I basically orchestrated this entire meme just so this fic could be written, man. It was great, I didn't even have to be the one to prompt it. It was clearly MEANT to be done!
Brad was as deep inside Ray as he could get, stretched over him with Ray's legs wrapped tight around his waist, Ray's fingers digging into his shoulder blades. Brad was fucking him in a slow, steady rhythm, taking his time, happy to draw it out of the both of them
( ... )
Turned out to be simpler than either of them expected. Walt was an easy drunk, he got happy and sloppy off a few beers, lying around Brad and Ray's apartment with a big grin on his face, spread out on the couch. Brad was a little tense, sitting by himself in an armchair, but Ray was pretty confident in his abilities. He was on the couch with Walt, feeding him beer and talking to him, his words getting softer and dirtier the more they drank.
It turned out Walt was pretty curious, too.
"So tell me...tell me what you two do," he whispered, eyes big. Ray glanced at Brad and smirked.
"Mostly we do whatever Brad wants," he said, "The Iceman's gotta be in charge."
Walt's eyes flicked over to Brad appraisingly, taking him in. Brad shifted in his chair, watching carefully. Walt turned back to Ray, who was sitting practically on top of him.
"So what does Brad want?" Walt asked Ray, taking another swig of beer. He tongued the neck of the bottle, cheeks red, and Brad let out a long breath. He was so damned cute, like the definition of twink
( ... )
Brad looked at them both, down on their knees for him, and licked his lips. They were fucking gorgeous, complementing each other perfectly - Ray dark and wiry with his big brown eyes and his permanent smart-ass smirk, Walt all golden-blond, smooth muscles and a sweet face, blue eyes like a damn choir boy
( ... )
“Fuck Ray, I can’t wait to see you fucking him,” he said, voice strained. Ray was slipping a wet finger into Walt’s ass now, fucking him on it slowly. He spat on his fingers and worked another one in, stretching Walt open. Brad groaned. “Do it, just fucking do it now, he can take it.” He pulled Walt off his dick and rubbed it over his face, smearing spit and precome all over his cheeks. Marking him up
( ... )
He reached between them and got a grip on Walt’s cock, letting him thrust into his fist as he bounced up and down. But then Ray’s hand was there, pushing his aside.
“Let me,” Ray said. He was on his knees on front of the chair, “Let me do it, sir.”
“Yeah, fuck, ok.” Brad leaned back in the chair and just enjoyed the show, Walt hot and gleaming with sweat, bouncing up and down on his cock. Ray was gripping Walt’s dick and kissing him again, murmuring filth into his mouth, encouraging him to let go, just let the fuck go and comeWalt started whimpering louder, eyes screwing up in concentration, and Brad knew he was close. He gripped his hips and forced him down hard on his cock, let Ray just jerk him hard
( ... )
I confess that I've been camped out on this thread all day, refreshing and refreshing and throwing a little victory dance every time a new part gets posted.
Hot damn, this is officially my new favorite place on the internet. This post, right here.
Fuck. His boys. He could get used to that.
Oh, you better believe. The Iceman pretty much has his own personal harem in Bravo Two.
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Really, I don't know why I bothered with anonymous.
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I basically orchestrated this entire meme just so this fic could be written, man. It was great, I didn't even have to be the one to prompt it. It was clearly MEANT to be done!
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It turned out Walt was pretty curious, too.
"So tell me...tell me what you two do," he whispered, eyes big. Ray glanced at Brad and smirked.
"Mostly we do whatever Brad wants," he said, "The Iceman's gotta be in charge."
Walt's eyes flicked over to Brad appraisingly, taking him in. Brad shifted in his chair, watching carefully. Walt turned back to Ray, who was sitting practically on top of him.
"So what does Brad want?" Walt asked Ray, taking another swig of beer. He tongued the neck of the bottle, cheeks red, and Brad let out a long breath. He was so damned cute, like the definition of twink ( ... )
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“Let me,” Ray said. He was on his knees on front of the chair, “Let me do it, sir.”
“Yeah, fuck, ok.” Brad leaned back in the chair and just enjoyed the show, Walt hot and gleaming with sweat, bouncing up and down on his cock. Ray was gripping Walt’s dick and kissing him again, murmuring filth into his mouth, encouraging him to let go, just let the fuck go and comeWalt started whimpering louder, eyes screwing up in concentration, and Brad knew he was close. He gripped his hips and forced him down hard on his cock, let Ray just jerk him hard ( ... )
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Hot damn, this is officially my new favorite place on the internet. This post, right here.
Fuck. His boys. He could get used to that.
Oh, you better believe. The Iceman pretty much has his own personal harem in Bravo Two.
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That was so many kinds of fucking hot, I don't even know what to do with myself. You're my hero.
“Love you,” he mouthed, and Brad traced a finger over his lip. THIS. <3 <3 <3
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