[fanfiction] it's he who holds his tongue . . .
Fandom/Pairings: Youtube RPF?; Sons of Admirals GSF
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: If you happen to be Alex or Charlie (or Tom or Ed), please hit the back button posthaste. If you're not, well. I honestly think Disney fandom took away any morals I might have had before I started reading, you know. Beast/Belle and Sharpay/Ryan and Snow White gangbangs. :| In honor of that, title comes from “Poor Unfortunate Souls,” the Broadway version at least.
Summary: “Charlie,” Tom asks, “can you stay quiet while we take care of you? No talking and no noise.”
it's he who holds his tongue that gets the man.
They're all sitting around in the living room of the flat and yeah, okay. It's Charlie's fault, because he never shuts up for more than five minutes and Alex seriously doubts his ability to. It's sort of awkward, Charlie running his mouth while they're sitting around working out the logistics of group sex, even though they've done it before, sort of. Only . . . Only Tom curls up behind Charlie, running aimless patterns over Charlie's stomach, and asks. Alex honestly doubts that Charlie's really listening, what with the way he's melting into Tom, but Tom's voice is low and husky in a way that Alex knows only ends well.
“Charlie,” Tom asks, “can you stay quiet while we take care of you? No talking and no noise.”
Charlie whines, “Tom, I-“
Ed cuts Charlie off, “Try, Charlie. For me.”
Alex knows that Charlie will try, then, because Ed asked and Ed doesn't ask for very many things-especially not of Charlie, always overeager and ready to please. No, Alex thinks as he crosses over to the rapidly forming pile of limbs and musician, Ed just takes care of Charlie. They all take care of Charlie, because Charlie is sort of what brought them together. And so, Alex doesn't feel that bad when he nudges Ed out of the way so he can kiss Charlie. They live in the same flat, they've accidentally walked in on each other in the shower, and they've had sex, there's about zero reason to be weird about kisses. Besides, Charlie is kind of an affection whore.
Which is why he arches into the kiss, curiously silent. It's a little odd, in a way that Alex can't quite put into words, because Charlie is always making some sort of noise.
“You're doing good, Charlie,” Tom whispers into Charlie's ear, rubbing circles onto his sides, “Ed's going to blow you and you're going to keep quiet.”
Charlie nods, his breathing not quite even, before turning his head to kiss Tom. Ed's already unbuttoning Charlie's pants and Alex taps his hip.
“Lift, Charlie.”
Without breaking his kiss with Tom, Charlie lifts his hips and Ed tugs off his pants and boxers. He tosses them and they land somewhere near one of the floor lamps-thankfully not on the floor lamp, though. Alex remembers the pants almost catching on fire and he'd really like if that didn't happen again. He's pretty fond of the way that particular pair of jeans looks on Charlie too.
Ed is running his hands along Charlie's thighs, looking up at Charlie, who has finally pulled away from Tom and is now biting his lip. Tom's still rubbing circles on Charlie's side's and Alex has moved from watching to sucking at Charlie's neck and attempting to leave a mark.
“You okay, Charlie?”
It a request for permission, from Ed, and Charlie nods before tilting his head back to give Alex better access. His breathing is a little ragged and when Ed sucks in just the head of Charlie's cock, Charlie screws his eyes shut and throws his head back. Alex brushes hair away from Charlie's eyes, where its been matted with sweat and presses a kiss to his cheek.
“Breathe, Charlie,” Alex mumbles in Charlie's hair.
There's a few more seconds of ragged breathing from Charlie before it evens out and Ed starts finding a rhythm. Charlie tangles his fingers in Ed's hair-not to guide him, but just to have a grounding spot. Ed doesn't mind either way, usually. Tom's constant stream of soothing nonsense died out after Alex tugged him away from Charlie's ear for a kiss-which resulted in Tom sneaking his hand into Alex's pants and beating him off slowly. The weight of Tom behind him and Alex next him, breath heavy on his neck, is familiar to Charlie in the same way that Ed's tongue along the underside of his cock is familiar.
He wants to tell them this, tell them that he loves them, but he can't because he promised not to talk. They seem to know it anyway, though, because Alex leans a little so he can press a kiss to Charlie's forehead and Tom kisses his hair-which should be gross, but is somehow hot.
“Love you, Charlie,” Tom says, “come on.”
“Yeah,” Alex pants, “come on.”
That's the moment Ed chooses to flick his tongue over the head of Charlie's cock-which has Charlie tightening his fingers just a little and coming with a gasp. Distantly he's aware of Alex groaning into his ear, but mostly he's trying not to make noise beyond the ragged noise his breathing makes.
Tom is back at his ear then, “You can talk now, Charlie.”
“I love you,” Charlie says hoarsely, “all of you.”
Alex kisses the mark that just starting to bloom on Charlie's neck, “We know.”
Ed smiles at him, “And we love you right back.”
