Cloud no. 9
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 prompt, and commenting on that with your fill.)
3) Try not to get too srs business. ( Read more... )
“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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