I started writing this as a sequel to a fic by another writer that was then never posted and I think she has left lj/fandom... I still do want to finish this though someday, it's currently sitting at over 3,000 words (though they haven't actually gotten any further than kissing). The whole thing is from Nate's pov as he gets passed around like a party flavour... Um. Here, have a snippet:
Ryland’s hand travels down from Alex’s face; a long casual caress along his side, following the path of Alex’s arm which is still curved around Nate’s waist. He grabs a fistful of Nate’s hoodie and hauls him closer, switching from kissing Alex to kissing Nate so smoothly that Nate doesn’t realise what’s going on until he’s already clutching Ryland’s shoulders for balance, his tongue curling around the sharp taste of something stronger than beer.
Kissing Ryland – no, being kissed by Ryland – is not what Nate would have expected if he’d ever thought about it. This Ryland isn’t easy-going or sarcastic or even friendly. This Ryland licks his way inside Nate’s mouth with single-minded determination, firm and unrelenting and in control. This Ryland takes what he wants.
And Nate. Nate gives it.
He’s surrounded. Overwhelmed. Drowning in sensation. There are hands, more than two, flat against the small of his back, under the clothes, damp stickiness of palms on bare skin, fingertips dipping just below the waist of his jeans, trailing the sensitive skin over ribs, around his bellybutton. Nate presses back, rocks forward, caught between Alex and Ryland, hard muscle and long limbs, clean sweat and faint peppermint of someone’s cologne.
He’s too warm, flushed from head to toe, twisting between the two bodies bracketing him. Ryland’s teeth nick the corner of his lip, deliberate and non-too-gentle, Alex’s mouth sliding over his jaw and cheek, wet and open and close enough that Nate wouldn’t even have to break the kiss with Ryland to be able to—
Ryland does it instead, unwinding Nate’s arms from around his neck, telling Alex to let go, let go, and Nate has five seconds of blind panic, thinking he did something wrong, went too far, stupid, stupid, it was just a joke, before he realises he’s not being pushed away so much as passed on to Gabe.
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Ryland’s hand travels down from Alex’s face; a long casual caress along his side, following the path of Alex’s arm which is still curved around Nate’s waist. He grabs a fistful of Nate’s hoodie and hauls him closer, switching from kissing Alex to kissing Nate so smoothly that Nate doesn’t realise what’s going on until he’s already clutching Ryland’s shoulders for balance, his tongue curling around the sharp taste of something stronger than beer.
Kissing Ryland – no, being kissed by Ryland – is not what Nate would have expected if he’d ever thought about it. This Ryland isn’t easy-going or sarcastic or even friendly. This Ryland licks his way inside Nate’s mouth with single-minded determination, firm and unrelenting and in control. This Ryland takes what he wants.
And Nate. Nate gives it.
He’s surrounded. Overwhelmed. Drowning in sensation. There are hands, more than two, flat against the small of his back, under the clothes, damp stickiness of palms on bare skin, fingertips dipping just below the waist of his jeans, trailing the sensitive skin over ribs, around his bellybutton. Nate presses back, rocks forward, caught between Alex and Ryland, hard muscle and long limbs, clean sweat and faint peppermint of someone’s cologne.
He’s too warm, flushed from head to toe, twisting between the two bodies bracketing him. Ryland’s teeth nick the corner of his lip, deliberate and non-too-gentle, Alex’s mouth sliding over his jaw and cheek, wet and open and close enough that Nate wouldn’t even have to break the kiss with Ryland to be able to—
Ryland does it instead, unwinding Nate’s arms from around his neck, telling Alex to let go, let go, and Nate has five seconds of blind panic, thinking he did something wrong, went too far, stupid, stupid, it was just a joke, before he realises he’s not being pushed away so much as passed on to Gabe.