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Title: A Crowd
Author: RD
Pairing (sort of): Noel/Dee/Julian
Rating: NC-17
A/N: PORN. Also, insert disclaimer here.
It's not exactly a secret that Dee likes seeing her man having it off with other people. She's quite happy to live the orgiastic rock star lifestyle, as long as Noel comes back to her with his tail between his legs at the end of the day. He always does, begging soppy kisses off her with childish enthusiasm. But he's as bi-curious as the next modern man, and Dee is more than happy to let him experiment under her trained eye.
They go window-shopping together, as she likes to call it, Dee's arms wrapped around Noel's skinny elbow. "You're well out of his league," she hisses, following Noel's gaze across the room. "He looks like an out-of-work Meatloaf impersonator."
"Maybe I want a bit of beef," Noel says defensively, but he's grinning just as much as she is.
"Fuck that," Dee scoffs, "what you need is a lithe little androgynous toyboy."
"I might as well have it off with the mirror."
"That'd be hot as." Dee notes it in her head for another time. She has a long and glorious mental list of all the ways she wants to see Noel debauched, and a surprising amount of them don't even involve her. But right now she wants stubble and muscles and long, bony limbs fighting out a dance in a darkened room.
She and Noel scout out potential fucks for another hour or so, get shitfaced in the process, and go home empty handed. As Dee fails to match her key with their front door, Noel says, "Julian's all…available."
"Y'what?"
"For the thing. With the. Cocks."
He's entirely too drunk to give a reasoned explanation, and Dee can barely even stand up, so Noel gives up on this line of thought. He and Dee collapse in the doorway and fall asleep right there, necks cricked and jeans smelling of spilt booze. Dee manages to have a smoking dream about Noel sucking Julian's cock, though, even if Noel does have the legs of a chicken in it.
"You should ask him," she mumbles, over coffee the morning after.
"Who what?"
"Julian. Ask him if you can borrow his dick." Julian isn't her first choice for spying on in the act, since he's beardy and lanky and has a bit of a paunch. But she and Noel are both more than comfortable with him, and there's the added bonus that Noel has already broken the sexual ice, as it were. Dee has watched the two of them before, and even touched, a little, puppet master to her own sexual fantasy. After all, they wouldn't want to get landed with some star-struck twink who freaks out because Noel's girlfriend likes to watch him shirtlifting.
"Might do," Noel says, attempting to be enigmatic. Dee knows he will. As long as he doesn't start the fun without her, she's down with that.
*
When Dee comes home from an epic jam session with Sue, she's a bit miffed to see the impatient bastard is already half naked and straddling Julian's lap. She's about to bitch him out, when he breaks away from Julian's rough lips, his face red from heat and stubble, and gives her a timid little wave. He's pulling the adorability factor on her, but she falls for it anyway.
"Yeah, yeah," she says, dumping her bags in the corner of the room and pulling off her t-shirt. "You'd better put on a hell of a picture show, boys."
They always do.
When their cruising missions end in success, Dee gets her pick of the lookers but she can't always tell how they'll act. Noel has to show them the ropes, lay down the rules and make sure Today's Special doesn't get ahead of himself and think this is purely self-gratification. Sometimes they're too shy under Dee's gaze, or too bold for Noel's liking, and it ends up messy and awkward or a total non-starter. It's a risk of the trade.
Not so with Julian. He's had Noel pinned down for years and knows his way around Noel's skin like a hunter. He knows as well as Dee where Noel likes to be touched - the nape of his neck, his hips, and he always appreciates some attention to his feet. He and Noel kiss languidly, tongues like liquid, comfortable and relaxed. Julian's big hands fit against Noel's features like an old puzzle, a little ragged around the edges but almost perfect. Dee's a sucker for their double-act, however it happens to manifest.
She unhooks her bra and drops it, her heels muffled by the thick carpet as she goes to them. With open arms, she guides them all to the floor, self-appointed usher at this private theatre. Dee lies between them, her head resting on their bent legs. It's all chins and lips from this angle, Julian's dark stubble and Noel's pale jaw meeting and mating. Noel's hand slips over Dee's breast and fondles her lazily.
"You're a very lucky young lady," Julian murmurs fondly.
"Too right," Dee agrees, and slips a hand up his shirt. He's hairier than Noel, more flesh and less bone, but she likes the change of pace.
Whatever clothes are left get shed. Dee's always been perfectly happy in the altogether, and Noel's got some exhibitionist genes in him, but Julian is a little more awkward in his skin. They team up, peeling back his layers, as if to say, we're all friends here. Noel licks at Julian's neck, and Dee kisses down his left arm, planting her lips on each knuckle. She's feeling forward tonight, surprised by the spontaneity of it all, and horny besides. She and Julian have, technically, fucked only once before, urged on by Noel to sweep away any lingering sexual tension. But she thinks it could happen tonight. Yeah, it'll happen. She's hardly going to freak out if Noel offers her Julian's dick on a golden platter.
