29 Days of Smut 2016
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aftanithA self-imposed challenge of my own creation, running from February 1, 2016 to February 29, 2016. I only plan to start these stories (producing around a thousand words for each), not to finish them within the month.
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[15pairings] indecent exposure | Galen x Frost
Date: 2016-02-01 11:52 am (UTC)Title: Spy
Pairing/Rating: Ares/Rowan + Jack NC-17
Summary: Jack watches Ares/Rowan.
Warnings: nonconsensual voyeurism and the title's a pun
Title: Are You Ready?
Pairing/Rating: Galen/Frost NC-17
Challenge(s): T1-10. indecent exposure [15pairings (http://norienchronicle.livejournal.com/12045.html)]
Summary: Galen tries his hand at tempting Frost.
Are You Ready? [1/?]
Date: 2016-02-09 11:00 am (UTC)Galen had certainly picked up on one thing before Loretta had, and that was the issue of Sparrow. Perhaps the difference was merely that they were married now, or perhaps it was that Loretta had given her young friend some more accurate advice in the past few weeks; Frost had certainly seen the two of them together often enough to entertain the idea of it. Perhaps Loretta, having surely noticed long ago that Sparrow's own preferences skewed more toward Galen than herself, thought the Freed boy might have better luck than she did.
Galen was certainly more persistent than Loretta had been, in any case. Loretta had only gained enough confidence to pursue what she wanted once she had her father's scheming on her side, and she'd given up with surprising ease after the revelation of her part in Octavian's scheming had brought Frost's temporary wrath down upon her. Galen, on the other hand, had at least no such advantage as either Donahue or his own parents' scheming. By all appearances, in fact, the Freeds seemed to have no inkling of their youngest son's obvious ambitions, and for the meanwhile, Frost was content to keep it that way; he still hadn't ruled out the possibility of going through with this. After all, there remained the chance, however slim, that Sparrow might eventually change her mind; the young man might seduce her yet.
On the other hand, Frost rather doubted Galen, as he was now, would have much luck in that department. For all Loretta may or may not have tried to help clue the young man in to status of Frost and Sparrow's relationship, he still didn't seem to quite understand what it meant for his attempted seductions--nor how to go about achieving them. Galen was still rather missing the point, by all appearances still failing to see that Sparrow was more than simply the spouse with whom he would have to make peace if he wanted access to the actual object of his affections. Sparrow, instead, was the key; the moment Sparrow consented to Galen, he could have whatever he wanted of Frost--and not a moment before.
But in the meantime, Galen was still focusing on Frost, his pursuit of Sparrow secondary and unfocused--better than Loretta's initial efforts, of course, but still a long way from anything that would bring him actual success--and yet his antics toward Frost were getting more daring by the day. Lately Galen somehow seemed to be in the Theatre whenever Frost and Sparrow were themselves, and if that meant Galen was spending all his time there on the off chance that the two of them might decide to visit, it only made things more amusing; tonight, Frost had spotted him the moment they'd walked into the dimly-lit room, and the sight that greeted him had brought a faint smirk of amusement to his lips in an instant.
Frost steered Sparrow away from him, determined not to make things too easy for the man, and the two of them settled into a little table in a dark corner at the back of the room, Frost's chair pulled up right beside Sparrow's to keep him within her range. And then he sat back and waited.
It didn't take the man long to spot them, and Frost's smirk widened at the way the young man's posture transformed as his gaze fell upon the two of them. In an instant, all pretense of nonchalance fell away, and Frost watched him work up the courage to head in their direction, slipping into that confident swagger and seductive smile just before he started toward them. Beside Frost, Sparrow followed his gaze, glancing in Galen's direction for just a moment, and Frost was almost sure he saw the faintest flicker of amusement on her face, too.
Are You Ready? [2/?]
Date: 2016-03-04 04:53 am (UTC)At least she didn't seem to mind the young man's antics; that, he supposed, was unexpected enough. Whether it would go any further than that, though, he wasn't willing to guess. Not yet.
