SOBRAN

Is it .. . no! It CAN'T be!! But .. . frowns

sobran — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 12:46:45 GMT

YES!!! I'm back!

More or less.

Back meaning that i paid my webspace bill and - tada! Icon's are back and all my other stuff.

A lot has happened since I last updated. Most of the people probably forgot about me, but that won't stop me from going back to iconing should i have the time and creative juices in the near future.

Still, i'd like to thank everyone who enjoyed this site, whether it was my icons, wallpapers, ps brushes or .. uhh . . whatever else I put up here! Hehe.

Other stuff is soon to come! Soon being relative, meaning 'slow' but surely!

Shapoopi

sobran — Sun, 29 Oct 2006 21:19:15 GMT

Good Lord, I'm back again.

Senior year at my school. I tell you just that: I damn well hope I remember school as more fun than it really was.
And, to make a long post unusually short, here are the last months I didn't post in a recap:

School started and began to kick my ass, yet again
Realised I had a crap load of work to do for my final year
Didn't have as much time for my hobbies, let alone for sleeping xD
Rented Miami Vice, The Shield and I'm still trying to get that Perry Mason DVD
Re-watched Blackadder 3 and 4. Again xD
PC broke - my motherboard leacked. It was ugly, believe me. Rest in peace, Gertrude.

Soo. The last few days I set up my pc again, tried to copy all my old data on my new hard disk.
Let's just say, life gave me lemons and I made a damn sour lemonade and sold it to the nice old lady upstairs.

I hope I'll be back more. Even if it's just to rant about my shows or keep in touch with the few people who might remember meee xD

Oh, yeah. I hope I'll maybe get the icons for "Hard Promises" up by the end of this week. At least I try, because it would be now . .. . or in a year from now -_-'

Hope you all do well!

The Shield

sobran — Thu, 14 Sep 2006 12:52:23 GMT

Sobran's new favourite show. Omg, I'm so hooked.

And this is just a *squeee!* post, because Ecklie! is on a season 2 episode . .. . guh.
Gruesome, but then again, it's The Shield, so what do I know.

Man, I love this show.

Plus. Dave's getting me the new House episodes. Can't wait! xD

dude. srsly. NOT funny. so so not funny.

sobran — Fri, 08 Sep 2006 17:21:19 GMT

My friend and I went shopping this afternoon after school for clothes and school stuff - I survived the first week! *yay* - and we had to take the underground (subway, for our American friends). Then this black guy took the seat opposite of us. After, maybe, 6 stations, I and my friend noticed that this guy had his dick out! WTF?

'Out' like 'free', 'flapping in the afternoon breeze' and like 'for (almost) everyone to see'.

He kind of hid it with his rucksack a bit, but it was obvious that he wanted us to see it, spread legs and all. After my friend noticed it, she just looked at me and we changed seats.
Gawd. I mean, what the holy friggin' fuck?! Three o'clock in the damn afternoon, and we're running into a sicko exhibitionist. If we wouldn't have been so shocked the first moments, I would have kicked him in the nuts or something . .. . but then again, I'm pretty fond of my cowboy boots, and I would have to throw them away right after de-dicking this sick weirdo.

And I don't know if it is a good thing that I vaguely know that this is only the first stage for this guy - thanks to the masses od´f crime shows I watch. Not long, and he'll start doing this at night until he takes one of his victims home with him . ..

Srsly. Creepy exhibitionists in the middle of the fucking day? Not funny. So so not funny.

Now there's only "watching creepy child porn" and "sodomy" left on my 'I'm still innocent' list . . .

Ahahaha. Clean, my ass . . . well, it's clean. Really.

sobran — Sun, 03 Sep 2006 20:51:29 GMT

Seen and snagged from misdemeanor79.

Nice and clean

You scored 178 cleanliness!

Overall, you're on the better side of average. You can be somewhat untidy, but not terribly. You probably do most major household chores on a fairly regular basis but have a couple questionable hygienic idiosynchrasies that you try to keep under wraps. In sum: unfussy, but clean enough to be pretty pleasant.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 99% on variable 1

Link: The Definitive Hygiene Test written by LeeLeo on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

IKEA

sobran — Sun, 03 Sep 2006 18:40:36 GMT

Wohnst du noch oder lebst du schon?

