(fuck's sake I can't hit my groove tonight? i am DUMPING THIS SHIT, it is - y'know. almost there, not quite, I am putting it here so I can come back to it tomorrow and turn it into a proper story, blah blah blah.)
She opened the door - oh good, Matt's friends, Matt's friends were pretty - and the leggy blonde in the ridiculous dress, who must've been Karen, went bright red.
"Oh god," Nelson - Foggy - said. He blushed too; mm, she thought. Wait, was she -? No, she'd grabbed a towel, at least, but -
"Finally," Matt said, cheerfully, right behind her, "you took forever to get here, don't think I didn't hear you talking downstairs -"
"Whoa," Foggy said. Karen whirled around and burst into tipsy giggles, covering her face with her hands; oh! Matt hadn't bothered to get a towel. Well. That was fine, he was really - Claire knew that he was distracting: at the hospital, she wound up looking at more dicks than her parents had probably ever thought their daughter would see, but she'd only seen a few really pretty cocks in her whole life. Matt had one of them, lucky bastard. "Buddy," Foggy said, carefully looking straight between her shoulder and Matt's shoulder, which was adorable, really, and totally not necessary, but then, he probably didn't get it yet: "you feeling okay?"
"Yes," he said, and Claire had to agree; she felt better than she had in about two months, exactly the warm and sleepy feeling she got after a solid twelve hours; her spine felt like each vertebrae had been knocked into place. "Yes," she agreed, and she and Matt wound up grinning at each other.
"Oh my god," Karen said, faintly, from where she still stood in the hallway with her back to the door like she'd never seen a naked man before.
"Come in, don't stand in the hallway, it's tricky to explain," Claire said. Matt wandered back into the living room, fingers drifting against the wall, to fling himself over her couch. Foggy was broad across the shoulders and soft in the middle, not at all like Matt, and she wanted to see him naked; she bet he could pick her up and put her against the wall. (She and Matt had tried it once, and his bony hips had made it a pain; it was no good. Sometimes she didn't want the kind of savage body that Matt needed in his hard world.)
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"Oh oh oh," Matt said, hips moving with that smooth machine rhythm, and he was grinning like he'd won something, saying "missed you missed you missed you" on every stroke, and Foggy got one hand up to interlace their fingers, holding on tight, said "you got me though, it's good, bud, it's all good," and Karen was staring with wide, brilliant eyes, and Claire -
Claire caught her by the hand, turned her body away from the two of them, and said "c'mon, let me show you what I've got, you're gonna love it."
She came in for a kiss, all sweet honey; Karen kissed with her eyes closed, and came out of it like she was waking up from a dream. Her tongue was ridiculously pink when she touched her lips, and Claire felt - bright, and loose, and thought she wanted to sit in someone's lap and kiss a lot for a while.
<<<<<<<
(Karen lay on the floor next to Matt, watching her own fingers pumping in and out with a sleepy, serious focus: Claire could see sweat at his hairline.)
"I have a," Claire broke into a yawn as surprising and pleasant as Foggy's big hands had turned out to be, and gestured loosely with her free hand. "If your hand's getting cramped."
"A little," Karen said; her hair fell like a sheaf of wheat over one shoulder, her eyes slitted in tactile pleasure. "You're so tight, Matt."
He made a noise in his throat. She poured more lube into her palm and tipped her hand to let it slide down her three fingers; she was already sticky and glistening to the wrist. "More?" she asked, soft.
"We all agree that this is Matt's fault, right?" Foggy asked, from behind Claire. One hand fit into her like a key to her locks, two fingers in her cunt, one neat in her asshole, while his thumb restlessly stroked and tapped at her clit. It felt - mm, just enough to keep her grounded, like he was carving out enough space in her body for good things to grow.
"It should be Matt's fault all the time," Karen said; she was the most Siamese-cat-shaped person Claire had ever seen.
"I toldnot - oh! - an alien, Foggy."
"But how would you know?" he asked, and this had the rhythm of an old, well-loved argument. "You couldn't see her, she might've been an alien," and that was enough to set Matt off, laughing helplessly as Karen shoved three fingers in to the hilt.
<<<<<
"Wait, what did you mean, my sex noises, were you listening in?"
"Oh -" and here Matt yawned, "that was college, every time you brought a girl over, but - you got so mad about the heartbeats. And that's baby stuff; I can hear so much more, I can go way deeper."
The three of them started giggling, and - and Foggy was laughing and twisting his fingers, lazy and steady, inside her. "C'mon, Claire," he said, "don't be gloomy, that was funny."
"You are all five-year-olds, that wasn't -" she started, smiling in spite of herself, but Karen burst in with a surprised, excited noise:
"Oh! --I got four in, now -"
and Matt made a noise that started out deep and ended high and panting for a minute. "...do that again," he managed. For a minute, Claire felt left out, and oddly cold; she couldn't see, at this angle, after all. Foggy leaned up against her. He bit her shoulder, friendly, trying to get her attention: "I can keep doing this and talk you through it," he said, "I used to do it all the time for Matt? Unless you wanna move?"
"No," she said, "no, you - you talk me through it," because suddenly it had turned into a game, and Matt was making some truly pornographic noises behind her, and she wanted to hear what Foggy would say about them.