In the meantime, Galen approached them with unwavering confidence; while it had seemed to take him a moment to psych himself up for whatever it was he intended to do when he reached them, there was nothing about him now that spoke of any further uncertainty. If nothing else, the young man clearly believed in his ability to seduce them--or perhaps he merely thought that acting like he did would be the first step toward making it true.
To Frost's immense surprise, it was not Galen but Sparrow who spoke first. "Galen," she said, nodding slightly. "This is getting to be a pattern, isn't it? How often are you here these days?"
If he was thrown by her sudden interaction, Galen pretended otherwise. He offered her a smile that he couldn't quite keep from dipping into territory more appropriate of a smirk, and Frost watched her mirror the expression back at the younger man as he wondered what exactly was going on between them tonight. For all Galen was pretending there wasn't anything unusual in Sparrow's willingness to play along tonight, Frost himself was growing only more surprised.
"As often as I can be," the redhead admitted, and his gaze flickered to the chair on the other side of her--not, as Frost would have guessed, the one beside him. Perhaps the kid was learning something after all. "Mind if I sit?"
Rejection would have been the least unexpected thing, but Sparrow seemed in an odd mood tonight--one Frost was beginning to hope he might be able to take advantage of as soon as he could disentangle them both from whatever Galen was scheming tonight. "Be my guest," she answered, and now even Galen looked like he'd been caught off-guard. But he hid it well as he sat down, and Frost inched just a bit closer to his wife, hoping to give the young man a subtle reminder that he had best not go too far. Just because Sparrow seemed willing to indulge him right now didn't mean he should push his luck.
"I'm surprised I keep running into the two of you here, as a matter of fact," the young man continued once he'd taken his seat beside her, and Frost was acutely aware of just how close the other man had pulled his chair to hers. "I'd been told the Chancellor rarely attended the Theatre."
Sparrow was looking away from him, her eyes on Galen with the back of her head facing Frost, but he could see her posture change nonetheless, just the subtlest stiffening in the muscles of her back and shoulders--and then the faintest sag. "A lot's changed in the past year."
To his credit, Galen at least had the sense to look sympathetic. "Of course," he said, a certain gentleness to his voice that didn't quite ring true. "Perhaps I shouldn't have brought it up?"
"You didn't."
Her tone was dismissive, but it seemed neither Frost nor Galen could tell what exactly that attitude was directed toward; whether she was trying to pardon or condemn him, they couldn't tell, and Frost watched Galen glance over her shoulder, his eyes meeting Frost's for a fleeting moment before flickering back to Sparrow. "I apologize anyway," he said. "I'm sure everyone's thrilled to have you here, whatever the reason for the change."
"Some more than others," Sparrow replied, and the growing undercurrent of uncertainty on Galen's face was beginning to amuse. "Why have you been coming here so often, then, if you don't mind my asking?"
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Date: 2016-02-10 03:24 am (UTC)Note: The concept for this one kind of changed from part one to part three. I intended for it to be Frost/Galen centric, but it's since morphed into Galen/Kieran + Frost/Sparrow.
Are You Ready? [3/?]
Date: 2016-04-06 03:39 am (UTC)If Galen didn't believe her, he gave no sign of it. He merely smiled at her, coy as a young man could be, and said, "Same as everyone else, I'd wager. To relax, and to have fun."
Sparrow hummed softly. "You know, in the three years I've been here, I don't think I've actually had any fun in this room."
Galen grinned like he thought she was playing a game with him, and perhaps she was; but whatever Sparrow was up to, Frost rather doubted it was as good for him as Galen seemed to think. "I find that hard to believe. Surely the rest of the Circle has something to offer you. Kieran Bell, for instance."
To Frost's surprise, Sparrow only laughed. He watched her uncertainly, now growing sincerely curious about what it was that she was doing tonight; as far as he knew, Sparrow didn't think much of Bell, and he had thought she'd respond to mention of him almost as unenthusiastically as she would any other reminder of Simon. Instead, she seemed perfectly at ease.
"What about him?"
"Well," Galen said, "the way he tells it, he had quite a bit of fun with the both of you. Though perhaps he isn't as good as he says he is? You haven't had him back in a while, after all, have you?"
