Cloud no. 9
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David never really expected this to be true to the point where he’s half hard, half the time, but it is, and he’s going mad from it.
They all carry on the next few days as though nothing has happened. Oh yes, there’s the slight half-smiles, and George has a spring in his step that no one quite understands, and Nick makes little sly remarks every now again about the tight friendship between him and his chancellor. But they pretend it’s normal.
Still, every time George pokes his head round the door, and says his name, David looks up at him and they both share that look. Both of them know exactly what the other is thinking, and it makes David squirm slightly.
It begins to get worse.
One time, George walks into a meeting between him and Nick, and stops dead in his tracks, staring at the desk. Nick just raises an eyebrow at David, and all hell threatens to breaks loose. George just has to say the word “David” and suddenly he’s back there again, and it’s as clear in his mind as if he were reliving it.
They can’t. Not again. The first time was a wonderful accident. The second was a rather wonderful mistake, for want of a better word. Now, it’s business as usual.
He just wishes he could shake it out of his mind, though.
Every single time George bites his lip, he wants to watch Nick kissing the mark better.
Every time Nick randomly daydreams and grins, he wonders if the man is replaying recent events in his mind.
And David has since promised himself that if either man’s pens near their mouths while he’s in the company, he will stare at anything else he can find.
George avoided him slightly, at first, in public. But now, when the two of them are sat ever side of him during Prime Minister’s Questions, he has to work doubly hard to think clearly, without occupying his mind with racy thoughts about the men he’s currently sandwiched between.
It’s been threatening to explode in him for a while now, all these pent up feelings (that he’s sworn to himself for a long time he’d never had) start to come to the surface, like an acid eating away at a carefully crafted facade. So when he hears the giggles that night in the corridor, and senses, rather than knows, them to be Nick and George’s, he has to follow them.
Of course, it’s what Nick planned all along.
“Took you long enough. I was worried you’d panicked and fled.”
David just lets out a snort of laughter, as if he can’t be bothered. Unfortunately it also has the added effect of making him seem like a young stallion, jumpy, and about to bolt.
He almost voices his thoughts, but stops himself just in time, mouth slightly open. If he says it, he’s going to be in for a whole host of riding jokes, and “hung like a horse” references, and it will probably end up with them all rolling about the floor in peals of laughter, rather than erotic ecstasy.
And if he’s truly honest with himself, right now, he knows which he’d prefer.
“It’s been playing on your mind, hasn’t it?”
The way Nick says it leaves David in no doubt that although it’s worded as a question, it’s anything but. Nick knows, and David can’t really even bother to hide it anymore. He knows Nick realises that David’s enjoying whatever this may be between them all. Stress relief, male bonding, and an inability to be alone together without wanting to rip each other’s clothes off.
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And so it begins. Complete undivided attention on him.
Nick looks hungry for him. He looks him straight in the eyes, winks, bites his lip in that oh so distracting way, and pulls him by his bright blue tie, positioning him in the centre of the room. Then he circles round him, like a shark circling its prey, admiring him from all sides.
George finally moves from the wall, and walks towards him, and whispers in his ear.
“David...”
It makes him go weak at the knees with anticipation ever so slightly.
They both keep walking round him, smirks plastered across faces, and eyes twinkling at how one little word is affecting him so much. Nick actually chuckles when he begins to see the slight outline of a bulge in David’s trousers, and David wants nothing more than to run and hide from those eyes, or drag the man towards him, and snog him within an inch of his life.
A quiet moan from George, obviously faked but unbelievably effective none the less, snaps that last bit of restraint inside of him, and he chooses the latter.
Nick’s lips are soft, and, after the split second it takes Nick to process what is happening, he can feel them pressing firmly against his own.
Reminding himself that he needs to breathe, David pulls back slightly, and watches the expression on Nick’s face. He feels slightly smug when it’s evidentially one of disappointment.
He forgets to factor George into this plan.
George might be the more easily embarrassed of the two, the less confident about all this, but he’s known David far far longer. Nick might have all the confidence, and the moves, but George has the ammunition. And George Osborne is not a stupid man. He’s in politics for Christ’s sake. He knows how to use things like this. Personal, private things that even David barely remembers telling him.
He feels George’s hands at his hips, fingers run up and down his sides, and George rests his chin on his shoulder. David can feel George’s chest pressing against his back, and his arms wrap around him, pulling him against him tighter still. No escape, even if he wanted to.
George actually winks at Nick over David’s shoulder. Teamwork, it is then.
