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turpsSo it seems when Corey and his friend are playing and making the ceiling shake I finish off things like the Howie/Chris/Rick ficlet. What can I say? Nothing.
Story and picture are behind the cut. Just, I suck at writing sex okay so really don't expect much, this was for fun.
“He’s going to kick your ass one day,” Howie remarks, pausing the video so Rick is frozen mid grin onscreen. “All that foreplay and no action. You’re a cock tease, Kirkpatrick.”
“A cock tease,” Chris splutters, and he sits upright all wide eyes and outraged expression. “I’m no such thing and what do you mean foreplay? It’s an interview. That’s what we’re supposed to do, be friendly.”
Howie ignores Chris’ sarcastic tone and presses play, shaking his head at the flirting onscreen. “There’s friendly and ‘why don’t I get on my knees and suck you now, Rick?’ I mean, obvious much.”
“Ah, that explains it,” Chris says, suddenly serious and he sits forward, one hand resting on Howie’s knee. “There’s no need for you to be jealous. Though I understand why, it can’t be easy dating someone as popular and devastatingly handsome as me.”
Lost for words, Howie gapes, then socks Chris in the arm at the tell tale twitch of his mouth. “You ass, I almost believed you then.”
Chris grins and settles back, cross legged and relaxed as he watches himself hold Rick in place. “You’re too easy, man,” he comments, shifting as Howie sits next to him so they’re pressed close together in one corner of the huge couch. “Anyway, I can’t be a tease if I do something about it.”
“Tell me you didn’t. Not at the Much studio.” Howie’s torn between admiration and disbelief and maybe a little turned on too, especially when Chris smiles in a way that’s anything but innocent.
“Maybe we did, maybe we didn’t.” Chris looks like he’s going to tease longer then suddenly cocks his head as the door opens. “Why don’t you ask the man himself? It’s his show.”
“Ask me what?” Rick questions. He stands in the doorway, taking off his jacket and dropping his bag on the floor as he looks between Chris and Howie. “If it’s the Ricky Martin thing again I’ve told you already you can come.”
“Ricky Martin,” Chris exclaims and he twists in place, smile wide and eyes sparkling as pounces on the opportunity to tease. “You’ve just proved yourself as the gayest of the gay.”
“Oh I don’t know.” Howie winks at Rick then coolly looks Chris in the eye. “I think the gayest of the gay title was awarded last night. Who was it again with my dick in his ass and Rick’s in his mouth?”
“Yeah, I remember something like that. Someone who loves to be taken that way has to be the gayest of the gay.” Rick ignores Chris’ indignant protest and sits on the low coffee table, relaxed and smiling as he leans forward, poking Chris in the chest. “Face it, Kirkpatrick, you’re the gayest of the gay in this relationship and always have been.”
Howie bites back a laugh as Chris narrows his eyes and bares his teeth, mock glaring at Rick before shrugging his shoulders and relaxing back against the couch. “Call me that if you like, it doesn’t threaten my masculinity. Doesn’t even make a dent.” Chris marks the words with a nod then his expression changes in an instant, going from pretend indifference to something rawer, darker and inviting as he looks up from under half lowered lashes. “I’ll even prove how little I care by doing it again.”
“Doing it again, eh?” Rick stays leant forward, chin propped on his fist as he seems to consider Chris’ words. “I suppose we could, just to prove once and for all who’s gayest of the gay. What do you think, Howie? Shall we let him prove how unthreatened he is?”
Howie easily picks up his cue, slipping into routines made familiar by years of friendship. He can feel Chris beside him, surrounded by almost visual energy as he tries to appear cool and collected, a pose he almost pulls off except for fingers that drum a beat against a denim clad thigh.
That energy attracted Howie from the first, grabbing his attention way back when and still attracts him now as he reaches out a hand, pressing it against Chris’. “If dressing up as a girl didn’t threaten his masculinity I doubt words would.” Howie pauses and stifles a giggle as Chris reacts.
“Hey, I wasn’t a girl I was a ‘Spice Girl’, there’s a difference.”
Howie can tell Chris would be quoting the words if his hand was free, as it is he settles for sitting up straight, obviously about to launch into a well known tirade about the differences between normal girls and the Spices Girls. Howie could recite the words with him and has done so on many occasions, but today he takes the direct route to shut Chris up, kissing him hard while sliding over and automatically leaving room for Rick who kneels on the floor, side pressed against Howie’s leg.
