Prompt Fill: girl!Colbert/Fick/Person - driver picks the music - NC-17 - 1/2saline_joyDecember 16 2011, 21:25:15 UTC
"I'm driving," Brad's saying as Nate walks in from the backyard. "And I am not playing any of your corn-fried sister-fucking hick music."
"It's bluegrass!" Ray says as Nate comes through the kitchen. "That's totally different!" His eyes light on Nate in the doorway of the living room. "Nate! Nate, you have the deciding vote, c'mon."
"Yeah," Brad says, not looking away from where she's sliding her hand into Ray’s open jeans. "Thoughts, Nate?"
Nate watches Brad slide her other hand further up Ray's stomach, pushing his t-shirt out of the way. She's pressing him back over the arm of the couch. Not that he's fighting her, because the argument is always more fun than winning it ever would be.
"I'm thinking," he says, pausing to suck in a breath in time with Ray when Brad wraps her hand around his cock, visibly hard through the fabric of his jeans. "I'm thinking I should go get the strap-on."
Ray opens his mouth to answer, but all he gets out is a choked-off moan. Brad grins down at him. "Yes," she answers.
"You're such a fucking cheater," Ray says, hips arching off the couch.
"You love it," Brad shoots back, pushing him down further into the cushion.
"Bluegrass is not even in the same--" Ray's whole body shudders. "Nate," he says, not begging but well on his way to it. Brad starts to pull Ray's jeans off as Nate heads for the bedroom.
By the time he gets back, Brad's gotten the lube out from where they hid it under a stack of owner's manuals in the drawer of the coffee table -- "For emergencies!" Ray had said cheerfully when the cashier's eyes had gone a little wide at the sight of five tubes of slick coming down the conveyor belt -- and is pressing two fingers into Ray, going achingly slowly. Ray rocks his hips up into it, biting his lip to keep from asking her to go faster. He knows as well as Nate it'll just make her slow down.
Nate sets the harness and dildo on the end table and steps up behind Brad, tugging her basketball shorts and underwear down over her hips. She steps out of them, fingers still working Ray open.
"Hurry up," Ray says, not so much an order as a plea. Nate can almost feel it when Brad raises an eyebrow. "Nate!" Ray jumps to clarify. "Nate, Nate, hurry up, c’mon."
Nate slides a hand up over Ray’s thigh, pushing his leg up further so he can watch where Brad's got three fingers inside him now, fucking him slowly. "So impatient," he says, teasing.
"Oh my god, I hate you both," Ray gasps.
Brad laughs, tipping her head back over Nate's shoulder. He can't help but bite at the smooth length of her throat as he fits the straps of the harness around her hips. She turns to catch his mouth, biting his lower lip and licking into his mouth.
Nate pulls away to grab the dildo and fits it into the harness. He presses his hips up behind Brad's and nudges her forward until he can reach past her to snag the lube off the table. He watches Ray watch him get the dildo slick and ready.
Brad slides her fingers out of Ray and lines herself up, waiting a beat, waiting for Ray's eyes to meet hers. He doesn't make a sound as she presses inside, like it’s all he can do just to breathe. Nate reaches around Brad to touch him, his hips and thighs, the curve of his ass. Ray lets out a low moan when Brad starts moving.
Prompt Fill: girl!Colbert/Fick/Person - driver picks the music - NC-17 - 2/2saline_joyDecember 16 2011, 21:25:47 UTC
It doesn't take Ray long; he's already worked up, cock hard and red against his stomach. For once Brad doesn't make him wait, either. She sets up a steady rhythm, grinding her ass against Nate every time she pulls back. He slides a hand down over her belly, watching Ray's face as he gets closer and closer.
Brad's got one hand behind Ray's knee, pushing his leg up against his chest. Her other hand is curved over his inner thigh, thumb sliding over the skin between his balls and where she's sliding in and out of him. Nate can see the moment Ray gives in.
"Please," Ray says, "please, please, Brad -- oh, oh, fuck--"
Brad barely gets her hand around him before Ray's coming, face going slack as he spills over his stomach and her fingers. Nate doesn't wait for her to pull out, just unsnaps the harness and slips his hand between her thighs.
She slides a hand between them, going to touch him through his jeans but running into the bulge of keys in his pocket first. He slides two fingers over her cunt, getting them wet, and runs one over her clit lightly.
"Oh," she gasps, "oh, you fucking asshole."
Ray makes a questioning noise from where he's blissed out on the couch, watching them through heavy-lidded eyes. Not even his eyebrows move.
"Nate has the keys," Brad says, rolling her hips up into Nate's fingers. "In his pocket."
Ray’s mouth curves up into a grin, pushing himself backward on the couch until his legs aren't over the edge anymore. "C'mere, you fuckin' cheaters," he says, and Brad tugs the straps of the harness off completely and goes, stretching out over Ray. He curves a hand over her ribs and urges her up so he can suck her nipple into his mouth.
Nate presses two fingers into her and reaches between them with his other hand. She's clenching down on his fingers before he even touches her clit. She comes with a muttered "fuck" the second he does, shaking through it.
