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Hey mom - look what followed me home! Can I keep them?

Raccoon Dog cubs

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I’d like a layback in June, too! For my birthday - send me that recipe! Lol! Nom nom nom…

Cinnamon Rolls

A short Alex & Jamesy fic - NC-17

The lucky morning I found my mother’s cinnamon rolls recipe, Alex was up and out early.  He had many business-y things to do that I kept my nose out of unless invited for some specific usefulness.  He had kissed me goodbye, called me tasty, and was out the door to his own dulcet tones telling me he would be back after he got a workout, “love you, darlin’.”  That last bit was all in Swedish before the darlin’, one of my favorite epithets the way he said it.  I knew his mind was already on whatever the suits wanted of him.

I made tea for me and plucked two old cookbooks off a dusty shelf and began to look for something different to cook for my best boy.  I had fallen into comfortable domesticity.  It wasn’t a bad thing since Alex had enough free time that he wanted a playmate who was fun, fuckable and had availability.  He showed me, in ways I’d have never imagined, his appreciation for my efforts for him.  Honestly, I didn’t miss the hectic hurry of the life and death of the Law.  My firm did well and the foundation was thriving with some government funding.  I was as active in my vocation as I needed to be.

My mind was wandering this morning.  I fleetingly thought about bringing up adoption again with Alex, but I knew what he would say, “Not yet, Jamesy, I need you with me.  I love you.  When I can do without you a little, we’ll have all the babies you want.  We will have to cut down on fucking all over the house, you know.”  And he would usually grab me up and twist me into a position that felt so good I gave no other thought to pretty Swedish babies and their diapers.  Life doesn’t give anyone everything, and I had so much and a Viking to share it with me.  Alex had inherited his papa’s libido apparently, and had I been able, I’d have been barefoot and pregnant every year from the get-go – aaah, seven years ago now.  All things considered, we were happy, maybe even happier than one or two of Alex’s siblings with progeny aplenty.

Enough mental blather, ‘Miz Fischer’, let’s bake something.  I flipped through old Betty Crocker and out fell pages in my mother’s handwriting.  I read “Yeast Rolls and Cinnamon Rolls (Jimmy’s favorite)”.  I remember my mother making these rolls for holidays and my daddy begging for the cinnamon rolls made from the same dough.  He must have put on ten pounds every winter when my mother was festively in the mood to bake these goodies for him.  Such nostalgia in just a written recipe, I could almost smell them baking.  Alex would be nostalgic too about that Swedish television series he did when he was about twelve or thirteen and he went to work just for the Kraft Services Cinnamon Buns.  Mine would be even better.  I got to work with the rising and the kneading.  I called on the cats to help, but their napping could not be disturbed.  It was early summer and Roast’n’ear and Sweet Fang would want to look rested when doing yoga by the pool.  I snickered thinking of the baby oranges in downward dog and set the bowl of dough on a table in the sun to rise heavenward.

(Alex in The Dog that Smiled)

Besides the traditional brown sugar/cinnamon filling, my daddy liked raisins and chopped pecans in the roll and topped with confectioner sugar icing.  The all-day affair was baking in the oven when I heard Alex come in.  He was sweaty from his workout (he’d rather shower at home with no prying eyes), carrying his business clothes, projecting his voice into the kitchen, “Something smells delicious, besides you, babycakes.  Marti says ‘hi’.  I have the muffin basket from the gym in the car to be refilled.  Gotta make a call.  Done soon.  I promise, love of my loins.”  He faded away upstairs to the office we shared but was now mostly his.  And what bliss he left behind.  I suppose he knew I would die for him, but he never seemed to take me for granted.  He loved me with every word he spoke in my direction.  I smiled.  He would never think of hugging me when he was that sweaty.  Oh, I thought of hugging him.  The oven timer dinged.

I generously drizzled the frosting as the two pans of rolls cooled.  I cut one from the middle and scooped it onto a pretty little plate with a delicate dessert fork beside that looked ludicrous in the big Viking paw and made us both giggle.  I climbed the stairs thinking of the times Alex had chased me up them and I let him catch me.

Alex was on the phone and as near naked as he dared considering his cushioned desk chair just right for his perky Viking butt – he was wearing only his workout shorts.  The rest of him was bare and beautiful down to his toes curling on the fluffy rug.  When he saw me and the plate in hand, he said into the phone, “Fine.  See what you can do.  Goodbye,” and gave me a big Alex smile.  He reached for the plate and exclaimed joyously, taking small bites and tasting every ingredient.  I stood behind him and kissed his nape, savoring the salty taste of sweat on his skin, then wound my fingers in his damp hair and gave his head love scritches as I told my cinnamon rolls story.