Aye. Enuff.

Finally, after bribing my parents, as I'm broke, we're going to IKEA.

I still don't know if I'll go home with Skruvsta or Joel. I'll decide when I've actually seen them live, in the fle- *er* wood. Plastic. Whatever.

Oh my. But wouldn't Joel perfectly go with Billy? Oh, I'm so tempted.

And, yeah, I know I'm a dork.

Oy!

sobran — Fri, 01 Sep 2006 10:35:54 GMT

Billy Joel. My, my.

"I write a new verse of "We Didn't Start the Fire" every few years. Right now, I'm up to -- "A-Rod, Ipod, Jacko's Free, There's No God.'"

When people tell me they love the song "Just the Way You Are," I tell them I wrote it about a transvestite hooker I picked up on night in the village. Sure, it's not true, but it never fails to ruin the song for them.

1982, I was riding my motorcycle when a car ran into me. it really opened my eyes. I realized -- of course, car accidents.

Elton John and I became really good friends. I don't mean "good friends" in that sense. I just mean we slept together."

reality check

sobran — Fri, 01 Sep 2006 10:17:02 GMT

-> i'm wondering if i should start writing everything lowercase. Nah. Too annyoing xD

-> It's Friday morning. A brand new, spanky, kewl, daily newspaper called "Österreich" ("Austria") is about to start publishing today. It claims itself to be modern, critical, impartial and trendy. Oh, as if. We got a teaser version of it in the mail. I opened it up and immediately found 3 grammatical errors in the first 2 paragraphs. My head begins to ache and I have to think of my German teacher Miss Messner. She's always ranting about the more sophisticated newspapers and how she's even finding grammatical errors in them. She'll have a heart attack if she reads this *ahahaha* xD

-> We got a new kitchen. Thank God. I truly thought about photographing our old one and write 'crack house' on it, just for laughs.

-> As I assumed for a good couple of months now, my father's about to kick off. His kidneys crap out on him and he has to go to the hospital for dialysis. Like, every other two days. I don't feel as sad as I think I'm supposed to. I just somehow feel bad for him. I don't know. We were never that close. And I don't know if I'm going to hell when I say this, but I don't think I'll incredibly miss him. I'm more sad for my mother. I don't know how she will take it loosing him one day.

-> Countdown: 3 days until school starts. Shoot me! Whaaaah! Well. I'm going to see my friends on a regular basis now again, which is . .. kind of nice. I'm in my senior year now, so no 8th graders are going to screw with me xD *muwhahahaha*

Gil Grissom Wallpaper

sobran — Thu, 31 Aug 2006 16:31:49 GMT

Just made a new layout, so this is a kind of mock version of it ^^
Love Rashomama to bits (as I love "Rashomon" - a master piece), so I just had to do something with these pics.
Take it, don't claim it, and, most importantly, enjoy it =)
Let me know if you like the wallpaper!

1024x768 | 800x600

Credits: Pics -> Modern Day Gallery
Textures -> Tere

Oh, and, yes, I know this is a Catherine quote, but I think she brings it to the point in this scene. I liked it, and used it.

New layout . ..

sobran — Wed, 30 Aug 2006 16:26:11 GMT

. . . to remember William Petersens bearded goodness. Sigh.
I don't know if I will keep this one for very long, though. LJ makes me crazy - in terms of layouts. I'm pretty good at html and php (a bit ^^'), but lj just drives me nuts. So. Pre coded, self graphiced own coloured layout. I'm too lazy to clean up the calendar. Meh.

Oh, well. Gil's here. Everything's fine.

Just the other night,

sobran — Mon, 28 Aug 2006 19:21:47 GMT

I had THE most amazingly hot dream about William Petersen. Jerking Off. In some kind of barn, where in the middle of the day only little threads of light sneak in, kind of misty. Yeah. I'm such an open book, and I know it. But it was the hottest thing I've ever seen. He still had the beard. Heh.
Oh, why can't you record your dreams? That would be my new favourite porn movie, ever.

