8 - upwards to infinity
Welcome to our eighth prompt post.
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
George obliges, despite trying his hardest not to. He starts to flush that brilliant shade of red, and David beams back. "Oh red really suits you, George. A Labour boy at heart, I see."
George desperately tries to block out the voices commenting on every move he makes, and tries to prove Nick wrong when he says things like 'stroking him like this makes him mewl like a little kitten'.
But he just can't.
He mewls, keens, moans, groans and whimpers all on cue. And he hates himself for being so predictable.
He finds himself begging for more, and when Nick turns to look at David, winks, and says "Want to hear what he sounds like when I suck him?", George resists the urge to die of embarrassment and lust at the same time. Nick slides down his body, pulls his cock free of his boxers, and licks a long stripe up it slowly, flicking his tongue just beneath the head, making George gasp louder. He screws his eyes shut tighter; he can hear David moan and he doesn't even want to contemplate what he is doing as Nick's mouth does wonderful things down below.
His legs start to shake, threatening to give way, as Nick's lips press a kiss on a particularly sensitive spot, before parting to slide around his erection. "Feels so good." he barely manages to choke out, before Nick starts to gently suck.
"Looks so good." is David's answering reply.
Nick's impressed that George is actually taking part in this act. He thought the man would put up with it begrudgingly for him, mostly staying silent apart from the odd moan. He realises this is asking a lot of the younger man, but he'll let George get his own back at some point.
"Oh Nick!" Nick pulls his lips away, licks once more along the length, then gently bites him just above his hip bone. "As great as that sounds, that's not what I want to hear right now."
George opens his eyes, confusion on his face. He looks down, and wishes he hadn't when he sees what Nick looks like. He tries to regain composure and shakily asks what it is exactly Nick wants to hear.
Nick glances over his shoulder to look at David, face a picture of mischievous glee. "His name."
George's eyes widen, and he blinks. "Nick, no.... no way."
Nick gets up from where he's been kneeling, and takes George's hand, giving it a squeeze, as he runs a lone finger of his other hand up his cock. He tilts his head back next to George's ear, and whispers loud enough for David to hear "Why not?"
He nuzzles against him closer, before muttering so quietly that the only way George knows he has definitely heard something is his hot breath against his jaw."I know you've thought about him."
"No, Nick. Just no. Please, I can't. He's in the room..." George blushes profusely, trying to pull Nick closer as some kind of cover from David's gaze.
Nick's fingers slide over his skin, cupping him intimately, and making a fist. Nick pumps it once, quickly, making George buck from the sudden change in friction. "He likes it. You like it. I love it."
David's moved, no long the deer caught in headlights, and has started leaning against the wall next to George on his side, watching Nick play with him intimately, with great interest. He looks away from the action for a second, before catching George's eye, and winking.
George goes back to closing his eyes, feeling very overwhelmed. His best friend and boss shouldn't be here, but he is. And now Nick wants him to moan David's name.
"I won't let you come till you do." Nick continues. George sighs and tries to gain as much courage as physically possible. He mutters it very quietly under his breath causing Nick to lean in closer.
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"David."
He knows he's blushing so much that you could fry an egg on his head. He knows that Nick approves because that teasing hand moves that bit faster, and he knows that David's watching, because he can practically feel his gaze branding him. Branding him what, he's not entirely sure. A slut, most probably.
"Once more, George. With feeling."
George tries to imagine how he normally shouts out Nick's name during sex. He releases a pretty convincing sounding moan of David's name, even adding an 'oh god' in for effect. He hopes this is enough to satisfy Nick. And David.
He doesn't realise that David's inched closer to where they're currently busy until he hears his voice in his ear. "You sound amazing. Every time you say my name from now on, that's how I'll picture it. Whether it's in a Cabinet meeting, on the phone, in my office..."
"Oh god, David!" It’s genuine, this time. The outburst seems to shock all three men, and George goes back to being embarrassed again, hoping this will all be over soon.
"You ever done anything like this in my office?"
It's voiced as an innocent query, but it's anything but. This is a whole new can of worms opening, and George is barely keeping it together as it is.
Nick goes to answer David's question, but David puts a hand up to stop him, never taking his eyes off George."I want HIM to answer."
Nick turns to George, and bites his lip. He can feel the outline of an erection pressing against him, begging for attention. "I don't think I've ever done anything like THIS before."
David and Nick both chuckle.
"Change the question then. What have you done in my office that shouldn't have been done there?"
George is a rather fetching shade of blush-red. Nick's "Tell him." doesn't help. His fingers slow down, and David's hand almost reach out to entwine with them. "We might have kissed in there. Once."
Nick coughs, informing David that that isn't all they've done in his office. David raises his eyebrows and looks at George knowingly. "You're not lying, are you George?"
"Not lying."
Nick halts his hand's movements and squeezes gently.
"Gah. Don't make me, please, Nick, I just need a little more." The mixture of arousal and humiliation is unusual, and worryingly feels fantastic. The humiliation of admitting something so intimate, the memory of how good and wrong it felt at the time, is just turning him on even more.
