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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Avery/Rylan/Jackson sex pollen
Date: 2016-02-01 11:54 am (UTC)Pairing/Rating: Avery/Rylan/Jackson NC-17
Summary: Avery, Rylan, and Jackson are exposed to something--be it a chemical, a spell, or a creature--that works, for all intents and purposes, as sex pollen. There's no resisting; the three of them are going to fuck in one configuration or another, and while Avery begrudgingly comes to terms with the idea of having sex with Rylan to make this nightmare end, Jackson keeps pushing his boundaries further and further. (And, hell, maybe it was Ion's idea all along.)
Warnings: dubcon (sex pollen), forced homo/bisexuality
Aliens Made Them Do It [1/?]
Date: 2016-02-17 04:40 am (UTC)And he certainly wasn't going to forgive them, either.
For their part, Rylan and Jackson were doing just what he'd told them, sitting down in opposite corners of the room and very purposefully avoiding the mistake of looking at each other--or, God forbid, him--while Avery kept working at the door, kept battering the hinges and the doorknob and even the bulk of the metal itself, but nothing seemed to be working. The damn thing didn't want to budge.
Finally, he had to pause to catch his breath, and he forced back down yet another wave of panic that threatened to quickly plunge him into hysteria if left unchecked, because how the fuck had he managed to get himself involved in this? They shouldn't have taken this case in the first place; he shouldn't have listened to Rylan and Jackson's arguments in its favor, because what the fuck did Jackson know about this? (And it couldn't have been more clear that Rylan was only going along with what her precious boyfriend wanted.) The idea of people being abducted by aliens was ludicrous, and while it certainly seemed now that Jackson had been right that there was a real case here beneath the bullshit--though Avery wasn't about to admit it, nor would he ever--they should have just walked away when they had the chance.
But no. They'd felt the inexplicable need to investigate the fucking aliens, and so here they were now, locked in a seemingly inescapable metal room while what was perhaps the world's most suspicious chemical flooded in through the vents. Avery was going to kill Jackson for this, on the off chance that they actually made it out alive.
And there wasn't any mistaking exactly how suspicious this whole thing was. The room was filling up, the air growing more contaminated as each moment passed, and the most disconcerting bit of it wasn't just that it was happening but that it had clearly been designed to frighten them before it did anything else, to poison their last few clear-minded minutes with the terror of anticipation--as if Avery needed to be any more afraid of that than he already was. If he was right about what that gas would do, he might actually have just preferred to die.
"Avery," Jackson's impatient voice cut through his frenzied thoughts as he paused to rest against the cool metal slab, "we'd stand a better chance of actually getting out of here if you'd let us help."
"Stay," Avery repeated, his voice tight and loud with barely restrained fury, "there. I don't want either one of you anywhere near me."
Rylan's eyes were wide as she looked back at him, and he wasn't sure if it was because she didn't know what he was so scared of--or because she did. "Then move away from the door so one of us can try," she argued. "You're tired, and you're not going to get through that door on sheer determination. Let Jackson try."
Avery swore under his breath. "Rylan, we are not supposed to get out of here. No one else has; they're not going to let us out of here until after... until after they're done with us."
Jackson gave him the most skeptical look he'd seen yet, and Avery's nerves were already so on edge that it nearly set him off even before the other man spoke. His muscles twitched, anxious and overwhelmed, and he closed his eyes, counting down from ten as Jackson began. "What exactly do you think they're going to do to us? They're not going to kill us; people know we're here. They'd have their whole... whatever this is exposed."
"What the fuck do you think?" he hissed, glaring at the other man. Christ, he was sick of him. Why couldn't this bastard do what all of Rylan's other boyfriends had done and keeping their fucking noses out of his job? Why couldn't Rylan hurry up and ditch this guy? "They're going to do to us exactly what they did to everyone else."
Aliens Made Them Do It [2/?]
Date: 2016-03-13 01:34 am (UTC)Jackson, on the other hand, just stared at him with narrowed eyes that Avery met with his own furious glare. "What exactly are you getting at?" the blonde man had the gall to ask him, and Avery was very close to laughing in his face.
"What I mean," he spat, under the distinct impression that either Jackson was for some reason playing dumb or else Avery was simply talking to an imbecile, "is that this shit--" He pointed to the clearly visible cloud of chemicals wafting through the vents. "--is either going to work like roofies or ecstasy, and either way, we're fucked. Literally, in this case."