Wish me luck!

sobran — Sun, 27 Aug 2006 22:14:54 GMT

After completing successfully my "NYPD Blue Season 1" Marathon - intravenously, like, srsly dude and every empty phrase imaginable in this language - I'm off to yet another box.

"Law & Order" Season 1. Shouldn't be that bad. A young Chris Noth (were are the butt shots now?) - in my notes he shall be called "Mr. Middle", since I'm having the pleasure of watching Mr. Big in his earlier days - and the rest of the gang is quite amusing.
And I so love seeing the first season of shows that are actually in their 12th now. LOL. What a way to rake you through, eh?
I'm still kind of anticipating my very first "Miami Vice" episode.

Oh. And I got the 1st Season of CSI, too. Wheee. To celebrate William Petersen's beardless-ness and maybe remember what a baby faced, quirky guy he used to be before everything went downhill, including the one-bad-mood-away-from-a-cabin-and-a-4000-word-manifesto fashion statement beard (as Sobell put it, so well).

Well. I don't have a life. For the next year, anyway.

wooot!

sobran — Sat, 26 Aug 2006 13:55:47 GMT

I just got a new monitor. 19 zoll, 1280x1024 resolution, 'magic spin' and digital something usb port whatever. All these great features you don't really need.

But, maybe my eyes won't pop out just yet. Still got a lot of work to do.

And I finally got rid of my old monitor. I think we were probably the same age.

Farewell, Willie. May you rest in peace.

18 year old girl found, after 8 years missing

sobran — Fri, 25 Aug 2006 11:09:05 GMT

I still remember the many photos of her on every public transport imaginable.

She was just as old as me when she was abducted, at the age of 10.

Now, after 8 years of being held in a prison-like cell in a cellar of a 44 year old man, she managed to escape.

She had to call him "Gebieter" (something like "Master" or "Lord").

The abducter threw himself infront of a tramway, because, as he told Natasha, "They're never going to get me alive."

I don't understand why people are capable of doing such things. It's not that shocking that it happened where I live. I know there are scumbags all over the world, no matter what nationality they are.

But after 8 years, damn. I really didn't think she was stil alive. And I'm not sure if being alive is for the better if you missed your whole childhood and being abused a perverted sicko.

But, for what it's worth, all the luck in the world for this girl.

You survived.

New CSI Promo Shot for Season 7

sobran — Fri, 25 Aug 2006 09:35:16 GMT

Abby Road forge thingy?
Nicky shaved his head, so he could look like a nazi, again?!
Grissom's the barefoot equivalent to Paul McCartney??! (wait until some weirdo hardcore fans find the license plate, saying he died of cancer -.-')
Grissom SHAVED his beard???!!!!

Welcome to season 7 of CSI.

Say no more oO'

CSI - Child Molestation/Rape Case?

sobran — Sun, 20 Aug 2006 13:49:03 GMT

Has there EVER been something like this on this show?

I mean, I'm pretty sure I've seen almost every episode there is to be seen of CSI, but . . . as I'm currently writing an essay on American crime shows and the themes their tackling, I'm pretty surprised that this hasn't been brought up in one of the CSI episodes.

And with molestation I don't mean Nicky's last minute baby sitter or the weirdo case with the psychiatrist and this extremely stupid 'back into mommy's womb' thearpy. I mean an actual case.

Hmmm. I really know that this is a touchy issue. Maybe even too touchy for prime time television.

And, for the love of God, I don't even want to think about what Grissom might do . . . but it surely will be more than just scaring the living daylights out of Greg by breaking his test tubes tray.

Heh.

sobran — Sun, 20 Aug 2006 09:03:11 GMT

It's not the first time I google earthed Las Vegas, but . . . this time, searching for some sort of green area that could pass as a park - fic research *sigh* -, I noticed something odd. O-D-D, more the like.

I know that casino bosses want to be as carful as possible, but what the fuck is this?

Some terrorists are trying to figure out the best place for a helicopter landing? With Google Earth?!

Whatever they're afraid of. But this looks like crap.

And the funny thing is, they haven't just covered up the big places, no.
Every tiny, fuckup casino on the strip looks like this.

Oh, I'm easy to entertain, I know.

