Threesomes - FTW!
First of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY raedbard! *snugs you* I hope that you have a wonderful day!
This whole Deciding on Grad School Thing is just giving me a headache, with my head in one place and my heart in another and STILL waiting to hear back from my final school. *throws hands up in the air* I am DONE with being an adult for today. SO! Who wants to talk about threesomes? *beams* I KNEW you did!
Every Which Ray by ineke (Due South, Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio, NC-17)
"Faggot," says Ray Vecchio lightly, when Ray pulls back.
Ray grins. "Jealous, Vecchio?"
"Of you, Kowalski?" Ray snorts. "Not likely."
Second Kiss by aerye (Due South, Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio, PG)
And then craziest of all, him and Vecchio--and that's when they left all the rules behind, because he really didn't know how that happened or why it worked, but it did. In fucking grand, spectacular, "fireworks in the sky" kinds of ways that still made his head spin.
Modern Household Gods (or It Takes Three) by catwalksalone (Due South, Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio, G)
Fraser took care of the logistics. He telephoned his Commanding Officer and requested extended leave which was granted with alarming eagerness. They would need some time together, the three of them, to familiarize themselves with the startling changes in their situation.
Twenty Things That Might Have Been by celbalrai (West Wing, CJ/Sam/Toby, NC-17)
She never quite understands what’s between the two of them until she sees Toby’s scarf (dark blue, gun metal grey in the light, a little threadbare in places) casually draped around Sam’s neck as he strolls into the building one morning, his cheeks flushed, hand clasped around a warm cup of coffee.
Two Threesome Ficlets by modillian (My Chemical Romance, Frank/Gerard/Mikey, R and crossover, Andy/Bob/Spencer, R)
"Andy thinks we should have sex," Spencer announces to Bob in the middle of lunch.
Bob doesn't stop coughing for fifteen minutes. It's enough time for Frank to walk in, be concerned, be reassured by Spencer, ask Spencer what happened, laugh at Bob for ten minutes, and then leave.
Where the Blame Lies by clumsygyrl (Panic at the Disco/Fall Out Boy, Patrick/Ryan/Brendon, NC-17)
Speak of the distraction, Ryan passed by their table, slender hipped and shy cool smile. All executed perfectly. Haloed and backlit with the radioactive green and red glows of a battle in the background and the shouts of the Force echoing in the cool autumn air. Ryan looked caught between stories. Both hero/ine and object in distress.
Pete nudged Patrick’s elbow again, spilling the wine red fruit punch all over the tabletop and Patrick’s jeans.
Ryan looked up smiling a little less coolly and Patrick knew he was fucked.
My Way Home is Through You by 7iris (My Chemical Romance, Frank/Jamia/Mikey, NC-17)
"What I've got is better than Starbucks," she says, and makes him come down to the cab with her.
There's a sleek, shining Gaggia espresso maker in the trunk, and he maybe makes an undignified noise when he sees it. She grins at him.
They spend the rest of the day experimenting with it, and they don't talk about anything but coffee. He's lost track of how many shots they've made by the end, and he pretends that's why his hands are shaking when he hugs her goodbye.
He doesn't need someone else to talk to, but maybe he needs someone to be quiet with.
So that you are all inspired and such, what are your favorite threesome pairings in fic? What is your favorite threesome insertion fantasy? What threesome would be most likely to kill each other before fucking in a fuck or die situation? I don't really care - just please distract me from practicality!
This whole Deciding on Grad School Thing is just giving me a headache, with my head in one place and my heart in another and STILL waiting to hear back from my final school. *throws hands up in the air* I am DONE with being an adult for today. SO! Who wants to talk about threesomes? *beams* I KNEW you did!
Every Which Ray by ineke (Due South, Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio, NC-17)
"Faggot," says Ray Vecchio lightly, when Ray pulls back.
Ray grins. "Jealous, Vecchio?"
"Of you, Kowalski?" Ray snorts. "Not likely."
Second Kiss by aerye (Due South, Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio, PG)
And then craziest of all, him and Vecchio--and that's when they left all the rules behind, because he really didn't know how that happened or why it worked, but it did. In fucking grand, spectacular, "fireworks in the sky" kinds of ways that still made his head spin.
Modern Household Gods (or It Takes Three) by catwalksalone (Due South, Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio, G)
Fraser took care of the logistics. He telephoned his Commanding Officer and requested extended leave which was granted with alarming eagerness. They would need some time together, the three of them, to familiarize themselves with the startling changes in their situation.
Twenty Things That Might Have Been by celbalrai (West Wing, CJ/Sam/Toby, NC-17)
She never quite understands what’s between the two of them until she sees Toby’s scarf (dark blue, gun metal grey in the light, a little threadbare in places) casually draped around Sam’s neck as he strolls into the building one morning, his cheeks flushed, hand clasped around a warm cup of coffee.
Two Threesome Ficlets by modillian (My Chemical Romance, Frank/Gerard/Mikey, R and crossover, Andy/Bob/Spencer, R)
"Andy thinks we should have sex," Spencer announces to Bob in the middle of lunch.
Bob doesn't stop coughing for fifteen minutes. It's enough time for Frank to walk in, be concerned, be reassured by Spencer, ask Spencer what happened, laugh at Bob for ten minutes, and then leave.
Where the Blame Lies by clumsygyrl (Panic at the Disco/Fall Out Boy, Patrick/Ryan/Brendon, NC-17)
Speak of the distraction, Ryan passed by their table, slender hipped and shy cool smile. All executed perfectly. Haloed and backlit with the radioactive green and red glows of a battle in the background and the shouts of the Force echoing in the cool autumn air. Ryan looked caught between stories. Both hero/ine and object in distress.
Pete nudged Patrick’s elbow again, spilling the wine red fruit punch all over the tabletop and Patrick’s jeans.
Ryan looked up smiling a little less coolly and Patrick knew he was fucked.
My Way Home is Through You by 7iris (My Chemical Romance, Frank/Jamia/Mikey, NC-17)
"What I've got is better than Starbucks," she says, and makes him come down to the cab with her.
There's a sleek, shining Gaggia espresso maker in the trunk, and he maybe makes an undignified noise when he sees it. She grins at him.
They spend the rest of the day experimenting with it, and they don't talk about anything but coffee. He's lost track of how many shots they've made by the end, and he pretends that's why his hands are shaking when he hugs her goodbye.
He doesn't need someone else to talk to, but maybe he needs someone to be quiet with.
So that you are all inspired and such, what are your favorite threesome pairings in fic? What is your favorite threesome insertion fantasy? What threesome would be most likely to kill each other before fucking in a fuck or die situation? I don't really care - just please distract me from practicality!