Re: Matt/Claire/Karen/Foggy: sex pollen, teamwork (blah blah)
She opened the door - oh good, Matt's friends, Matt's friends were pretty - and the leggy blonde in the ridiculous dress, who must've been Karen, went bright red.
"Oh god," Nelson - Foggy - said. He blushed too; mm, she thought. Wait, was she -? No, she'd grabbed a towel, at least, but -
"Finally," Matt said, cheerfully, right behind her, "you took forever to get here, don't think I didn't hear you talking downstairs -"
"Whoa," Foggy said. Karen whirled around and burst into tipsy giggles, covering her face with her hands; oh! Matt hadn't bothered to get a towel. Well. That was fine, he was really - Claire knew that he was distracting: at the hospital, she wound up looking at more dicks than her parents had probably ever thought their daughter would see, but she'd only seen a few really pretty cocks in her whole life. Matt had one of them, lucky bastard. "Buddy," Foggy said, carefully looking straight between her shoulder and Matt's shoulder, which was adorable, really, and totally not necessary, but then, he probably didn't get it yet: "you feeling okay?"
"Yes," he said, and Claire had to agree; she felt better than she had in about two months, exactly the warm and sleepy feeling she got after a solid twelve hours; her spine felt like each vertebrae had been knocked into place. "Yes," she agreed, and she and Matt wound up grinning at each other.
"Oh my god," Karen said, faintly, from where she still stood in the hallway with her back to the door like she'd never seen a naked man before.
"Come in, don't stand in the hallway, it's tricky to explain," Claire said. Matt wandered back into the living room, fingers drifting against the wall, to fling himself over her couch. Foggy was broad across the shoulders and soft in the middle, not at all like Matt, and she wanted to see him naked; she bet he could pick her up and put her against the wall. (She and Matt had tried it once, and his bony hips had made it a pain; it was no good. Sometimes she didn't want the kind of savage body that Matt needed in his hard world.)
<<<<<
"Oh oh oh," Matt said, hips moving with that smooth machine rhythm, and he was grinning like he'd won something, saying "missed you missed you missed you" on every stroke, and Foggy got one hand up to interlace their fingers, holding on tight, said "you got me though, it's good, bud, it's all good," and Karen was staring with wide, brilliant eyes, and Claire -
Claire caught her by the hand, turned her body away from the two of them, and said "c'mon, let me show you what I've got, you're gonna love it."
She came in for a kiss, all sweet honey; Karen kissed with her eyes closed, and came out of it like she was waking up from a dream. Her tongue was ridiculously pink when she touched her lips, and Claire felt - bright, and loose, and thought she wanted to sit in someone's lap and kiss a lot for a while.
<<<<<<<
(Karen lay on the floor next to Matt, watching her own fingers pumping in and out with a sleepy, serious focus: Claire could see sweat at his hairline.)
"I have a," Claire broke into a yawn as surprising and pleasant as Foggy's big hands had turned out to be, and gestured loosely with her free hand. "If your hand's getting cramped."
"A little," Karen said; her hair fell like a sheaf of wheat over one shoulder, her eyes slitted in tactile pleasure. "You're so tight, Matt."
He made a noise in his throat. She poured more lube into her palm and tipped her hand to let it slide down her three fingers; she was already sticky and glistening to the wrist. "More?" she asked, soft.
"We all agree that this is Matt's fault, right?" Foggy asked, from behind Claire. One hand fit into her like a key to her locks, two fingers in her cunt, one neat in her asshole, while his thumb restlessly stroked and tapped at her clit. It felt - mm, just enough to keep her grounded, like he was carving out enough space in her body for good things to grow.
"It should be Matt's fault all the time," Karen said; she was the most Siamese-cat-shaped person Claire had ever seen.
"I toldnot - oh! - an alien, Foggy."
"But how would you know?" he asked, and this had the rhythm of an old, well-loved argument. "You couldn't see her, she might've been an alien," and that was enough to set Matt off, laughing helplessly as Karen shoved three fingers in to the hilt.
<<<<<
"Wait, what did you mean, my sex noises, were you listening in?"
"Oh -" and here Matt yawned, "that was college, every time you brought a girl over, but - you got so mad about the heartbeats. And that's baby stuff; I can hear so much more, I can go way deeper."
The three of them started giggling, and - and Foggy was laughing and twisting his fingers, lazy and steady, inside her. "C'mon, Claire," he said, "don't be gloomy, that was funny."
"You are all five-year-olds, that wasn't -" she started, smiling in spite of herself, but Karen burst in with a surprised, excited noise:
"Oh! --I got four in, now -"
and Matt made a noise that started out deep and ended high and panting for a minute. "...do that again," he managed. For a minute, Claire felt left out, and oddly cold; she couldn't see, at this angle, after all. Foggy leaned up against her. He bit her shoulder, friendly, trying to get her attention: "I can keep doing this and talk you through it," he said, "I used to do it all the time for Matt? Unless you wanna move?"
"No," she said, "no, you - you talk me through it," because suddenly it had turned into a game, and Matt was making some truly pornographic noises behind her, and she wanted to hear what Foggy would say about them.