Prompt #3 - Part 3 - Also known as "Mandi can't write a healthy threesome"adellynaAugust 16 2007, 21:52:42 UTC
It passes quickly. Too quickly, Spencer wants to hold on to it, he wants to blame Ryan for stealing Jon. It’s easier, hurts less than realizing he handed Jon over, loaned him out like a hat and then, just. Couldn’t. Take him back.
But Ryan is open eyed again, leaning down to kiss Spencer, saying “Please, please,” into his mouth. Please into his mouth and please with his fingers on Spencer’s jeans and no. “No,” Spencer says. He tugs Ryan’s hands away from his pants and braces them up by his head, either side, pulling Ryan down for one last kiss.
Ryan won’t let anyone but Spencer fuck him. Spencer won’t let anyone but Jon fuck him. Brendon won’t fuck anything without tits. Jon, Jon insists, is just fucked.
“Stay,” Ryan pleads, “stay.”
He looks over Ryan’s head to Jon, whose fingers are sliding over Ryan’s ribs in smooth, tidal sweeps, closer and closer to his cock. He looks miserable.
“Jon?” Spencer asks. He just. Can’t help himself.
Jon’s only answer is to surge forward, trapping Ryan between them, and crush his lips against Spencer’s. He licks into Spencer’s mouth desperately, and it’s familiar in a way that Ryan isn’t. It’s the place Spencer wants to go instead of everywhere he’s been. “Don’t,” Jon says.
Ryan repeats, “Stay,” at the same time.
Their whole problem is summed up most succinctly in the fact that Spencer stays.
He scrambles backwards and braces his back against the headboard. Ryan tries to crawl after him; Jon gets his hand on the back of Ryan’s neck and holds tight, keeping him in place. “Ryan,” he says, and Ryan glares heatedly toward the fingers overlapping his collarbones but nods.
They trade places. Jon falls on his back, his head between Spencer’s legs, Ryan kneeling down the bed, fingers busy on Jon’s jeans. Jon tilts his head back up and tries to meet Spencer’s eyes. Spencer refuses. He watches Ryan’s hands on Jon’s cock instead. He watches Ryan suck his fingers into his mouth and twist them into Jon. He watches Jon’s hips buck up. He watches Ryan suck the head of Jon’s cock into his mouth and take him in, impressively far in, his nose brushing the dark hair at the base.
He watches Jon’s hands fist in the comforter; sounds hiss out, he risks a glance at Jon’s face and sees him biting down on his lip. His eyes are heavy and honey, watching Spencer. It’s not Ryan’s name in his eyes, and Spencer understands that he’s muffling the name on his tongue. Whichever it is, Spencer doesn’t want to hear it.
“Over,” Ryan mutters. “flip. Jon, Over.”
There’s the shuffle, more awkward than sexy, and then. Well. Then they’re both facing Spencer. Jon’s on his knees, his eyes glued to the comforter. Ryan on his knees, pushing in but staring at Spencer. He feels the weight of Ryan looking at him as intensely as that of Jon not.
Ryan says (moans), “Spence,” and he reaches for Spencer’s hand. Their linked hands fall on Jon’s shoulder- a bridge right over what Spencer wants to what he doesn’t. He closes his eyes while Ryan ruts behind Jon, closes his eyes to the top of Jon’s dark head, and when Ryan comes he thinks, fiercely, I miss Vegas.
Re: Prompt #3 - Part 3 - Also known as "Mandi can't write a healthy threesome"flimsyAugust 16 2007, 23:15:28 UTC
I keep re-reading this, and god, seriously, GOOSEBUMPS! I love this dark and twisted tension between them, and Spencer's jealousy makes my heart hurt. He's so - agh, desperate and needy and ashdjka. I love this. Seriously, I do. I like porny fun threesomes, but dark/angsty are my favorite kind. ♥!!!
Re: Prompt #3 - Part 3 - Also known as "Mandi can't write a healthy threesome"airgiodslvAugust 17 2007, 02:10:12 UTC
Oh honey. So messed up. But I love the way you illustrated this, how clear a sense you gave of how everyone feels and why and what has gone wrong along the way. Absolutely gorgeous.
Re: Prompt #3 - Part 3 - Also known as "Mandi can't write a healthy threesome"disarm_dAugust 17 2007, 07:31:04 UTC
I loved this! The way that you show how everyone's twisted up together, and needy, but no one's really getting what they want. Fabulous job. I feel like I need to reread it (even more than the number of times that I already have) before I'll have unpacked enough for a thorough comment, but, for now: Thanks for this! It was a fantastic read.
But Ryan is open eyed again, leaning down to kiss Spencer, saying “Please, please,” into his mouth. Please into his mouth and please with his fingers on Spencer’s jeans and no. “No,” Spencer says. He tugs Ryan’s hands away from his pants and braces them up by his head, either side, pulling Ryan down for one last kiss.
Ryan won’t let anyone but Spencer fuck him. Spencer won’t let anyone but Jon fuck him. Brendon won’t fuck anything without tits. Jon, Jon insists, is just fucked.
“Stay,” Ryan pleads, “stay.”
He looks over Ryan’s head to Jon, whose fingers are sliding over Ryan’s ribs in smooth, tidal sweeps, closer and closer to his cock. He looks miserable.
“Jon?” Spencer asks. He just. Can’t help himself.
Jon’s only answer is to surge forward, trapping Ryan between them, and crush his lips against Spencer’s. He licks into Spencer’s mouth desperately, and it’s familiar in a way that Ryan isn’t. It’s the place Spencer wants to go instead of everywhere he’s been. “Don’t,” Jon says.
Ryan repeats, “Stay,” at the same time.
Their whole problem is summed up most succinctly in the fact that Spencer stays.
He scrambles backwards and braces his back against the headboard. Ryan tries to crawl after him; Jon gets his hand on the back of Ryan’s neck and holds tight, keeping him in place. “Ryan,” he says, and Ryan glares heatedly toward the fingers overlapping his collarbones but nods.
They trade places. Jon falls on his back, his head between Spencer’s legs, Ryan kneeling down the bed, fingers busy on Jon’s jeans. Jon tilts his head back up and tries to meet Spencer’s eyes. Spencer refuses. He watches Ryan’s hands on Jon’s cock instead. He watches Ryan suck his fingers into his mouth and twist them into Jon. He watches Jon’s hips buck up. He watches Ryan suck the head of Jon’s cock into his mouth and take him in, impressively far in, his nose brushing the dark hair at the base.
He watches Jon’s hands fist in the comforter; sounds hiss out, he risks a glance at Jon’s face and sees him biting down on his lip. His eyes are heavy and honey, watching Spencer. It’s not Ryan’s name in his eyes, and Spencer understands that he’s muffling the name on his tongue. Whichever it is, Spencer doesn’t want to hear it.
“Over,” Ryan mutters. “flip. Jon, Over.”
There’s the shuffle, more awkward than sexy, and then. Well. Then they’re both facing Spencer. Jon’s on his knees, his eyes glued to the comforter. Ryan on his knees, pushing in but staring at Spencer. He feels the weight of Ryan looking at him as intensely as that of Jon not.
Ryan says (moans), “Spence,” and he reaches for Spencer’s hand. Their linked hands fall on Jon’s shoulder- a bridge right over what Spencer wants to what he doesn’t. He closes his eyes while Ryan ruts behind Jon, closes his eyes to the top of Jon’s dark head, and when Ryan comes he thinks, fiercely, I miss Vegas.
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♥!!!
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Clearly you are to blame for my twistydarkfic proclivities.
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