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[PART EIGHT]
sorry about the delay in getting this up! please put all new prompts here.

THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME


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GENERAL RULES;

IMPORTANT: please DO NOT post prompts about any non-public people as part of a prompt. for example: randi zuckerberg is fine as she is a public figure both on the internet and on facebook itself. priscilla chan is NOT as she is not a public figure.

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♥ one pairing/prompt per comment please.
♥ you are encouraged to try and write a prompt for every request you make.
♥ we are slash, femslash, het, three-and-moresomes etc. friendly. (we are even incest friendly what with some of our characters being twins and all...)
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♥ long and short fics welcome. multiple responses encouraged!
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FORMAT OF PROMPTS;


♥ alphabetize pairings/threesomes/moresomes. (e.g. Eduardo/Mark/Sean etc.)
♥ put [RPF] before RPF prompts. (e.g. [RPF] Andrew/Jesse)
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PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING;

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[RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha

(Anonymous)
Andrew decides to surprise Jesse by paying him a visit in his dressing room after Asuncion and walks in on him and Justin fucking in front of the mirror. Cue jealous voyeurism that leads to Andrew basically going in and face-fucking Jesse while he's still getting fucked by Justin.

minfill 1/2 [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha

(Anonymous)
Andrew has brought flowers -- a bit of a rubbish cliche, but only just. They are slightly camp, large red Gerbera daisies, which Emma had sniffed in the flower district and raspily called 'charming.'

So he bought those, and brought them, and they sat on his lap before the lights went down, and then under his chair, and then under his arm waiting in the lobby, and then in one hand steadily wilting in the noise of a pub around the corner.

"Why isn't he here yet, Em?" he asks, eyes darting to the door over a cautious sip of his lager.

"Jesus, Garfield," she says, pulling the gnawed on straw from her mouth and putting it back, grossly, into her melting margarita, "Go back over there, I'm getting another," and she scuttles off to stand by the end, where the bartender serves her right away, not because she is famous, but because she is pretty.

Andrew drinks the remainder of his pint as he is heading for the door, and sets it on the small table next to the doorguy on his way out.

There are people milling around the theater, still, but the house manager tells him that Jesse has already signed his autographs and is back in his dressing room,

"Is it all right?" he asks, pointing with his eyebrows.

"No problem," she tells him, "I know how much he's been looking forward to you seeing the play."

The thing is that Andrew, well, he waited a long time to see the play, but he was busy, and there were things going on, and really, very very busy. Quite busy, these days, he is telling himself just as he is planning to tell Jesse with the flowers and words that are not simply an explanation, but an apology, of sorts --

"Shit," Jesse squawks, from the other side of the door, "shit shit shit shit shit."

Andrew's grip tightens around the flower stems and he pushes the door open, fearing that a crazed fan made their way into his dressing room, or a stalker paparazzo, a serial killer, a mugger, whatever --

Andrew is prepared to burst into the room and heroically rescue Jesse from whatever he needs to be rescued from, but, when he wrenches the door open the only thing confronting him is the bare ass of a man facing the wall opposite.

"Bite my neck, baby," comes a nasal voice, loud enough to carry, "You're being so loud, they can probably hear you in the booth."

Andrew drops the flowers.

Sweet Jesse, his Jesse (not really his Jesse), funny, wry, charming, sneaky, innocent, silly, brilliant Jesse has his legs wrapped around his co-star, his heels in their purple socks clamped tight around one another, his hands laced behind Justin's neck, and he is sinking his teeth into Justin's neck as Justin snaps his hips and fucks Jesse into the wall.

"You like that?" he drawls in Jesse's ear.

Andrew knows he needs to get the fuck out of there right the fuck now, and he can and will, and should, but at that precise moment his phone chimes with a text, and then a second text and Jesse, from across the room, opens his eyes.

Re: minfill 1/2 [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha

(Anonymous)
"Bite my neck, baby," comes a nasal voice, loud enough to carry, "You're being so loud, they can probably hear you in the booth."

jesus fucking christ, this is so hot.

minfill 2/3 [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha

(Anonymous)
Those blue eyes pop open and Andrew's stomach feels like ice. Jesse clamps his mouth shut and pokes Justin's shoulder, insistently, even as Justin is still moving, harsh and graceful, and Jesse whines and whispers something in his ear, and at that moment Justin stops moving (mostly) and turns his head around and Andrew is 99.97 percent sure he is going to die, right there.

