.cover: "These Men Who Have Flown" by sheafrotherdon; also, alkdsf;lkdjf WANT

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.first: HATE COMCAST HATE HATE HATE I WANT PRETTY ANGSTY JOHN RIGHT NOW DAMMIT.

.cover: While writhing in searing torment waiting for my chance to snag the episode, I ventured into Photoshop for the first time in some weeks and doodled out a cover for sheafrotherdon's Iowa!verse fic [These Men Who Have Flown].






I have been having serious creativity issues for the past several weeks. While there's an obvious reason for it, i.e. more stress and work than I'm used to, I rely a lot on MS Word/Moleskine/Photoshop to alleviate some of my tension and that these venues haven't been working has kind of made me even more neurotic than I usually am.

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[siria]

Maybe he doesn't know what's going to happen anyway. One of Rodney's big hands is a familiar, heavy weight on the back of his neck, while the other curls around John's cock, stroking him with the light touch of callused fingertips that Rodney long ago learned could produce the most interesting of moans.

They've done this a dozen, a hundred times--face to face and belly to belly, breathing one another's breath and passing moans from mouth to mouth -- and this time, like so many others, John feels like he's learning something new, though he doesn't know whether it's about Rodney or himself.