Welcome to Round One of the Sirens Kink Meme.
Format of Prompts
- Alphabetize pairings/threesomes/moresomes. (e.g. Ashley/Rachid/Stuart)
- Put [RPF] before RPF prompts. (e.g. [RPF] Rhys/Richard)
- For crossover prompts: "[Crossover], Sirens Character(s)/Other Character(s), [Fandom]" (e.g. [Crossover], Ashley/Jon Snow, [Game of Thrones])
- No "!" in
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This one's an "up-horny-down" one, and he doesn't so much see it as... well.
So the jumper had actually jumped, which was a totally once-in-a-blue-moon thing. Statistically, anyone staging something that public and dramatic was highly unlikely to actually want to go through with it, but this one had. They'd done the best they could to scrape him back together, but he bled his last all over their hands. Ashley had giggled all through breakfast, and not-so-surreptitiously pulled his phone out of his pocket as they parted ways.
But that had been hours ago, and now Stuart's well out of "horny" and on the way to being seriously down, and it feels like he's entitled to a little company. Maxine is AWOL, probably being a responsible human being somewhere and contributing to society, so he rings Ash, who is almost guaranteed to be doing neither.
He picks up on the fourth ring, sounding strange. "Hello, yeah."
"It's me." Stuart sprawls out on his couch, staring at the ceiling. "Have you hit down, yet?"
"Me? No, no..." What is that? He sounds sort of... rough. Then he laughs. "Actually, for a while, yeah, but now I'm back to up. Way... up."
Then there's an indistinct murmur on the other end from a distinctly non-Ashley voice, and Ashley says, "Oh," into the phone, very quietly, and it clicks.
"Sorry, are you having sex?" Stuart asks.
"What? No, of course not," Ashley says, just as the bedsprings creak. He hesitates. "A little."
"You're having sex," Stuart repeats flatly. "Right now. On the phone with me."
Ashley chuckles hoarsely. "Mmm. I thought you might be..."
Stuart starts, sits bolt upright. "What, up for a foursome?"
"Only a threesome, today, I've only the one." The bed creaks again, and there's that voice, and Ashley lets out a tiny sigh. "And... no, you great git, I thought you might be suicidal. I was being a friend."
"Yeah." Stuart laughs bitterly. "Some friend."
"Hey..." The creaking is starting to develop a rhythm, and Ashley's voice is getting shaky. "Maybe this can help you on your way back to horny."
Stuart hangs up and lies back down, drumming his fingers on his stomach, and thinks, down, down, down. But what really sucks is, Ash is right.
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