He holds up his phone, dumbly, and says "text," and then picks up the flowers from the floor and holds them up as well and says, "flowers," and Jesse nods at him tightly, once, twice, and then his head falls back with involuntary pleasure when Justin drives into him yet again, with Andrew standing right there, with Andrew watching (why the hell, why on earth is he watching?) and says, offhanded, like he's not balls-deep inside Andrew's best friend, "Are you gonna come the fuck in, or fuck off?"

"Erm," Andrew coughs.

"Shut the door, either way, would you?" Justin tosses off with a roll of his hips. Jesse's eyes loll back in his head.

Andrew shuts the door; and when he shuts it, he realizes that he has shut it and that he is on the inside of it.

Justin is strong, and he keeps Jesse lifted around him as he walks them to the couch against the back wall. He lays Jesse down on it lengthwise and then takes a step back.

"You staying?" he asks, his voice low.

Andrew cannot stop looking at Jesse and thinking about what he has just seen.

His fingers are sweaty on the phone in his hand and Justin says, silkily, "Text her first, and then I'll let you finish him off."

At that Jesse whimpers pathetically.

Andrew sends the text, cryptic and hurried, which is good because Justin is tugging Jesse's legs around to one side of the couch and positioning himself between them.

"Shit," Jesse repeats, as Justin sets a pace.

"You coming?" Justin asks, pointedly ignoring Jesse's breathless cursing.

He is hard, of course, but it is not just that which pulls him further into the room.

"Turn his head."

Andrew does so, and when Jesse looks up at him, eyes full of want, lips parted, hair in wild tendrils it is a rush of everything he never knew he wanted.

"You wanna suck Andrew, kid?" Justin says, and Jesse instinctively opens his mouth.

Justin laughs.

"Go on," he urges, slowing his pace until Andrew has unzipped his jeans and Jesse has reached both hands out for his hips and taken him in like, Jesus, sideways. He does not wait too long, and Jesse's eyes start to water and damn if Andrew doesn't feel bad about that but he also feels incredibly good.

"Shit," he breathes out, "shit."

"Most boring dirty talk I ever heard," Justin drawls. He thrusts harder into Jesse, who sucks on Andrew deep and dirty. Andrew has to stare intently at the frayed fabric corner of the couch, a rusty brown and orange plaid, because just past that in his line of vision is Jesse's lips wrapped tight around his dick, his own cock swollen, Jesse's mouth red with abuse, and saliva smeared across his cheeks and lips, at times wet and hot, others tacky and sticky.


Re: minfill 3/3 [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha

(Anonymous)
"You want a load on your face, Jess?" Justin asks him; and he pulls back just enough with deeply hollowed cheeks to nod. The head of Andrew's cock slips nearly out of his mouth and he catches it with pursed lips before sliding his lips back down.

"Shit," Andrew says again.

"For fuck's sake," Justin says, "Pull out and come on his face."

Andrew pulls out and his hand meets Jesse's on his dick and together they pull him off as instructed, a small puddle resting in the hollow of Jesse's cheek which inches towards his neck as he leans back and chants, "shit, shit, shit," and Justin says, "I'm gonna come in your ass now, baby, you want that?" and Andrew is watching, transfixed, as Justin lifts Jesse up off the couch and fucks a hollow-sounding orgasm out of him.

His phone beeps twice more, but he does not even look at it.

Justin leans over and with a wet slurping sound, sucks the come off Jesse's cheek, and then, but not before giving Andrew a leer, spits a ribbon of spunk into Jesse's upturned mouth before kissing him.

The phone beeps again.

"Better get that," Justin observes, "Or you're gonna be in for it."

Andrew is massively confused, though he knows Justin is right.

He leaves them like that, leaves in a bluster, his fly half done up, to go outside and call Emma from the safety of the street. The flowers he tosses in the nearest trash can.