"I'll start you off if you like. Nick was sat in David's chair... " Nick's hands leave George completely.
"... And then we had sex on the desk, okay?" George mumbles as fast as he can, wanting Nick to be touching him again.
"And who did you make me pretend to be?...."
Nick feels slightly guilty about bringing this information out into the open. The look George is giving him breaks his heart a little bit. He leans and whispers so only George can hear.
"You ok with this?"
"I guess I have to be now...." George manages a small smile at him. Nick brings his hand up to cup George's face gently.
"Sometimes, I love you." He kisses George and pulls back "I owe you."
"And you know I'll make you pay me back. In triplicate.” George grins, and laughs as David chuckles.
Nick's undoing his zip, keeping eye contact with George the entire time, getting his cock out, and lining it up with George's before wrapping his fist around them in a strong grip. David just licks his lips in response.
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George can see David out the corner of his eye. The man is clearly aroused by the idea of Nick pretending to be him, while he shags George on his desk. He can also tell that David is dying to touch something: either himself or the two men in front of him.
He settles for placing his hand on Nick's lower back, almost as though he's begging for someone to tell him to touch himself. "What happened, exactly?"
"David, I'm hardly capable of giving you a play by play right now." He manages to pant out between strokes.
"Try. I need something here."
George groans. "Erm... I called him Prime Minister while he fucked me over your desk"
The effect is amazing on David. In seconds he's unbuttoning his fly, and yanking down the zip, and when he first touches himself he starts to whimper.
George doesn't know where to look. His mind is telling him it’s only fair that he look at David's cock, seeing as David's seen his. But there's another part of his brain telling him that he shouldn't look at the Prime Minister's intimate parts. Because he's the Prime Minister.
"Tell me more. Dear god, you two shouldn't be so ughhh."
"Before he would shag me, I had to suck him off. Apparently, it’s a privilege of being the big man in charge."
"I'm going to have to try that line myself.”
George thinks Nick's being uncharacteristically quiet until he sees just how far gone he is. It appears its taking all his self-control not to come undone over his and David's conversation.
"He made me beg for it. Completely. I had to moan your name every time Nick thrust his fingers inside me, and I've never felt so naughty in my life. And...oh god Nick, do that again."
Nick's hand movements are becoming less graceful and more stuttering as he tries to repeat the action that made George moan his name like that, but he's finding it very difficult to keep going.
George leans in to whisper in Nick's ear.
"Come for me."
Nick tries to shake his head in protest trying to gather enough brain power to utter the words 'not until you have'. However he finds himself reaching his peak before even the first word can be spoken, spilling out onto his own hand. The pumping becomes slipperier, and George desperately wants to let go. David can see it, and keeps whispering in George's ear, while Nick composes himself.
"God, when did you get so sexy?"
"Do you want me to answer that, or was it rhetorical?"
"I want to see you come."
"I think Nick's in charge of that right now."
"Nick, or Daviiiid?"
Nick seems to have regained some of his usual abilities and looks at George. "Pretend it’s his hand pumping you closer and closer...You moaned his name so beautifully earlier." Nick grins and lines George's jaw with short kisses. "Lie back, close your eyes and think of David."
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"Good boy..." he hears Nick whisper. George is finding it difficult to imagine it’s David, when every stroke, every squeeze is uniquely Nick. He feels as if he's letting his lover down somehow when he speaks out. "Nick, I can't. Feels too much like you."
All of a sudden, it all changes. Every sensation is completely different, every movement jars with what he knows, and the unpredictability of it sends his mind reeling. "Oh God, Nick. What are you doing... that feels..."
"Different?"
It's not Nick's voice that's whispering in his ear.
For a moment, George feels uneasy and calls out Nick's name, questioning his whereabouts. He needs to get confirmation from him that this is all okay. "I know you wanted this, George."
There is no way in hell George is opening his eyes. He reaches out a hand trying to find Nick for some kind of support, as David’s hand continues to work his shaft.
"How long have you thought about it? Since you first saw him? Let yourself enjoy it. I want to see you let go."
George whimpers, clearly feeling entirely too monogamous at this point and feels rather ashamed that it’s David getting him off, and not Nick.
"You stare at him all the time. I've seen you looking, George. I know you like it."
And then David speaks again, and all thoughts of being faithful fly out the window. Nick's right, he has wanted David for a long time, and who was he to deny himself (and Nick) this opportunity. Nick clearly seemed okay with it (he would have to thank him for that later) so there was no reason to not enjoy this entirely.
Especially if David's fingers are that talented at this. It's obviously not going to take him long at all. Nick's still whispering in his ear, about all those fantasies he's told him about, and George files a note in the back of his mind to hit the man later, when he's not seconds away from the best orgasm of his life.
He grabs Nick's hand as he can feel himself teetering on the edge, so close to the brink. "So close..."
"Then let go." And George does.
