*TWIRLS EVERYONE*
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marguerite_26AWESOME THINGS OF AWESOME!!!!
1) HOLY KISSES, BATMAN!!! ILU guys! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
2) I have access to my laptop again!!! YAYAYAY!!! *clings*
3) My little ‘vacation’ rocked. Saw Cars 2 with kidlets. [totally a dudebro-in-training movie] Entire week was a blast.
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bryoneybrynn IS GOING TO COME VISIT ME SO WE CAN SEE DH part 2 TOGETHER!!!
5) My OT3 drug-fogged jealousy fic (31) brought home some gold coins in the week 2 challenge of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
summerpornathon. Thank you for voting for it. I didn’t think it stood a chance due to the dreaded unhappy/open ending. But we all know it’s just ONE SCENE in a much longer story in which everything gets resolved and much more smexing happens and Arthur deals with his ~feelings. y/y?
Reposting that fic for anyone not followingsummerpornathon. Thanks to snegurochka_lee for the beta read.
Highlight to read:*** Kink(s) used: exhibitionism ***
The smoky haze of pot and tobacco fogs the room. Merlin can only just make out the blur of blond as Vivian drags Arthur down the hall, but the slam of the bedroom door is audible above the thrum of music.
He closes his eyes, vaguely bitter – but Arthur’s straight and Merlin knows better than to care. His muted brain dulls the sting anyway.
The song’s changed (a few may have come and gone, actually) when the pressure of a hand on his knee startles him. His eyes flutter open; the room seems both darker and brighter somehow. “Hey,” he mutters, his voice thick.
Gwaine smiles, that mixture of flirty, sultry and drunk that he seems to favour. “Hey, yourself.”
Merlin’s too mellow to play shy, too lonely to be uninterested, so he just stares back through half-lidded eyes.
“All alone?” Gwaine’s a bit out of focus, but it’s clear he’s too horny (or too stoned) to be subtle or to be insulted that Merlin’s eyes flicker towards the hallway.
“Not anymore.” Merlin spreads his legs a fraction, the smoky room and echoing tinker of Vivian’s laughter leading him to make invitations he normally wouldn't.
Gwaine drops between Merlin’s knees and in another blink he’s got Merlin’s dick in hand. “Impressive.”
Merlin snorts and lets his head fall back on the couch, scoots down to give Gwaine better access. The room’s full of people. He can hear Leon and Elyan to his right. Their conversation pauses a bit – likely checking out what (or who) Gwaine’s up to. Merlin flushes but doesn’t give enough of a fuck to stop Gwaine from putting on a show, pumping him a few times until he’s a proper mouthful.
He’s never had Gwaine’s mouth, though he’s seen his expertise on display at nearly every party. Gwaine’s usually left Merlin off his hit list. Everyone knows Merlin’s interest lies with the impossible; he must have looked extra pathetic tonight.
The conversation around them starts again as Gwaine swallows him down, setting a slow, patient pace. It suits Merlin fine. He lets it all wash over him; his buzz is not yet slipping into a hangover, just letting him float through the pleasure of the hot mouth on his cock with no complications.
When he opens his eyes again, the crowd’s shifted. Gwaine’s been working forever, his jaw’s got to be sore but Merlin’s not quite there yet. Leon and Lancelot are playing poker on the coffee table in front of the couch, their eyes flickering to Merlin and cursing as Gwaine’s arse hits the table, knocking over their chips as he shifts.
Across the room, as if he’d never left, sits Arthur. Viv is nowhere to be seen. Arthur spreads his legs wider, his arse at the edge of his seat and casually (not casually at all) he rests his hand across his lap. With his other hand, he lifts a cigarette to his mouth, never taking his eyes off Merlin. His thumb traces his bottom lip and Merlin’s hips jerk up into Gwaine’s mouth. Gwaine’s choked surprise feels far away as Arthur cups himself, drawing all of Merlin’s attention there, to Arthur’s lap. He doesn’t dare blink, not wanting to miss the play of Arthur's fingers over his jean-clad bulge.
