Prequel for "Fantasy or Fetish"
Title: Tie me up or tie me down, maybe even share me round? (1/2)
Author:
miss_kelsi_alix
Pairing: Frank/Jepha/Quinn
Rating: Nc17
Summary: “Come on… If you tell me, we might actually do it…”
Dedications: For Soph, (
quirkyblah38) she needs some cheering up. Mayo (
bad_mayonnaise) because I love her & Ele (
pieces_of_ele) because she is wonderfully helpful at times of need.
A/n: prequel for “Fantasy or Fetish” and “We’ll pamper you, not punish you”
Gosh, I havent posted anything for so long. So sorry, I accept all hate mail with umm.. graciousness?
Disclaimer: Sorry kids, I wish i could say this was true. No sue.
Fantasy or Fetish :
1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5
We'll pamper you, not punish you:
1
They are prowling towards me, an animalistic look filling both pairs of eyes.
Suddenly my mouth is as dry as the Sahara dessert, I throw my head back and quickly down the rest of my drink, the bourbon burning a harsh path down my throat and not helping my sudden dehydration at all.
I sink down impossibly lower in my chair, hands white knuckled and gripping the table top. I might not win this, but I sure as hell will put up a good fight.
“Come on Frankie, come and dance”
“No, no! It’s alright, really, dancing’s not really my thing”
“Why not?” Quinn asks as he plops down beside me and takes a sip of the extremely toxic looking blue drink of his.
“I’m just not good at it”
“Sure you are”
“No, I’m not”
”You’re good at fucking, right?”
“Quinn!!!” Quinn rolls his eyes and turns his attention to Jeph.
“He’s good at fucking, right Jepha? He must be or you wouldn’t be still banging him after all these years”
Jeph just laughs and shrugs, “Yeah you’re totally right, he’s excellent at fucking.”
Jepha laughs more and thrusts his hips in a suggestive manner.
My cheeks burn and I slide further down in the seat, obviously too far because this time I land with a dull thud on the floor underneath the table.
Mad laughter is heard from above and hands grab at me pulling me out of my ‘hiding spot.’
“Is poor ickle Frankie embarrassed?”
Before I can defend myself or blame my shocking balance on the alcohol, I am being dragged across the dance floor, right to the very centre. I’m still protesting meekly but they pay me no attention, what so ever. My smaller body is surrounded, Quinn pressed against my back and Jepha right in front of me.
Their hands slip around my waist, resting on each others hips, conveniently locking me in place. The beat is still throbbing through my body and the speed of my blood is quickly catching up. As they both start to move with the music, still pressed tight against me, I have no choice but to follow their actions.
“Come on Frankie, ease up” Jepha purrs in my ear.
I notice just how very rigid I am and force myself to relax slightly. Quinn feels rather rigid too but in an entirely different way. Their hips are both pressed firmly against my own and the friction of it all, well it’s also making me more than a little happy.
Before long the fact that I don’t dance, the fact that I can’t dance, isn’t even an issue anymore, because look at me, I’m dancing and what do you know? I do like it.
I forget that I’m a totally un-coordinated fool and probably look like a monkey trying to move, instead I am concentrating on three things; the hips (or maybe I should say erections) pressed firmly against me, Jepha’s teeth that are currently nibbling on my ear lobe and Quinn’s hand that is no longer on Jepha’s hip, but now inching it’s way into the top of my jeans. Fingers teasing and pulling at the soft covering of hair he has found.
My shirt is sticking to me with moisture and it’s seriously hot in here, the boys must have been thinking the same thing because soon they are dragging me towards the exit. Quinn’s hand is still tucked in the front of my jeans tugging me along.
We burst out into the fresh night air and Quinn uses his phone and calls for a Taxi, meanwhile Jepha presses me against the cool brick wall and places kisses against the flushed skin of my neck.
“Remember our conversation the other night Frankie?” He’s whispering into my ear between kisses.
“Mm-hmm” Is all I manage to get out as a reply. Words seem to escape me and the bourbon, they heat of his body and the dancing seems to be taking a toll on my vocal chords.
“What would you say if you knew that I’d told him about your little fantasy”
“Oh god”
“How about if I told you he’s just as….” a grind of his hips against my own “…excited as you are?”
“Jepha!!!” I half whisper half plead. I’m not even sure what the original intention of my tone was meant to be.
“TAXI!” Quinn squeals as a bright yellow cab pulls up.
Jepha pulls away from me and follows him to the car, getting in first. Quinn shoves me in next and clambers in after; he gives the driver the address before bombarding him with questions about his night and his previous passengers.
I can feel the warmth of Jepha’s hand on my knee and as I look down Quinn’s hand slides onto my leg as well, resting comfortably beside Jeph’s.
Am I really going to do this?
Lying in bed with Jepha’s strong and colourful arms snug around me in our usual post sex cuddle, My eyelids are beginning to droop and sleep is seeming like a pretty damn good idea, but Jepha must be thinking otherwise.