David leans back into George’s embrace slightly, as Nick runs his hand all the way down his chest, ‘til he’s playing with the end of that blue bit of silk.
“So many possibilities...” Nick keeps staring at the tie, twisting it in his fingers, and letting it slide through the gaps between them. “What do you think, George?”
David turns his head slightly, to look at George’s expression. “As tempting as it is, the original plan is better. Trust me.” And with that, he chuckles at David’s startled yelp, and begins to kiss down his jaw and neck to his collar. One of the hands wraps round his waist more firmly, while the other reaches up to his shirt collar, and loosens the knot of his tie, and begins undoing the buttons there. Nick’s hand takes hold of that loosened knot, tugs at it until he’s slipping it off him, cracking it like a whip before chucking it behind him.
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“You might have to remind me, I’m not sure I can make my brain work right now, particularly if you’re going to keep kissing me there.”
George laughs. “Distracting, isn’t he?”
Nick’s kneeling on the floor now, playing with the now open sides of his shirt, and running his hands over his chest, past his navel, all the way to the waistband of his trousers.
“Very distracting. George, just what am I letting myself in for here?”
George doesn’t answer directly, but carries on reminiscing instead. “You were hilarious. It was just after you’ve first noticed Nick existed. You kept going on and on and on about how you’d shut him up given half a chance.”
Nick snorts with laughter somewhere near his crotch, while he plays with the top button of his trousers.
David goes rigid with fear. “George, tell me you didn’t...”
“Didn’t what?” George kisses, sucks and grazes his teeth along that length of neck.
“Tell him what I said.” He gasps as George’s teeth almost sink into the flesh of his shoulder, and he begins to feel the first hints of delicious, shameful humiliation.
“Well, if you insist...You wanted him, didn’t you? Wanted him to get down on his knees, open your fly, and start putting his mouth to better use.”
Nick is beaming at him. Licking his lips, biting them, and generally looking exactly how David’s pictured him. David gulps, and George’s tongue runs down his neck as he does so.
The only sound in the room is his panting, until Nick slides that button through its hole, and pulls the zip down. David closes his eyes at the sound of metal scraping against metal. This is going to be the utter undoing of him, he just knows it.
“First time Nick slid his tongue up and down my erection, your words came back to me again. He wouldn’t let me put a finger on him until I was completely satisfied. Just kept sucking, and licking and caressing until I was begging for something more.”
It shouldn’t be turning him on, thinks David. But right now, he has Nick looking ridiculously naughty, playing with the waistband of his boxers, sliding fingers slightly inside until they almost brush the head of his arousal, and George pouring porn into his ear, and making every drop of blood in his body run southwards.
Nick’s hand takes a firm grip on the waistband, and yanks downwards, until the fabric of his trousers and boxers is in an untidy heap around his ankles. One of his hands rubs lightly up and down David’s erection. “You want me to put my mouth to better use right now, Prime Minister?”
“Great, now another thing I won’t be able to hear without getting worked up.”
David’s last words become a loud gasp as Nick runs his tongue along the path that his fingers had been following moments before. George is standing on tiptoes behind him to get a good look, as Nick starts to slowly suck on the tip of David’s erection.
“Gorgeous view though, David. And I’m not just talking about Nick.”
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“Is this the kind of thing you had in mind, David? On his knees, fulfilling your every whim? Making sure you’re totally satisfied?”
David can only form a groan in response.
“You know, I’d always imagined it would be me on my knees in front of you.”
“Imagined? Or fantasised?”
George chuckles, and kisses down his neck again. “A bit of both, perhaps. Besides, it’s not as bad as Nick’s.”
“Nick’s what?”
“Nick’s sandwich fantasy.”
“Again, Nick’s what?”
David's only slightly aware that the sucking has stopped. He glances down, and Nick looks like, well, like George usually looks when they're doing this "thing". Red, flustered. Ashamed, even. Like a very naughty schoolboy.
“It’s not what you think, ok?” Nick shuffles back slightly, still on his knees, and a small spark of lust-fuelled power shoots up David’s veins and into his brain.
“It isn’t? So, what is it then, Nick?” It’s hard to maintain a look of superiority and taunt someone when they quite clearly are fully clothed, and you’re showing the entire room your erection, begging for more attention, but somehow David manages it.
“He’s got a deep, dark secret, David.” George can’t resist teasing.
“Actually, it’s not really that dark, and it’s not that deep.” comes Nick’s reply.