Frost found himself watching Sparrow's back closely, eyes searching for a single sign of discomfort; oddly, he still found none, and so he let Galen keep going, perhaps in spite of his better judgement. He wanted to know where this was going as surely as the younger man did.
"No, we haven't," Sparrow answered evenly. "But that wasn't because he disappointed us--and it also never happened here."
Galen smiled as if he'd gotten exactly what he'd wanted from her, and Frost felt the faintest stab of suspicion. The man was up to something as surely as Sparrow herself was, and he had a feeling Galen's motives were far more decipherable than his wife's. "Why not?"
"And give these voyeurs a show?"
Galen hummed. "Shy, then?"
"Let's go with that."
"What a pity. I'm sure that comes as a disappointment to all these voyeurs."
"Oh, I'm sure it does," Sparrow agreed, the faintest hint of something a bit less than friendly in her tone. Whether it was meant to discourage Galen or simply directed at the aforementioned voyeurs, he couldn't tell; either way, he inched just a bit closer to her until their chairs were close enough for him to slide an arm around her waist. To his surprise, she leaned into him in a slight but unmistakable movement, and still he wondered what exactly had gotten into her tonight. He had half a mind to try getting rid of Galen himself, if only so he could ask her.
But Sparrow was far from done with him, it seemed. "You, though," she said, her eyes on Galen, "you're not shy at all, are you?"
Now the young man's gaze was locked upon her own, his eyes boring into ears as if eh was trying to figure out exactly what she was getting at--what she wanted him to do, and if doing it would actually help to get him what he wanted. "Not a bit," he agreed, and then Frost watched his gaze flicker away again, but this time it didn't fall upon him. Instead, it went straight past him and to the crowd beyond their little corner.
"No," he said, turning back to her finally, "I'm definitely not. Far from it." He offered her another smile, one he clearly thought was innocent but failed to be anything such. "In fact, I actually wanted to ask you: are you done with Bell?"
Though he still couldn't see her from his angle, Frost could perfectly picture the roll of her eyes that Sparrow must have been giving Galen right then. "Does it matter?" she asked. "It's not like I have some claim to him; you can still fuck him even if he's fucking us. Or do you have something against sharing?"
Frost watched Galen's eyes light up as Sparrow said those words, and now Frost was sure Galen thought he was getting exactly what he wanted from her; and from the way Sparrow was talking, Frost was beginning to suspect the boy might actually be right.
Are You Ready [4/?]
Date: 2016-04-29 12:07 pm (UTC)"Be my guest," Sparrow said with a shrug. "I'm certainly not here to stop you from fucking anyone. So long as they're willing, of course."
Frost glanced at her again; there was no way in the world that the double meaning to her words wasn't on purpose. She was playing with him, and he almost couldn't believe his ears.
But whatever she was up to, Galen seemed to have a plan of his own now. He grinned at her--Frost couldn't tell if he'd missed the implications of her answer or if he was merely choosing not to press them at the moment--and then, much to Frost's surprise, he was up and moving, practically leaping from his chair and darting off to parts unknown. Apparently, he was either vastly more interested in Kieran Bell than Frost assumed him to be (unlikely), or else he was determined to draw him into whatever scheme he was hatching behind those bright green eyes.
Frost leaned over to his wife, pleased at least with having gotten her alone for a moment, and murmured, "You're taunting the poor boy."
Sparrow laughed. "No, I'm not," she protested, turning to face him with a tiny smile that actually had his heart fluttering, like he was a fucking teenager. But it was astounding, really; if she wasn't just taunting him, she was tempting him, and that meant she was actually considering it. Perhaps their time with Kieran hadn't been such an anomaly after all.
"Then what are you doing?" he asked softly, wondering if he should actually dare hope for the answer he wanted to hear.
She leaned into him, just slightly, and her hand moved up to brush her fingers against his jawline. "You like him, don't you?"
Oh, this was going exactly where he wanted. "Do you?"
She scoffed, apparently unimpressed at having her own question turned back on her unanswered. "He certainly likes us, doesn't he? Or he likes you, at the very least."
"You heard him, Sparrow," he reminded her. "He doesn't mind sharing."
Sparrow rolled her eyes. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Us sharing you?"