Re: minfill 3/3 [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha

Oh my god. Oh my god. Coherent sentences escape me at the moment. This is ridiculously hot. Bartha is so hot I may actually die. I'm sure I should tell you more and better things, but I really can't think of words right now. Thanks for filling this!

yet more minifill 1/? [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha - (Anonymous), 2011-11-20 04:11 am (UTC)(Expand)
yet more minifill 2/? [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha - (Anonymous), 2011-11-20 04:50 am (UTC)(Expand)
yet more minifill 3/? [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha - (Anonymous), 2011-11-20 05:06 am (UTC)(Expand)
yet more minifill 4/4 [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha - (Anonymous), 2011-11-20 05:15 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: yet more minifill 4/4 [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha - (Anonymous), 2011-11-20 05:32 pm (UTC)(Expand)

Re: minfill 3/3 [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha

(Anonymous)
Wow. That was ... wow. I love everything about this. My coherency has gone out the window. MORE PLEASE!

Re: minfill 3/3 [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha

Thanks for the sexual frustration.

Hot damn.

Re: minfill 3/3 [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha

uufnnghhh. god, i love bartha. i do. I DO SO VERY MUCH. please just write more of them, fuck andrew, i mean really, who gives a shit. OR HAVE BARTHA FUCK ANDREW LITERALLY BECAUSE HOT. THREESOMES ALSO GOOD. nommmm


op here!! :' - (Anonymous), 2011-11-16 11:52 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: op here!! :' - (Anonymous), 2011-11-16 11:59 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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(the fourth bit 1/2) [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha

(Anonymous)
(this ot3 seems to be invading my brain)

And so it happens that the next time Andrew sees Jesse he does not bother with the pretense of the theatre and goes to Justin's on a Tuesday evening, because that is where Jesse will be, and Andrew wants to see him.

He thinks about the sex -- it would be impossible not to think of it, because it is so beyond the realm of what he normally does (the girl on top hands entwined and her thighs bracketing his own) -- so far from that experience that it does not feel like infidelity.

Jesse buzzes him up when he arrives, and when he opens the door it is just the two of them.

"Where's Justin?" Andrew asks, unwinding his scarf and then looking for a place to put it. The table, he decides, and takes his coat off and puts it over the back of a chair.

"He went to get rolling papers, and beer," Jesse answers, walking into the front room.

"He didn't send you?" Andrew jokes. He cuts the joke off there because Jesse shoots him a funny look and says, "Why would he?"

"Because," Andrew stammers, "You just -- like if he -- and you --"

"Succinct," Jesse says, turning to face Andrew on the couch.

Andrew looks at his shoes, hands between his knees.

"It's not like that," Jesse says, moving his hand to Andrew's knee.

"No?"

"No," he continues, "he takes, well - care of me."

The door opens and Justin enters. Andrew notices that Jesse stands up a microfraction when he does.

"We seem to be seeing a lot of you, Andrew," Justin says, nudging the case of beer into the fridge and then pulling out two.

Andrew bristles at this, this we.

"Thought we'd get caught up," he remarks.

Justin laughs and sits down on the armchair next to the couch.

"Is that what we're calling it?" he says, handing a beer over to Andrew, who takes it gladly, glad to occupy his hands, even though they are sweaty.

There are a few minutes of small talk, rumors of travel to the Philippines.

"So," Justin says, reaching for a cigar box, "we should celebrate."

"With weed?" Jesse asks, and Justin pats his knee.

"You up for it?" he asks, and Jesse says, "Yeah, sure. Okay."

Justin says, "Awesomesauce," and rolls them a joint.

~

It started out normal enough, the ritual of puffing and passing, but when Jesse had the joint he froze, uncertain.

"Again?" Justin said, exasperated.

"I forgot," Jesse said, rolling his fingers around the damp end.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Justin said, snatching the joint back and shoving it between his lips, sucking deeply with hollowed cheeks and then pulling it out with one hand and grabbing the front of Jesse's shirt with the other hand, blowing the smoke into his mouth and not quite kissing him.

Jesse coughed and sneezed twice in a row and then he started giggling and hasn't really shut up since.

~

He has babbled about anything and everything, occasionally allowing Justin to slowly exhale more into his mouth.

The last time he does not cough at all.

Jesse licks his lips until they are swollen.

Andrew finds himself looking at Jesse's mouth, which is not unusual for him.

Justin hands Andrew the flicking butt of the joint and creaks out, "You do it this time."

Andrew positions his fingers so they will burn minimally and sucks through his teeth on the paper as Jesse watches, wide-eyed.