"Nate," Ray says, before Brad cuts him off with a kiss. Ray leans up far enough to snag the collar of Nate’s shirt and pulls. "Your turn."
Re: Prompt Fill: girl!Colbert/Fick/Person - driver picks the music - NC-17 - 2/2samescenesDecember 17 2011, 08:06:03 UTC
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You are killing me, my god, it's like a rollcall of my kinks, you've turned what I assumed would be bickering roadtrip fic into bickering strap-on fic, and I'm just gonna sit here and bask, goddamn.
"It's bluegrass!" Ray says as Nate comes through the kitchen. "That's totally different!" His eyes light on Nate in the doorway of the living room. "Nate! Nate, you have the deciding vote, c'mon."
"Yeah," Brad says, not looking away from where she's sliding her hand into Ray’s open jeans. "Thoughts, Nate?"
Nate watches Brad slide her other hand further up Ray's stomach, pushing his t-shirt out of the way. She's pressing him back over the arm of the couch. Not that he's fighting her, because the argument is always more fun than winning it ever would be.
"I'm thinking," he says, pausing to suck in a breath in time with Ray when Brad wraps her hand around his cock, visibly hard through the fabric of his jeans. "I'm thinking I should go get the strap-on."
Ray opens his mouth to answer, but all he gets out is a choked-off moan. Brad grins down at him. "Yes," she answers.
"You're such a fucking cheater," Ray says, hips arching off the couch.
"You love it," Brad shoots back, pushing him down further into the cushion.
"Bluegrass is not even in the same--" Ray's whole body shudders. "Nate," he says, not begging but well on his way to it. Brad starts to pull Ray's jeans off as Nate heads for the bedroom.
By the time he gets back, Brad's gotten the lube out from where they hid it under a stack of owner's manuals in the drawer of the coffee table -- "For emergencies!" Ray had said cheerfully when the cashier's eyes had gone a little wide at the sight of five tubes of slick coming down the conveyor belt -- and is pressing two fingers into Ray, going achingly slowly. Ray rocks his hips up into it, biting his lip to keep from asking her to go faster. He knows as well as Nate it'll just make her slow down.
Nate sets the harness and dildo on the end table and steps up behind Brad, tugging her basketball shorts and underwear down over her hips. She steps out of them, fingers still working Ray open.
"Hurry up," Ray says, not so much an order as a plea. Nate can almost feel it when Brad raises an eyebrow. "Nate!" Ray jumps to clarify. "Nate, Nate, hurry up, c’mon."
Nate slides a hand up over Ray’s thigh, pushing his leg up further so he can watch where Brad's got three fingers inside him now, fucking him slowly. "So impatient," he says, teasing.
"Oh my god, I hate you both," Ray gasps.
Brad laughs, tipping her head back over Nate's shoulder. He can't help but bite at the smooth length of her throat as he fits the straps of the harness around her hips. She turns to catch his mouth, biting his lower lip and licking into his mouth.
Nate pulls away to grab the dildo and fits it into the harness. He presses his hips up behind Brad's and nudges her forward until he can reach past her to snag the lube off the table. He watches Ray watch him get the dildo slick and ready.
Brad slides her fingers out of Ray and lines herself up, waiting a beat, waiting for Ray's eyes to meet hers. He doesn't make a sound as she presses inside, like it’s all he can do just to breathe. Nate reaches around Brad to touch him, his hips and thighs, the curve of his ass. Ray lets out a low moan when Brad starts moving.
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Brad's got one hand behind Ray's knee, pushing his leg up against his chest. Her other hand is curved over his inner thigh, thumb sliding over the skin between his balls and where she's sliding in and out of him. Nate can see the moment Ray gives in.
"Please," Ray says, "please, please, Brad -- oh, oh, fuck--"
Brad barely gets her hand around him before Ray's coming, face going slack as he spills over his stomach and her fingers. Nate doesn't wait for her to pull out, just unsnaps the harness and slips his hand between her thighs.
She slides a hand between them, going to touch him through his jeans but running into the bulge of keys in his pocket first. He slides two fingers over her cunt, getting them wet, and runs one over her clit lightly.
"Oh," she gasps, "oh, you fucking asshole."
Ray makes a questioning noise from where he's blissed out on the couch, watching them through heavy-lidded eyes. Not even his eyebrows move.
"Nate has the keys," Brad says, rolling her hips up into Nate's fingers. "In his pocket."
Ray’s mouth curves up into a grin, pushing himself backward on the couch until his legs aren't over the edge anymore. "C'mere, you fuckin' cheaters," he says, and Brad tugs the straps of the harness off completely and goes, stretching out over Ray. He curves a hand over her ribs and urges her up so he can suck her nipple into his mouth.
Nate presses two fingers into her and reaches between them with his other hand. She's clenching down on his fingers before he even touches her clit. She comes with a muttered "fuck" the second he does, shaking through it.
"Nate," Ray says, before Brad cuts him off with a kiss. Ray leans up far enough to snag the collar of Nate’s shirt and pulls. "Your turn."
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You are killing me, my god, it's like a rollcall of my kinks, you've turned what I assumed would be bickering roadtrip fic into bickering strap-on fic, and I'm just gonna sit here and bask, goddamn.
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