Please, Please, Please Me! 2/3 nc-17
Title: Please, Please, Please Me! 2/3
Author: sifle aka sifally
Pairing: John/Ringo/George, John/George, Ringo/George
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Swearing, drug talk, light bondage, unbeta'd
Summary: The Beatles liked sex and drugs.
Author Notes: If you take umbrage to either of those things then this probably is not the fic for you.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and no libel is intended.
I sighed and remained silent as Ringo entered the house. John pushed me forward a little more harshly than he needed to. I was cooperating after all! There was no call for that. When the door closed Ringo took my coat and hung it on the rack while John lifted my bound hands and slipped them over his head, my arms resting on his shoulders. "What's this then?" I asked watching him curiously, taking glances at Ringo in case he was looking. John grinned and his hand came up to grip my hip, his other reaching down to firmly knead my arse. "You animals" Ringo started with a laugh. "C'mon you randy bastards you haven't got to molest each other in the doorway." He admonished.
"If you came over here to cop a feel you'd know what the big deal was, Rings" John snickered, twisting my arms from around his neck and dragging me along with him to the living room where Ringo was laying out joints. "oh, party favors, Rings you're such a thoughtful host." John laughed as he sat back on the couch and brought me over his lap. I was blushing furiously, I wasn't some bird after all, this sort of treatment didn't come naturally to me. My pants were already tight enough because of the aching erection I was trying desperately to get taken care of and John was showing practically no interest in it. I huffed angrily when John maneuvered his head and arm thru the circle of my arms. It was ridiculously uncomfortable for me but John was happy enough. He'd stretched the other arm around my back, placing his hand firmly on my ass.
"Well aren't you two the very picture of young love?" Ringo laughed. John waggled his eyebrows "You're just jealous! Now lets have a puff eh?" He went on. Ringo came to sit on the coffee table in front of us and lit a joint, taking two long puffs he passed it to John. I watched Rings closely noting that he must have been waiting for a joint all morning. He let loose a long sigh and I saw his shoulders visibly relax. I also didn't fail to notice him noticing my predicament. His eyes were tracing my skinny legs from my toes up to my waste where his gaze lingered, eying the obvious erection that was straining against the cloth. My heartbeat quickened and I turned to watch John inhale a long draught of smoke and hold it for a moment, eying my mouth. His hand slipped up from my arse to the back of my neck and he pressed his lips to mine, forcing the smoke into my lungs. I inhaled greedily. The smoke tasted like John and I relished that. I held the smoke in for several long moments, my eyes losing focus a bit. My eyes followed the joint as it was passed back to Ringo and I stared unabashed at his lips as he sucked the end of the joint. I shifted a bit on Johns lap trying to relieve some of the pressure in my pants but John slapped my arse lightly and I let out a gasping yelp. "Settle down Georgie, there's plenty of time for all that wiggling around later." He said with mocking disapproval. Ringo laughed a bit, holding the smoke in. It drew my attention back, my mouth hanging open slightly as I stared at Ringo's shapely lips. He grinned at me and lent forward, molding his perfect mouth to mine and blew the smoke into my lungs. I moaned a bit into it, breathing in the pot smoke. The room was becoming hazy as I exhaled and little by little I felt myself become less self conscious. These men obviously wanted me after all. Perhaps I didn't like my skinny body but there must have been something they liked about it because John's hand was back kneading my ass, and pinching at my thighs.
"Now that's something you don't see every day" John said in a low voice. I could feel him getting hard under me and I licked my lips as I watched John take another puff and pull my chin closer. This time when blew the smoke into my mouth his tongue swiped across mine and I sucked my breath in hard. I could hear Ringo chuckle as he watched. John's tongue invaded my mouth over and over and I thought I wouldn't get a chance to breathe at all if he kept it up. I tried to pull away and his hand clenched hard in my hair and crushed our mouths together. When he released me at last I gasped to catch my breath, the smoke billowing out around us. "John..." I whimpered as he pinched the inside of my thigh hard. I wiggled my hands in their bindings. They were having an odd affect on me, those bindings. I wished to put my hands all over both of them but apparently I didn't have much say in the matter. "John, touch me..." I begged softly.
Ringo fumbled with the joint when he heard my whispered plea. He drug on the end of the roach until it was almost burned out before he got a clip to hold it by. Passing it to John, he lowered himself to his knees to get closer to me. "Its alright. I'll touch you, George." Ringo offered. I looked down at him, mischief playing in his eyes, his mouth a crooked little grin. He pressed his mouth to mine again and exhaled while his hand came up to squeeze my thigh. I inhaled the smoke and stared up at the ceiling. He didn't pull away, instead I felt his tongue lick at my neck and moaned a bit as I exhaled.
