brain, honey, the plot generator? turn it OFF

[bedlamsbard]

Oh, shit, plot. For the thing I am not writing. Actually, said plot manages to combine both the things I'm not writing, with that character who is a hallucination.

It manages to be epic romance, epic tragedy, and two (or three?) different AUs AT ONCE.

Of course, I am not writing it. Because it does not exist. Because that character is a hallucination.

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[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

*looks cutely at you*

and you know what we do with pretty mental images...

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

*innocent* Wish I knew how to use Photoshop?

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

and what do we do in the absence of photoshopping skills?

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Hope and dream?

(No, seriously, I'm trying to write three separate commentfios at the moment and watch the Olympics.)

Peter twines his fingers with Caspian's and puts their joined hands on Peta's breast. "She likes this," he whispers in his ear. "Put your mouth on her."

"Kiss him first," Peta orders as he starts to bend his head to her breast, and Caspian turns his head to meet Peter's mouth with his.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

Bwhaaha. Poor Caspian, bein' ordered around from both sides.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

I know. He's so put-upon.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

I suspect this is all going to become very intimidating for caspian, very soon...

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Peter and Peta? Oh, hell yeah.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

(should I direct you to the thread where realpestilence and I were thrashing out what sort of materials you could use to manufacture narnian dildos?)

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

*faintly* No, realpestilence already did that and I was suitably traumatized.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

Betcha Caspian would be traumatised, too.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

*traumatized* Let's go back to Peter/Caspian/Peta!

Caspian sucks Peta's nipple into his mouth, and over his head, he hears the wet sound of Peter and Peta kissing. Behind him, Peter rocks his hips against Caspian's buttocks, reaching around to curve his arm around both Caspian and Peta as he slides his palm down Peta's back. He feels Peta's chuckle reverberate against her mouth, then one of her smoothly callused hands is on his cock, guiding him into her.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

oh, well, if you insist.

;)

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Peter drops his head and kisses his shoulder, then raises it and kisses Peta again. He curves his hand around Peta's buttocks and pulls her close, forcing Caspian deeper inside her, and Peta gasps, rolling her hips to change the angle. Peter moves against Caspian, adding to his forward momentum and making him hiss in shock. Peta wraps her legs around both their hips, hooking her ankles behind Peter's thighs.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

*listens attentively*

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

I, um, fast-forward?


"And here I am without my lockpicks," Peter says, sounding bemused as he tests the cuffs binding him to the headboard.

"Conveniently," Peta says, "I have a key. And picks," she adds, "but maybe we'll save those for later." She leans down and kisses him on the forehead, then drapes herself across the couch in the corner of the room, drawing one hand up thoughtfully between her bare breasts. "What are you waiting for, Caspian?" she asks. "Go and kiss him for me, will you?"

Caspian has to kneel on the bed to kiss Peter properly, the High King's mouth eager beneath his, and he's unprepared for Peter to twist his hips and hook his legs around Caspian's, throwing him off balance and tumbling down on Peter, who grunts a little as he gets most of Caspian's weight on him.

"Not so quickly, Peter," Peta says, as calmly as if they're at tea rather than in a locked bedroom. Caspian glances over to see that she's rubbing her nipple idly with one hand, the other tracing patterns on her thigh. "I have silk ropes too if I have to tie your feet."

"You don't sound entirely opposed to the idea," Peter observes, a little more strain in that voice than in hers. Except for the pitch, they could be the same.

"And you seem entirely too excited about it," Peta returns. "Keep kissing him, Caspian, and pretend I'm not here."

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

oh, WOW. This is devious.

(It occurs to me that there must be more than smut going on here... I was thinking maybe there were contesting over who had the better claim to Caspian, but now I think they're testing whether Caspian has a better claim to either of them than the other does...)

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

(I don't even know which Peta and Peter this is. Not angstverse Peta and Peter, anyway, but a 'verse where they both coexist or something -- God, I don't know. This is PC!Caspian, anyway, or at most VotDT!Caspian. Huh, I wonder if this isn't a Peta!verse Caspian confronted with Peter. I don't know. Irrelevent in the face of porn!)

Pretend I'm not here. Easier said than done, even with Peter beneath him, kissing him back as though there really isn't anyone in the room. Thoughtfully, Caspian runs his hands up Peter's straining arms, feeling the muscle there, and keeps kissing Peter, moving his hips in infinitely small rotations as Peter arches up slightly, hoping the movements are too small to attract Peta's attention.

Peter bites his lower lip sharply to get his attention and strokes the bottom of one foot down the back of Caspian's calf; the feel of it goes straight to his groin. Peter shifts his hips to rub against Caspian's cock, thighs falling open a little in invitation as Caspian settles between them. He runs one hand down Peter's body from wrist to hip, feeling the tension tight beneath his palm, and curls his fingers around the base of Peter's cock.

Peter doesn't stop kissing him, but he moans into Caspian's mouth, head tilting back against the pillow. Caspian moves his hand up and down a few times, rubbing his thumb over the head, and then finds a rhythm he likes. Peter's hips arch off the bed with every stroke and his gasps into Caspian's mouth grow more and more ragged.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

(Oh, I could tell this wasn't the same Peta and Peter... but they clearly have *something* going between them...)

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

(That something would be Caspian. Oh, wait...we're not talking literally here?)

"Stop," Peta says abruptly, her voice a little throatier now, less even. Caspian raises his head from Peter's swollen mouth to see her with her knees spread, one hand working between her thighs. "Come here, Caspian."

"Wait," Peter says as Caspian moves to obey. He catches Caspian's mouth with his own, a messy, graceless kiss that nevertheless goes straight to Caspian's already painfully hard cock.

"I'm waiting," Peta drawls, and Caspian crawls off the bed, palming Peter as he goes. He leans in to kiss her, but she pushes him away, one hand flat against his chest, and says, "Kiss me here," spreading her thighs wider in invitation and tangling her hands in his hair.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

also, you're really making up for all those years of fade-to-black, aren't you? anyone would think you *like* writing pron :P

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Well, I've certainly read enough of it. and hey, I'm actually legal now.

Dude, lightning outside my window!

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

*Sigh* Other people clearly have much more interesting teenage years than I ever did... I'd never laid eyes on teh pron until a few months ago.

It does amuse me when sixteen year olds rate their stuff 'hard R'. If they can cope with writing it, presumably other sixteen year olds can cope with reading it...

Actually lightning? Cool!

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

HAHAHA!!! And *you* get it from both sides, too! *rotflmao*

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

*weeps*