Rylan, damn her, stood and started toward him, utterly ignoring his growled protests. "Then let us try to help you open the fucking door!"
These people were going to kill him. They were absolutely, one hundred percent, without a doubt going to kill him. "I don't want you--either of you--anywhere near me when that shit starts working."
Jackson laughed, and Avery turned his hateful gaze back to him. "You're kidding, right? Look, let's pretend for a minute that all of the stories we heard the last few days are just misremembered, drug-induced rapes by proxy. If so, do you really think it's going to matter that we're all on opposite sides of the room when that shit starts affecting us? Because I really highly doubt it."
"What I am hoping," Avery hissed through clenched teeth, "is that the two of you will be distracted enough with one another that I will be able to continue to work on this fucking door."
Rylan actually rolled her eyes. "Because you're, what, immune? Or so utterly and completely repulsed by us that even drugs couldn't bring you to--?"
"Just do what I say, would you?" he snapped, cutting her off before she had the chance to finish the thought.
No, after all, was the correct answer. No, he didn't trust his willpower to hold out against whatever the hell was being pumped into the room; every single witness they'd spoken to this week had talked about how overwhelming this shit had been, how impossible it would have been to fight even if they'd had the wherewithal to try, and Avery certainly wasn't about to take it for granted that he was going to be the miraculous and only exception. He didn't have that kind of luck.
Nor, unfortunately, did he think being stuck in here with Rylan would help. Perhaps if it was just himself and Jackson, that would be a different story. The other victims of this had been with strangers, and Avery had a survey size of zero when it came to people who had been subjected to this along with someone who might as well have been an enemy. If it was just himself and Jackson, provided Jackson kept to himself (which, in all honesty, Avery didn't really except him to do), Avery might have stood a chance.
But Rylan was here, and Avery had no doubt that sometime with the next few minutes, he was going to be stuck watching her and Jackson fuck, whether he wanted to or not.
Christ, his life was terrible.
Rylan didn't appear the least bit pleased with his attempt to dissuade her nor being told what to do, but she merely walked over to Jackson and, with a faintly glaring glance in Avery's direction, took him by the arm and pulled him back into the corner Jackson had left behind a few minutes ago. Avery turned his back on them again, listening to the sound of their indistinct, quiet whispers and went back to battering the door with all his quickly failing strength.
It was another few minutes before he felt it, and he hadn't made a bit of progress by then. A certain despair sense of despair was sinking into him as he felt the entirely unwelcome arousal taking hold, manifesting itself first as little more than a jump in his pulse until finally his groin started to take interest, and Avery rested himself against the metal door for a moment, determined not to turn around and check on the other two. He knew exactly what he would find.
Aliens Made Them Do It [3/?]
Date: 2016-03-13 02:07 am (UTC)It was a horrible thought.
He could hear them even now, as he leaned against the door with his eyes closed and a buzz of anticipation spreading through him. It was barely anything, not yet; just enough to prove to him that they were trying to resist and would no doubt soon fail miserably at it. It was nothing more than the occasional gasp or muffled moan, quiet even in the otherwise silent room, sounds so tiny and inaudible that Avery might not have heard them if he wasn't expecting them--and sounds that weren't at all helping him resist.
By the time he heard Rylan's first uninhibited groan, he had all but resolved himself to failure. The door wasn't going to budge, not until whoever had locked it decided to let them out. And he doubted they planned to do that anytime soon.
Do not look at them, Avery told himself, his eyes screwed tightly shut as his forehead rested against the metal. If you look at them, you're fucked. Just ignore it. Maybe they're just fuck each other and leave you alone.
Trying to focus on the sound of his own breathing instead of the sound of their half-heartedly muffled cries, now frequent and clearly audible from his place across the room, Avery counted down from ten over and over to steady himself, reminding himself all the while that he shouldn't look. Giving in to that particular, curious urge was just the first step of giving in entirely. If he could ignore the erection currently growing between his legs, he could certainly ignore whatever the hell they were doing way over there.
Until, of course, the moment he couldn't. Without even realizing he was about to do it and right on the heels of his latest reminder not to dare, Avery glanced over his shoulder at them and let out his own tiny noise.
