bleh.

[schmerica]

Man, I am all out of the soda and salty junk food I bought myself to get through my period. Sad! And now I'm at the point where I'm not in much pain, except for how my head feels tight and I want to cry for no reason.

So, uh. You know. Anyone want to play comment tag with sentences or paragraphs of fic? Or do something else dorky and entertaining? I'm always up for Cliff/Shag/Marry. Or screencaps! Whatever.

*cuddles kitten sullenly*

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[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Clara rose from her chair in one smooth movement. "Let's see," she said musingly. "Ralph, you know, is a stickler for solid evidence, so I'm afraid we might need a demonstration."

She wrapped her arms around Harry's neck. Her robe hadn't been tied especially tightly to begin with, and the movement loosened it more. When Harry looked down at her, he had a perfect view of her chest, her perfectly formed breasts not yet bound for the day, the firm nipples he had suckled last night.

Clara kissed him. It started out sweet and light, but then it was -- deeper, and dirtier, and Clara was rubbing herself against him, and guiding Harry's hands, and Harry could feel the flush rising all over him, because Ralph was still right there.

Clara broke away, stepping out of his grip almost before he knew what was going on.

"Good," she said, still breathing heavy. "And now him."

[justbreathe80.livejournal.com]

Harry hesitated, because this was getting entirely beyond his control. It didn't seem worth it to settle a simple bet. He looked down at the floor, at the soft carpet underneath his toes, and then he felt a gentle touch at his chin, tilting his head up.

When his eyes focused, there was Ralph, just inches away from him. He was still aroused from kissing Clara like that, but he couldn't deny that Ralph was a very attractive man.

Ralph's smile extended all the way up to his blue eyes. "It's all right," Ralph said softly, his tongue coming out to run along his bottom lip. Harry bit back a groan.

"Yes," he said, his breath coming quick and hard and then Ralph's arms were around him and his lips were pressing against Harry's.

Harry felt like his knees were going to give out, but Ralph held him up, one arm strong around his back and the other tangling in the hair at the base of Harry's neck. There wasn't an inch of space between them. Ralph's lips were soft and his tongue was opening Harry's mouth and diving in, and Ralph's erection was hard and pushing insistently into Harry's thigh.

Harry wasn't sure at all how this was settling Ralph and Clara's bet, but he was content to be kissed, and not think, until he felt Clara's soft, small hand pushing up underneath his shirt, stroking the skin at the small of his back.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

He turned his head toward her, leaving Ralph's lips behind. "Clara?" he said uncertainly.

Clara was smiling, still, and her eyes were dilated, and her hand was still moving across Harry's back. She pressed close to his side, opposite from where Ralph still held him; Harry felt warm all over.

"Oh, well," she said. "Looks like I lose. I guess I'll have to pay my forfeit."

"Don't be silly, Clara," Ralph said, his voice as low and husky as Harry had ever heard it. "Harry was the one who lost you the bet." Harry closed his eyes; he wasn't sure who to look at anymore, which one of them to concentrate on when they were so close, when he could feel and smell them both against him. "Surely, as a gentleman, he'll be willing to pay it for you."

[justbreathe80.livejournal.com]

Harry felt faint, because this was crazy, completely and certifiably insane, but Ralph was not wrong. He was willing. At first he thought just his body was willing, but his mind was willing. Harry knew it was wrong, on some level, and he still hadn't quite figured out Ralph and Clara, but he couldn't care. Not now.

"I will," he tried to say, but his voice barely came out. Ralph looked at him searchingly, and Clara smiled slowly. "I will." This time, it came out, loud and clear into the room.

Ralph let out a soft sound, and pulled Harry in again, and things were moving faster, harder, hotter. Clara's hands were on them, pushing Harry's shirt up, and he finally disengaged from Ralph's bruising kiss to let Clara work his shirt over his head and off. Ralph moved them slowly toward the bed, and pushed Harry onto his back. He bounced on the blankets and pillows and looked up at the two of them.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Clara and Ralph were both looking at him; Clara had a face like cat, hungry and amused, eyeing her prey. Ralph just looked ... Lord, aroused. He stripped off his suit jacket and let it fall on the floor.