First though, observances must be met. Dee likes to play mistress and Noel likes to be firmly handled, so it all works out for the best.
"I think Noel should suck you off," Dee states, standing and regarding them both with a directorial air.
"If you insist," Julian says mildly.
Noel goes down on Julian like an absolute pro, wiggling his arse just so Dee will reprimand him, which she duly does, giving him a sharp spank with the back of her palm. He makes all these obscene noises around Julian, and she can tell from his face that he's giving it his all, tongue and lips and ever-so-careful teeth. Julian grabs Noel's hair, almost unconsciously pushing him down even more, and he looks so manly and Noel looks like such a girl. She kneels behind Noel, stroking her hands all over his back so he's torn between arching up into her and pressing down against Julian. Dee is fiercely hot.
"I need to be fucked," Dee announces. "Right now." Noel pulls off Julian with a sordid pop and a hopeful look. Julian looks slightly put out. But Dee settles the mood and kisses them both, Julian chastely, and Noel a bit more luridly. She slides down Julian's thighs into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. He looks surprised, but not unhappy. Actually, he looks near ecstatic when she grips the base of his cock and taps her fingers against it lightly.
Noel seems to pull a condom out of thin air, or possibly from the stash he keeps under the sofa, for when he and Dee never make it to the bedroom. Dee rolls it pertly onto Julian's cock, smiling demurely. Noel's the watcher now, but Dee's still in control, setting the speed of this in her own time.
"Delia's vag, meet Julian's cock," Noel says breathily, introducing them. Dee giggles. "Julian's cock, Dee's vag."
"And now we're formally introduced-" Dee says, then interrupts herself with a kiss, and lets Julian's hands settle on her hips and guide her down.
He's got a big dick. Now, she already knew this. But it still manages to feel fucking amazing inside her the second time round, and now she's convinced of why Noel waxes lyrical about Julian's after-dark skills. He barely even has to shift and it feels good.
"Alright?" he asks her quietly, ever conscientious, and she nods, licks her teeth, and shimmies her hips. "That's a bit-um."
"Bit nice?"
"Yeah. That."
So Dee does it again. Julian's hands tremor. Noel swears under his breath, standing behind them. "Wait," he says, "wait, god, just a second-" And then he's disappeared into the bathroom, scampering like a whipped horse. Dee stares at Julian and smiles.
"Wotcher," she says. He kisses her very softly.
Noel returns with a desperate look and sticky fingers. He kneels behind Dee and kisses her neck, begging permission against her skin. He's a fucked kid, she thinks wryly, but he's her fucked kid and she loves him.
"Go on then, y'poofter," she says tenderly. Noel slips a wet finger inside her, then two, and she can hear him breathing and wishes she could see his face. Instead, she settles for looking at Julian looking at Noel.
Noel inches inside her, ever so gently. It feels weird and gross for a minute, but then he shifts and Julian lifts her just a bit, and then it just feels full. Noel's arms wrap around her and he licks her shoulder, and Julian puts his hands on her back, and they all move as one. Dee moans instantly, and Noel gasps, and Julian bites his lip.
"This is going to be a bit amazing," Dee manages, and then she couldn't even speak if she wanted to, because Julian is rolling his hips up and Noel is finding his rhythm, and she's filled up to bursting point. Nobody's the puppeteer here, they're all just lost together, mindless and animal and raw. Julian's strong hands on her arse, Noel's fingers skittering down between her legs, and Dee just comes un-fucking-done.
She feels Julian's orgasm just before she comes. It's a blaze of stifled noise and wet colour, and his forehead rests against her shoulder, his mouth open. Noel's fingers and shallow thrusts make her peak and slide down smoothly, a dim haze of pleasure. He follows on her downward flight, groaning out obscenities into her hair.
They fall into a post-coital hush. Dee lies on the carpet, trying to get her head straight and her breathing back into play. Noel rests his hand lightly on Julian shoulder in a gesture of good will. They all did a good job. Yeah, fucking good all right.
"That was a bit of a smashing playdate, boys," Dee says breathlessly, staring at the ceiling. She blindly feels for Noel and Julian, seeking their hands and gripping them tightly. She doesn't quite want to let go of this lingering togetherness, not yet. "P'rhaps we should make an effort to do it more often."
Julian makes a noise of amused agreement. Noel just says, "Fucking genius."
And Dee rather thinks she is.
