April 20th, 2011
|05:52 am - singing in the shower...|
It's still fairly dark when George tiptoes back in from his morning run. His husbands are curled together in the middle of bed, a sprawl that has pulled the blankets down to expose a fair bit of skin. George smiles, tugging the sheet back over them and brushing a kiss over Peter's shoulder and Jake's jaw before padding to the bathroom.
Jake hates it when he sings in the shower and George doesn't kid himself, it really does sound like a cat drowning, he supposes. It doesn't stop him from singing anyway, though these days, he's quieter about it...
"It was no accident me finding you
Someone had a hand in it
Long before we ever knew
Now I just can't believe you're in my life
Heaven's smilin' down on us
As I look at you both tonight
I tip my hat to the keeper of the stars
He sure knew what he was doin'
When he joined these three hearts
I hold everything
When I hold y'all in my arms
I've got all I'll ever need
Thanks to the keeper of the stars..."
February 15th, 2011
|05:59 am - beyond lust|
It's oh-dark-thirty when George rolls out of bed. Time for the morning run and then it's off to the studio. He pauses as he pads to the bathroom, looking back at Jake who mutters softly and burrows deeper into the tangled bedding. Peter is gone, spending Valentine's Day with Helena at his husbands' urging. Something in George's chest flutters at the thought of leaving Jake alone this morning.
It isn't heart pounding, palms sweaty, light-headed love that brings him back to bed.
Flipping the comforter back around so he can cover them both, George pulls Jake close. "Shhh," he whispers against tangled hair and rubs a bare foot over a muscled calf. Jake snuggles into the embrace.
This is love, George thinks. This, the quiet in his head, cherishing the soft moments after the passion has cooled and there's nothing left but the vulnerability of their souls laid bare. Tenderness without the drive to turn it into more. Real love, that's been waiting beyond the lust has burned everything else away.
Smiling, George kisses Jake's shoulder and closes his eyes. "I love you."
February 10th, 2011
Re:( dynamics )
February 7th, 2011
|09:30 pm - Text to Peter Sarsgaard|
Hey. Sorry bout last night. Was cold n distracted more than drunk. Well yah drunk 2 but not that drunk. Had lunch today with ma. Told her about 3 of us. She didn't flip out 2 bad.
|01:08 pm - half-hungover George has a visit with his mom|
(players not pups - current)
( It's well past 11 when George finally drags himself out of bed, half dead and mouth tasting like... )
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February 6th, 2011
|10:17 pm - Text Message to Jake G, Peter S, Karl U, Angela Eads and Brig M|
after parting m frozen ass of o shi forgot ho muh nergy bigDis
|05:34 pm - Text Message to Jake G, Peter S, Karl U, Angela Eads and Brig M|
and we play football!
|04:41 pm - Text Message to Jake G, Peter S, Karl U, Angela Eads and Brig M|
( ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL! )
January 29th, 2011
|11:30 am - email to Karl Urban|
Re:( dynamics )
January 25th, 2011
|04:39 pm - email to Karl Urban|
( Dynamics )
January 24th, 2011
December 24th, 2010
|11:00 pm - Christmas|
It's raining again but it's only made Christmas morning more cuddly. It's a sweet enough place to be that no one feels cheated out of a white Christmas. Peter'd put on some light jazzy holiday music and George brought out the fruit tray they'd prepared for breakfast. Now they're all three laying about in their skivvies, feeding each other bits of this and that and opening presents.
The saddles he'd gotten for Jake and Peter come with an explanation from George about how having their own custom fit tack will make being on horseback better. He won't say anything now about the saddle that's custom made for pony play with Jake...that's for later when it's just the two of them. George has something he's put back for Peter as well, though he's not sure he has the guts yet to bring it out.
There's more presents too. Bigger gifts and little stuff they'd picked up here and there. And stockings full of goodies - but the real joy isn't in opening gifts. The heart of the holiday isn't under a tree or in a stocking - it's the sparkle in Peter's eyes as he licks Jake's fingers clean and the indulgent grin they share when George sings along to Deck the Halls... badly.
Christmas is love.
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December 23rd, 2010
|08:51 pm - Merry Christmas - Peter/George|
When George had brought the taxidermy mounted armadillo home, Jake and Peter had thought he was joking. By the time they'd realized he was serious about keeping it, he'd named the critter and given it a permanent home above the cabinets in the kitchen.
( Dilly stays simply because George thinks he's adorable and because Jake and Peter love George. )
December 18th, 2010
|10:41 am - Happy Birthday Jake|
(players only - happened last night at Est LA)
WARNING - On occasion piggy Jake likes nasty humiliating sex. Usually he goes to Sam to scratch the itch but George wanted to do something special for his birthday. Rightclick highlight for full warnings: It's not as dirty as Sam gets, but this is pretty shocking for George including some pretty convincing domination, pissfucking, a pretty obscene horse dildo and language only dirty pigs appreciate.
( This little piggy is a dirty fucking cockslut.... )
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October 16th, 2010
|10:08 am - George and Jake - are we excluding Peter|
(players only - current)
[No warnings, though pony play is discussed it is only mentioned in passing; log cut to allow everyone to read]
( ...I feel kinda guilty for shutting Peter out... )
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October 9th, 2010
|07:23 pm - George and Peter - spanking|
(players only - Timeline: happens mid-summer 2010 while Peter is filming Lantern. Jake's gone for the afternoon, leaving Peter and George to handle the chores.)
They’d been folding laundry. Innocent enough until George’s mouth gets involved and the next thing you know he’s admitting to Peter exactly what had got him so hot and bothered that morning. So very hot and bothered that George had pounced Jake and Peter while they were still half asleep.
( Somewhere in the conversation about pirates and laps and red asses, it had gone from discussing a most excellent REM session to Peter making eyes at George and... yeah. )
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|06:16 pm - Reflection -|
(players only - Though Jake balked at the idea, Peter agreed readily to attend pre-marital counseling with George. Two months later, here's a sneak peak into the counseling sessions through the eyes of George's pastor.)
I watch them hold hands on the love seat across from me and I smile. The gesture is such a natural expression of solidarity - of supportive love. It's an obvious sign of a healthy relationship, ( but I am very aware, too, of the worries George brought to me months ago when he asked if our congregation would welcome a triad. )
May 27th, 2010
|08:31 am - George and Jake - guess who invited you to a beating?|
(players only -backdated to the evening of Friday, May 12 - after these chats took place midweek via IM and via the Establishment message boards)
At the time it had sounded like a good idea. Better than good. Brilliant.
Now, with butterflies doing loops in his gut, George isn't so sure. He'd gotten here early to set up the room. Which had only taken him all of 5 minutes, leaving him 25 minutes to question himself and rethink the plan.
What if it pisses Jake off?
For all Jake knows, filming is going late tonight and George is still at work. ( Call it what you will, George had lied to his husband )
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May 21st, 2010
|09:28 pm - Triad Christmas|
(Players Only- Part 8 of this arc)
( George asks Peter... )
Forever — is composed of Nows —
'Tis not a different time —
Except for Infiniteness —
And Latitude of Home —
From this — experienced Here —
Remove the Dates — to These —
Let Months dissolve in further Months —
And Years — exhale in Years —
Without Debate — or Pause —
Or Celebrated Days —
No different Our Years would be
From Anno Domini's —
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