“Frankie?”
“Mm?”
“Do you, y’know… have any fantasies?” I roll over gently in his arms to look at him properly.
“Course I do”
“Like what?”
“Well, like, that one day I will get to take you to Italy with me, and you can meet Nonna and taste her food, you would love it… Jepha, I could…”
“Frank…”
“…take you to the…”
“Frank!”
“What?”
“That’s nice and all, babe…” he says as he places a quick kiss right on the tip of my nose “but I didn’t mean like that…”
“Oh?”
“No, I meant like, y’know… sexual fantasies”
“Oh!” My face flushes with embarrassment as I realise what he actually meant and how very far from the mark I actually was “Ohhh…”
He chuckles lightly and gives me a gentle squeeze.
“Well Frankie, going to tell me?”
“What? Oh... No! I don’t have any”
“You so do”
“No, I don’t!”
“Come on… If you tell me, we might actually do it…”
There’s a moments silence as I consider this possibility, but it’s highly unlikely and so I shake my head and snuggle further into his chest. I feel him sigh gently as he tries another approach.
“Okay Frankie, What if I tell you mine first?” That could work I guess…
“Yeah, okay”
“Awesome! Well…” he fidgets around getting comfortable then coughs nervously. “Umm…”
“Yes?”
“It’s umm… well… I can’t say it”
“See!”
“Oh shut up, you didn’t even try!” he gives me an affectionate kiss on the forehead and coughs once more before beginning.
”Okay… so I have like this thing for… being dominant”
”Well duh, I kinda noticed”
“Shut up!”
“Sorry, continue….”
“Yeah, well… I want to try some stuff.”
“What stuff?”
“Tying you up… and stuff”
“You’ve tied me up before…”
“Yeah, but no, I mean really tied up, not just plastic handcuffs like… BDSM stuff”
“B-D-S-M?”
“Yeah… Bondage, Discipline, Dominance, Submission, Sadism and Masochism, You’d be the sub of course”
“The what now?”
“Uh, Frank! The sub, the submissive, the bottom, the one who’s tied up and spanked”
“Spanked?”
“Yeah… disciplined”
”Oh…” a long silence follows.
“Frankie?”
“Uh, Yeah?”
“We don’t have to do it, I mean like I would never have brought it up, it’s just I want to hear your biggest fantasy…”
“Wait! That’s your biggest fantasy?”
”Well yeah, pretty much. I’ve wanted to try it for years now”
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“’cause I knew it would freak you out”
“I’m not freaked out!”
“Sure you are, but that’s okay. End of subject, now tell me yours”
“Hmmm”
“Please Frankie?”
“Okay…” You lick nervously at your lower lip a few times before continuing “Well, If I could do anything in the world… umm… sexually, I’d have a threesome” Jepha’s eyes widen in complete shock.
“You would!?”
I feel myself blush furiously and send my gaze downwards.
“….yeah”
“Holy fucking shit Frank!”
“You’re not like… I dunno, Insulted?”
“Wait, am I there too?”
“Yes!”
“So… you, me and another dude?”
“Yeah...”
“Fucking hell, I never knew you had it in you little man!”
“Jepha!” you scowl jokingly and shove playfully at his chest pushing him away from you.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry - you big tough girl”
“JEPHA!” we both collapse in fits of laughter as he pulls me back close to his body.
“So, who would you pick?”
“Huh?”
“You goof! Who would you pick for our threesome?”
“Jepha! We aren’t discussing this any further. There is no ‘our’ threesome”
“Why not?”
“Because we won’t actually do it”
“We might…”
“No we won’t”
“And why not?”
“Because…”
“Yes?”
“Because it’s… embarrassing”
“How so?”
“It just is! And I don’t want to talk about it anymore”
“That’s no fair Frank, I just want to know who you would pick. If you tell me that then it’s the end of the subject, k?”
“Fine”
“So you will tell me?”
“Yes”
“Awesome… Who!?”
“-innnn…” my head is hidden in the crook of his neck and I’m mumbling into his skin.
“Who?”
“-nnnn…”
“Who now?”
“Quinn! Okay?”
“Quinn?”
“Yes!”
“Fuck yeah!”
“What?!”
“That is so fucking hot, let’s ask him!”
”WHAT!? Jepha, you said that was the end of it”
“Yeah, well I thought you would say someone totally unrealistic... but this… this is achievable, we at least got to ask, Frankie!”
“No freaking way”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Did I not mention before - embarrassment”
“He would so be down. We’ll just ask, no harm in that, aye?”
“Well, I’m not asking!”
“Okay, you don’t have to… I will!”
“Oh god…”
“… and then when he says yes, your fantasy can come true”
“Whatever Jepha, but if we do end up doing this then we have to do your’s too!”
“Deal!”
“Wait! ... I just lost didn’t I?”
He just laughs at me.
“Oh yeah, so badly babe”
Fuck.
I guess I just didn’t really think he would ever tell him.