Tagged recently by many lovely people, and I finally have something I don't absolutely hate! Yay!
(I don't know why writing has been like pulling teeth recently, but I'm still plodding along. Maybe it'll be done one day...)
Eddie trails off suddenly. His face goes slack and the coffee cup slips from his fingers, hitting the floor and splattering everywhere.
“Whoa!” Tommy jerks away from the mess. “What –?”
But Eddie’s not looking at him. His wide eyes are fixed on something behind Tommy.
Tommy whips his head around.
Evan’s eyes are open. Barely – just tiny slivers of blue peeking out from under heavy eyelids – but it’s all Tommy’s been desperate to see for days. He surges forward, grabbing Evan’s hand between his own and trying not to squeeze too tightly, at the same time that Eddie scrambles for the nurse call button.
“I just – Tommy called and … he and Eddie were meant to go rock climbing as a date today, c-cause I told them they needed to. T-they never go out together, a-and I made them, and while they were gone, there was an accident. E-Eddie… he’s –”
“I know,” Maddie interrupts. “I heard.”
Buck blinks, confused.
“What? How?”
“Josh took the call,” Maddie explains, sounding a little sheepish. “I heard Tommy and Eddie’s names and hijacked it a little bit.”
“Oh.” A small, irrational part of Buck feels a flash of anger towards Maddie – how long had she known one of his greatest loves was fighting for his life, and she hadn’t even told him?
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The fic I wanted to finish this month (polyfire car crash fic) has been fighting me recently, so instead of getting frustrated and forcing my way through it, I decided to put it on pause and work on something else. I humbly offer you some polyfire smut instead of whump
“Your turn,” Tommy says, his voice a low rumble.
Tommy gently nudges Buck’s head to the side, and another hand takes over, guiding him into position. Buck’s gaze drifts over to Eddie, pressed up against Tommy from shoulder to hip, Eddie’s other hand drawing his cock out of his boxers. More saliva floods Buck’s mouth at the sight, spilling down his chin. Buck shuffles as best as he can with his legs bound, rucking up the towel underneath him, until he’s situated between Eddie’s legs.
It’s like he’s nothing more than a fleshlight being passed back and forth between the two of them. Fuck, he loves this. There’s nothing he’s expected to do other than be a warm hole. His brain isn’t working overtime trying to come up with ways to pleasure his boyfriends because he can’t. With the ring gag holding his jaw open, he can’t do anything other than move his tongue around a bit. Both Eddie and Tommy have told him to be still, to just let them use him how they see fit. They just want him to sit there and look pretty, and take turns warming their cocks in his mouth.
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more from the polyfire cnc fic, this will be my kinktober offering this year :3
Sandwiched between Eddie and Tommy, Buck drifts, basking in the glow of another incredible orgasm. He loves it when his boyfriends take the reins and really test his limits. There’s always a safety net – the knowledge that with a word or three snaps of his fingers everything would instantly stop – but not for the first time he wonders what it would be like to pretend that safeguard isn’t an option.
“I can hear you thinking,” Eddie mumbles, and pinches Buck’s hip lightly.
Buck flinches, and Tommy grunts out an annoyed noise at being jostled. “Sorry,” Buck says, rubbing Tommy’s back in apology. “Just… thinking about something I want to try.”
Tommy lifts his head off Buck’s chest and gives him a slightly incredulous look. “You’re already thinking about next time?”
“Didn’t you just call him insatiable?” Eddie pipes up, fondness evident in his tone.
“Just a little insulted that he can form a coherent thought after all that,” Tommy retorts.
The polyfire cnc fic is out with some friends for a sensitivity read/vibe check, so hopefully this will be coming to an AO3 near you soon once I get feedback and actually edit the thing
tw for consensual non-consent/roleplay under the cut
As White Shirt pulls his clothes off, Buck’s eyes track over the muscles of the man’s arms, the width of his shoulders… he’d probably be able to hold Buck down and take what he wanted even without the ropes. White Shirt kneels on the bed between Buck’s spread legs, and Buck swallows thickly. His thighs are trembling slightly from anticipation.