"Oh god, David... I mean Nick... oh fuck it, I don't know."
David wants to laugh at the absurdness of this entire situation, and how sweet and confused George currently sounds. He would have watched the man gasping for air as he wound down from the rather brilliant orgasm he’d just experienced, but David has other more pressing problems.
Namely the fact that he still has an erection. Dear god, what on earth are this pair doing to him?
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He's pointedly looking at his erection, and for a split second David just wants to run and hide.
Nick is licking his lips, dragging George by his arm until the pair of them are surrounding David's vision, walking towards him purposefully. David feels the desk pressing against his lower back, and he realises that he couldn't escape even if he wanted to. He gulps, and Nick makes no attempt to hide the fact that he's watching the lump travel down his throat. There's a predatory look in his eye.
George on the other hand, looks mildly amused, as if he knew this would happen eventually. There's still that reddish tint to his cheeks, and some hint of embarrassment, but he's definitely rather interested.
"Well, this is a development, isn't it?"
"It is indeed." Nick smiles, and an involuntary shudder goes right through David's body. He tries to find somewhere else to look other than those piercing eyes, but unfortunately he just ends up catching sight of Nick idly rubbing at George's wrist.
"We have shown you ours, David." George seems amazingly calm about this. "Perhaps it's only fair..." He looks up at Nick, and Nick nods hastily.
"We are all in this together, after all." Nick’s grin is so large it threatens to split his face in two. So this is how the great N. Clegg was deemed such a talented politician. He has the ability to turn any political sound bite into pure porn.
“Of course I’ll show you, gentleman.” David has long since gotten past the issue of shyness. He raises an eyebrow, puts his hands firmly on his hips, and doesn’t break eye contact with either man. “Take a good look, fellas. Let me know when you’re done.”
“As amazing as that looks, Mr. Cameron, I’d rather see it in action. And I know George would too. Consider it...payment. You’ve seen us screaming in ecstasy as we come. Your turn.”
David’s mind goes completely blank, but amazingly, he’s still sporting the same impressive erection as before. Clearly, a bit of exhibitionism isn’t a problem.
This is nonsense. David sighs, closes his eyes, and tries to force together some mental capacity that is currently operating above “Oh my god, they’re ridiculously kinky and I’m actually going to do this.”
A possibility forms in his head and he grins, opens his eyes and turns to face George. “Want to see a real man in action?” Against his better judgement, he winks, and George beams at him and bites his lip. God, even that is making David’s brain spin.
“He’s a bit cheeky, isn’t he? How on earth do you put up with him?” Nick turns to face George, and for a second David can see why they work so well together. Like an incredibly perverted version of those comic duos Britain is so famous for.
“I struggle, but then I remember I have the Leader of the Lib Dems shagging me until I’m sore. A real man, David.”
“I can be a real man.”
George chuckles. “Show us.” He reaches for David’s wrist, and leads it slowly to David’s cock, waiting until the Prime Minister gets the message, before letting go. “Your audience is waiting with bated breath, so you’d better be in good voice.”
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“We only want to hear the words God, Yes, Nick, George and groans from here onwards.”
David bites his lip, as the husky voice, and the flick of his hand at the head of his cock, threatens to make his knees give way.
He tries as best he can to hold on to some degree of sanity, but his own hand is seriously threatening to take him over that edge in record time.
It’s not so much the actions anymore, but the situation; the tension in the room seems almost to be pushing him along, the look of absolute hunger on George’s and Nick’s faces, the way the air between them seems to be that bit thicker and more heated.
The two men facing him are licking their lips, biting the moist plump flesh there, and David gets a sudden image of George closing the gap between them, and pressing those lips against his own, capturing moans while Nick puts his own mouth to equally good use lower down his pliant body.
The words have gone. Completely. His voice now reduced to just a series of strangled cries, and he knows he’s close. He just needs a simple push to finish, and it’s almost getting to the point where it’s frustrating.
Then the two wonderfully accommodating men watching him with such interest turn to face one another instead. Nick winks at him, George flushes but smiles, and they kiss, slowly and passionately, soon turning from tortuous to amazingly erotic. Hands bunch in the front of dishevelled shirts, and a small part of David’s brain has barely enough time to think that this is how all these amazing events began before it decides to switch off completely, and David is coming over his own hand. At the sight of the Chancellor and Deputy Prime Minister snogging.
Ah.
He knows he’s likely to be ridiculed for it. He can already see Nick’s eyes twinkling with mirth, and there is going to be some wild reference to teenage horniness and experimentation, and locked up forbidden feelings, he just knows it. But right now he can’t quite bring himself to care.
“You know,” begins George, “maybe next time, David should try letting us do the hard work for him, instead of coming over his own hand.”
Nick chuckles at the David’s now slumped body on the floor. “Perhaps. Though, I’m guessing it won’t be too hard, if he manages to come over watching some snogging. However would you manage with porn, Prime Minister?”
David can hear the challenge in Nick’s words. But right now, his brain just doesn’t want to know.
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