“You see, what Nick really wants is to be in the middle of a posh Tory boy sandwich.” George is beaming at the thought, and David can’t help but smirk. Well well well. Little Mr. Cocky is full of surprises.
“Any particular Tory boys, or can we just pick any of them?”
Nick is going so red that he might combust. “Seeing as your party has so few who could be called BOY, I think we’re limited, aren’t we...?” he manages to mumble.
“True, true. How about - “
“You know what he means, David. Please don’t make this harder than it already is.” Nick interrupts him, and David wants nothing more than to really make the man squirm and beg.
“Harder,eh?” George can’t resist the opportunity for innuendo.
“Nick, how about you tell me, in great detail, exactly what this fantasy involves, and I’ll see what I can do.” His hands automatically go to his hips, and he watches Nick’s eye line drop slightly lower down his body.
“You do realise that the only thing he’s looking at when you stand like that is your erection, right?” George raises his eyebrows at Nick, who smirks in response. He seems to be getting less shy by the second, and briefly, in the back of David’s mind, he wonders if it’s all an act.
“It is a very good view.”
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“Spank them both for being naughty?”
“You don’t sound so sure about that, Nick.”
“That really isn’t what you told me in great detail the other night.” George and David start to back Nick into a corner of the room. George starts undoing buttons, and ridding himself of his tie, and David kicks off the undone trousers and boxers from off his feet.
“George... David...what are you doing?” Nick looks slight uneasy, and flustered. The tables have turned, and this is NOT what he’d planned.
Two palms push gently but forcefully at Nick’s chest, until his feet stumble slightly, and he is leaning against the wall behind him. Fingers wrap in the material of his shirt, and the intense glares from both of them almost send his mind reeling.
George is licking his lips, before biting the bottom one. David can’t stop staring right up and down him. It’s amazing how Nick’s the vulnerable one in this situation.
Then suddenly, he’s watching the Tory boys kiss, right in front of his eyes, their hand still pushing him into the brickwork behind him. He tries squirming away, desperately wanting to join in, but can’t quite get away.
David’s eyes have fluttered closed, and George is giving all he has. God it looks good. Rehearsed even. A thought that this can’t possibly be the first time they’ve kissed like this pops fleetingly into Nick’s mind. They seem to at ease with it all. It’s so terribly, fantastically hot and Nick can feel himself getting aroused, and needing to do something about it.
Damn Tories.
“Alright! Damn it, alright.”
“Did he say something? George?”
“I’m not sure, David. Certainly, he isn’t saying anything now, so I don’t see why we should stop...”
Bastards. Utter utter bastards. “I want to get between you two.”
David looks over at him, and looks shocked. “Politically?”
“Sexually. I want to shag him - “ Nick jerks his head towards George “ - while you’re doing the same to me.”
David, credit where it’s due, doesn’t look phased in the slightest. “You want to be fucked by me while you’re thrusting into his body? Want me to grab hold of your hips and help you with the rhythm?”
“Don’t make me say it again.”
George chuckles at that.
David leans in, and whispers in Nick’s ear. “Well, you start giving George a good seeing to, get him moaning, and after he’s moaned your name three times, I’ll -“ he kiss the skin just below his ear lobe “ - give you what you want.”
“Three times?”
“Just three times. One for each us.”
Nick turns to look at him. He closes his eyes for a second, inhales deeply, then nods his head slightly. Game on.
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“David, left jacket pocket, please.”
David reaches for the discarded item of clothing, and passes Nick the bottle of lubricant he finds there.
Meanwhile, Nick’s already persuaded George to turn around, and brace himself against the wall. He’s pulling the young man’s trousers down, running his hands along the curve of his arse, then yanking down his boxers too.
“Want it, George? “ Nick asks, running his fingers along his spine, stopping just short of his cheeks.
George doesn’t even need to turn round. He knows Nick is worked up, he knows David is watching, and probably giving his member a quick polish to keep it standing. “Give me all you’ve got.”
Three moans. Just three. Surely George can’t hold on, make him wait.
Nick presses a lubed finger lightly at his hole, before moving it in a small circle around it.
“Tease.”
“I’m trying to be careful. It’s difficult. I want to grab your hips and thrust in right now.”
Nick knows he’s not playing fair, but saying things like that to George definitely get results. He pushes his finger in slightly deeper, wiggles it, and says “I can hardly wait.”
“Oh god.”
Somewhere behind him, David chuckles. “Close, Nick, but no cigar.”
Nick pushes in two fingers in response. “Oh god, yes.” George manages to hiss out.