Title: A Crowd
Author: RD
Pairing (sort of): Noel/Dee/Julian
Rating: NC-17
A/N: PORN. Also, insert disclaimer here.
It's not exactly a secret that Dee likes seeing her man having it off with other people. She's quite happy to live the orgiastic rock star lifestyle, as long as Noel comes back to her with his tail between his legs at the end of the day. He always does, begging soppy kisses off her with childish enthusiasm. But he's as bi-curious as the next modern man, and Dee is more than happy to let him experiment under her trained eye.
They go window-shopping together, as she likes to call it, Dee's arms wrapped around Noel's skinny elbow. "You're well out of his league," she hisses, following Noel's gaze across the room. "He looks like an out-of-work Meatloaf impersonator."
"Maybe I want a bit of beef," Noel says defensively, but he's grinning just as much as she is.
"Fuck that," Dee scoffs, "what you need is a lithe little androgynous toyboy."
"I might as well have it off with the mirror."
"That'd be hot as." Dee notes it in her head for another time. She has a long and glorious mental list of all the ways she wants to see Noel debauched, and a surprising amount of them don't even involve her. But right now she wants stubble and muscles and long, bony limbs fighting out a dance in a darkened room.
She and Noel scout out potential fucks for another hour or so, get shitfaced in the process, and go home empty handed. As Dee fails to match her key with their front door, Noel says, "Julian's all…available."
"Y'what?"
"For the thing. With the. Cocks."
He's entirely too drunk to give a reasoned explanation, and Dee can barely even stand up, so Noel gives up on this line of thought. He and Dee collapse in the doorway and fall asleep right there, necks cricked and jeans smelling of spilt booze. Dee manages to have a smoking dream about Noel sucking Julian's cock, though, even if Noel does have the legs of a chicken in it.
"You should ask him," she mumbles, over coffee the morning after.
"Who what?"
"Julian. Ask him if you can borrow his dick." Julian isn't her first choice for spying on in the act, since he's beardy and lanky and has a bit of a paunch. But she and Noel are both more than comfortable with him, and there's the added bonus that Noel has already broken the sexual ice, as it were. Dee has watched the two of them before, and even touched, a little, puppet master to her own sexual fantasy. After all, they wouldn't want to get landed with some star-struck twink who freaks out because Noel's girlfriend likes to watch him shirtlifting.
"Might do," Noel says, attempting to be enigmatic. Dee knows he will. As long as he doesn't start the fun without her, she's down with that.
*
When Dee comes home from an epic jam session with Sue, she's a bit miffed to see the impatient bastard is already half naked and straddling Julian's lap. She's about to bitch him out, when he breaks away from Julian's rough lips, his face red from heat and stubble, and gives her a timid little wave. He's pulling the adorability factor on her, but she falls for it anyway.
"Yeah, yeah," she says, dumping her bags in the corner of the room and pulling off her t-shirt. "You'd better put on a hell of a picture show, boys."
They always do.
When their cruising missions end in success, Dee gets her pick of the lookers but she can't always tell how they'll act. Noel has to show them the ropes, lay down the rules and make sure Today's Special doesn't get ahead of himself and think this is purely self-gratification. Sometimes they're too shy under Dee's gaze, or too bold for Noel's liking, and it ends up messy and awkward or a total non-starter. It's a risk of the trade.
Not so with Julian. He's had Noel pinned down for years and knows his way around Noel's skin like a hunter. He knows as well as Dee where Noel likes to be touched - the nape of his neck, his hips, and he always appreciates some attention to his feet. He and Noel kiss languidly, tongues like liquid, comfortable and relaxed. Julian's big hands fit against Noel's features like an old puzzle, a little ragged around the edges but almost perfect. Dee's a sucker for their double-act, however it happens to manifest.
She unhooks her bra and drops it, her heels muffled by the thick carpet as she goes to them. With open arms, she guides them all to the floor, self-appointed usher at this private theatre. Dee lies between them, her head resting on their bent legs. It's all chins and lips from this angle, Julian's dark stubble and Noel's pale jaw meeting and mating. Noel's hand slips over Dee's breast and fondles her lazily.
"You're a very lucky young lady," Julian murmurs fondly.
"Too right," Dee agrees, and slips a hand up his shirt. He's hairier than Noel, more flesh and less bone, but she likes the change of pace.
Whatever clothes are left get shed. Dee's always been perfectly happy in the altogether, and Noel's got some exhibitionist genes in him, but Julian is a little more awkward in his skin. They team up, peeling back his layers, as if to say, we're all friends here. Noel licks at Julian's neck, and Dee kisses down his left arm, planting her lips on each knuckle. She's feeling forward tonight, surprised by the spontaneity of it all, and horny besides. She and Julian have, technically, fucked only once before, urged on by Noel to sweep away any lingering sexual tension. But she thinks it could happen tonight. Yeah, it'll happen. She's hardly going to freak out if Noel offers her Julian's dick on a golden platter.