Alex was moaning with delight, I thought, and moved to look at him straight on.  “So good, Jamesy, jeezus.”  I swear he had an orgasmic look on his sweet face.  He winked at me and licked the plate.  “So good it gave me a hardon.”  I gazed in awe as he adjusted his cock.  Maybe that’s why my daddy enjoyed the cinnamon rolls so much.  I snickered.

Alex grabbed my arm and stood me between his knees and the desk.  He unfastened my jeans and pushed them down, I moved them like Miette to the side.  Alex took my top over my head that dislodged my hair clippy causing a cascade of auburn curls nearly to my nipples, erect and needing his touch.

“Do you want this cock?”  Alex had pushed his shorts down and set me on his huge flat desk calendar he used to doodle on.  “I need to feel you, baby,” Alex rasped.  His breath was deep and jagged with desire so sharp his cock was jumping.  I opened my legs and leaned back on my arms.  Alex nuzzled my tits, tongued and sucked my nipples until my breathing was as deep as his and our parts were anointing his calendar month of June.  Then the Viking kissed me with love from his depths as he eased his cock into mine.  We both moaned the pleasure of the connection we so enjoyed.  Alex laid me flat, entwined his fingers in my hair, kissed me hard and fucked me harder.   I had my heels resting on his bobbing butt.  Holding my head by the hair was not only savagely possessive (very hot in the moment) but kept me from scooting up the desk surface from his equally possessive thrusts with his cock hitting all the way to my lungs (so it felt) and touching/prodding/rubbing all my good spots along the way.  My clit was caught just right by the root of his monster cock I called my favorite toy and was screaming silently, throbbing, about to loose the dance of fire down my legs and through the cock to Alex’s balls.  He said he could feel my orgasm there.  Alex looked at me and gasped, “I know. Fuck.  Fuck.  Give it now!”  He took me, all of me.  My pussy squeezed the jiz out of him.  My clit danced a jig of joyous release.  I called for him plaintively.  He groaned like a mighty Viking and ended with a whine of a sated puppy.  He lay over me on the month of June, kissing my hot skin where his lips landed.

“Goddamn, baby, your pussy is gonna kill me.  That’s just how I want to go.”  Alex giggled such that we both shook.  “You want me to let you up, babycakes?  C’mere then.”  He carried me to the shower.  I had snagged the hair clippy and stuck my hair up on the way.  Alex was very cuddly and let me wash him and kiss him to my heart’s content.  He lathered me and washed his hair.  We were clean when Alex turned off the body jets and turned on the rain head.  He pressed me against the warm wall and got on one knee, my foot propped on his extended knee.  The warm rain ran down his back.  He looked up at me and smiled.  He ran his tongue through my nether lips to call forth the nectar he wanted.  He sucked my clit.  I wantonly sighed like a harlot and encouraged his tongue deeper by holding his ears.  That made him laugh so that with my climax he called forth a sip of cinnamon roll chaser.  Alex arose and we kissed in the gentle rain for long moments of romance, absorbed in each other and the love our eyes held.

“I’m thinking of cutting my hair short.  What do you opine, sweet man?”  I remarked off-hand during the toweling.

“You are so much more than your hair,” Alex hummed.  He often hummed when he was happy or so satisfied he wanted to scream about it, but that would be scary.  “I love you any way you come, as long as it’s for me.”

“Every time, Swede-ee-pie.  I made lots of cinnamon rolls, want another?”

“Fuck, babycakes.  Let me have a rest first.  I can’t handle another hardon just now.  Jeezus, Jamesy.”  He teased me.

“Yeah, you’re not as young as you used to be, my gloriously sexy old man.”  I ran downstairs, taking my barely younger old bones with me to put another on a plate for my Viking with a sweet tooth to go with his sweet cock.

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Hope this gives you a giggle. I am bereft of cinnamon rolls and Alex, alas.

