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... )
"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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NGH.
...Will there be a sequel?
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