First though, observances must be met. Dee likes to play mistress and Noel likes to be firmly handled, so it all works out for the best.
"I think Noel should suck you off," Dee states, standing and regarding them both with a directorial air.
"If you insist," Julian says mildly.
Noel goes down on Julian like an absolute pro, wiggling his arse just so Dee will reprimand him, which she duly does, giving him a sharp spank with the back of her palm. He makes all these obscene noises around Julian, and she can tell from his face that he's giving it his all, tongue and lips and ever-so-careful teeth. Julian grabs Noel's hair, almost unconsciously pushing him down even more, and he looks so manly and Noel looks like such a girl. She kneels behind Noel, stroking her hands all over his back so he's torn between arching up into her and pressing down against Julian. Dee is fiercely hot.
"I need to be fucked," Dee announces. "Right now." Noel pulls off Julian with a sordid pop and a hopeful look. Julian looks slightly put out. But Dee settles the mood and kisses them both, Julian chastely, and Noel a bit more luridly. She slides down Julian's thighs into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. He looks surprised, but not unhappy. Actually, he looks near ecstatic when she grips the base of his cock and taps her fingers against it lightly.
Noel seems to pull a condom out of thin air, or possibly from the stash he keeps under the sofa, for when he and Dee never make it to the bedroom. Dee rolls it pertly onto Julian's cock, smiling demurely. Noel's the watcher now, but Dee's still in control, setting the speed of this in her own time.
"Delia's vag, meet Julian's cock," Noel says breathily, introducing them. Dee giggles. "Julian's cock, Dee's vag."
"And now we're formally introduced-" Dee says, then interrupts herself with a kiss, and lets Julian's hands settle on her hips and guide her down.
He's got a big dick. Now, she already knew this. But it still manages to feel fucking amazing inside her the second time round, and now she's convinced of why Noel waxes lyrical about Julian's after-dark skills. He barely even has to shift and it feels good.
"Alright?" he asks her quietly, ever conscientious, and she nods, licks her teeth, and shimmies her hips. "That's a bit-um."
"Bit nice?"
"Yeah. That."
So Dee does it again. Julian's hands tremor. Noel swears under his breath, standing behind them. "Wait," he says, "wait, god, just a second-" And then he's disappeared into the bathroom, scampering like a whipped horse. Dee stares at Julian and smiles.
"Wotcher," she says. He kisses her very softly.
Noel returns with a desperate look and sticky fingers. He kneels behind Dee and kisses her neck, begging permission against her skin. He's a fucked kid, she thinks wryly, but he's her fucked kid and she loves him.
"Go on then, y'poofter," she says tenderly. Noel slips a wet finger inside her, then two, and she can hear him breathing and wishes she could see his face. Instead, she settles for looking at Julian looking at Noel.
Noel inches inside her, ever so gently. It feels weird and gross for a minute, but then he shifts and Julian lifts her just a bit, and then it just feels full. Noel's arms wrap around her and he licks her shoulder, and Julian puts his hands on her back, and they all move as one. Dee moans instantly, and Noel gasps, and Julian bites his lip.
"This is going to be a bit amazing," Dee manages, and then she couldn't even speak if she wanted to, because Julian is rolling his hips up and Noel is finding his rhythm, and she's filled up to bursting point. Nobody's the puppeteer here, they're all just lost together, mindless and animal and raw. Julian's strong hands on her arse, Noel's fingers skittering down between her legs, and Dee just comes un-fucking-done.
She feels Julian's orgasm just before she comes. It's a blaze of stifled noise and wet colour, and his forehead rests against her shoulder, his mouth open. Noel's fingers and shallow thrusts make her peak and slide down smoothly, a dim haze of pleasure. He follows on her downward flight, groaning out obscenities into her hair.
They fall into a post-coital hush. Dee lies on the carpet, trying to get her head straight and her breathing back into play. Noel rests his hand lightly on Julian shoulder in a gesture of good will. They all did a good job. Yeah, fucking good all right.
"That was a bit of a smashing playdate, boys," Dee says breathlessly, staring at the ceiling. She blindly feels for Noel and Julian, seeking their hands and gripping them tightly. She doesn't quite want to let go of this lingering togetherness, not yet. "P'rhaps we should make an effort to do it more often."
Julian makes a noise of amused agreement. Noel just says, "Fucking genius."
And Dee rather thinks she is.