DW/Heroes/Blackpool Fic: Her Boys
Title: Her Boys
Author: irishlullaby
Rated: Adult
Fandoms: Doctor Who (Pete's World), Blackpool, Heroes
Pairing: Claude/Rose/Peter
Summary: She feels most content when surrounded by both of them.
AN: Trying to get this moved over from my personal LJ... it was there because I honestly didn't think anyone would ever want to read it. O.o; Boy was I wrong.
“Oh God! Oh God!!” Rose howled, trying to cling to both the man behind her and the one in front of her at the same time. When she realised it was nearly impossible in her precarious position without an amount of discomfort or making the one feel the other was getting more attention. But it was getting hard to concentrate with them both buried so very deep inside of her, tormenting parts of her in ways they were never meant to.
She gritted her teeth and huffed with annoyance. To hell with what they thought… She reached over her head and back behind her to clasp her fingers behind Peter’s neck, her hips thrusting back against him, greeting him. Claude almost instantly sat up, buried his fingers in her hair and caught her lips. Two sets of fingers went to her clit. Her eyes rolled back and she cried out, “Peter! Claude! Claude! Peter! Please oh God please!” with desperation.
They both rubbed furiously then her body seized around them both. Claude fell back against the bed with a loud shout, his hips thrusting sharply against her as she ground down. Peter’s arms came around her waist and she found herself almost face to face with Claude, Peter’s arm over one of her shoulders so that his fist was planted firmly in the mattress next to Claude’s pillow. It felt so tight inside of her that she could feel them both jerk and spasm inside of her as they found their own release.
For one moment, she felt the earth stand still. She couldn’t breathe or even think to do. All that existed for that one moment was them. The three of them together like this…
And then it was done. Peter was off of the bed, ridding himself of his condom. A grin crossed Rose’s lips as she lay on her side, watching Claude try to catch his breath. One corner of his lips was pulled into a half smile. He finally let out a heavy sigh and left the bed to follow Peter’s example.
They were at her place. She was the only one with a flat and bed big enough to accommodate their special relationship. Ordinarily Claude and Peter didn’t stay the night but this particular evening, they had arrived ready to spend the entire weekend. She had feigned being upset that they hadn’t cleared it with her first, that she wasn’t prepared for them to be over.
In reality, she liked nothing more than to fall asleep cuddled up to Peter’s side with Claude’s body pressed up to her back. Their relationship wasn’t perfect, by any means, they had their share of rows fuelled by jealousy. It usually resulted in long stints of silences between them. In all, it wasn’t much different than any other “normal” relationship. Though they were driving the papers half spare with wondering which of them she was dating. She wondered what they would think if they knew they were both her lovers.
Ordinarily, she’d be get up and clean herself so they could fall asleep or go their separate ways for the night. But, at the moment, Rose just wanted to lay there on the towel they’d had underneath Claude to protect her bed sheets. She wanted to revel in the stickiness of her release mixed with sweat, saliva, and lubricant. She felt dirty, in a very wonderful way.
“Rose Tyler,” Peter said, his voice low and husky as he looked her over. Rose shivered as he licked his lips. She rather liked how he said her name, the way his Scottish brogue just wrapped around her name to make it sound like a naughty word. Rose looked at him and grinned as she tucked her hands under her pillow to peer up at him. “You’re filthy.”
Rose hummed in acknowledgement. “Just enjoying the views,” she said, looking at him then at Claude’s naked bum as he disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. “I’ll need to have a shower. You two were unusually hardcore tonight. I don’t really wanna move at the moment.”
A small smile tugged at the corner of Peter’s mouth. He set a finger to his lips for a moment then bound to the bathroom. Rose just hummed softly and enjoyed the murmur of their voices echoing from within. Rose had almost drifted to sleep when she felt her body being lifted away from the bed. She nuzzled the warm, naked, shoulder as she was carried into the bathroom. She blinked blearily at Peter, who was seated on the edge of the bathtub, testing the water running into it.