“I guess we’re letting him prove it,” Rick says and Howie can hear the desire in his voice as they work together, hands sure and quick as they remove clothes. They strip Chris completely, throwing jeans and t-shirts to one side until he lies back on the couch, legs slightly spread and hands resting on his stomach as he looks up, totally relaxed under their gaze as Howie just looks, greedily mapping every visible inch of skin once more.
“Nothing’s going to be proved with you two standing doing nothing.” Chris says at last, impatient with waiting and he indicates his body with a sweep of his hands. “Get to it.”
No one could say Rick can’t take instruction and Howie watches, hand rubbing across the crotch of his own pants as Rick licks a trail down Chris’ chest. The sound Chris makes in response hits Howie hard, desire rearing hot and tight in his belly and he quickly unzips his fly, needing to touch himself as Rick enthusiastically sucks at Chris’ cock with muffled noises of pleasure and flashes of tongue against wet lips.
“Howie.”
Chris reaches out, groping blindly until he grabs an arm and tugs, hooking his free hand around Howie’s head and guiding him close so they can kiss, hot and desperate. Then he gasps against Howie’s mouth, stiffening and sucking in air as Rick moves and does something unseen, a blur of motion at the side of Howie’s vision.
“Please…”Chris is reduced to whimpering now, his hands tangled in Howie’s hair, holding him close as Rick continues to suck and bite at a constant pace. Groin pressed against the couch, Howie can’t help grinding against it, friction making him gasp as he mirrors each grind with the slick sound of Rick’s mouth and Chris’ matching moans.
“Howie.” Rick touches his arm and Howie carefully untangles Chris’ hold so he can look up. “He’s still got some proving to do.”
Amazed at the coherent thought, Howie blinks and tries to calm his breathing as Rick kneels up and pushes aside the coffee table with a strong shove.
“Get down, Chris.”
Chris eagerly slides to the floor then positions himself on his hands and knees. He looks wonderful and all Howie can do is look once more, drinking in dark hair against pale skin, the curve of back and flexing muscles as Chris lets his head drop, exposing the nape of his neck.
“Go on,” Rick urges and he exchanges an understanding look with Howie, both of them knowing how the other feels.
Unable to resist, Howie moves so he’s kneeling in front of Chris, then bends and licks along bare skin, knowing Chris will shiver with each touch. In this position Howie can see every move Rick makes, the way he nuzzles at Chris’ lower back and the way his hands stroke and kneed, every move practiced and sure as he opens his fly and urges Chris to open his legs as he moves between them.
“You look so good.”
Rick acknowledges the remark with a satisfied smile, twisting his hips and making Chris whimper with a hard thrust. The combination of sound and sight eventually pushes Howie close to the edge and he grips Chris’ shoulders, fingers digging in as Chris urges him to move, nudging with his head until he can take Howie’s cock in his mouth, sucking hard and fast, letting Rick set the pace as Howie grips harder, eyes fixed on Rick’s face as he thrusts, eyes closed and teeth nipping at his own bottom lip.
Howie knows he’s close, can see it in Rick’s expression, can feel it in Chris’ rapid movements and he lets himself be swept away, heat flooding his body as he claws at Chris’ shoulders one last time, using them as an anchor as the sounds of pleasure threaten to sweep him away.
Howie opens his eyes and pulls back, spent and buzzing with pleasure. He watches as Rick breathes deep and rests his hand on Chris’ back as he falls boneless to the floor.
“You okay down there?” Rick asks and Chris keeps his eyes closed, head to one side as he nods.
“I’m good. Still here with masculinity intact.”
“I never doubted it for a moment.” Rick says seriously and he quickly kisses the top of Chris’ head then Howie’s cheek as he stands, fastening his pants. “Now what did you want to ask?”
As Chris laughs and sits up, all sticky nakedness, all Howie can do is shrug. He doesn’t have a clue.
Story and picture are behind the cut. Just, I suck at writing sex okay so really don't expect much, this was for fun.
“He’s going to kick your ass one day,” Howie remarks, pausing the video so Rick is frozen mid grin onscreen. “All that foreplay and no action. You’re a cock tease, Kirkpatrick.”
“A cock tease,” Chris splutters, and he sits upright all wide eyes and outraged expression. “I’m no such thing and what do you mean foreplay? It’s an interview. That’s what we’re supposed to do, be friendly.”
Howie ignores Chris’ sarcastic tone and presses play, shaking his head at the flirting onscreen. “There’s friendly and ‘why don’t I get on my knees and suck you now, Rick?’ I mean, obvious much.”
