Round 3 - Return of the Meme

[hhanon]

Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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Archiving Prompts and Fills

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• Nothing here you fancy filling? Take a look at the unfilled prompts archived here or at Round 1 or Round 2.

That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.

Comments

FILL: Three in the Bed, Bob Hale/Mike Peabody/Bones, NC-17 [3/4]

[(Anonymous)]

The kiss, when it quickly comes, is leisurely and wonderful - something entirely of heat and loveliness and beauty as he settles back into the covers and lets Bob slide fully on top of him. Naked skin against naked skin, bare chest against bare chest, uncovered stomach against uncovered stomach, cock against-

Ah, fuck. He breaks the kiss for air, dives right back in at Bob’s throaty chuckle.

…And it is amazing.

And it is brilliant.

And it is perfect-

And it soon gets better, as a now naked Mike appears back at their side with lube in one hand and a condom in the other… And the still naked Bob draws right back, smirking all the way.

The room is filled with only panting for a moment.

A long moment.

A very long moment, truth be told-

And then Mike, lovely Mike, clears his throat – and things get an awful lot more interesting yet again, “Bob, get back on him. Reverse position this time, facing away.”

Bob only rolls his eyes, already obeying as fast as possible, “I know what it means, Mike.”

“My apologies, I feared that you might’ve deleted it from your brain.”

“…You feared that I might’ve deleted sex from my brain, Mike the sometimes incredibly dumb?”

“Hush, Bob.”

“I-“

“Hush.”

And Bob, or Bob’s back as the case now is, finally obeys – remarkably clamping his mouth shut and swaying back slightly as Mike passes both the lube and the condom over.

“I assume you know what to do?”

Bob, still presumably, rolls his eyes.

“Bob.”

“Yes, Mikey the incredibly annoying at times.”

…They exchange a brief smile, judging by the fondness on Mike’s face.

And then the condom is sliding over his cock, and slick fingers (slick and talented and God) are caressing over it, and suddenly he’s arching into the contact – arching and grunting and maybe spitting a few choice curses under his breath.

The fingers linger for several long seconds, preparing him fully.

And then, yes, do remove themselves – but so slowly that he has time to gather his thoughts, steady his hand to the point where he can receive the lube without any unhelpful humiliation or flailing or humiliating flailing.

He takes his time in preparing Bob properly, just as Bob took his time in preparing him. One finger, two fingers, a slightly surprisingly third finger as Bob groans above him and Mike chuckles in a wonderfully aroused way-

He lingers for a few long seconds, twisting in an almost playful way.

FILL: Three in the Bed, Bob Hale/Mike Peabody/Bones, NC-17 [4/4]

[(Anonymous)]

But, eventually, everything has to progress. And so he slides loose at a slipped grunt from Mike (to a soft whine from Bob). Fists his hands in the covers to the point where he can just about sit up and Bob can shift until the tip of his cock is just nudging at tight heat.

“Ready?” he hears Mike ask, sounding entirely breathless.

“Ready,” he feels Bob answer, that wild head tilted back against his shoulder and those blue eyes sliding shut.

“Ready,” he mutters, on a somehow retained gasp of air…

And thrusts up, entering Bob to a practical chorus of gasps and moans and actual groans that may just set his blood on fire (and he’ll have to see a doctor about that, of course, but that can certainly wait ‘til later.)

And it is tight.

And it is hot.

And it is still perfect.

And it just gets better, as he can see from his slightly awkward position, when Mike ducks his head down - takes Bob into his mouth so quickly that the only reaction is a helpless grunt from the both of them.

…Helpless.

Wonderfully helpless.

And things move fast from that point on, as they tend to do when one person is thrusting and one person is groaning and one person is very busy with their mouth.

Bob, understandably, comes first with a helpless arch of his back and a long howl ripped free from his throat. He shudders through it, hot and gasping and eventually boneless as Mike swallows every single drop.

He, also understandably, soon follows with a spat curse and a helpless tighten of his arms around Bob’s sweating waist. He grunts through it, rough and uncoordinated and still thrusting ‘til the very last moment.

…Fuck.

Fuck.

…And that only leaves Mike.

Drawing back, still achingly hard, to allow Bob to fall off his cock and pant over to the side. Sprawling back on the bed with his legs slightly spread and his arms flopped out against the now definitely rumpled covers.

He stares for a moment, remarkably managing to stay upright.

He glances over to Bob, still panting and with eyes firmly shut, “can I…?”

Eyes briefly opened, as Bob somehow manages to lift his head and give a still slightly dazed smile, “be my guest, cosy Bonesy.”

And…

Well.

He needs no more invitation. He’s already darting forwards and wrapping his eager mouth around Mike’s terribly hard cock before any of them can even blink.