Big, strong hands clutch Buck’s waist, and he’s lifted up and yanked so that his pelvis is sitting on White Shirt’s bent knees. Buck moans feebly, shifting his weight as the hands slide down his sides, petting his flanks before curling over his thighs to pull his legs even more apart. White Shirt grabs for the lube and drizzles some onto his fingers, then touches his fingertips between Buck’s asscheeks. Buck sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, waiting, but instead of pushing his fingers inside right away, White Shirt folds forward. His throat works, and then he lets a glob of spit drip from his mouth and land on Buck’s hole.
A shiver runs up Buck’s spine as White Shirt starts massaging his rim, mixing the lube and spit together. Black Shirt watches from where he’s standing next to the bed, stroking his cock leisurely. His cock is wet from a mixture of his own precome and Buck’s saliva from when that same cock was in his mouth; Buck can’t take his eyes off the sight.
Hi! Hello! I'm back from vacation, my brain is mostly in the right time zone, and I finally have things to share again! Thank you to everyone who's tagged me over the last few weeks <3
I thought I was done with smut for a while after Five Alarm Fest, but apparently if you stick me on a plane home from Europe, I get the smutty beans again. I think I've vaguely mentioned this before, but this is the buddietommy/polyfire CNC wip
TW for consensual non-consent under the cut, if that's not your jam
Buck wakes to the sensation of his arms being moved.
There’s a weight on his legs, heavy and solid, that disappears briefly as he’s rolled onto his back. Snuffling, Buck tries to rub at his still-closed eyes, but hands puppet his arms above his head. Through the lingering fog of sleep, Buck has the vaguest sensation that this is a strange way to be woken up – normally, either Eddie or Tommy will kiss him to consciousness, accompanied by soft touches and even softer words.
It’s only when something firm wraps around Buck’s wrists and snaps into place that his eyes fly open.
There’s a stranger straddling him in bed. Buck blinks rapidly, wondering for a few seconds if this is some kind of nightmare or sleep paralysis demon, but then he tries to move his arms down to his sides to push himself up only to find his wrists are bound together on either side of one of the headboard’s slats. Cold fear rushes through him. He opens his mouth to scream but the intruder’s hand shoots out lightning fast and covers his mouth firmly.
“Quiet now,” the man says. “My partner is dealing with your two boy toys and if you don’t want anything to happen to them, you won’t make a sound.”
Buck’s heart thuds painfully in his chest. He’d gone to bed early last night, exhausted after a day out with Maddie and Jee-Yun, leaving Eddie and Tommy to watch some MMA fight on pay-per-view with a quick kiss each. He has no idea what time it is now, can’t turn his head to look at the clock on the bedside table with the way the stranger has him pinned. Had Tommy and Eddie still been on the couch when the – apparently two – intruders had broken in, or had they been dragged out of their bed with Buck none the wiser?
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“Oh, he liked that,” White Shirt says, delighted. “He got so wet.”
Black Shirt thrusts forward again, fucking into Buck’s throat, and Buck gags. Mercifully, Black Shirt gets a rhythm going that at least gives Buck a couple seconds to breathe between the rough thrusts. He tries to relax his throat, to make it an easier slide so hopefully it will be over sooner. He thinks he’s got a system down until White Shirt’s other hand slips into his briefs, and he swirls Buck’s cockhead against the palm of his hand.
Buck chokes out a wail as his body spasms, trying to get away from the intense pressure building in his lower body, but Black Shirt’s weight on his chest keeps him firmly pinned. He can’t do anything but take it as White Shirt strokes him even faster, and Buck feels himself hurtling towards the edge of release.
“Come on,” White Shirt grunts. “Show us what a good whore you are and come.”