He did, of course. Even thought of it was turning him on, right here in the middle of the Theatre... but that wasn't what Sparrow wanted to hear. "You know I'm not going to neglect you, love. And I won't let him, either." She shrugged, dismissive, and the part of him that wasn't immediately crestfallen by the sight of it was suddenly devoted to swaying her to reconsider. "I didn't let Loretta neglect you, did I? She wanted me more than she ever wanted you, and so she did each and every thing I said just so she could have me."
"You plan to order him to fuck me?"
"Of course not," Frost said, backpedaling quickly. He should've known she'd take that the wrong way. "I plan to give him some extra incentive to make our encounter, should we have one, whatever you want it to be."
"Do you want him, Frost?" Sparrow asked again, her voice quiet as her eyes flickered to look at something behind his head. Galen returning, he suspected. "Do you want to fuck him with me?"
How could he possibly say no? "Yes," he whispered. "If you want to, absolutely."
She actually smiled at him, soft and sweet and so utterly promising, and then she shifted out of her chair and into his lap, and his arms were around her in an instant as she leaned against his chest. "Soon, then--provided he doesn't fuck up somehow."
Frost wondered vaguely if he'd somehow failed to realize that he was actually dreaming and asleep; surely this was all going too well to be true? "And if he does?"
"Then we'll find someone else."
Are You Ready [5/?]
Date: 2016-05-16 11:59 pm (UTC)Frost leaned down just slightly, his lips brushing against Sparrow's ear. He felt her shiver--a pleasant one, he knew--and murmured even quieter than before, "The boy's putting on a show for you, you realize?"
Sparrow spoke softly, but her response wasn't as near-silent as what had prompted it; Galen glanced in their direction, obviously eager for a sign of their approval, as she answered, "Of course, Frost."
He kept his voice just above inaudible as he went on; this conversation was for them. "You like what you see?"
She laughed very quietly, titling her head back to glance at him. "Of course, Frost."
He couldn't help himself; even though he was sure by now that half the Circle probably had their eyes locked onto whatever the hell they thought was going on their dark little corner of the room, he didn't care at all about adding fuel to the fire at this point. There was nothing to be done for it anyway, after all; right now, they were particularly cosy with a man everyone knew they had slept with and another whom everyone knew was trying to fuck them, and with those two men currently fucking each other while Frost and Sparrow looked on like unabashed voyeurs, there was no stopping the inevitable rumors now.
So, no, Frost couldn't help himself. He took Sparrow's chin in hand and pulled her face to his, forcing her to turn to accommodate the kiss. But she kept turning, just as he'd hoped she would, until she was no longer look in the two younger men's direction at all, her attention fully fixed upon Frost himself. He couldn't pretend he wasn't pleased with the way she kissed him then; he wasn't quite sure if it was actually because of what Galen and Kieran were doing in the next chair over or if it was simply the promise of what they would likely do with Galen themselves before long, but she kissed him then with more passion than he could ever recall receiving from her while under the scrutinizing gaze of the Circle, biting teasingly at his lower lip, sucking at it and his tongue, slipping her own into his mouth, and still smiling faintly all the while. She clearly knew exactly what she was doing--clearly understood just what kind of show she was putting on for Galen and all the rest of them--and her hand slid up the bare skin of the back of his neck before her fingers threaded into the back of and tugged gently at the base of his skull.
If he hadn't been hard before, he certainly was now.
"I--" he almost gasped when she finally let him break the kiss, "--am going to fuck the hell out of you when we get upstairs. Fucking war, I don't know what's gotten into you, but I never want to see it go."
He realized after the words had left his tongue that perhaps they hadn't been the best to use; but rather than take any offense to what he'd said, as he'd rather been expected, she merely made a small, unimpressed but oddly amused noise, and leaned forward to nuzzle against his jawline before her lips moved upward and her teeth closed gently around his earlobe.
He suppressed his groan but could do nothing to fight the surge of arousal, and at this point, he was starting to think it an actual struggle to resist simply picking her up and carrying her back upstairs, spectators and propriety be damned. "Is that not how you always fuck me, Frost?" she asked him quietly, breath hot against his ear.
"This isn't how you always fuck me, though."