lol!! lol!! I have to know!!
OHHH YEAH lol is liam/oscar/logan <3 that tag hasn't been updated since like december and i am taking matters into my own hands. aka my brain conjured this horrible threesome fic idea thing and i just Had to write it as them hopefully i can finish that soon also bc it's pwp this shit should be easy money. i would say it came to me in a dream but it came to me in math class. snippet under the break!
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He looks back up at Logan with a predictably unreadable expression. The most Oscar gives is his willingness, the pink scattered across his cheeks, gaze focused. “You should close your eyes,” he tells Logan, fingers circling his wrist. “Then it’ll be fair.”
“Fair,” Logan mimics, and he huffs out a laugh, though distilled. He tugs his hand out of his pants and lets it rest on his stomach, tapping absently with his middle finger. “What’s fair, baby?” He looks between their faces, both flushed and eager and between his thighs, and raises an eyebrow. “Are you two competing with each other?”
It’s not that he’d be surprised by that development, but he’s— that wasn’t what they said they were doing before they got in this position. It was all Liam insisting “it’ll be fun” while Oscar stripped him of his shirt, coaxing him back into the chair without really explaining anything, then they both got on their knees and Logan forgot he was supposed to be thinking. He’s still a bit gone on it now, not really processing the hardened expression Oscar is hiding in his eyes, hard-wired to win. Liam looks similarly confident, though his expression is bigger, pinker, giving more away.
Below him, Liam and Oscar answer in sync: “Yes.”
Logan can’t keep down his grin. “You two are impossible,” he says, but it’s not an insult. Tipping his head back, he lets his eyes slip shut, the dull amber light from the hotel room seeping in through the skin of his eyelids. “I’m gonna know, but alright. Whatever you want.”
“You’re not gonna know,” he hears Oscar mumble, and he would protest, but there’s one-too-many hands fumbling to get his cock out of his shorts, and Logan figures he’s better off in silence.
Then there’s only one hand on him, jerking him a bit harder, then it’s a mouth on his cock sucking him down, tonguing at the head, and Logan feels himself rapidly filling to full hardness, coaxed on by the whine he feels around him. And Logan doesn’t touch, because he thinks it might be in the not-rules Liam and Oscar have invented and not bothered to share with him, but he hitches his hips up off the chair and digs his fingers into the flat plane of his own stomach, pushing a groan into the space between his teeth to muffle it.
It’s— he can tell. He knew he would be able to, eyes closed or not, and he knows immediately that it’s Liam. Logan makes a pleased noise, more of a hum than a groan, eyes still closed as he murmurs, “So good, princess.”
Liam whimpers around his cock, pulls off with a slick pop. “How’d you know it was me?”
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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