One thing Rose really liked about Pete’s World was that most of the baths were big enough to accommodate a small whale… well, not really but even small crappy flats had tubs big enough to fit at least two people. Her own fit the three of them comfortably. Generally she soaked alone because almost every time Claude or Peter joined her, it rather defeated the purpose of trying to get clean.
Rose giggled and wrapped her arms around Claude’s neck as he stepped into he bath, still carrying her. He eased down into the warm water, and she turned on his lap and then settled between his legs. Peter turned off the taps and joined them, his legs wedging between hers and Claude’s so that her feet rested against the tops of his thighs.
“What you deserve is a nice leisurely soaking,” peter said, drawing her foot into his hands and massaging it gently. Claude began rubbing Rose’s shoulders. Rose moaned softly as her eyes drifted closed.
“I think I like this sort of double teaming,” Rose grinned. “I love you…” she sighed. When both sets of hands grew still, she opened her eyes. The look on Peter’s face could only be described as one of shock. If he was shocked she could only imagine what Claude’s face looked like at the moment and dared not look to see. “Would you two had rather I just say, ‘I love the way you make me feel’?” she asked flatly. She caught the hard look Peter gave Claude and expected Claude was returning it. “And that doesn’t mean the two of you start competing to be the first to say it back to me…”
Suddenly Peter grinned broadly and Claude chuckled. “Of course it does,” Claude replied. “It’s half of the fun of being us.” He gave Rose’s head a soft kiss. “Besides, Peter and I came to a mutual agreement to hold of on using the ‘L’ word until after you had said it.”
Rose’s eyebrows arched in surprise. “How very grown up of you two. I’m impressed.”
“Oi!” both men barked in objection. Rose giggled and wiggled in Claude’s tightening embrace.
They sat in companionable silence for a long moment, Peter resumes rubbing Rose’s feet and Claude retrieved the wash cloth from the side of the bath to lather it up and gently rub Rose’s chest with it. To the untrained eye it would seem like Claude was washing her, in reality Rose knew all he was doing was using it as an excuse to fondle her breasts. Peter grinned and brought one of her feet up to his lips and kissed each toe.
“We actually talk about you quite frequently,” Peter admitted after a moment.
“Oh?” Rose asked curiously as Claude’s hand descended to her stomach. “Should I worry?”
“It’s only come to blows about six times,” Claude replied with a slight shrug. “But it was early on in us.”
“And not in the past six months,” Peter added. He brought her other foot to his lips and kissed each of those toes as well. “By the way, did you realise it has been exactly a year since we, as a threesome, have been together?”
“Has it?” Rose asked, grinned. “So today’s our anniversary?” Her grin broadened. “So that’s what inspired the staying over?” She rubbed her hands along their legs under the water and leaned her head back against Claude’s shoulder and sighed contentedly. Claude’s hand dipped between her legs, she shifted her thighs apart to accommodate his large hand. “God the two of you are such teases…”
“Move in with us,” Peter blurted suddenly.
Rose’s eyes popped open, instantly yanked from the bliss they had created. She looked at Peter and blinked in shock. “Pardon?” Her heart stalled in her chest as Peter’s eyes widened with vulnerability.
Claude sighed heavily. “What that insufferable twit is trying to say is… We would like it very much if you would be willing to cohabitate with us on a more permanent basis.” Peter scowled at Claude, Rose snorted with laughter.
“You want me to move in with you?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes,” both men said tightly, their hands stopping what they had been doing.
Rose looked at Peter then glanced over her shoulder at Claude. Both men looked infinitely vulnerable and it wasn’t often she caught them as such. They must have talked extensively about the perks and downfalls of her moving in with them, had probably been discussing it for a long while. She knew if she went too long without responding that they would probably withdraw the offer or she would have to put up with awkwardness if she spent more than a week thinking about it herself.