John took the roach clip from Ringo and sucked on it a bit, as Ringo unbuttoned my pants and drug up my shirt, exposing a fair amount of flushed skin. I felt a slight sting on my hip and jerked away from John with a yelp, spotting the source. John was grinning maliciously, dusting the ashes off of me. "Sorry Georgie." He winked. I growled at him a bit and tried to wiggle out of his grasp. Ringo's soft hands came up to stroke my stomach, reaching up under my shirt and petting me with hot hands. I moaned and laid my head back on John's shoulder. "Ringo....do you really like this?" I asked quietly, more to myself than to him. John put the roach in the ashtray and his hand came up to stroke my chin. "You shouldn't prattle on like that George....its not very becoming." He breathed, his lips at my temple.
I moaned long and loud when Ringo's hands worked at my zipper and I thrust up, squeezing John tightly as Ringo gripped my erection after having gotten my pants open. "Yeah, that's it. Touch me Rings...god I want more...please..." I mumbled into Johns neck. I could feel John's chest rumble with quiet laughter. "Christ but you're a needy git, aren't you? Chatty little bitch too." He quipped as he extracted himself from the ring of my arms and pushed me back on the couch roughly. I fell back with a gasp, my arms flung above my head. Ringo peered down at me, his hands still in my pants working me into a flushed and panting state. Leaning down, Ringo took my mouth again and thrust his tongue in repeatedly.
John had busied himself removing his clothes before he began removing my shoes and tugging my pants off. "I hear this stuff makes you hard for hours, you know." John said as he pulled a needle out of his discarded clothes. I trembled as I eyed him nervously. It took a hell of a lot of trust to let someone put as many drugs in you as they liked. Ringo's hands began to unbutton my shirt, his hands massaging the tense muscles. I suppose he was trying to calm me. John sidled over with the needle, that which I'd wanted at the beginning but now slightly feared. It was going to be good right? I asked myself. John removed my boxers and grinned as he took in the sight of my cock, so very hard and lying heavy against my abdomen.
"I suppose our Georgie won't need it tho, eh Rings?" He asked, pushing my knees apart and settling on the couch between them. Ringo nuzzled my neck a bit and mumbled in my ear. "you don't have to if you don't want to, mate" He said. I wasn't sure if he meant the drugs or the whole wicked game we were playing. I let out a needy moan. "I want it Rings...please John stop torturing me" I whispered angrily, the scowl returning to my face as I concentrated on Ringo's warm breath on my neck rather than John's hands on my thighs. John couldn't stop laughing at my predicament and it was starting to get on my nerves. I thrust my hips up and sighed in frustration. "Damnit John just do something!" I yelled.
Author: sifle aka sifally
Pairing: John/Ringo/George, John/George, Ringo/George
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Swearing, drug talk, light bondage, unbeta'd
Summary: The Beatles liked sex and drugs.
Author Notes: If you take umbrage to either of those things then this probably is not the fic for you.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and no libel is intended.
I sighed and remained silent as Ringo entered the house. John pushed me forward a little more harshly than he needed to. I was cooperating after all! There was no call for that. When the door closed Ringo took my coat and hung it on the rack while John lifted my bound hands and slipped them over his head, my arms resting on his shoulders. "What's this then?" I asked watching him curiously, taking glances at Ringo in case he was looking. John grinned and his hand came up to grip my hip, his other reaching down to firmly knead my arse. "You animals" Ringo started with a laugh. "C'mon you randy bastards you haven't got to molest each other in the doorway." He admonished.
"If you came over here to cop a feel you'd know what the big deal was, Rings" John snickered, twisting my arms from around his neck and dragging me along with him to the living room where Ringo was laying out joints. "oh, party favors, Rings you're such a thoughtful host." John laughed as he sat back on the couch and brought me over his lap. I was blushing furiously, I wasn't some bird after all, this sort of treatment didn't come naturally to me. My pants were already tight enough because of the aching erection I was trying desperately to get taken care of and John was showing practically no interest in it. I huffed angrily when John maneuvered his head and arm thru the circle of my arms. It was ridiculously uncomfortable for me but John was happy enough. He'd stretched the other arm around my back, placing his hand firmly on my ass.