Rylan had her back against the metal wall of the room, and she'd either shucked her clothes herself or had them taken from her by Jackson, who now had his back to Avery. The blonde was on his knees in front of her, his hands on her thighs as he pushed them apart, and Avery was startled to see the man's face pressed up against the apex of her legs, his mouth clearly on her sex. Rylan, thankfully, had her eyes closed, and with Jackson's face so otherwise occupied, neither of them saw him looking at them, and for that, he was vastly grateful. The last thing he wanted to do was catch their attention now. For all he didn't trust his own libido right now, he certainly trusted it much more than either of theirs.
Rylan was leaning into her boyfriend's touch, her spine arching against the wall as her fingers threaded into his pale blonde locks, and Avery had actually turned to them and taken a step in their direction before he realized what he was doing and slammed himself back against the door. Luckily, neither of them looked up at that, apparently mistaking the sound for yet another weak attempt at breaking through the thing, and Avery clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle any noise that might slip out while folding the other hand firmly between himself and the wall. He was not going to make a sound, he told himself firmly, and he was not going to touch himself. Not to the sight of this.
Aliens Made Them Do It [4/?]
Date: 2016-03-13 02:46 am (UTC)And yet, in spite of his convictions otherwise, Avery caught himself moving his hand from the wall twice before his resolve finally failed, and on the third time, he was unbuttoning his pants in a rushed daze and thrusting his hand beneath his boxers to grip his cock before he even realized what he was doing. He groaned at his own touch, body wired from the drug in the air, and saw Rylan startle, her eyes opening and then going wide at the sight of him. Shame burned in his cheeks, but there wasn't a thing he could do about it now.
At least he hadn't caught Jackson's attention. With any luck, Jackson would prove to have a more jealous streak than he'd let on in the past; perhaps there was some hope that Jackson, then, would be the one who would keep them apart. But after everything he'd seen of the man so far... Avery rather doubted that.
Avery groped himself between his clothes, trying to convince himself that, no, he didn't need to see this to completion, didn't need to half-disrobe himself and fuck into his hand the way he wanted to--and, more importantly, that he definitely wasn't going to need any more than that. Eventually, he was going to give in to this, going to masturbate in front of them and hate himself for it, and that was going to be it. He certainly wasn't going to touch her. There wasn't a single chance.
It was when Rylan came screaming, her hips grinding down against Jackson's face, that Avery lost the first battle. He shoved down his pants and his boxers, freeing his cock and giving in to the urge to stroke himself as he watched Rylan's orgasm for the first time.
She was red-faced and panting by the time it was over, and Jackson pulled his head back from between her thighs, his hands sliding upward to grasp her hips, and he pulled her down on top of him. She all but collapsed against him, her knees hitting the metal floor with what looked like a painful crash as she straddled his lap; but if it truly hurt, she gave no sign of it, and Avery watched her arms slide around Jackson's shoulders as she pulled him into a deep kiss.
Avery couldn't help his sneer any more than he could help the rest of it. He thrust into his hand, hard and fast and hateful, some deep, dark part of himself that he'd have preferred to leave repressed reminding him of just how much he hated to see the two of them together, just how much he loathed Jackson and burned with the knowledge that this overeager, overconfident moron didn't deserve her in the least. If he had anything at to offer her, it must have been that he was either a good or an easy lay; there was no reason for her to be within beside that.
Avery watched Rylan's hands move to Jackson's shoulders as they kissed, and before he knew what she planned to do, she had shoved Jackson backward--not away from her, but down, letting his back crash against the floor beneath them. Avery could see the other man's face now, could see the downright worshipful expression the man was wearing as he looked at her, and Avery hated him for that, too. Jackson didn't deserve her, and he knew it; of that much, Avery was sure.
It was only when Jackson's eyes opened and his head titled back, just slightly, to look at him that Avery realized he's spoken aloud, letting some half-growled variation of "don't deserve her," slip past his lips, and while Rylan was looking at him with a mixture of shock and caution on her face, Jackson was just smirking at him, looking for all the world as if he thought he'd won something.
What Avery wouldn't do to wipe that fucking look off his face.
Aliens Made Them Do It [5/?]
Date: 2016-03-13 03:52 am (UTC)He'd been wrong. It wasn't Rylan who shouldn't have been there; it was Jackson. Being alone in this room with Rylan right now would be wonderful.
Avery kept thrusting into his hand, half-heartedly chasing an orgasm he still wasn't entirely convinced he wanted to have in front of them, and he watched Rylan ride the other man. For his part, Jackson seemed to be having none of the frenzied urges Avery himself was struggling with, or else he was suppressing them far better; he lay rather passive as Rylan fucked herself, using him as little more than a tool, and there was something immensely satisfying to that, Avery found.