His fingers manage to briefly to lightly stroke that place that has George panting and gasping. “God, Nick.”
“Strike one.” David walks closer towards him, Nick can hear the footsteps and feels himself shiver in anticipation. David’s arms wrap around him, and begin undoing his belt and trousers. It’s too slow, much much too slow, and Nick has to remind himself to breathe. His fingers are still carefully preparing George, and another gentle dragging of his finger over that spot inside of him causes George to curse loudly and begin to beg.
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“God, David!”
Nick stops immediately, and George whimpers at the loss of stimulation. “Seriously?” David has rested his head on Nick’s shoulder, and holds Nick that bit steadier.
“George, whose name did you just moan?”
David’s fingers are pressing into his skin, and he just knows there will be bruises there in the morning. Nick takes his fingers out of George, and turns George to face him. He takes a second to stare at George’s erection, and smirks. He just really hopes that George knows what he’s playing with.
“George, floor, now.”
George looks into Nick’s eyes for a second, and decides it’s best to do as he’s told. He lies down face up, legs slightly apart, and stares when Nick kneels between them.
George props himself up on his elbows, and watches as Nick licks a line up his cock, and sucks down on it quickly. George gaps audibly, and stutters. Nick stops, and kisses a line up George’s chest. “You ready for me, Georgie - boy?”
“Open and willing.”
“Excellent.” With that, Nick pulls George’s legs slightly further apart, and lifts them up slightly, before slowly thrusting home. “God, Nick...”
David is circling round them both, watching from every angle. He’s licking his lips, absentmindedly playing with the lubricant bottle that Nick’s discarded. Every time David walks past George’s head, Nick glances up, and David shakes the bottle at him. Promises promises, of what he wants. Nick keeps staring at David’s cock, especially when he grabs it, and moves his fist up and down its length. Oh god, he needs it inside him.
George is still groaning, loudly, but he’s biting his lip, and refusing to let himself shout and scream Nick’s name. This is not fair.
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“Perhaps I want you begging for a change.”
David’s behind him again. Holding his hips, and getting far too close. He can feel David’s front plastered against his back, and his erection brushing his arse. He’s right, this is going to be utter heaven.
David’s finger presses slightly at his entrance. “Gah. George, please.”
George’s hands wrap around him, go towards his arse cheeks, and pulls them slightly apart. He can feel David stroking a finger up and down the crease, slightly dipping his lubed finger inside.
He finds himself having to buck his hips at the sensation of David’s finger slowly pushing in further, making George gasp as his cock grazes his prostate.
David’s scissoring his fingers, thrusting them forward and back slowly and carefully, winding him up like mad. George is kissing him hard, swallowing moans and digging his nails into his arses cheeks.
David’s opened him up fully, managed to stretch him wide without stimulating his prostate once. George stops kissing him, and one of Nick’s hands goes to his cock. He rubs his hand up and down, and George starts to clench around him and shake. “George, I need you to say my name. Dear god, please. This is torture.” David’s cock is already lined up in place, pressing just slightly where he needs it.
“Come on, beg, you filthy Liberal.”
“Oh god.” Nick tries to push back, to impale himself on David’s cock, but a hand on his back prevents him from doing so.
“Beg, Nick.” breathes David in his ear, using one finger to circle his hole. “Beg a little, and George might let this happen for you. “ His erection pushes slightly further inside, and Nick gasps.
“God, George, what do you want from me?”
“Well, a few bars of chocolate every now and again would be nice, I suppose...” George actually winks over Nick’s shoulder at David, who laughs loudly, and kisses his neck.
“George, I had hoped it would be something a bit more, sexual.” Nick manages through gritted teeth.
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He still hasn’t said it. His name, just once more.
“I need this, George. I’m not going to cope much longer.”
George beams at him, and licks his lips. “Just so long as you know that I am going to tease you about this relentlessly for the foreseeable future, Nick.”
Nick blinks at him. “Say that last bit again.”
George’s grin threatens to split his face in two, and Nick can feel David’s body shaking with mirth.
“Nick. Nick. Niiiiiick. Oh god, Nick, please, Nick!”
Nick, wide-eyed, gets merely two seconds for his mind to process what George is gloriously fake moaning, because David has grabbed hold of his hips hard, and thrust in deep. After that, Nick decides that perhaps thinking is over-rated.
Every single thrust hits where he needs it. The momentum from each one causes him to thrust into George’s waiting body, and it isn’t long before George’s fake shouts of his name are being replaced with real wanton cries instead, Nick’s own mixing with them.