He holds his breath and puts the end down in the ashtray, willing himself not to exhale until he covers Jesse's mouth with his own, and he parts his lips with his tongue and breathes out, a hot rush of smoke and the hot press of tongue and warm heat coils in his stomach.

Andrew buries his head in Jesse's shoulder and inhales the smell of him.

"You look good together," Justin observes, standing up to get another beer.

Andrew runs his hands all over Jesse, letting his fingers explore every knob of his spine and bump on his head. Justin returns with his beer and stands over them, watching as they kiss, as Jesse is touched.

"Come to the bedroom," he says, voice gruff. When Andrew twists his head he can see the line of his cock in his cargo pants, pressing out the canvas.

Jesse stands up, holding Andrew's hand, and takes him through to the bedroom.

Justin sprawls on the bed and says, lazily, "Undress one another."

(the fourth bit 2/2) [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha

(Anonymous)
Andrew gasps when Jesse's fingers find their way under his shirt.

Jesse whimpers when Andrew cups his arse under his jeans.

Andrew yelps when Jesse palms his erection through his underwear.

Jesse hisses when Andrew, almost on impulse, tugs one of his nipples between his teeth.

"Do that again," Justin intones, like he doesn't give a shit at all. However, he has his fly open and his hand is moving steadily up and down, so he gives, Andrew figures, at least a little bit of a shit.

He does it again, each side, until Jesse's pecs are slick with saliva and indented with bite marks.

"Come over here," Justin growls, pulling his own clothes off into a messy heap. Jesse practically dives for the bed, whereas Andrew follows more slowly.

"On your stomach," he says, and Jesse promptly lies down with his cheek against the mattress. Andrew ducks his head down and finds himself kissing Jesse once more.

He moans around the kiss, and Andrew breaks away to see that it is Justin's head between his legs that has caused him to moan like this.

Andrew assumes Justin will be the one to fuck Jesse, so he concentrates on the kissing, on learning the shape and taste of Jesse's mouth, and when Jesse sounds like he is coming and Andrew is sucking a hard kiss under his ear Justin says, "Come on, he's so ripe for it now."

Jesse is, as Justin put it, ripe to be fucked. His arsehole is gaping, pink and slick with spit from Justin's mouth, and Andrew says, "What, me?" and Justin says, "If you don't want to I sure as shit will," and slaps one side of Jesse's arse which wiggles, delightfully, despite him being so thin.

"No," he says, resolute, "no, I want to."

Justin hands him a condom, a lubed condom and he rolls it on shakily. He waits, just feeling himself a hair inside Jesse, and it is immense, overwhelming, stupidly fucking hot.

"Come on," Justin says, "go for it."

Andrew pushes in, Justin's murmurs to him and to Jesse in equal parts arousing and infuriating.

"That's it," he says, from near Andrew's ear, "Fuck that tight ass."

And to Jesse, "You like that, baby? Is it as big as mine? How's that feel?"

It is Justin who talks, too, when Jesse starts to come, and Justin who tugs on Jesse's dick until he is close but not quite there, and Justin who holds him steady as Andrew comes, as well.

Andrew pulls out, and Jesse practically lunges for Justin's dick, closing his mouth and bobbing his head desperately. Justin scratches at his scalp and says, "You want to come now, like this?" and Jesse nods from under wet eyelashes, and Justin commands Andrew "Touch him, then," and Andrew licks a stripe up his palm and finds a grip and it is a matter of moments before Jesse is coming in his hand.

Justin pulls out, no doubt on purpose, and Jesse's eyelashes get wetter and whiter when he does.

Justin rolls Jesse onto his back and he uses Jesse's discarded t-shirt to wipe him clean.

"Gorgeous," he says, and Andrew silently agrees.


Re: (the fourth bit 2/2) [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha

Anon, you have become my favorite person. All of this is beyond what I dreamed it would be. This threesome has invaded my brain and refuses to let go. If you just continued to write this forever I wouldn't mind. :) But really, thanks for filling this. You make my day when you update! ♥

Re: (the fourth bit 2/2) [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha

(Anonymous)
Never stop. Never. Stop.

Re: (the fourth bit 2/2) [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha

omgomgomgogm om nom nom nom nom so ridiculous justin is such a smug little perfect hot asshole

(the fifth bit 1/?) [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha

(Anonymous)
For all that week Andrew is lost in replaying how gorgeous that all was, and he can hear Justin drawling in Jesse's ear, "You're so beautiful, baby" -- he hears it so often, in fact, that it drowns out the words of real people who occupy his same space, so much so that even Emma asks him over and over again what the problem is.