Guh

sobran — Fri, 18 Aug 2006 21:53:28 GMT

I'm not even *this close* to the half of my "NYPD-Blue-analysis-marathon", and I'm wondering, just how many times exactly do you have to see David Caruso naked to go blind?

I mean, I'm watching the forth episode, and I've already wittnessed, what? 4 sex scenes? I truly don't recall how many. There were just too many.

Good God, I thought this was a cop drama. Maybe being a cop is all about getting naked and having sex with you ex-wife.

Guh.

CSI fic: Vienna waits for you (NC17, Gil/Nick)

sobran — Thu, 17 Aug 2006 21:29:45 GMT

Title: Vienna waits for you
Author: sobran
Pairing: Gil/Nick
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Uh, well. Not sure, but I guess kind of a subconscious “shagging in public places” kink, drawn out PWP with bits of pseudo plot because I can ^^ Oh, and, my mother tongue isn’t English, so please forgive me every mistake that screams ‘Hallo, I speak German’.
Summary: Gil and Nick take a trip through Europe, but it isn’t only sight seeing they’re doing.
Author's Notes: My very first fan fic of any kind, and therefore my very first CSI fic. Unbetad, as this was something like an impulse – and I had to get it written down – and I’m quite not sure whether this sucks or not. Feedback would be great, so, comment if you like it and comment (please) if you thought it sucked monkey balls. Thanks :D

The last week he got laid in three different countries and got blow jobs on three different airlines. He’s a little sore from the quickie they had in the bathroom of an amazing Italian restaurant right beside the Pantheon.

But how could he refuse Gil? No, he couldn’t. At that time, he was sure that no one would have been capable of averting the hot gaze of his lover’s dark blue eyes.

Get your pants off and bend over, Nicky.

The whisper in his left ear sounded too pleading to pass as a command, but it was loaded with the urgency of Gil's arousal. It was short, as intended, and after Nick took a look and made sure no one was with them, they left the men’s room and returned to their table.

The fact that Gil fucked him in a restaurant’s men’s room or that he gave Gil a blow job on an airplane wasn’t that shocking. It was more the way Gil took him each and every time that surprised him. If he wouldn’t know it better, he thought Gil was trying to make him his, to claim him, brand him with his marks on the insides of his body. He could not quite put his finger on what exactly changed, but he knew when it began.

What was it? Oh yeah. They were 20 minutes on the plane headed for London, their first stop on their trip through Europe, and finally allowed to take their seatbelts off, iPod on and here come the drinks, gentlemen. Can I get you something?

That was when Gil reached out and rested his hand on Nicks thigh. Pretty damn close to his crotch, but still at a safe distance. Gil smiled over at him.

“Everything all right?”, Nick wasn’t sure why he asked, but he did it anyway.

“Oh, yes. Everything is fine.” But that smile turned into a smirk and then in a grin. At the beginning of their relationship, Nick was not sure if he ever would be able read Gil Grissom like an open book. It’s not that he wanted to know the man’s every thought, but he had the feeling it will take quite some time to get to know Gil on this level. Now, after nearly 1 year, he prided himself with the fact that he could at least take a damn good guess at what the man was up to. And right now? Oh, he could tell.

“Gil? I know that look. Stop it.”

Gil knew that Nick had caught him, but he tried his most innocent look on his lover, anyway.

“Stop what? You don’t know what I’m thinking, Nicky.”

“You bet. I don’t know if you’re aware of it, but you’re gettin’ that greedy smirk every time you’re horny.” In your face. The smirk tuned down a bit but didn’t disappear completely.

“So. What was I thinking?”, Gil challenged.

“Hmm.” Nick made a show out of thinking about it although he already knew what he was going to say.

”I guess you were thinking just how much time would be enough for me to wait to follow you to the toilet”, Nick sported a smirk of his own now.

Gil’s eyes widened a bit at that. “Uh, well . . . ”, he actually blushed.

What? Oh God, what a way to be wrong. Did he just offer sweaty-crammed-in-an-airplane-bathroom-sex? Talking about reading the man’s thoughts.