Well, it seems to be received well - and here are the nominations, so far:

Alexander Skarsgård Is the Dom, Harry Melling the Sub, and Pillion Their Kinky, Sweet Love Story

Vanity Fair Exclusive By David Canfield May 17, 2025

The two stars and their director, Harry Lighton, learned many lessons making a movie set in a vivid queer subculture: “It emerges that you can’t just chuck a load of dicks on screen.” [damnit]

This still is all the photo we have

Few movies have achieved are both as emotionally resonant and deeply horny as Pillion. Perhaps they could learn a thing or two from writer-director Harry Lighton. While helming his feature debut, Lighton left a message pinned to his bedroom wall, intended to serve as a reminder before rushing to set every morning: “Don’t sacrifice the real for the sake of the laughs—or the sake of the gasps.”

There are laughs, and gasps, aplenty in Pillion. The A24 film, adapted from the novel Box Hill by Adam Mars-Jones, stars Harry Melling (of the Harry Potter films and The Pale Blue Eye) as Colin, a meek traffic warden who lives with his parents and sings in a barbershop quartet on the side for fun. He meets Ray (Alexander Skarsgård), the leader of a local gay motorcycle club, and falls head over heels. Ray brings Colin into his particular world, where pillions—that is, those who ride the passenger seat on the motorcycle—are designated submissives. Colin doesn’t know much about any of this, but he goes with the flow because Ray is, well, hot—but also enigmatic and direct and, in his own odd way, protective.

What unfolds is a frank, kinky, utterly idiosyncratic first feature from Lighton. He deftly depicts a sexual relationship that some might deem extreme or unusual as the engine for a moving rom-com (with, yes, some dashes of trauma skirting the edges). This is not to say he tamps down on the specifics of the sub-dom dynamic—Pillion comes complete with orgies, cock rings, and boot-licking. But as Melling and Skarsgård dig into some of the most intricately wild material of their careers, you wonder if these two crazy kids are going to make it: leather, lube, and all.

Lighton: What I wanted from Colin—and Harry—was that magnetic beta quality. What I wanted from Ray was not necessarily an inverse, but another version of that where you had someone who had all the surface of the world’s hottest biker, and then an unknowability. Wherever I’m talking about Succession or even his interviews on talk shows, Alex is an interesting combination of things. He’s very playful and mischievous, and the roles he’s chosen reflect that.

Alexander Skarsgård: When I got a little brief from my agents about the project, biker and sub-dom, it just sounded quite intriguing to me…and from our first conversations, he just felt a lot of confidence in me and his vision for the project. I definitely wanted to put on the leather gear and jump into the trenches with it.

In the film, most of the members of the biker gang in the movie are basically playing themselves—they are members of GBMCC. I’m forever grateful and indebted to them for their generosity and support and patience. They told us about their lifestyle, and how they socialize and about these gatherings, when they go out riding together, down to details in terms of the outfits, and the dynamics between the subs and the doms and what that would look like. I credit everything to those guys.

The film is obviously graphic, and sex is a key engine of the storytelling. Harry L., this is also a relatively commercial film. So how did you figure how much you wanted to, essentially, show?

Lighton: I remember trying to ignore the practicalities of wanting it to get seen for as long as possible. Because so much of Colin’s experience through the film is driven by transgressive sex, and the way in which he experiences that, I didn’t want to be too hands-off or prudish in the handling of that. I thought that that might feel like it was a judgment on the part of me as the filmmaker, and I wanted to leave it to the audience to be able to decide at which point sex strays into something which is unpalatable to them rather than to give them that information by keeping too much off screen. Once we got into the nitty-gritty, it emerges that you can’t just chuck a load of dicks on screen.

But we shot some stuff which was more explicit, and it wasn’t the case that I was told to remove it out of the cut. I chose to remove it out of the cut because I think it was always important to me that the provocation of it didn’t override the sentiment, the experience.

For the actors, what was your comfort level filming the sex scenes going in?

Skarsgård: You can’t just apply the kind of the sub-dom structure to every relationship. I talked to some people who are in sub-dom relationships, and certain aspects of Colin and Ray’s relationship rang very true to them. And others, they’re like, “Well, I know people who have that kind of relationship…” It was just important for us to figure out what worked for us, in between Harry and myself.

I knew that it was going to be graphic, and Harry was very clear on his vision for it—when and how nudity was going to be depicted. I felt that it really served the story, and it made sense to me. I was very, very comfortable with all that. We had a really terrific intimacy coordinator named Robbie [Taylor Hunt] who was there with us the whole way.