"No," he ekes out, his eyes looking at her but his mind entirely elsewhere, "No, nothing. Nothing's wrong, sorry, sorry."

"Okay," she says, leaning over to give him a goodbye kiss, "I'll see you at Balthazar around nine-ish?"

"Mhhmph," he says, not wanting to pull away. He grabs at her coat lapel and she laughs with that lovely toss of ginger hair and says, "Bye," and he says, "bye," and then she shuts the door.

He watches some television. He tries to read a script, and when that does not work he decides to go to the gym.

The gym is in the basement, and he is on his way down there when the door opens in the lobby and he decides, on impulse, that he will just go for a run instead. It is not too cold, he figures, and the park will be lovely, the leaves dropping into cold gray and brown, patches and flecks of red still hanging about.

Running south, through the park, he tries to empty his head.

There is a whole lot of stuff, right now, in his head.

Two whole years of Justin and Jesse fucking in his head.

It makes him feel sick and it makes him lose focus.

Because he finds it so hot, and he feels so bloody guilty.

For what he has done, and wants to keep doing, but without stupid nasal stupid confident stupid Justin there.

He finds himself veering south and west.

Through Soho and then Chelsea he runs.

Until he is panting at a stoop he has been to a few times, but whose address he has memorized, and he rings the bell and when Jesse says "Hello?" with a quizzical tone because he is not expecting anyone, let alone expecting Andrew, that he starts to panic and babble and finally gets out, "Jess, Jesse, it's Andrew. Can I - can I come up?"

There is no response, but the buzzer sounds.

Andrew goes upstairs three flights, to the rear flat where the door is ajar. He pokes his head in.

"Hello?" he says.

"Open," says Jesse.

Andrew steps in and shuts the door.

Jesse comes into the front room, blinking sleep from his eyes.

"Shit, I'm sorry. You were asleep. Were you asleep? I can come back, I should come back --"

"--Andrew," Jesse starts.

"--I'll come back, it was nothing, I was just out for a run and wanted to see if you wanted to, I don't know, talk -- or coffee, or drink, a drink. Something. You -- I --"

"Andrew," Jesse says, levelly, "Do you want some tea or something?"

"That would be lovely," Andrew says, his innate Englishness relaxing at the thought of a cuppa. "Thanks. Cheers. Ta."

Jesse gives Andrew a funny look and says, "Hang out on the couch, I'll just be a minute."

Andrew settles himself on the couch and looks around the room, and then his phone, before thumbing through the mail on the coffee table.

"Here," Jesse says, handing him a cup with a bag still floating in it. Andrew takes a grateful sip but coughs immediately in surprise.

"Blech," he says, peering down into the cup.

"It's peppermint and ginger," Jesse offers, helpfully. "I thought it might help settle your nerves."

For a second he contemplates acting indignant.

"Nerves?"

"Andrew."

"Yeah, okay."

"I'm right here," Jesse says, reaching for his hand, "Talk to me."

Andrew takes another sip of his not-tea and shudders, because it still tastes terrible but at least the bad taste is expected, and he asks his cup, "Why is it all so complicated?"

"It's not," Jesse supplies. "It's really not."

"Isn't it?" he says, sadly, "Because I'm pretty fucking sure it is."

"You worry too much," Jesse says, smoothly, taking the cup from Andrew's hands and putting it on the coffee table. He rubs Andrew's knee, and then higher up his knee, and then his knee again, and then he nudges his chin under Andrew's own, like a particularly cheeky feline, and opens his mouth against Andrew's and sighs.

(the fifth bit 2/) [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha - (Anonymous), 2011-12-02 05:37 am (UTC)(Expand)
(the fifth bit 3/3) [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha - (Anonymous), 2011-12-05 02:41 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: (the fifth bit 3/3) [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha - (Anonymous), 2011-12-05 09:31 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: (the fifth bit 3/3) [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha - (Anonymous), 2011-12-06 03:47 am (UTC)(Expand)
Re: (the fifth bit 3/3) [RPF] Andrew/Jesse/Justin Bartha - (Anonymous), 2011-12-06 10:26 pm (UTC)(Expand)