“That wasn’t what I was thinking, but it isn’t a bad idea, actually”, Gil spoke in a lower voice so no one around them would be able to hear them. “You know, I never did in on a plane, Nicky”, and with that Gil stood up, and made his way to the bathroom.

Now Nick flinched a bit. He wanted to tease Gil a little, not jump him on an airplane. Well, at second thought, he never did it on an airplane, either. So what. What is the staff going to do when they bust them? Throw them off the plane?

After briefly wondering if getting caught having sex in an airplane bathroom was on the same legal level as having sex in a public toilet – I mean, it’s one tiny room, not like a public restroom with several stalls – Nick shook off his thoughts and took a peek around. No one was looking. One kid was keeping a flight attendant busy with a M.A.S.H. coloring book, the others were out of sight. Perfect.

Nick got up and headed for the toilet. Standing in front of the door, he noticed that it was not locked, so he took a hold of the handle and got in the tiny compartment as if Gil was not already in there.

Nick took in a breath when he saw that Gil had already dropped his pants and was sitting on the toilet, stroking his cock with slow and long strokes, making it hard. He placed all the loose toiletries, like soap, behind the tiny toilet, so they wouldn’t knock things over. Nick couldn’t help but chuckle a little. How thoughtful and efficient.

“You know, I never would have thought you would do this”, Nick thought out loud.

“Really? Why not?!”, Gil shuffled a bit on the closed lid. The plastic was cold against his hot balls.

“I don’t know . .. . just – I didn’t seem like something you would do”, Nick shook his head sheepishly. Sometimes he fell into his work mindset, and he really tried hard not to have things like ‘sex’ and ‘Gil’ enter his mind when he was combing a living room carpet for fibres.

“We’re not here to talk about preferred locations for sexual encounters, are we?”, Gil said a bit more serious now. Not because he was angry, Nick thought, but maybe because he had this huge boner and all Nick was doing was to stare at it.

Nick looked up from Gil’s dick to his face. “No, no. We’re not.”

Nick took Gil’s hand away from his cock, took it in his own hand and sat down on Gil’s lap. The older man gasped when he felt the worn denim at the crotch of Nick’s jeans brush against his dick together with the sensation of Nick’s fingers torturing the head of his throbbing erection. Nick had not kissed Gil yet, but trying to keep contact with the other man’s eyes, pinning him under his gaze. As it got too much to bear – and he hasn’t got a clue why he tried so hard to draw this out – Nick leaned down and hungrily pressed his open mouth against Gil’s. The kiss was hard and open, just like the two felt right now. After they broke the kiss, Nick got up from Gil’s lap and scrambled to get off his tight jeans. Before he discarded them on the floor, he grabbed a condom from his pocket and returned to sit on Gils lap.

Gil couldn’t let go of Nick and the delicious skin on skin friction they now had. He took a hold of Nicks hips, tightened his grip on either side and began to thrust. He didn’t care that he practically dry humped Nicks stomach, but it felt so good. Maybe it felt so good because they were thousands of miles above ground. Maybe it was the fact that Nick started to attack that spot right behind his ear.

“Ohhh . . . oh, yeah. Nicky. Put the condom on me, now.”

Both. Definitely both.

Nick leaned back and rolled the condom on. Then he took Gil’s dick and guided it to his entrance. It was going to hurt without stretching first, but Nick wanted to feel all of Gil right now, he wanted to feel that forceful burn that would sear through his body.

And it did hurt.

Gil’s cock was huge. And Nick meant huge when he said it. At least, what? nine inches? He actually tried to sneak a tape measure into their bedroom once, but Gil kept telling him that it should be enough to look at it. Why know the size? But the girth. It was like sleeping with Jeff Stryker. Only did the guy also have a fuckable mind. Gil was the complete package.

After the first moments of pain bled away, delicious pleasure crept up his spine along with Gil’s hands. They were under his shirt; one was stroking and lightly scratching his back, the other one held on to his shoulder, so he could get more leverage to meet Nick's strokes with short updward thrusts.

As Nick pinched his nipples, he was on the edge. One minute later, Nick tightened his already tight ass with a squeeze and Gil cursed, quivered, thrust a couple of more times into Nick and came. Resting his head in the crook of Nick’s shoulder, he felt the warm splash of Nick’s come on his hand. He closed his eyes and tried to even out his breathing. It was like he forgot where he was. That never had happened to him, ever. That was a first. But then again, so is almost every precious moment with the man he learned to love.

