I’m pretty sure I’ve queued the same 500 or so mckirk/chris/karl/bones/jim posts like, a billion times over the course of blogging about mckirk but i don’t even care
Bill Maher on the criticism he’s received for his views on religion, his film, Religulous, specifically.
thepathlesstrekked prompted: JIM WALKS IN ON BONES JACKING OFF AND REALIZES THAT HE’S WAY MORE TURNED ON BY IT THAN HE SHOULD BE
Jim should have left.
He should have listened. He should have paid attention to the soft noises from outside the room. He should have made more noise with his key when he unlocked the door. He should have turned around and bolted out the door when he walked in to their room and saw Bones stretched out on his bed, legs spread wide, the way the bed was set up affording anyone who walked in the door a glorious, intimate look at the vibrator sliding in and out of Bones’s ass, the hand wrapped around his cock.
He should have insisted that they feng shui the room so he could have avoided that view in the first place.
Because he had stopped, he had stared, mouth agape and dry as he tried to swallow, and now he was as hard as Bones was.
Bones’s eyes were wide, panicked, and his hands slipped clumsily, the first time Jim had ever seen them anything less than precise. “You had—your class—”
It had been cancelled, with no more notification than a note on the door. But Jim couldn’t process that fact right now. Couldn’t really process anything than the sight of Bones spread open—he hadn’t covered up, for some reason—and swallowing, hard, at the sight.
His eyes slid away from Bones’s pink hole, up the dark trail on his abdomen, up his well-muscled chest to his face. He could see anxiety in his eyes, yes, but something else—embarrassment and arousal, he thought suddenly, mixed together.
He didn’t move.
Something shifted in Bones’s expression, a steely determination mixing along with the rest as he heaved a deep breath. For a moment, Jim was distracted by the glistening of the sweat that accented the outlines of his chest.
Then Bones spoke.
“Well?” His voice was hoarse, shaking slightly, but he spread his legs even wider, sliding the vibrator out with a slick pop. It was huge, and the way Bones’s ass looked when it left—
“What’re you waiting for?”
A jolt went through Jim’s stomach.
His clothes barely had time to hit the floor before he had lunged towards the bed.
Karl Urban as Lord Vaako → The Chronicles Of Riddick (2004)
Some of my video from Karl Urban’s panel at Chicago Comic Con this weekend. In which he promises that Chris Pine and Simon Peg will get theirs one day and discusses other pranks.
Wizard World Chicago Comic Con
August 23, 2014