"I suppose you two will want a little privacy for this?" Clara said.

Ralph gave her another of his looks Harry couldn't interpret. "Would you mind very much, darling?"

Clara made a small, exaggerated moue. "It is getting late; I promised Elsa I would meet her in town this morning."

Harry said, "You're leaving? But--"

Clara leaned over the bed and kissed him, but it was a soft kiss, almost tender, unlike all the others of this morning. "Don't worry, Harry. I'm sure you and Ralph will have a splendid time without me."

Ralph let another item of clothing fall to the floor; he was in his shirtsleeves now. Clara squeezed his arm and he gave her a peck on the cheek as she passed by, disappearing through one of the door into another room of her suite.

"You have the most extraordinary look on your face," Ralph said, conversationally. as he knelt on the bed. "Almost like a shocked virgin."

Harry pushed himself up on his elbows. "I'm nothing of the kind," he said, and he couldn't help smiling into Ralph's handsome face.

"So I hear," Ralph murmured, and kissed him again.

[brooklinegirl.livejournal.com]

both of you, omg, SO MUCH LOVE! This is DIRTY and almost nothing has even HAPPENED yet. I LOVE YOU!

[justbreathe80.livejournal.com]

Harry stayed half-sitting up, pushing up into Ralph's kiss. He ran one hand up and under Ralph's shirt, feeling the smooth heat of his skin. Ralph hummed into his mouth and pushed him, with a hand on Harry's shoulder, back down onto the bed.

Harry missed Clara for an instant, but then Ralph was deftly and slowly removing his own clothes and Harry's, and then he had acres of pale, soft skin against his. And he wasn't thinking of Clara anymore, not more than a memory, not then.

"You are perfect," Ralph whispered, pulling away from Harry's mouth and leaving him gasping. He arched up into Harry's touch, into the soft slide of Ralph's tongue down his body.

"I don't think I can -" Harry started, but that was the last thing he said before Ralph took Harry into his mouth.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Harry had been with more than a few women before, and some of them (the whore he paid for when he was sixteen, Maggie the waitress he almost married) did this as well. But he had never ... not with a man. And this was Ralph.

In all the times Harry had fucked, this was the first time that he felt not at all in control.

Ralph's mouth was big, warm, glorious. His hands are tight on Harry's thighs and hips. Harry was helpless in the pleasure of it; he pressed his head back against the unmade bed, and it still smelt of last night, of the scents of him and Clara combined.

[brooklinegirl.livejournal.com]

nrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.

[justbreathe80.livejournal.com]

He could smell Clara's perfume on the pillows, and he arched up into Ralph's mouth and groaned. He felt unspeakably rude for being pushy, but Ralph was fine, he just kept his mouth wrapped around Harry, swallowing him down.

Frankly, he was finding that surrendering control was not at all difficult. In fact, he quite enjoyed it. If it meant that he got something this unbelievably good.

"Oh lord," Harry said softly, and reached up to push his fingers through Ralph's hair, which was just as soft and luxurious as Harry had thought it would be.

It almost felt like Ralph was laughing around him, and the hum was enough to make him feel like he was going to come apart, just like this.

Ralph's hands were still firm on his body, feeling like they could almost push through him, right through onto Clara's impossibly soft sheets.

This was more than he could bear.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Ralph pulled his mouth off, jerking Harry through the orgasm with both hands, until Harry lay back against the bed, completely spent.

Ralph kissed his way up his chest again, light kisses against Harry's over-sensitized skin, stopping to nuzzle and suck against Harry's throat.

His erection pushed heavily against Harry's thigh. "Let me--" Harry said, and reached for it.