“God, you two are kinky.” David’s voice is gruffer, and his fingers press that tiny bit deeper into Nick’s skin. “My little Liberal, submitting to Tory pleasure...”
Another set of deep thrusts, each slightly losing the carefully planned rhythm, go through the chain of bodies.
“Oi, I thought we were sharing him!” George pants out, before clenching around Nick, causing the man to curse loudly.
Nick wanted to say “I thought I was George’s anyway.”. Or even “Don’t I get a say in this?”. But truthfully, he can’t seem to remember how to do anything apart from thrust and moan, and honestly, he probably wouldn’t want to do anything else even if he could.
“My Liberal, shagging me senseless while he’s being dominated by my Party Leader. God, this is good.”
“George?” David looks at him over Nick’s shoulder.
“Yes?”
“If you can still talk like that, this obviously isn’t going hard or fast enough.” And with that, David pushes even deeper into Nick, making him squeal, and buck more erratically. “Concentrate, Clegg, and give him one from me.”
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It’s only a matter of time until they all break completely. George, perhaps surprisingly, is the first to topple over the edge into bliss, having spent the last two minutes whimpering “David screwing my Nick should not be this hot.” under his breath.
Nick doesn’t want to let go. Something tells him that he might just be able to keep some tiny amount of pride if he outlasts David, by some miracle (because, let’s face it, any he had in this situation was lost the second George told David about his fantasy, and the pair of them are never ever going to let him forget this).
“So how does it feel, being in control for a chance, rather than just watching?”
David groans in his ear, and Nick chuckles. The problem David has is he’s just too predictable. Remind him of watching George thoroughly fucked on a desk, that first night this weird thing between them happened, and David Cameron will spend that next five minutes trying not to come on the spot.
“And how long have you wanted to beg me to fuck you, Nick?”
Dammit.
“Probably about the same amount of time as you’ve wanted to have me put my mouth to better use.”
George rolls his eyes, and coughs. “Will you please hurry up? I have a feeling we have a country to run somewhere?”
There’s the sound of panting, and a small amount of groaning, before it becomes obvious that neither wants it to end. After three minutes of solid grunting though (and who knew, thinks George, that the pair could be so manly), something finally begins to give.
George grins at Nick, and then starts whispering to him. “You have no idea how fantastic you look right now? Every time he thrusts into your prostate, you bite your lip.”
Nick’s response? A small moan, enough to make his legs shake, and David to grind in closer.
“I bet he feels so good, Nick. I know you do, when you’re fucking me.”
“Oh god.” George isn’t sure who utters those words. All he knows is it’s definitely one of them, maybe both, and they’re millimetres away from coming.
“Every time he hits that spot, your body twitches and shakes , and David’s mouth drops open in a silent moan.”
David’s moans aren’t so silent anymore.
“And, I get a front row seat to watching him pound into you. It’s better than porn. It’s going to be stuck in my head for weeks. Every time you bend over, Nick, god...every time you’re at the despatch box, I’m not going to stop looking at your arse, and knowing David’s claimed it.”
“God, George. Sometimes, I bloody hate you.” Nick mumbles, before snogging the young man beneath him senseless, and letting him swallow the moans that threaten to surface as he comes. David holds him that bit tighter, and is seconds behind him.
Five minutes pass.
“Well, that was fun.” George is lying on the floor, with his hands behind his head. And to be fair, it was fun. Nick’s going to be smiling at him for days. And David, well, it’s an utter ego boost, isn’t it? Both of the people closest to him in this place quite like getting “intimate” with him, in various combinations and positions.
It takes George a little while for him to realise that the other two men are staring at him.
“I just said all that out loud, didn’t I?”
The two men look at him and nod.
“Bugger.”
“Yes, I believe that does adequately sum up what just happened, George.”
David grins at him.
“Next time - “ Nick raises himself on his elbows, and catches David’s eye “- he’s in the middle.”
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Now, not normally into threesome fics, but... wow. And guh. And nghh. In various combinations.
Excellent build up and wonderfully kinky stuff. Well done! Hot as hell.
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*“Next time - “ Nick raises himself on his elbows, and catches David’s eye “- he’s in the middle.”*
please do let this happen!!!
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brilliant!
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It does help that I would love to be the 'filthy Liberal' in a Tory sandwich (I swear I didn't have that fantasy before lolitics...)
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*Goes off to have a very cold shower*
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