********************

The last stop on their trip was Vienna. Gil loved it as he got a chance to practice his autodidactic German. It sounded really neat to Nicks ears, but what did he know. Could have been Polish and he would’nt have noticed the difference.

They spend the day strolling through the streets of the city center, which , Nick had to admit, was beautiful in it's own right.

Nothing like Vegas.

They stopped for a piece of "Sachertorte" - a dangerously unhealty kind of chocolate cake - and coffe at one of the many coffe houses that seemed to populate this city.
Gil showed him all the historical places of this old and yet modern place. St. Stephens cathedral was one big, impressive peace of gothic architecture.

"They're working on it for 800 years now but they still haven't got it finished", Gil told him, obviously wanting to share this tid bit. Gil told him the story of the mysterious death of the man, whose name he forgot the second he heard it, who built St. Stephen's cathedral. It turned out that this man made a bet with the devil himself. Stupid reason not to finish a tower of a church, but believing in certain things make people do stupid things.

After a ride with a "Fiaker" - a carriage that takes you through the whole inner city - they returned to their hotel to freshen up.

Which brings us to now.

Nick was staring out into the night, blinking as he was looking at the bright lights that tried to make their way through the thick of the darkness. He should have known that Gil wasn't solely here for catching an opera. As entertaining as "Don Govanni" was, he just knew if there was any sort of amusement park here, Gil would take him there.

But he didn't expect this. He was in a cabin of the "Rießenrad", the old ferris wheel which was sticking out of the park like a landmark. It was, in fact famous, as Gil told him.

They were alone in the small cabin and Gil was standing behind him, his arms wrapped around Nick's waist, chin on his shoulder. His breathing was calm and the peaceful silence dominated his mind as he breathed in Nick's scent.

"It's beautiful. And nothing like Las Vegas. I quite started to forget that not every city is so . . . tacky", Nick told Gil's reflection he saw in the window. Nick turned around in Gil's embrace and faced him, "Thank you, Gil."

"What for?", he asked. Not judging, but apparently interested in Nick's answer.

"For taking me on this trip? Showing me the places you've been and loved best? For loving me? Hell, I don't know . . .", Nick didn't look at Gil's face, but he knew he would only see affection. And love.

Gil didn't say anyhing. He just brought his hand up to Nick's face to cup his cheek and gave him the most adorable look Nick ever remembered seeing. As if knowing what would come next, Nick closed his eyes and met Gil's lips halfway. The kiss spoke of trust and the more they kissed, passion made it's way into their mouths.

Gil tore his lips away from Nick's and dropped to his knees. Like in trance he opened Nick's belt and opened the fly of his pants, not caring the least bit that he was actually on a ferris wheel in the middle of an amusement park.

Gil pulled Nick's boxers down and touched the underside of the silken erection only with his fingertips. The teasing sensation drew a wimper out of his younger lover, who braced himself on the golden handles of the cabin. He would never get used to the feeling of seeing Gil kneel in front of him.

Taking just the head in his hand, Gil worked his tongue down the underside of the shaft, and then on to the sack of smooth skin. The light crease between Nick's balls just begged to be licked and sucked on, so Gil did. First he took the right then the left ball in his mouth and drew fancy patterns with his tongue. The hard and delicious pull of suction every couple of seconds was what Nick drove crazy.

"Gil? If you keep this up I'll come just from having my balls sucked", Nick laughed exhausted.

"We wouldn't want that so soon, would we?", Gil said teasingly and came up to kiss Nick.

One last nib on Nick's lower lip and Gil stepped back to unbutton Nick's shirt while he shimmied out of his pants.

Later he would not remember what the interior of this old cabin looked like or if he was cold or not. The only thing he would remember would be the look on Gil's face and the simple gesture of handing him a condom and a tiny packed of lube.

"I want you in me, baby. Please."