He drags his eyes upward to see Arthur still staring. The look in his eyes, feral and angry, curls around Merlin’s balls and squeezes. Merlin’s hands fly to Gwaine’s hair, a warning and apology. He refuses to let his eyes shut as he comes down Gwaine’s throat.
Smelling of whiskey and come, Gwaine kisses up Merlin’s neck; guilt churns deep in Merlin’s belly.
“Do you think he enjoyed the show?” Gwaine laughs into Merlin’s jaw, dragging stubble across Merlin’s cheek as he nuzzles.
His brain’s too muddled to work through Gwaine’s question, or to begin to understand what just happened. It doesn’t help that Gwaine’s mouthing a wet line behind Merlin’s ear, not quite allowing the rush of the orgasm to dissipate. Merlin’s coasting the afterglow, mesmerised by Arthur’s thumb lazily dragging back and forth over the bold outline of his cock, when suddenly Vivian’s backside is blocking the view. He can hear the shrill of her voice but can’t make out the words.
Arthur pushes her aside and shoots one last look at Merlin. Then, lips pressed tight, Arthur rises from his chair and stalks from the room.
1) HOLY KISSES, BATMAN!!! ILU guys! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
2) I have access to my laptop again!!! YAYAYAY!!! *clings*
3) My little ‘vacation’ rocked. Saw Cars 2 with kidlets. [totally a dudebro-in-training movie] Entire week was a blast.
4)
bryoneybrynn IS GOING TO COME VISIT ME SO WE CAN SEE DH part 2 TOGETHER!!!5) My OT3 drug-fogged jealousy fic (31) brought home some gold coins in the week 2 challenge of
summerpornathon. Thank you for voting for it. I didn’t think it stood a chance due to the dreaded unhappy/open ending. But we all know it’s just ONE SCENE in a much longer story in which everything gets resolved and much more smexing happens and Arthur deals with his ~feelings. y/y?Reposting that fic for anyone not following
summerpornathon. Thanks to snegurochka_lee for the beta read. Highlight to read:*** Kink(s) used: exhibitionism ***
The smoky haze of pot and tobacco fogs the room. Merlin can only just make out the blur of blond as Vivian drags Arthur down the hall, but the slam of the bedroom door is audible above the thrum of music.
He closes his eyes, vaguely bitter – but Arthur’s straight and Merlin knows better than to care. His muted brain dulls the sting anyway.
The song’s changed (a few may have come and gone, actually) when the pressure of a hand on his knee startles him. His eyes flutter open; the room seems both darker and brighter somehow. “Hey,” he mutters, his voice thick.
Gwaine smiles, that mixture of flirty, sultry and drunk that he seems to favour. “Hey, yourself.”
Merlin’s too mellow to play shy, too lonely to be uninterested, so he just stares back through half-lidded eyes.
“All alone?” Gwaine’s a bit out of focus, but it’s clear he’s too horny (or too stoned) to be subtle or to be insulted that Merlin’s eyes flicker towards the hallway.
“Not anymore.” Merlin spreads his legs a fraction, the smoky room and echoing tinker of Vivian’s laughter leading him to make invitations he normally wouldn't.
Gwaine drops between Merlin’s knees and in another blink he’s got Merlin’s dick in hand. “Impressive.”
Merlin snorts and lets his head fall back on the couch, scoots down to give Gwaine better access. The room’s full of people. He can hear Leon and Elyan to his right. Their conversation pauses a bit – likely checking out what (or who) Gwaine’s up to. Merlin flushes but doesn’t give enough of a fuck to stop Gwaine from putting on a show, pumping him a few times until he’s a proper mouthful.
He’s never had Gwaine’s mouth, though he’s seen his expertise on display at nearly every party. Gwaine’s usually left Merlin off his hit list. Everyone knows Merlin’s interest lies with the impossible; he must have looked extra pathetic tonight.
The conversation around them starts again as Gwaine swallows him down, setting a slow, patient pace. It suits Merlin fine. He lets it all wash over him; his buzz is not yet slipping into a hangover, just letting him float through the pleasure of the hot mouth on his cock with no complications.