Rose plugged her ears and slid down in the tub, shook her head to get her hair thoroughly wet, then sat up. She turned so she could look at them both. Chewing her bottom lip, she asked, “I’m guessing you two have taken everything into consideration… that we’d be working together, living together, doing practically everything together yeah?”
They both nodded gently.
“And… I’ve only got one bedroom here. You’ve only got two at yours… an’ I’d kind of like my own room for those days you two are arguing over who I love more…”
“We even spoke briefly of that,” Peter said.
“Figured if we’ve lived together for nearly three years and haven’t killed each other, we should be able to survive living with you,” Claude added. “We’ve gotten over most of the jealousy… not to mention, you tend too try and rip us a new one when it comes out around you.”
“Or, we could just all share one room like a normal couple,” Peter suggested. He nodded towards Claude. “That was his idea, by the way.”
Rose closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. “Can I have a think over night on it?”
Claude and Peter gave a murmur of approval, though she knew that they knew, if they hadn’t they would both be heading home after the bath was done. Rose looked at her hands and took note that she was starting to get wrinkly and stood.
“Right then…” she said briefly. “Off to bed you lot.”
Feeling considerably cleaner than she had when she got in, Rose stepped from the bath and grabbed up a clean towel to wrap herself in it before retreating to the bedroom. She straightened the bed, discarding of the towel that they had made use of earlier. Unwrapping herself from the towel she wore, Rose dried her hair then climbed into the middle of her bed.
A few minutes later, Peter came from the bathroom naked and crawled into the bed to join her. Rose snuggled up to his side, resting her head on his shoulder. Claude soon followed, easing up behind her. Rose sighed with contentment and soon fell asleep.
A couple hours later, Rose awoke when she felt one of Peter’s feet wedge between her legs. She felt a gentle weight on her hip and glanced under the coverings to see Peter and Claude’s hands on her hip, their fingers entwined. Rose smiled, rested her own hand over theirs, and fell back to sleep.
The next morning, she told them she would be happy to cohabitate with them.
Author: irishlullaby
Rated: Adult
Fandoms: Doctor Who (Pete's World), Blackpool, Heroes
Pairing: Claude/Rose/Peter
Summary: She feels most content when surrounded by both of them.
AN: Trying to get this moved over from my personal LJ... it was there because I honestly didn't think anyone would ever want to read it. O.o; Boy was I wrong.
“Oh God! Oh God!!” Rose howled, trying to cling to both the man behind her and the one in front of her at the same time. When she realised it was nearly impossible in her precarious position without an amount of discomfort or making the one feel the other was getting more attention. But it was getting hard to concentrate with them both buried so very deep inside of her, tormenting parts of her in ways they were never meant to.
She gritted her teeth and huffed with annoyance. To hell with what they thought… She reached over her head and back behind her to clasp her fingers behind Peter’s neck, her hips thrusting back against him, greeting him. Claude almost instantly sat up, buried his fingers in her hair and caught her lips. Two sets of fingers went to her clit. Her eyes rolled back and she cried out, “Peter! Claude! Claude! Peter! Please oh God please!” with desperation.
They both rubbed furiously then her body seized around them both. Claude fell back against the bed with a loud shout, his hips thrusting sharply against her as she ground down. Peter’s arms came around her waist and she found herself almost face to face with Claude, Peter’s arm over one of her shoulders so that his fist was planted firmly in the mattress next to Claude’s pillow. It felt so tight inside of her that she could feel them both jerk and spasm inside of her as they found their own release.
For one moment, she felt the earth stand still. She couldn’t breathe or even think to do. All that existed for that one moment was them. The three of them together like this…
And then it was done. Peter was off of the bed, ridding himself of his condom. A grin crossed Rose’s lips as she lay on her side, watching Claude try to catch his breath. One corner of his lips was pulled into a half smile. He finally let out a heavy sigh and left the bed to follow Peter’s example.
