FIC: Maybelline Vacation
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nilchanceTitle: Maybelline Vacation
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Rating: NC-17 for sex
Pairing/Fandom: AKB!verse, Misha Collins / Jeremy Sisto; ultimately Adam Lambert/Tommy Ratliff/Jeremy/Misha
A/N: So this is an AU of the RPS AU A Kept Boy 'verse, where slavery remains legal. Canon-wise, Jeremy ends up with different people, but I like the glitter of this particular Happy Ever After. Set 6-7 months after the end of That Middle Road, which you can read off the akb tag on my LJ. Established relationship, kink, polyamory.
They drive back from Jeff’s in relative quiet. Misha would worry, most days. He knows better today.
Jeremy shifts in the driver’s seat. His fingers drum on the steering wheel. His whole body is restless ceaseless motion until they pull onto his (their, Misha thinks, with no small satisfaction) street and see Adam’s slinky black car parked in the driveway. Then Jeremy stops drumming and sits up straighter, darting a look at Misha to see if Misha sees.
Misha hides his smile behind his knuckles.
“You think you’re cute,” Jeremy says.
I know I’m cute, Misha corrects him.
"You're insufferable, is what you are."
Cutely insufferable.
"Yes," Jeremy replies, sounding pained about it.
As soon as they get inside, door’s not even closed yet, Adam is on Jeremy. Pushing at him. Jeremy laughs his breathless laugh, shoving Adam’s hands off him for a second before just letting him have his way. Adam’s getting terribly spoiled.
Misha sidesteps out of their path, admiring the quick easy way Adam gets Jeremy backed up into the wall. He feels the pressure of Tommy’s presence against his back, then Tommy’s sharp chin resting on his shoulder to watch. Dirty little voyeur that he is.
“Show me,” Adam demands, tugging Jeremy’s shirt out of his pants. “Let me see, baby.”
Jeremy scoffs, “you’re such a pushy fucker,” but helps Adam get his pants unbuttoned. The first hint of pink against the gray of Jeremy’s suit, Adam growls his approval; Jeremy rests his head back against the wall.
The panties are all pink silk and foamy black lace. Jeremy’s face, that ecstasy of embarrassment and heat, still hooks around Misha’s heart.
“I can’t believe he fucking called you,” Jeremy mutters, but he manages to sound pleased about it, too. “Jesus, Misha.”
“Oh, please, you believe it,” Adam scoffs. “He can do whatever he wants with you.”
Jeremy turns his head. Meets Misha’s eyes. He says, “Yeah. He can.”
Author:
nilchanceRating: NC-17 for sex
Pairing/Fandom: AKB!verse, Misha Collins / Jeremy Sisto; ultimately Adam Lambert/Tommy Ratliff/Jeremy/Misha
A/N: So this is an AU of the RPS AU A Kept Boy 'verse, where slavery remains legal. Canon-wise, Jeremy ends up with different people, but I like the glitter of this particular Happy Ever After. Set 6-7 months after the end of That Middle Road, which you can read off the akb tag on my LJ. Established relationship, kink, polyamory.
They drive back from Jeff’s in relative quiet. Misha would worry, most days. He knows better today.
Jeremy shifts in the driver’s seat. His fingers drum on the steering wheel. His whole body is restless ceaseless motion until they pull onto his (their, Misha thinks, with no small satisfaction) street and see Adam’s slinky black car parked in the driveway. Then Jeremy stops drumming and sits up straighter, darting a look at Misha to see if Misha sees.
Misha hides his smile behind his knuckles.
“You think you’re cute,” Jeremy says.
I know I’m cute, Misha corrects him.
"You're insufferable, is what you are."
Cutely insufferable.
"Yes," Jeremy replies, sounding pained about it.
As soon as they get inside, door’s not even closed yet, Adam is on Jeremy. Pushing at him. Jeremy laughs his breathless laugh, shoving Adam’s hands off him for a second before just letting him have his way. Adam’s getting terribly spoiled.
Misha sidesteps out of their path, admiring the quick easy way Adam gets Jeremy backed up into the wall. He feels the pressure of Tommy’s presence against his back, then Tommy’s sharp chin resting on his shoulder to watch. Dirty little voyeur that he is.
“Show me,” Adam demands, tugging Jeremy’s shirt out of his pants. “Let me see, baby.”
Jeremy scoffs, “you’re such a pushy fucker,” but helps Adam get his pants unbuttoned. The first hint of pink against the gray of Jeremy’s suit, Adam growls his approval; Jeremy rests his head back against the wall.
The panties are all pink silk and foamy black lace. Jeremy’s face, that ecstasy of embarrassment and heat, still hooks around Misha’s heart.
“I can’t believe he fucking called you,” Jeremy mutters, but he manages to sound pleased about it, too. “Jesus, Misha.”
“Oh, please, you believe it,” Adam scoffs. “He can do whatever he wants with you.”
Jeremy turns his head. Meets Misha’s eyes. He says, “Yeah. He can.”
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