It was only when he saw Jackson glance back at him again that Avery's suspicions flared to life, and he had the worst feeling that nothing good was going to come of whatever that little look was about.
After another minute or two had passed, Jackson turned his piercing eyes away from Avery, who felt himself slump in relief. But then Jackson leaned forward, pushing his back off the ground in spite of Rylan's noise of protest, and he held her in his arms for a moment, his pale back turned on Avery to mostly block her own body from his view. He could see it, though, when Jackson's head bowed to press his lips against her ear, and he saw the whisper more than heard it, his eyes narrowing in renewed suspicion.
Her lips pursed together in obvious speculation, Rylan glanced over Jackson's shoulder toward where Avery stood, and he all but froze as she surveyed him. It couldn't bode well, he realized; if whatever Jackson was telling her had her looking in his direction, nothing good was going to come of it.
And then, when Rylan pushed herself away from Jackson and started toward Avery instead, he had his confirmation--and along with it came a ripple of utter panic. If she reached him, he realized--if she touched him--there wasn't going to be anything he could do to stop it.
Avery's eyes were on hers as she walked toward him, her long, red braid swaying behind her. There was a small smile on her lips, and he wondered if that was a good sign. Perhaps if Jackson would just agree to share...
Rylan's palm hit the door to the side of Avery, and she leaned forward, her weight resting on that arm. He blinked at her, drowning beneath the tide of panic and his own, drug-addled urges, and he glanced downward as her other hand fell to his hip.
That was a mistake. Before, when he'd been looking into her eyes, staring at the obviously lustful gaze she had fixed upon him, it had been bad enough; now that he was looking down though, up close and personal with her bare body for the first time in his life--and God, he hoped it wouldn't be the last--he felt himself flush even hotter than before, his hand still on his cock and her hips perilously close by.
Then she leaned even further forward, and her lips touched his.
For all he had tried to avoid it in the past, this was, of course, something he had thought about. But in any situation he could have imagined that would actually lead him to kiss her, the circumstances had always been very far from these.
In those brief, fleeting fantasies he'd never admit to aloud, where he ever confronted about them, Avery was always the hero. More to the point, he was her hero, the one who saved her from whatever new monster she had either decided to go up against or, worse, to let her into her bed like that goddamn werewolf from a while back. He'd save her life, and she'd be grateful, grateful enough that she'd see for the first time that there was something between them, something more than just platonic partnership and friendship, no matter what his own protests tried to convince her on that front.
And in his fantasies, he was always the one to kiss her first.
Aliens Made Them Do It [6/?]
Date: 2016-03-13 04:23 am (UTC)With her lips on his, there was little he could do now to stop himself. His hand fell away from his cock, and his arms slid around her, his hands settling in the small of her back to pull her against him, and he groaned into her kiss, his eyes fluttering shut, as his erection slid across the inside of her thigh. Her own hands were no less bold, and with his eyes still closed, he could feel her stripping his clothes from him; they broke their kiss just long enough to get his shirt up and over his head, and she tugged his pants and boxers down even further as he kicked off his shoes and his socks until it was all lying in a pile of discard fabric at their side, haphazardly thrown away from them with such finality that one would think they never planned to retrieve it all.
Avery was mustering up his courage, trying to convince himself to get just a bit bolder and touch her somewhere a bit less chaste than her back or his hips, where his hands were now, when he felt her suddenly pressing against him much more firmly than before. His eyes opened, and he startled enough that he actually broke the kiss for a moment before Rylan insistently recaptured his lips.
Jackson had moved across the room without him hearing, apparently surprisingly attuned to stealth in his currently naked state, and he was pressing up against Rylan's back, pinning her between them as his lips fell to her neck. He was going to protest, going to push the other man away (and perhaps Rylan, too, while he was at it), but the noise Rylan made as Jackson's hand snaked around her hip, past the place where Avery's own rested, and down between her legs was so utterly, sinfully pleased that he couldn't bring himself to do it, couldn't do anything but groan softly and arch up into her, his cock dragging along the soft, smooth skin of her leg.
Christ, it'd been a long time since he'd fucked anyone.
