THREESOMES!
I caved and wrote some, er, stuff.
Unedited, besides my own furtive attempts.
Rating: R
Bari v'Shalem
They sit next to each other on the bed and watch.
Rogue crawls on her hands and knees like a feral cat and Bobby thinks he may just pass out right there. John might too. But John’s better at hiding it-flipping the cap off his lighter as blasé as he can manage. On the floor, Rogue pulls herself upright and sits back on her legs, chest thrust out. She tilts her head to one side and the line of her neck pulls taut and lovely. She trails a gloved hand down her chest. John snaps the lighter shut on his finger.
“Fuck!” He says, and Bobby gives him the dirtiest look that has ever passed between the two.
“This will never work,” says Rogue, her shoulders slumping forward and pulling her breasts together beneath the deep cut of her slip.
John sits up involuntarily straighter, glances down. “Yes it will,” he says, enjoying the view. “You said you wanted to do something. This is something.”
“She wasn’t expecting you to be here.”
“Bobby!” Rogue scolds, and then says sweetly southern and innocent, “I don’t mind that you’re here John. I’m glad you’re here.”
John smiles smugly. Snaps his lighter a few times and then offers a hand to Bobby, Bobby who has the distinction of actually being able to call Rogue his girlfriend. He puts his hand on Bobby’s knee instead.
“You’re glad I’m here too, aren’t you Bobby?” John asks, and it’s sulky and strangely coy. This was the plan after all. If Rogue could only be beautiful and untouchable then Bobby would have to touch something else. Someone else. John, who has heavy lidded eyes and lips like a girl, would have to do.
Bobby glances at Rogue before he answers and she nods encouragingly from the floor. They have been her best friends since she came to the school. She wants their happiness. And her own.
“I’m happy,” Bobby says.
“Good.” Rogue smiles, flicks one strap off her shoulders, then, just as casually, the other.
On the bed, John moves closer to Bobby and his stomach tightens. On some level he can’t believe they’re actually doing this. Mostly though, it seems only natural. Sure, he and Bobby have this silly little rivalry…. and sure, this could just be another way to lose. Lose everything. But he’ll take his chances. Chances are what make life worth living.
Rogue pulls the slip down off her chest and her breasts look smooth and perfect in the dark of her room. Dark areolas, nipples hardened from the cool air.
It’s so tempting to reach out and touch her, so John touches Bobby instead.
He slides his hand up Bobby’s leg and lets it rest against his crotch while Rogue stares at them from the floor with shadowed eyes and warm cheeks. John leans toward Bobby and Bobby turns to him. Their lips meet and it’s like fire and ice and every bad pun imaginable. But. But with Bobby’s cool breath in his mouth and the warmth of Bobby’s erection against his palm, it doesn’t really matter, because if there was ever a time when John could create fire of his own, it would be right now.
Rogue gasps before they break apart and she stands to come and lay between them on the bed when they do. Bobby puts his right hand on her stomach and she presses a kiss to the fabric of his t-shirt, just below his navel.
“It’s working,” she says.
“I know,” Bobby says breathlessly.
John smirks. “I knew it would.”
“Kiss him again,” Rogue says.
“Alright,” Bobby says and does so.
Agility is part of their training, and John has Bobby’s pants unzipped and hand inside his jeans before their second kiss has really begun. With one hand jerking Bobby off, he flicks gently at one of Rogue’s silk covered nipples with the other while Bobby tangles a hand into his hair. And it works. Oh god, does it work. And oh God is John pleased and turned on and happier than ever to just give and give. And he has never been good at giving.
It could quickly become his favorite pastime though.
End.
The title means "Safe and Sound" in Hebrew. I'm really loving Hebrew right now.
Unedited, besides my own furtive attempts.
Rating: R
Bari v'Shalem
They sit next to each other on the bed and watch.
Rogue crawls on her hands and knees like a feral cat and Bobby thinks he may just pass out right there. John might too. But John’s better at hiding it-flipping the cap off his lighter as blasé as he can manage. On the floor, Rogue pulls herself upright and sits back on her legs, chest thrust out. She tilts her head to one side and the line of her neck pulls taut and lovely. She trails a gloved hand down her chest. John snaps the lighter shut on his finger.
“Fuck!” He says, and Bobby gives him the dirtiest look that has ever passed between the two.
“This will never work,” says Rogue, her shoulders slumping forward and pulling her breasts together beneath the deep cut of her slip.
John sits up involuntarily straighter, glances down. “Yes it will,” he says, enjoying the view. “You said you wanted to do something. This is something.”
“She wasn’t expecting you to be here.”
“Bobby!” Rogue scolds, and then says sweetly southern and innocent, “I don’t mind that you’re here John. I’m glad you’re here.”
John smiles smugly. Snaps his lighter a few times and then offers a hand to Bobby, Bobby who has the distinction of actually being able to call Rogue his girlfriend. He puts his hand on Bobby’s knee instead.
“You’re glad I’m here too, aren’t you Bobby?” John asks, and it’s sulky and strangely coy. This was the plan after all. If Rogue could only be beautiful and untouchable then Bobby would have to touch something else. Someone else. John, who has heavy lidded eyes and lips like a girl, would have to do.
Bobby glances at Rogue before he answers and she nods encouragingly from the floor. They have been her best friends since she came to the school. She wants their happiness. And her own.
“I’m happy,” Bobby says.
“Good.” Rogue smiles, flicks one strap off her shoulders, then, just as casually, the other.
On the bed, John moves closer to Bobby and his stomach tightens. On some level he can’t believe they’re actually doing this. Mostly though, it seems only natural. Sure, he and Bobby have this silly little rivalry…. and sure, this could just be another way to lose. Lose everything. But he’ll take his chances. Chances are what make life worth living.
Rogue pulls the slip down off her chest and her breasts look smooth and perfect in the dark of her room. Dark areolas, nipples hardened from the cool air.
It’s so tempting to reach out and touch her, so John touches Bobby instead.
He slides his hand up Bobby’s leg and lets it rest against his crotch while Rogue stares at them from the floor with shadowed eyes and warm cheeks. John leans toward Bobby and Bobby turns to him. Their lips meet and it’s like fire and ice and every bad pun imaginable. But. But with Bobby’s cool breath in his mouth and the warmth of Bobby’s erection against his palm, it doesn’t really matter, because if there was ever a time when John could create fire of his own, it would be right now.
Rogue gasps before they break apart and she stands to come and lay between them on the bed when they do. Bobby puts his right hand on her stomach and she presses a kiss to the fabric of his t-shirt, just below his navel.
“It’s working,” she says.
“I know,” Bobby says breathlessly.
John smirks. “I knew it would.”
“Kiss him again,” Rogue says.
“Alright,” Bobby says and does so.
Agility is part of their training, and John has Bobby’s pants unzipped and hand inside his jeans before their second kiss has really begun. With one hand jerking Bobby off, he flicks gently at one of Rogue’s silk covered nipples with the other while Bobby tangles a hand into his hair. And it works. Oh god, does it work. And oh God is John pleased and turned on and happier than ever to just give and give. And he has never been good at giving.
It could quickly become his favorite pastime though.
End.
The title means "Safe and Sound" in Hebrew. I'm really loving Hebrew right now.