Melling: Alex is just the most generous, dreamy scene partner, so what could have been quite a daunting experience couldn’t have been more different, really. When you sort out the choreography of it, which is often the most difficult part—you sort out what everyone’s doing, where their hands are going—and then once action is called, you’re in the world of Colin and Ray.

Skarsgård: I fell in love with Harry from the first second I saw him. He’s just the sweetest, nicest, loveliest human being. I felt comfortable going as far as we needed to go in these situations with him. I also discovered a lot of things about Colin and Ray’s relationship that I didn’t anticipate discovering when we first started working on it. There were these tender, beautiful moments that just happened organically, and some moments that were weird and some moments that were funny. But he was incredibly game, very brave in just throwing himself out there.

Harry L., how did you work with the intimacy coordinator and others to figure out how best to depict this kind of sub-dom relationship?

Lighton: I was speaking to Robbie three months before we started production, about the way in which we were going to approach it. So it wasn’t the case that he just turned up and did the blocking of the scene at that moment. What was key was that whichever way we achieved it, it didn’t feel like the symbol of sub-Dom sex—that it felt like there was a reality to it. And that meant embracing moments of clumsiness or discomfort as well as the highs of the sex.

A lot of the supporting biker-gang people we cast from both the GMBCC and the kink world—we definitely leant on them to tell us, like, what lube you might be using if you were doing an orgy. I wanted anyone who watches it from the kink community, or whatever community, to feel like what they’re watching is accurate.

Melling: In a way, that made it easier. It wasn’t close-ups of hands. It felt very real. This wonderful community of supporting actors was so valuable. Just in terms of taking me through what a successful boot-lick would be so that I knew how to do it...not successfully.

Skarsgård: There are orgy scenes in the film, and with a combination of actors and non-actors with different levels of experience in that field, it was great to have Robbie there to kind of help and guide the team.

Lighton: It was the moments of mundanity that I most took away from that [research]. There are 80 men in leathers getting onto bikes at the beginning of the day, but then an hour-and-a-half later, you’re having a pork pie and talking about what people thought of Kylie’s Glastonbury performance. And the GMBCC are not definitionally a kink-based or a sex-based organization. It’s for queer people to go biking. So the bike gang in our film, and the way pillions and riders are delineated, that’s very much a fictional creation.

Skarsgård: The way it’s set up in the script, the audience knows as little about Ray as Colin does, and we kind of maintain that kind of level of mystery around the character. In terms of the specifics of the sub-dom relationship, he’s very clear and very upfront with Colin about what he wants, and that also creates an interesting trajectory for their relationship as the story and the love relationship evolve.

The film has a surprising sweetness to it that might not be what you expect in a film with this subject matter.

Lighton: There’s a knee-jerk reaction when you hear about BDSM—that it’s going to be either very ironic or it’s going to be very severe—and I knew that I didn’t want to lose the fun of it. But I also didn’t want to create a distance between the audience and Colin and Ray through irony. That’s probably where the sweetness comes through. The film is meant to be funny, and I want people to laugh. But it’s not meant to be funny in a way which detaches you from the people in front of the camera.

Melling: It grounds it in an interesting way. It’s familiar, and then suddenly we’re somewhere else. That tone is constantly what Harry L. was playing with.

Lighton: No matter how atypical your sex life is, the likelihood is that you’ll have some aspect of typicality from family life or something like that—those two things can live side-by-side. You can go from a family lunch to an orgy, and those two things can not feel incompatible. The hardest thing for me was allowing the characters to exist as extremes without turning them into cartoons—and allowing for that to be quite broad humor at times without compromising the realism.

Pillion will be premiered tomorrow 18 May at Cannes. No word on release date and how we can see it - anyone have a clue there?

goddamnit look at this @mariuch @villageidiotlove @howaboutboth1

@maxwell-demon @askarsjustsoswedish @m-f1 - when you have a chance. I didn't write it - it's from Cannes today about Pillion via Vanity Fair.

Run away!

Alex compares SecUnit to Eric Northman!

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OMG! Bill Compton’s job before being turned?

I have to wonder if this was known by Charlaine Harris when she wrote the books!

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So lovably awkward? Well, yes…

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The Kennedy assassination.

Next, I’d like post about the Trumpet’s. That noisy little fuck annoys me.

And then, The Beatles.

If you guys were on here at 11 years old what would you be posting about

Well, today was apparently a good day for Alex...

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Catch a falling star & put it in your pocket…