Nick froze. He never topped Gil. After a couple of months into their relationship Nick asked, in a typical 'heat of the moment', if it would be okay to fuck him. God, he must have been drunk. Gil only chuckled and said he tried it once, didn't like it, and that was it.

The warm feeling of Gil's body pressing up against his own brought him back to reality. He couldn't miss the need in Gil's voice and Nick didn't question it. After a fair amount of kissing - the ferris wheel moved very slowly, but somehow Nick wasn't in the mood for getting himself a nice night in a Viennese prison cell - Gil turned around, facing the window and the cool night, and took hold of the golden handles.

He could feel Gil tense up as he inserted one lubed digit into his tigh channel. He took his time, slowly stroked in and out of Gil's hole to loosen the musle. When he felt a tiny difference in texture he grinned to himslef and began to rub that spot again and again.

"OH my fucking . . . Shit, Nicky."

Two fingers scrissored their way in and Gil loosend up nicely. After a couple of moments with three fingers in, Gil told him to hurry up.

"I'm not getting any younger here", he said with a frustrated laugh as Nick withdrew his fingers.

Nick positioned himself behind Gil and looked up at their reflection in the glass.

"I know how much trust this takes, Gil. And I'm grateful. I want you to know that", he said, leaning down and kissing Gil's neck. And with that, he pushed in, slowly getting swallowed into Gil's tight ass.

Nick took it slow, letting Gil get used to it, although he knew it wouldn't lessen the pain. Trying to keep his control, Nick thrust steadily until he was all the way buried in Gil.

The pace he set was slow. Deep strokes into Gil, in, up to the base, and out, almost to the tip of his cock. For a few long moments he kept it that way, this slow and leisurely fuck. As he changed the angle a bit, and wrought a scream out of Gil, he knew he had found what he was looking for. Thrusting faster now, he let go and plowed into Gil's ass, hitting his prostate with every thrust.

He looked up and could see the reflection of Gil letting his head hang between his shoulders. The expression on his face was intense, but not of pain. Gil looked up then, too, and held Nick's gaze for a long moment.

It was too much.

Nick reached around and stroked Gil's cock with the same rythm as his thrusts, and came as he felt Gil tense up and his hand getting sticky with semen. Exhausted from this new and overwhelming experience, Nick rested his head on Gil's shoulder, took him in his arms, but didn't pull out just yet.

"Wow", Gil wheezed out.

"Feeling okay? Did I hurt you?", Nick was suddenly worried that he might have hurt Gil when he did let go.

"No, you didn't." Nick should have known better than to ask. Just one look at Gil's face and he would have known. The man was drowning in a pure feeling of bliss.

"I love you."

"I know."

36 x Gil Grissom in "Turning of the Screws" (+ 8 quote icons)

sobran — Thu, 17 Aug 2006 17:21:03 GMT

Happy Birthday, Gil! Our bug man is getting 50 years today.
And, as I'm not really sure that I'll get my bday fic for the ficathon over at grisslash in before the deadline, there are at least some icons for you.

36 "Turning of the Screws" icons (+ 8 quote icons), because . . . seriously. I haven't seen anyone eating pop corn this sexy . . . well, it was compelling in a strange *grissom* way.
I guess you know what I mean.

If you take one, please let me know :D

Teasers:
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Turning of the Screws 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 Credits:caps by me, tragic_icons, and quotes No. 43 & 44 -> TVWP

Wow

sobran — Mon, 14 Aug 2006 16:03:08 GMT

I have to take back every bad thing I ever said about David Caruso.

After watching a couple of "NYPD Blue" episodes - I have to, so I'm not getting all fangirly here - I came to the conlusion, as David Caruso didn't annoy the hell out of me the moment he came onto screen, it HAS to be the way he plays Horatio Cane on CSI:Miami that I can't stand. Like . . . it's the character's fault.

So, Mr. Caruso. You're a redheaded gnome, but you're okay.

*phew* Never thought I would say that.

Oh. And: BILLY FOR EVER xD

Thank you.

sobran . . . speechless.

sobran — Sun, 13 Aug 2006 18:32:04 GMT

My best friend for 7 years now, Dave, came out to me yesterday . . . and introduced his boyfriend to me. Everything in one stroke. I'm the third person to know. He still has to tell his mom.
But I'm so happy for him, as this was the happiest I've ever seen him. I knew he was gay before he told me, but the reality still has to sink in.