“Ah, that explains it,” Chris says, suddenly serious and he sits forward, one hand resting on Howie’s knee. “There’s no need for you to be jealous. Though I understand why, it can’t be easy dating someone as popular and devastatingly handsome as me.”
Lost for words, Howie gapes, then socks Chris in the arm at the tell tale twitch of his mouth. “You ass, I almost believed you then.”
Chris grins and settles back, cross legged and relaxed as he watches himself hold Rick in place. “You’re too easy, man,” he comments, shifting as Howie sits next to him so they’re pressed close together in one corner of the huge couch. “Anyway, I can’t be a tease if I do something about it.”
“Tell me you didn’t. Not at the Much studio.” Howie’s torn between admiration and disbelief and maybe a little turned on too, especially when Chris smiles in a way that’s anything but innocent.
“Maybe we did, maybe we didn’t.” Chris looks like he’s going to tease longer then suddenly cocks his head as the door opens. “Why don’t you ask the man himself? It’s his show.”
“Ask me what?” Rick questions. He stands in the doorway, taking off his jacket and dropping his bag on the floor as he looks between Chris and Howie. “If it’s the Ricky Martin thing again I’ve told you already you can come.”
“Ricky Martin,” Chris exclaims and he twists in place, smile wide and eyes sparkling as pounces on the opportunity to tease. “You’ve just proved yourself as the gayest of the gay.”
“Oh I don’t know.” Howie winks at Rick then coolly looks Chris in the eye. “I think the gayest of the gay title was awarded last night. Who was it again with my dick in his ass and Rick’s in his mouth?”
“Yeah, I remember something like that. Someone who loves to be taken that way has to be the gayest of the gay.” Rick ignores Chris’ indignant protest and sits on the low coffee table, relaxed and smiling as he leans forward, poking Chris in the chest. “Face it, Kirkpatrick, you’re the gayest of the gay in this relationship and always have been.”
Howie bites back a laugh as Chris narrows his eyes and bares his teeth, mock glaring at Rick before shrugging his shoulders and relaxing back against the couch. “Call me that if you like, it doesn’t threaten my masculinity. Doesn’t even make a dent.” Chris marks the words with a nod then his expression changes in an instant, going from pretend indifference to something rawer, darker and inviting as he looks up from under half lowered lashes. “I’ll even prove how little I care by doing it again.”
“Doing it again, eh?” Rick stays leant forward, chin propped on his fist as he seems to consider Chris’ words. “I suppose we could, just to prove once and for all who’s gayest of the gay. What do you think, Howie? Shall we let him prove how unthreatened he is?”
Howie easily picks up his cue, slipping into routines made familiar by years of friendship. He can feel Chris beside him, surrounded by almost visual energy as he tries to appear cool and collected, a pose he almost pulls off except for fingers that drum a beat against a denim clad thigh.
That energy attracted Howie from the first, grabbing his attention way back when and still attracts him now as he reaches out a hand, pressing it against Chris’. “If dressing up as a girl didn’t threaten his masculinity I doubt words would.” Howie pauses and stifles a giggle as Chris reacts.
“Hey, I wasn’t a girl I was a ‘Spice Girl’, there’s a difference.”
Howie can tell Chris would be quoting the words if his hand was free, as it is he settles for sitting up straight, obviously about to launch into a well known tirade about the differences between normal girls and the Spices Girls. Howie could recite the words with him and has done so on many occasions, but today he takes the direct route to shut Chris up, kissing him hard while sliding over and automatically leaving room for Rick who kneels on the floor, side pressed against Howie’s leg.
“I guess we’re letting him prove it,” Rick says and Howie can hear the desire in his voice as they work together, hands sure and quick as they remove clothes. They strip Chris completely, throwing jeans and t-shirts to one side until he lies back on the couch, legs slightly spread and hands resting on his stomach as he looks up, totally relaxed under their gaze as Howie just looks, greedily mapping every visible inch of skin once more.
“Nothing’s going to be proved with you two standing doing nothing.” Chris says at last, impatient with waiting and he indicates his body with a sweep of his hands. “Get to it.”
No one could say Rick can’t take instruction and Howie watches, hand rubbing across the crotch of his own pants as Rick licks a trail down Chris’ chest. The sound Chris makes in response hits Howie hard, desire rearing hot and tight in his belly and he quickly unzips his fly, needing to touch himself as Rick enthusiastically sucks at Chris’ cock with muffled noises of pleasure and flashes of tongue against wet lips.
“Howie.”