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Post-It Notes: And, since I'm already on this epic downhill slide, there will probably be Alex/Tom and Ed/Tom at some point. And then I'll be forever known as that creepy gal who writes SOA fanfiction. :|
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Rating: R
Pre-Notes: If you happen to be Alex or Charlie (or Tom or Ed), please hit the back button posthaste. If you're not, well. I honestly think Disney fandom took away any morals I might have had before I started reading, you know. Beast/Belle and Sharpay/Ryan and Snow White gangbangs. :| In honor of that, title comes from “Poor Unfortunate Souls,” the Broadway version at least.
Summary: “Charlie,” Tom asks, “can you stay quiet while we take care of you? No talking and no noise.”
it's he who holds his tongue that gets the man.
They're all sitting around in the living room of the flat and yeah, okay. It's Charlie's fault, because he never shuts up for more than five minutes and Alex seriously doubts his ability to. It's sort of awkward, Charlie running his mouth while they're sitting around working out the logistics of group sex, even though they've done it before, sort of. Only . . . Only Tom curls up behind Charlie, running aimless patterns over Charlie's stomach, and asks. Alex honestly doubts that Charlie's really listening, what with the way he's melting into Tom, but Tom's voice is low and husky in a way that Alex knows only ends well.
“Charlie,” Tom asks, “can you stay quiet while we take care of you? No talking and no noise.”
Charlie whines, “Tom, I-“
Ed cuts Charlie off, “Try, Charlie. For me.”
Alex knows that Charlie will try, then, because Ed asked and Ed doesn't ask for very many things-especially not of Charlie, always overeager and ready to please. No, Alex thinks as he crosses over to the rapidly forming pile of limbs and musician, Ed just takes care of Charlie. They all take care of Charlie, because Charlie is sort of what brought them together. And so, Alex doesn't feel that bad when he nudges Ed out of the way so he can kiss Charlie. They live in the same flat, they've accidentally walked in on each other in the shower, and they've had sex, there's about zero reason to be weird about kisses. Besides, Charlie is kind of an affection whore.
Which is why he arches into the kiss, curiously silent. It's a little odd, in a way that Alex can't quite put into words, because Charlie is always making some sort of noise.
“You're doing good, Charlie,” Tom whispers into Charlie's ear, rubbing circles onto his sides, “Ed's going to blow you and you're going to keep quiet.”
Charlie nods, his breathing not quite even, before turning his head to kiss Tom. Ed's already unbuttoning Charlie's pants and Alex taps his hip.
“Lift, Charlie.”
Without breaking his kiss with Tom, Charlie lifts his hips and Ed tugs off his pants and boxers. He tosses them and they land somewhere near one of the floor lamps-thankfully not on the floor lamp, though. Alex remembers the pants almost catching on fire and he'd really like if that didn't happen again. He's pretty fond of the way that particular pair of jeans looks on Charlie too.
Ed is running his hands along Charlie's thighs, looking up at Charlie, who has finally pulled away from Tom and is now biting his lip. Tom's still rubbing circles on Charlie's side's and Alex has moved from watching to sucking at Charlie's neck and attempting to leave a mark.
“You okay, Charlie?”
It a request for permission, from Ed, and Charlie nods before tilting his head back to give Alex better access. His breathing is a little ragged and when Ed sucks in just the head of Charlie's cock, Charlie screws his eyes shut and throws his head back. Alex brushes hair away from Charlie's eyes, where its been matted with sweat and presses a kiss to his cheek.
“Breathe, Charlie,” Alex mumbles in Charlie's hair.
There's a few more seconds of ragged breathing from Charlie before it evens out and Ed starts finding a rhythm. Charlie tangles his fingers in Ed's hair-not to guide him, but just to have a grounding spot. Ed doesn't mind either way, usually. Tom's constant stream of soothing nonsense died out after Alex tugged him away from Charlie's ear for a kiss-which resulted in Tom sneaking his hand into Alex's pants and beating him off slowly. The weight of Tom behind him and Alex next him, breath heavy on his neck, is familiar to Charlie in the same way that Ed's tongue along the underside of his cock is familiar.
He wants to tell them this, tell them that he loves them, but he can't because he promised not to talk. They seem to know it anyway, though, because Alex leans a little so he can press a kiss to Charlie's forehead and Tom kisses his hair-which should be gross, but is somehow hot.
“Love you, Charlie,” Tom says, “come on.”
“Yeah,” Alex pants, “come on.”
That's the moment Ed chooses to flick his tongue over the head of Charlie's cock-which has Charlie tightening his fingers just a little and coming with a gasp. Distantly he's aware of Alex groaning into his ear, but mostly he's trying not to make noise beyond the ragged noise his breathing makes.
Tom is back at his ear then, “You can talk now, Charlie.”
“I love you,” Charlie says hoarsely, “all of you.”
Alex kisses the mark that just starting to bloom on Charlie's neck, “We know.”
Ed smiles at him, “And we love you right back.”
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Post-It Notes: And, since I'm already on this epic downhill slide, there will probably be Alex/Tom and Ed/Tom at some point. And then I'll be forever known as that creepy gal who writes SOA fanfiction. :|
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