They were at her place. She was the only one with a flat and bed big enough to accommodate their special relationship. Ordinarily Claude and Peter didn’t stay the night but this particular evening, they had arrived ready to spend the entire weekend. She had feigned being upset that they hadn’t cleared it with her first, that she wasn’t prepared for them to be over.
In reality, she liked nothing more than to fall asleep cuddled up to Peter’s side with Claude’s body pressed up to her back. Their relationship wasn’t perfect, by any means, they had their share of rows fuelled by jealousy. It usually resulted in long stints of silences between them. In all, it wasn’t much different than any other “normal” relationship. Though they were driving the papers half spare with wondering which of them she was dating. She wondered what they would think if they knew they were both her lovers.
Ordinarily, she’d be get up and clean herself so they could fall asleep or go their separate ways for the night. But, at the moment, Rose just wanted to lay there on the towel they’d had underneath Claude to protect her bed sheets. She wanted to revel in the stickiness of her release mixed with sweat, saliva, and lubricant. She felt dirty, in a very wonderful way.
“Rose Tyler,” Peter said, his voice low and husky as he looked her over. Rose shivered as he licked his lips. She rather liked how he said her name, the way his Scottish brogue just wrapped around her name to make it sound like a naughty word. Rose looked at him and grinned as she tucked her hands under her pillow to peer up at him. “You’re filthy.”
Rose hummed in acknowledgement. “Just enjoying the views,” she said, looking at him then at Claude’s naked bum as he disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. “I’ll need to have a shower. You two were unusually hardcore tonight. I don’t really wanna move at the moment.”
A small smile tugged at the corner of Peter’s mouth. He set a finger to his lips for a moment then bound to the bathroom. Rose just hummed softly and enjoyed the murmur of their voices echoing from within. Rose had almost drifted to sleep when she felt her body being lifted away from the bed. She nuzzled the warm, naked, shoulder as she was carried into the bathroom. She blinked blearily at Peter, who was seated on the edge of the bathtub, testing the water running into it.
One thing Rose really liked about Pete’s World was that most of the baths were big enough to accommodate a small whale… well, not really but even small crappy flats had tubs big enough to fit at least two people. Her own fit the three of them comfortably. Generally she soaked alone because almost every time Claude or Peter joined her, it rather defeated the purpose of trying to get clean.
Rose giggled and wrapped her arms around Claude’s neck as he stepped into he bath, still carrying her. He eased down into the warm water, and she turned on his lap and then settled between his legs. Peter turned off the taps and joined them, his legs wedging between hers and Claude’s so that her feet rested against the tops of his thighs.
“What you deserve is a nice leisurely soaking,” peter said, drawing her foot into his hands and massaging it gently. Claude began rubbing Rose’s shoulders. Rose moaned softly as her eyes drifted closed.
“I think I like this sort of double teaming,” Rose grinned. “I love you…” she sighed. When both sets of hands grew still, she opened her eyes. The look on Peter’s face could only be described as one of shock. If he was shocked she could only imagine what Claude’s face looked like at the moment and dared not look to see. “Would you two had rather I just say, ‘I love the way you make me feel’?” she asked flatly. She caught the hard look Peter gave Claude and expected Claude was returning it. “And that doesn’t mean the two of you start competing to be the first to say it back to me…”
Suddenly Peter grinned broadly and Claude chuckled. “Of course it does,” Claude replied. “It’s half of the fun of being us.” He gave Rose’s head a soft kiss. “Besides, Peter and I came to a mutual agreement to hold of on using the ‘L’ word until after you had said it.”
Rose’s eyebrows arched in surprise. “How very grown up of you two. I’m impressed.”
“Oi!” both men barked in objection. Rose giggled and wiggled in Claude’s tightening embrace.