Aw, Christ.

The two are really cute together.

Hey there, Gil . . . uh . . . what's your AQ again?

sobran — Wed, 09 Aug 2006 20:53:24 GMT

After *falling* in love and obsession over the brilliant CSI slash fic A Season In Hell (Grissom. Insomnia. Emotional Struggle. Depression. Drugs. The. Whole. Nine. Yards.) - you just *have* to read this, it's really brilliant, and a sequel is in the making already - I read myself into the subject that is the Asperger's Syndrome, a form of mild autism.
It's not clearly stated that Gil Grissom has AS, but, just read this article about autism, or dig your way through the wiki page, and you'll think, "That's Gil".
Being not *directly* affected by this, I was completely amazed after reading about it.

And I took the AQ test.

16 is about average.

I scored 24; not that serious, but above average. I know I'm introverted - although I joke and I'm sure people generally think I'm as sociable as can be.

If you're above 32 your a candidate for Asperger's, although this test can't be taken for a diagnosis.

Test yourself. I know you're curious.

solamentenic made me do it

sobran — Tue, 08 Aug 2006 17:25:57 GMT

. . . so here are 5 songs starting with "C".

Reply to this, and I'll give you a letter. You'll have to post five songs in
your journal starting with this letter.

1. Call Of The Wild (live) - Jimi Tenor Big Band
the summer is over baby, but I can still feel the heat.This man is amazing. Sexy, sexy song, live in Amsterdam 2003.

2. Calmer - Zoot Woman
I love Zoot Woman. This is one of their instrumental tracks. And hey. It was on CSI one time. I think. Nice and cool trip hop beats and flushy electronic sounds.

3. Captain Jack (live) - Billy Joel
Masturbating, Drugs. Daddy's body in the pool. Life sucks.
But, this is TEH Billy Joel live song. And because the original version is way too creepy. Download it, 'cause it's great and makes you wonder if the writers of "POTC" know this song.

Oh, and: "This was played at Hillary Clinton's official announcement for her Senate run in 2000. Her opponent, New York City mayor Rudy Giuliani, claimed that by playing this she was supporting drug use."

Heh.

4. Cigarettes And Chocolate Milk - Rufus Wainwright
Who can't relate to that? And Rufus' kicks ass.

5. Comforabtly Numb - Scissor Sisters
Like the BeeGees on helium. Don't let the falsetto get to you.
If you like to dance, you'll like this, too. And Pink Floyd+Scissor Sisters? Can't beat it.

What, do you think, are the most successful American crime shows?

sobran — Sun, 06 Aug 2006 17:42:07 GMT

I'd like to do a little survey on here, as I have to do a "Spezialgebiet" (specialist field) for my final exam in English.

Right away, I knew I would like to do something about CSI, as this is my favourite show ever, but my field had to be a bit more specific and bigger than one show, so I chose the subject "The development of American crime shows".

As I'm aware that there are many shows out there, I'd like to keep it down to the minimum, say, only the most important/popular/successful shows. And because I'd have to watch at least a season or two of each one of these.

Are there any other shows that are really important? Would you like to add something to my list, or strike somthing off it?

I left out shows like "Murder, She Wrote" or "The X-Files", because I really wanted to keep it focused on the subject of crime and conviction. "The X-Files" are a bit out of that focus ^^

So, here's the list. It would also be nice if each of you would state their opinion on their most favourite show or on each one, and include a good reason why - not only because "I wanted to suck Kojak's lolly" . .. .urgh - as I'd like to quote them in my essay.

"Perry Mason" (1957)
"Columbo" (1971)
"The Streets of San Francisco" (1972)
"Kojak" (1973)
"Magnum, P.I." (1980)
"Remington Steele" (1982)
"Miami Vice" (1984)
"Law & Order" (1990)
"Diagnosis Murder" (1993)
"NYPD Blue" (1993)
"CSI: Crime Scene Investigation" (2000)
"Monk" (2002)

If you do this, a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig THANK YOU! :D from me.
You really helped me out a lot.