Brian Gamble. Fettered to the headboard for nearly 48 hours, his mood ricocheted between resignation and fury.

"Can't do it," Street answered, shaking his head and moving to the other arm.

"It doesn't bother a straight-arrow like you that you're breaking a string of laws here, including kidnapping, assault and sodomy?"

Street paused for a minute in his ministrations. "There's no law against securing your own property. And I'm taking good care of you. You're probably getting more rest and nourishment than you have since you left 'S.W.A.T.'"

Gamble groaned. "Jimbo, I think you've officially lost it."

Not answering, Street sat down on the bed and started to stroke Gamble's muscled chest. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Do you need your diaper changed?"

"F**k you, Jimmy!"

Street lowered his face to Gamble's chest, rubbing his stubble and muffling his answer against naked skin.

"How long do you plan on keeping me here?" Gamble asked.

Sitting up, Street sighed and shrugged. "As long as it takes."

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Title: "Consummate Bond" (200 words)

Tears crawled down Brian Gamble's flushed cheeks, and he was unable to wipe them away with hands still cuffed to the head of his bed.

"Did I hurt you?" Jim Street asked in a husky voice. "I swear to God I didn't mean to."

Gamble's breath caught, his quaking chest leveling out as he slowly regained control. His light eyes stared up at the ceiling as he refused to meet the intense stare of his former partner.

"Maybe I am f**king insane," Street said, "keeping you like this." Squatting on the mattress on his haunches, he suppressed a shudder, a nearby fan already chilling his damp skin. Gamble's response was muttered so softly, Street couldn't make it out. He leaned close.

"What did you say, Brian?"

"It didn't hurt. Not like the first time," Gamble replied. "I almost said, 'please don't,' when you started." He paused, then gave a great sigh. "Jimbo, I'm glad I didn't."

Street's expression softened, and he lowered his face to Gamble's sticky belly and nestled it against the precious, flaccid c*** curled there. "That's what I almost said in the locker room, when I knew you were leaving me," he whispered.

"I'm sorry I didn't."

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Title: "Bellyache" (100 words)

"You want some powder on your ass?"

Jim Street's tongue peeked out between taut lips as he carefully folded up the soiled diaper he had just removed from his former partner, Brian Gamble. Gamble, tethered to his bed with handcuffs, was muttering something about a stomach ache.

"F**k you, Jimbo! How can you treat me like a baby after everything we went through together?"

Street leveled dark eyes on Gamble. "It's easy. You are my baby."

"Jesus, Jimmy. It hurts!"

"What hurts, Bri? Your gut? Your wrists? Your hole?"

Gamble swallowed and groaned. "No, mother-f***er," he finally said.

"My heart."

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Title: "Top Gun" (100 words)

Brian Gamble rubbed his raw wrists, avoiding the scrutiny of his former partner and recent captor.

"You're not such a maverick anymore," Jim Street said, tossing the handcuffs aside and turning away.

Gamble raised his head, a spark behind his eyes. "Wha?"

"You heard me," Street said. "I'm top now."

"You're top? Top Dog?"

"Top Gun."

Grunting, Gamble suddenly tackled Street's back. Hot breath seared Street's neck and earlobe as Gamble hissed, "Let's see if you can be such an iceman when you're the one getting f**ked, Jimmy!"

Then Gamble smiled for the first time in hours.

"It's my turn."

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November 2007
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MySpace is Crazy!



Yeah, you heard that right. MySpace is CRAZY!!!

First off, I find it pretty amusing that I get the following ad there...

gay ad

ETA: I forgot to mention that the original image is animated. (Might be flash, actually. I don't remember...)

OK, so that explains why they want to know our 'Orientation,' I guess. (But do they also check out our 'Status,' or what?)

Well, I've had the freaking account there for ages. (I don't even remember WHY I made the account -- or how long ago I did it. But we're talking over a year, I think.

Sure, sure -- THAT was the really CRAZY part!!! LOL. What was I thinking???

So I decide to make my profile PUBLIC yesterday. Next thing I know I'm getting a message from some woman (the photo probably isn't her, but it was mostly undressed and very shapely).

Hell, here's her (supposed) photo for those interested:
amber at ms

So she's telling me about some dating site. Anyway, here's what she said in her message:

Hey there Im Amber and I decided to message you because your profile caught my eye as someone I would like to get to know better!! I recently signed up on a new and far more provocative dating site! You can find my profile here here, under the name of sexyamberwantstoplay. I try to stay away from using myspace because it is very restrictive and too much spam. Thanks!

And here's what I said back to her:

Thanks for writing.

For the record, I'm GAY and MARRIED (with a new baby due to be born any day now). Oh, the new kid will make THREE -- we already have a boy and a girl.

So I'm not much into dating, frankly. And if I were, I don't think you'd be the type of person I'd want to date... LOL. No offense!

Um...

So you did actually read my profile???

And you still sent this message?

OK then...

Bri

Yeah, I was sort of polite -- and sort of snarky. I was kind of pressed to decide how to respond... LOL.

Of course, checking her MySpace profile, I find out she probably won't read replies anyway. So she must just go around spamming people with this shit like mad...

Man, I'm glad that sort of crap doesn't happen here at LJ! I'm just not used to the crazy shit that goes on at MySpace.

And you know what?

I don't think I want to get used to it, either!

What was I thinking when I made an account there??? Jeez.

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Oh yes - MySpace is insanity itself. The amount of spam on there is ridiculous. I'm so glad LJ has measures in place to prevent that.