When he opens his eyes again, the crowd’s shifted. Gwaine’s been working forever, his jaw’s got to be sore but Merlin’s not quite there yet. Leon and Lancelot are playing poker on the coffee table in front of the couch, their eyes flickering to Merlin and cursing as Gwaine’s arse hits the table, knocking over their chips as he shifts.
Across the room, as if he’d never left, sits Arthur. Viv is nowhere to be seen. Arthur spreads his legs wider, his arse at the edge of his seat and casually (not casually at all) he rests his hand across his lap. With his other hand, he lifts a cigarette to his mouth, never taking his eyes off Merlin. His thumb traces his bottom lip and Merlin’s hips jerk up into Gwaine’s mouth. Gwaine’s choked surprise feels far away as Arthur cups himself, drawing all of Merlin’s attention there, to Arthur’s lap. He doesn’t dare blink, not wanting to miss the play of Arthur's fingers over his jean-clad bulge.
He drags his eyes upward to see Arthur still staring. The look in his eyes, feral and angry, curls around Merlin’s balls and squeezes. Merlin’s hands fly to Gwaine’s hair, a warning and apology. He refuses to let his eyes shut as he comes down Gwaine’s throat.
Smelling of whiskey and come, Gwaine kisses up Merlin’s neck; guilt churns deep in Merlin’s belly.
“Do you think he enjoyed the show?” Gwaine laughs into Merlin’s jaw, dragging stubble across Merlin’s cheek as he nuzzles.
His brain’s too muddled to work through Gwaine’s question, or to begin to understand what just happened. It doesn’t help that Gwaine’s mouthing a wet line behind Merlin’s ear, not quite allowing the rush of the orgasm to dissipate. Merlin’s coasting the afterglow, mesmerised by Arthur’s thumb lazily dragging back and forth over the bold outline of his cock, when suddenly Vivian’s backside is blocking the view. He can hear the shrill of her voice but can’t make out the words.
Arthur pushes her aside and shoots one last look at Merlin. Then, lips pressed tight, Arthur rises from his chair and stalks from the room.
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Date: 2011-07-07 01:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 01:21 pm (UTC)So YAYAYAYA!!!! SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!
TEAM LUST!!! RAH RAH!!!! *\o/*
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Date: 2011-07-07 01:35 pm (UTC)And even if he did, he's not that good at being ''''straight''''.
YAY TEAM! :D :D
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Date: 2011-07-07 01:29 pm (UTC)looking forward to the promised much longer story
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Date: 2011-07-07 03:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 01:25 pm (UTC)*dies with envy*
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Date: 2011-07-07 01:43 pm (UTC)She emailed me to say - 'can we see this together???' and literally danced around the fucking house hands in the air chanting 'I AM THE LUCKIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD'
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LISA!!!! FLY OVER AND JOIN US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I haven't even seen Pt.1 because seeing it alone is so depressing... so yeah. Pt 2 with Bry is a DREAM COME TRUE)
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Date: 2011-07-07 01:44 pm (UTC)You know, if I had a thousand Euro to spare I'd book the flight now.
You are a lucky girl, and so is Brynn! *HUGS*
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Date: 2011-07-07 01:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 01:45 pm (UTC)btw - H/Sc i read last night (am writing up rec for it now) is one you've already read. mindabbles Daily Deviant.
http://asylums.insanejournal.com/daily_deviant/411891.html
sofa king hot!
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Date: 2011-07-07 02:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 01:33 pm (UTC):chinhands:
There's more of this somewheres right? RIIIIIIIIIGHT?!
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Date: 2011-07-07 01:34 pm (UTC)*SNIFFLES*
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Date: 2011-07-07 01:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 01:53 pm (UTC)I would love to write more of this!!!! maybe when p-thon ends? idek... I always say that and never do. :/
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Date: 2011-07-07 02:14 pm (UTC)*smishes*
Or I could send cookies....or condoms...or whatevs.
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Date: 2011-07-07 02:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 02:50 pm (UTC)*kisses*
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Date: 2011-07-07 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 07:06 pm (UTC)