With Avery's lips on her own and Jackson's lips on her neck, Avery found, to his surprise, that there was something else to envy. This, provided Avery didn't come to his senses and put a stop to it before it truly got underway, was clearly going to be better for Rylan than himself--or Jackson, for that matter. It figured, he supposed, considering how he had already described his life as "an ongoing fuck-up", that this particular mistake had to have been made in the presence of Rylan and Jackson. Rylan and Susanne would have been better, or Rylan and any other woman, for that matter. As it stood, Rylan was the one who was going to be getting the most out of this; she was the one they were going to be paying attention to, the one who was going to walk away from this the most pleased of them all.
Though, now that Avery thought about it, perhaps he should've just been grateful it was Jackson instead of Myles. Running the risk of ruining his friendship with Rylan this way was one thing; ruining his friendship with Myles this way was another entirely. Not to mention that--
Avery let out a sharp intake of breath as he felt the distinct and thoroughly unwelcome feeling of Jackson's hand against his cock. But with Rylan's lips on his, quite insistently not letting him break the kiss, there was nothing he could say in protest, and there was certainly nowhere he could go. They had him pinned against the wall, both their weight holding him against the metal, now warmed by the heat of his body, and Avery couldn't do much but groan as Jackson's fingers curled around the base of his cock.
Aliens Made Them Do It [7/?]
Date: 2016-04-26 12:33 am (UTC)But then that smile was moving away from him, Rylan's lips breaking from his own to wander downward, and he felt her lips brush the bare skin of his neck. He felt a shiver run up his spine, his pulse pounding right beneath the wet heat of her mouth. With her head bowed into that angle, Avery could see the man behind her more clearly; Jackson was now watching him with an unambiguous glitter in his eye and a deviously delighted grin on his own lips, and Avery couldn't bring himself to meet Jackson's gaze as the other man gave him another squeeze.
Christ, this was really going to happen, wasn't it? Avery could still hardly believe he'd been so incredibly foolish as to get himself into this, and he had thought-- well, he'd hoped it wouldn't be like this if it did. He hadn't wanted Jackson--didn't, didn't want Jackson--but it was becoming harder and harder to figure out why.
So when Jackson leaned forward, pressing in so close that Avery wondered how any of them had room to breathe, Avery didn't even think to turn away before Jackson's lips were on his.
Again, it was almost underwhelming--and certainly disorienting--how little protest he suddenly found himself able to muster. Jackson's lips felt like any other pair--unique in their exact shape and size and the way they moved against Avery's own but as soft and warm as Rylan's had been (and, thankfully, he seemed content for the moment to keep his tongue to himself). Avery's heart pounded behind his ribs, struggling to reconcile the idea of arousal and pleasure with man and Jackson, and even as his mind reeled, there wasn't a thing he could do to keep himself from enthusiastically returning the blonde man's kiss.
Jackson groaned into his mouth, sounding even further gone than Avery himself had, and then Rylan gasped as Jackson shifted behind her. It took Avery a moment to figure out what had happened, and he wasn't sure he was pleased when he did; the other man's cock slide between her legs, less than an inch from where Jackson was still groping Avery's, and Rylan squirmed between them, apparently even more eager than they were.
Christ, he wanted her.
First thing first, he decided; he needed to get Jackson's attention back on her. Much as he begrudgingly enjoyed what the other man was currently doing with his hands and his mouth, but he was sure the man planned to get his tongue and his dick involved soon, and Avery hoped that attention, at least, would be spent on his girlfriend instead of Avery himself.
He had to put a good amount of his strength into pushing them off him, ignoring Rylan's disappointed noise and the way Jackson just gripped him tighter as he tried. "Back up," he growled as soon as Jackson's lips had left his. "Let off this fucking wall."
That actually seemed to pacify them. The pressure of their bodies eased, both of them stepping back as Avery nudged Rylan's body away. But his hands were firmly on her hips--save for the moment when he reached down to impatiently brush Jackson's hand off his dick--and as soon as he was free to move unrestricted, he dropped to his knees in front of her. She stared at him, wide-eyed and flushed, and he yanked her forward until Jackson's dick was no longer between her legs and Avery could press his mouth to her instead.
This time, Rylan's gasp was a uniquely gratifying thing, a noise of surprise and anticipation that quickly devolved into a mewl of satisfaction as his tongue darted out to taste her. It had been so long since he'd done this--he hadn't had a girlfriend in years, and he didn't exactly have Rylan's own penchant for casual sex--and that it was Rylan... He licked into her hungrily, taking a kind of smug satisfaction in each and every pleased little moan he drew out of her, and his fingers curled into her hips, holding her in place even as she writhed above him.