"Well aren't you two the very picture of young love?" Ringo laughed. John waggled his eyebrows "You're just jealous! Now lets have a puff eh?" He went on. Ringo came to sit on the coffee table in front of us and lit a joint, taking two long puffs he passed it to John. I watched Rings closely noting that he must have been waiting for a joint all morning. He let loose a long sigh and I saw his shoulders visibly relax. I also didn't fail to notice him noticing my predicament. His eyes were tracing my skinny legs from my toes up to my waste where his gaze lingered, eying the obvious erection that was straining against the cloth. My heartbeat quickened and I turned to watch John inhale a long draught of smoke and hold it for a moment, eying my mouth. His hand slipped up from my arse to the back of my neck and he pressed his lips to mine, forcing the smoke into my lungs. I inhaled greedily. The smoke tasted like John and I relished that. I held the smoke in for several long moments, my eyes losing focus a bit. My eyes followed the joint as it was passed back to Ringo and I stared unabashed at his lips as he sucked the end of the joint. I shifted a bit on Johns lap trying to relieve some of the pressure in my pants but John slapped my arse lightly and I let out a gasping yelp. "Settle down Georgie, there's plenty of time for all that wiggling around later." He said with mocking disapproval. Ringo laughed a bit, holding the smoke in. It drew my attention back, my mouth hanging open slightly as I stared at Ringo's shapely lips. He grinned at me and lent forward, molding his perfect mouth to mine and blew the smoke into my lungs. I moaned a bit into it, breathing in the pot smoke. The room was becoming hazy as I exhaled and little by little I felt myself become less self conscious. These men obviously wanted me after all. Perhaps I didn't like my skinny body but there must have been something they liked about it because John's hand was back kneading my ass, and pinching at my thighs.
"Now that's something you don't see every day" John said in a low voice. I could feel him getting hard under me and I licked my lips as I watched John take another puff and pull my chin closer. This time when blew the smoke into my mouth his tongue swiped across mine and I sucked my breath in hard. I could hear Ringo chuckle as he watched. John's tongue invaded my mouth over and over and I thought I wouldn't get a chance to breathe at all if he kept it up. I tried to pull away and his hand clenched hard in my hair and crushed our mouths together. When he released me at last I gasped to catch my breath, the smoke billowing out around us. "John..." I whimpered as he pinched the inside of my thigh hard. I wiggled my hands in their bindings. They were having an odd affect on me, those bindings. I wished to put my hands all over both of them but apparently I didn't have much say in the matter. "John, touch me..." I begged softly.
Ringo fumbled with the joint when he heard my whispered plea. He drug on the end of the roach until it was almost burned out before he got a clip to hold it by. Passing it to John, he lowered himself to his knees to get closer to me. "Its alright. I'll touch you, George." Ringo offered. I looked down at him, mischief playing in his eyes, his mouth a crooked little grin. He pressed his mouth to mine again and exhaled while his hand came up to squeeze my thigh. I inhaled the smoke and stared up at the ceiling. He didn't pull away, instead I felt his tongue lick at my neck and moaned a bit as I exhaled.
John took the roach clip from Ringo and sucked on it a bit, as Ringo unbuttoned my pants and drug up my shirt, exposing a fair amount of flushed skin. I felt a slight sting on my hip and jerked away from John with a yelp, spotting the source. John was grinning maliciously, dusting the ashes off of me. "Sorry Georgie." He winked. I growled at him a bit and tried to wiggle out of his grasp. Ringo's soft hands came up to stroke my stomach, reaching up under my shirt and petting me with hot hands. I moaned and laid my head back on John's shoulder. "Ringo....do you really like this?" I asked quietly, more to myself than to him. John put the roach in the ashtray and his hand came up to stroke my chin. "You shouldn't prattle on like that George....its not very becoming." He breathed, his lips at my temple.
I moaned long and loud when Ringo's hands worked at my zipper and I thrust up, squeezing John tightly as Ringo gripped my erection after having gotten my pants open. "Yeah, that's it. Touch me Rings...god I want more...please..." I mumbled into Johns neck. I could feel John's chest rumble with quiet laughter. "Christ but you're a needy git, aren't you? Chatty little bitch too." He quipped as he extracted himself from the ring of my arms and pushed me back on the couch roughly. I fell back with a gasp, my arms flung above my head. Ringo peered down at me, his hands still in my pants working me into a flushed and panting state. Leaning down, Ringo took my mouth again and thrust his tongue in repeatedly.
John had busied himself removing his clothes before he began removing my shoes and tugging my pants off. "I hear this stuff makes you hard for hours, you know." John said as he pulled a needle out of his discarded clothes. I trembled as I eyed him nervously. It took a hell of a lot of trust to let someone put as many drugs in you as they liked. Ringo's hands began to unbutton my shirt, his hands massaging the tense muscles. I suppose he was trying to calm me. John sidled over with the needle, that which I'd wanted at the beginning but now slightly feared. It was going to be good right? I asked myself. John removed my boxers and grinned as he took in the sight of my cock, so very hard and lying heavy against my abdomen.
"I suppose our Georgie won't need it tho, eh Rings?" He asked, pushing my knees apart and settling on the couch between them. Ringo nuzzled my neck a bit and mumbled in my ear. "you don't have to if you don't want to, mate" He said. I wasn't sure if he meant the drugs or the whole wicked game we were playing. I let out a needy moan. "I want it Rings...please John stop torturing me" I whispered angrily, the scowl returning to my face as I concentrated on Ringo's warm breath on my neck rather than John's hands on my thighs. John couldn't stop laughing at my predicament and it was starting to get on my nerves. I thrust my hips up and sighed in frustration. "Damnit John just do something!" I yelled.