Chris reaches out, groping blindly until he grabs an arm and tugs, hooking his free hand around Howie’s head and guiding him close so they can kiss, hot and desperate. Then he gasps against Howie’s mouth, stiffening and sucking in air as Rick moves and does something unseen, a blur of motion at the side of Howie’s vision.
“Please…”Chris is reduced to whimpering now, his hands tangled in Howie’s hair, holding him close as Rick continues to suck and bite at a constant pace. Groin pressed against the couch, Howie can’t help grinding against it, friction making him gasp as he mirrors each grind with the slick sound of Rick’s mouth and Chris’ matching moans.
“Howie.” Rick touches his arm and Howie carefully untangles Chris’ hold so he can look up. “He’s still got some proving to do.”
Amazed at the coherent thought, Howie blinks and tries to calm his breathing as Rick kneels up and pushes aside the coffee table with a strong shove.
“Get down, Chris.”
Chris eagerly slides to the floor then positions himself on his hands and knees. He looks wonderful and all Howie can do is look once more, drinking in dark hair against pale skin, the curve of back and flexing muscles as Chris lets his head drop, exposing the nape of his neck.
“Go on,” Rick urges and he exchanges an understanding look with Howie, both of them knowing how the other feels.
Unable to resist, Howie moves so he’s kneeling in front of Chris, then bends and licks along bare skin, knowing Chris will shiver with each touch. In this position Howie can see every move Rick makes, the way he nuzzles at Chris’ lower back and the way his hands stroke and kneed, every move practiced and sure as he opens his fly and urges Chris to open his legs as he moves between them.
“You look so good.”
Rick acknowledges the remark with a satisfied smile, twisting his hips and making Chris whimper with a hard thrust. The combination of sound and sight eventually pushes Howie close to the edge and he grips Chris’ shoulders, fingers digging in as Chris urges him to move, nudging with his head until he can take Howie’s cock in his mouth, sucking hard and fast, letting Rick set the pace as Howie grips harder, eyes fixed on Rick’s face as he thrusts, eyes closed and teeth nipping at his own bottom lip.
Howie knows he’s close, can see it in Rick’s expression, can feel it in Chris’ rapid movements and he lets himself be swept away, heat flooding his body as he claws at Chris’ shoulders one last time, using them as an anchor as the sounds of pleasure threaten to sweep him away.
Howie opens his eyes and pulls back, spent and buzzing with pleasure. He watches as Rick breathes deep and rests his hand on Chris’ back as he falls boneless to the floor.
“You okay down there?” Rick asks and Chris keeps his eyes closed, head to one side as he nods.
“I’m good. Still here with masculinity intact.”
“I never doubted it for a moment.” Rick says seriously and he quickly kisses the top of Chris’ head then Howie’s cheek as he stands, fastening his pants. “Now what did you want to ask?”
As Chris laughs and sits up, all sticky nakedness, all Howie can do is shrug. He doesn’t have a clue.
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Date: 2004-11-06 01:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-06 01:21 pm (UTC)I must be insane because man, I suck at sex scenes.
But thank you! Your EEEEEEEE reassures me a lot :D
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Date: 2004-11-06 01:29 pm (UTC)I love you so much, that was fantastic!
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Date: 2004-11-06 02:00 pm (UTC)Have Corey's friend over for tea more often!!
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Date: 2004-11-06 02:08 pm (UTC)Will definitely have to read it later, when I don't have the best friend reading over my shoulder and making snarky comments on the boybands.
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Date: 2004-11-06 02:12 pm (UTC)Their love is so short.
*lol*
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Date: 2004-11-06 03:06 pm (UTC)The their love is so short belongs to
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Date: 2004-11-06 03:15 pm (UTC)LOL. Yeah snarky comments from best friends aren't the best thing.
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Date: 2004-11-06 03:18 pm (UTC)I'm glad you like, thank you :)
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Date: 2004-11-06 03:19 pm (UTC)I think it needed to finished :)
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Date: 2004-11-06 04:25 pm (UTC)*two thumbs up*
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Date: 2004-11-06 07:41 pm (UTC)And, yes. ::fans self::
Howie doesn't get laid nearly enough in this fandom. Pity.
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Date: 2004-11-07 04:19 pm (UTC)Yesh! Rick gettin' some and with Howie and Chris.
Lovely, and hot.
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Date: 2004-11-08 01:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-11 12:50 pm (UTC)I'm glad you like it, thank you.
And yeah, Howie really needs to get laid more, him and Joey both.
Re: *two thumbs up*
Date: 2004-11-11 03:42 pm (UTC)I guess I will have to keep practicing ;)
Thank you!