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[turps]

I had the worst nights sleep last night. I was itchy in my own skin and just couldn't settle. Which gives me woe because I like sleep.

A BB follow up to Talitha has been posted. I'm all !!!!! right now because I loved Talitha a lot.

Last night I read Arsenic's A Finer Command of Language, which blew me away. Not that I expected anything less. I also read Well Tonight, Will It Ever Come? which I enjoyed a lot too. Though really, MCR werewolf gsf, how can you not enjoy?

Grocery shopping as soon as Corey goes to school, then I think I'll poke at Bob in Space a little this afternoon. Get some words out before focussing totally on remix.

The excitement of getting first comment. I really don't get it.

ETA: I couldn't wait and read Not Dead But Sleeping. I figured it was best to read when I was alone, and man, that was a good call. What a fantastic story.

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Justin's hips roll up and his eyes close, and JC never in a million years thought he'd see Justin open and abandoned like this. It's not even that sexual yet, Justin's still wearing jeans, and yet it is since half of sex is your head, and just the thought of Justin being willing to do this...

Mmm. JC can't help but press his own hips against Chris for a moment. He wonders what it would feel like skin to wool, thinks for half a second about buying a fleece for later, something to rub up on, or maybe, if this goes well and Justin and Chris want to play and share with him more often in the future, they could both fuck him against it. He'd like that, trapped between the different textures. Mmm, yeah... but he's got to help Chris and Justin now.

He scratches behind Chris' ear where he really liked it before and says, "Hey, hey, let me help."

He reaches for Justin's belt buckle, and Chris licks over his fingers for a moment.

"Yeah, Chris. Your boyfriend is so hot, isn't he? Like this? All sprawled and wanting? I'd find it hard to wait, too."

Chris huffs a bit, nudges insistently against his hand, then stretches his neck way out and nuzzles at the v where Justin's shirt is unbuttoned.

Justin gasps and says, "Chris, please." And JC quickly unbuckles the belt and eases open the top button of Justin's jeans.

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Justin presses into the touch, his back arced as JC unzips and pulls and Justin's jeans are around his ankles, crumpled denim bunched around his sneakers.

JC starts to untangle, but Justin pulls up his feet, lets his knees drop open, looks along the line of his body and says, desperate, "Please."

"Shush, we've time," JC says, and he runs his hand over Justin's belly, down to the crease of Justin's groin. He shifts slightly when Chris clicks close, so warm and solid as he huffs, warm air against JC's ear. Then Chris bends his head, graceful neck curved as he follows the trail of JC's fingers with his tongue.

Justin moans in response, spreads his legs even further at the combination of touch, whimpering when JC slides his hand low, barely brushing Justin's dick and over his balls, a feather light touch that's immediately followed by the wet swipe of Chris' tongue.

Cheek against Chris' wool, JC thinks Justin has never looked more beautiful , his head back and eyes closed as JC stills his hand, his heart thundering as Chris slides his tongue over Justin's ass, leaving a slick trail as he pushes his way inside.

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JC loves to be rimmed and he can just imagine how incredible it must feel. He can almost feel it, so hot and wet, teasing his ass like it's teasing Justin's. God.

He bites down hard on his lip, he needs to stay focussed so he can help them. He groans and presses his face into soft wool, and then edges his fingers back up, cupping Justin's balls for a moment.

Chris makes a some sort of yearning llama noise and JC opens his eyes again. He dips his fingers down, gets them slick with spit, then wraps them around Justin's cock.

Justin cries out as JC begins to jack him, he sounds almost broken and his hands are fisted so tightly in the quilt. He's so, so beautiful.

"That's it, J. Just feel that, isn't it awesome what Chris does for you? Feels... yeah. Feels so fucking good. Let yourself go."

Justin shakes his head from side to side, never opening his eyes.

"It's okay," JC says. "It isn't greedy. Do it for Chris, 'cause... he's got so much stamina now--"

Chris makes another strange llama noise.

"Oh, yeah, man. Didn't I tell you?" Chris doesn't answer, but he's busy, so that's okay. "Yeah, llamas have all sorts of stamina, man. So this is going to be so good, but better if Justin gets one off first."

"Chris..." Justin pants.

JC bends forward, trying not to bump noses with Chris. "It's okay," he tells Justin again, before licking the head of his cock."

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I keep going to comment and get distracted by rimming thoughts. Because, hmmmmmmm.

Also, I should be disturbed about how hot this is, but I'm so not.

Justin groans, the sound low, dirty, his fingers flexing as he reaches out and grabs the wool of Chris' neck.

Determined to make it good, JC takes Justin's cock into his mouth, sucking hard and wet as he looks up at Justin and Chris. The way their heads are together -- wool and hair, closed eyes and wide -- and JC relaxes his throat, taking in more, Justin's legs shaking in response.

Chris makes a sound, low and soothing, then he's licking again, long tongue pushing deep into Justin's ass and JC pulls off a little, needing to watch as Justin's free hand scrabbles against the quilt, his mouth open as he pants for breath.

It's a beautiful sight and JC pulls back completely, ignoring the protesting whine as he runs his hand along Justin's inner thigh, trailing across smooth skin until his fingertips are against the heat of Chris' tongue, against Justin, already slick, open as JC presses in. Justin fucking himself on fingers and tongue.

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No, no, it's no fair. Why is the mouth that was on his dick gone? He was so close--

"Oh my god, oh!"

Justin can't even think, suddenly everything is just perfect and twisting inside him just right, and he can't, he can't--

He comes, harder than he has in what seems like ages.

When he finally can think again, it's dark and he hears humming and Chris is licking his thigh, and oh, it's dark because his eyes were closed. He opens his eyes and there's JC and Chris, and oh, lord, he came on Chris' face. Chris doesn't look mad, though, he looks like the smuggest llama ever.

Justin can't help but smile at him and raise a still shaky hand towards him.

"Hey, baby, you still can fuck me totally stupid." He tries to wipe one of the spots off Chris' wool.

JC catches his hand.

"I'll do that, J, you just rest up for the second round." JC kisses him quickly, then licks his thumb and wipes at Chris' face. Then he nuzzles up to Chris and practically purrs, "Mmm, yeah, your turn next, man. It's going to be so hot."

Chris bumps noses with JC, then squirms a bit so he can look at Justin unobstructed. God, his eyes really are still the same. Justin sees lust in them, but also concern and Chris is the best boyfriend ever. He knows that Justin used to be jealous of his past history with JC and he knows that Justin should be freaking out because he's just be rimmed by a farmn animal, but it's not like that, not at all. Justin feels so loved and... hmm...

He checks and yeah, JC's definitely packing a boner.

"Chris," Justin says. "You wanna...? Like a sandwich? Have me and C both?"

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Because the Llama Way is romantic, right?