For QUIGONEJINN: Archie/Horatio/William
UNBETAED.
Don't have high hopes for this, my dear Rhod, I'm afraid it's crap and my mind's not working right---but like I said earlier today, bad!fic is better than no!fic.
Three pairs of hands, crawled across three bodies; it was almost painful, almost not quite almost-
One of them groaned, was all Archie could tell, he was too overwhelmed and drunk to tell who; it could have been anyone, even him. William Lawford, the man said politely to the two friends, pleased to meet you, mind if I join your table, and they drank, drank, drank and drank some more:
touch taste sweat kiss
Through the drunken haze of Horatio’s mind, was the currently insignificant question as to how, just how, Archie managed to convince him into this-if indeed it was Archie who did the convincing: You wouldn’t leave so soon, William, Archie had said, suddenly reverting to Christian names, stay, you must drink some more…
more more touch bite scratch pain feels good
There were dangers to drinking with men you barely knew, Lawford had been taught; it was equally logical to presume that there were dangers to sleeping with men you barely knew as well-what would Uncle say? But oh, oh, Uncle, how could he resist? Not at all, Archie, I haven’t any qualms about William lodging with us, I’m afraid however there is only one bed…oh but William didn’t mind, no, he didn’t mind at all-
fuck fuck taste lick thrust push grab
There would be awkward questions in the morning, they all knew in the back of their minds, awkward moments and questions; but for now, this one moment, this was all that was real.
::shame!face:: Hope it's at least SLIGHTLY bearable!
Don't have high hopes for this, my dear Rhod, I'm afraid it's crap and my mind's not working right---but like I said earlier today, bad!fic is better than no!fic.
Three pairs of hands, crawled across three bodies; it was almost painful, almost not quite almost-
One of them groaned, was all Archie could tell, he was too overwhelmed and drunk to tell who; it could have been anyone, even him. William Lawford, the man said politely to the two friends, pleased to meet you, mind if I join your table, and they drank, drank, drank and drank some more:
touch taste sweat kiss
Through the drunken haze of Horatio’s mind, was the currently insignificant question as to how, just how, Archie managed to convince him into this-if indeed it was Archie who did the convincing: You wouldn’t leave so soon, William, Archie had said, suddenly reverting to Christian names, stay, you must drink some more…
more more touch bite scratch pain feels good
There were dangers to drinking with men you barely knew, Lawford had been taught; it was equally logical to presume that there were dangers to sleeping with men you barely knew as well-what would Uncle say? But oh, oh, Uncle, how could he resist? Not at all, Archie, I haven’t any qualms about William lodging with us, I’m afraid however there is only one bed…oh but William didn’t mind, no, he didn’t mind at all-
fuck fuck taste lick thrust push grab
There would be awkward questions in the morning, they all knew in the back of their minds, awkward moments and questions; but for now, this one moment, this was all that was real.
::shame!face:: Hope it's at least SLIGHTLY bearable!