They sat in companionable silence for a long moment, Peter resumes rubbing Rose’s feet and Claude retrieved the wash cloth from the side of the bath to lather it up and gently rub Rose’s chest with it. To the untrained eye it would seem like Claude was washing her, in reality Rose knew all he was doing was using it as an excuse to fondle her breasts. Peter grinned and brought one of her feet up to his lips and kissed each toe.
“We actually talk about you quite frequently,” Peter admitted after a moment.
“Oh?” Rose asked curiously as Claude’s hand descended to her stomach. “Should I worry?”
“It’s only come to blows about six times,” Claude replied with a slight shrug. “But it was early on in us.”
“And not in the past six months,” Peter added. He brought her other foot to his lips and kissed each of those toes as well. “By the way, did you realise it has been exactly a year since we, as a threesome, have been together?”
“Has it?” Rose asked, grinned. “So today’s our anniversary?” Her grin broadened. “So that’s what inspired the staying over?” She rubbed her hands along their legs under the water and leaned her head back against Claude’s shoulder and sighed contentedly. Claude’s hand dipped between her legs, she shifted her thighs apart to accommodate his large hand. “God the two of you are such teases…”
“Move in with us,” Peter blurted suddenly.
Rose’s eyes popped open, instantly yanked from the bliss they had created. She looked at Peter and blinked in shock. “Pardon?” Her heart stalled in her chest as Peter’s eyes widened with vulnerability.
Claude sighed heavily. “What that insufferable twit is trying to say is… We would like it very much if you would be willing to cohabitate with us on a more permanent basis.” Peter scowled at Claude, Rose snorted with laughter.
“You want me to move in with you?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes,” both men said tightly, their hands stopping what they had been doing.
Rose looked at Peter then glanced over her shoulder at Claude. Both men looked infinitely vulnerable and it wasn’t often she caught them as such. They must have talked extensively about the perks and downfalls of her moving in with them, had probably been discussing it for a long while. She knew if she went too long without responding that they would probably withdraw the offer or she would have to put up with awkwardness if she spent more than a week thinking about it herself.
Rose plugged her ears and slid down in the tub, shook her head to get her hair thoroughly wet, then sat up. She turned so she could look at them both. Chewing her bottom lip, she asked, “I’m guessing you two have taken everything into consideration… that we’d be working together, living together, doing practically everything together yeah?”
They both nodded gently.
“And… I’ve only got one bedroom here. You’ve only got two at yours… an’ I’d kind of like my own room for those days you two are arguing over who I love more…”
“We even spoke briefly of that,” Peter said.
“Figured if we’ve lived together for nearly three years and haven’t killed each other, we should be able to survive living with you,” Claude added. “We’ve gotten over most of the jealousy… not to mention, you tend too try and rip us a new one when it comes out around you.”
“Or, we could just all share one room like a normal couple,” Peter suggested. He nodded towards Claude. “That was his idea, by the way.”
Rose closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. “Can I have a think over night on it?”
Claude and Peter gave a murmur of approval, though she knew that they knew, if they hadn’t they would both be heading home after the bath was done. Rose looked at her hands and took note that she was starting to get wrinkly and stood.
“Right then…” she said briefly. “Off to bed you lot.”
Feeling considerably cleaner than she had when she got in, Rose stepped from the bath and grabbed up a clean towel to wrap herself in it before retreating to the bedroom. She straightened the bed, discarding of the towel that they had made use of earlier. Unwrapping herself from the towel she wore, Rose dried her hair then climbed into the middle of her bed.
A few minutes later, Peter came from the bathroom naked and crawled into the bed to join her. Rose snuggled up to his side, resting her head on his shoulder. Claude soon followed, easing up behind her. Rose sighed with contentment and soon fell asleep.
A couple hours later, Rose awoke when she felt one of Peter’s feet wedge between her legs. She felt a gentle weight on her hip and glanced under the coverings to see Peter and Claude’s hands on her hip, their fingers entwined. Rose smiled, rested her own hand over theirs, and fell back to sleep.
The next morning, she told them she would be happy to cohabitate with them.