[Fic] Challenge

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This is a challenge I got off my sister; I had to include these objects/people:

 

1. Ryan/Greg/Brad
2. A Rubber Duck
3. Green Jelly
4. Twelve dollars fifty
5. A cameo role for Jeff
6. The Stars
7. Varnish
8. A Bouncy Ball

 

And this is the fic I’ve come up with to answer said challenge…

 

Title: Challenge fic

Author: o_evil_one

Pairings: Ryan/Greg, Greg/Brad, Ryan/Greg/Brad

Rating: NC-17

Summary: It’s basically porn, with a bit of angst mixed in because I don’t want to believe that I’m just writing porn

Disclaimer: Not making any money, all happenings are fabricated

Word Count: 3,566

 

 

Enjoy, and please feel free to try and write a fic to answer the challenge as well; it’s damn difficult getting so many weird and wonderful objects into one story!

 

 

Ryan backed Greg up into the shower until he was pressed against the glass door.

“If you don’t get out of those clothes, you’ll be going in there with them on,” Ryan warned as he pressed the button to start the shower running. Greg hastily undid his expensive silk shirt as steam began to trickle under the shower door and into the bathroom. Tongues battling, Ryan pushed Greg back under the hot stream of water, maintaining contact continuously and sliding the door shut behind them. Ryan smiled against Greg’s mouth as he pushed him back against the wall; pressing his body into him and finding Greg already rock hard. He felt Greg’s hand slip between them and stroke his own erection slowly before lowering himself to knees, kissing a continuous path down Ryan’s chest and finally taking him in his mouth. Ryan placed a hand against the tiled wall to steady himself, letting the hot water run down his chest and watching with interest as it streamed onto Greg’s now damp hair. He thrust down Greg’s throat as a tongue ran down the length of his shaft, closing his eyes he let out a low growl before dragging Greg to his feet and kissing him brutally. Spinning Greg round, he ran a finger down Greg’s spine, who shuddered at the contact and bent over slightly, putting his palms flat against the wall and spreading his legs for Ryan. Ryan kissed Greg’s shoulder before positioning himself and thrusting in slowly, the water providing ample lubrication. Ryan flung his head back and groaned as Greg muttered fuck and shook like a live wire beneath his hands. He looked up and found himself eye-to-eye with a yellow rubber duck, which appeared to be glaring malevolently at him, causing him to pause in his activities.

“This ain’t the time,” Greg ground out from beneath him, “to stop for a fucking coffee break.” Ryan chuckled as he removed one hand off Greg’s hip to throw the duck out of the shower door, before sliding back into Greg once more, earning himself a grunt of approval.  

 

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“I have to get going.”

“Why?” Greg stretched out lazily on the bed and Ryan took a moment to appreciate long lean legs before returning to his search for his jeans.

“Because,” Ryan gave a triumphant ‘Ha!’ as he spotted his jeans lying near the balcony doors and pulled them on quickly. “I’m meeting Colin in about an hour and I need a shower.”

“You can have a shower here,” Greg sat up, sensing that this was more than what Ryan was letting on. “Ryan, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I just want clean clothes and a shower. Is that alright with you?” Greg held up his hands in defence,

“Sorry man, didn’t realise you were so touchy.” Ryan growled in frustration as he shoved his feet into his shoes.

“We can’t carry on like this Greg!” He finally exploded. “We’re becoming too used to each other! This-“ he motioned to them both, “This ain’t fucking right!”

“What? Where’s all this come from? What’s this ‘too used to each other’ bullshit?” Greg surveyed Ryan will cool annoyance, watching as he grabbed his jacket off the floor and pulled it on.

“It’s not important, Greg.”

“Apparently not.” Greg hated it when Ryan got like this, he knew what would happen, Ryan would disappear for a couple of days, maybe a week or two, then show up at his door, pissed out of his head, fuck him silly and it would begin all over again.

“I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Don’t bother.” Greg fell back into the pillows with a muffled thump as he heard Ryan close the hotel door behind him. “Shit.”

 

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Greg sat in the bar and knocked down a whiskey chaser before ordering another and picking it up as soon as it was placed on the bar, sneering as the barman gave him a disapproving look.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Shut up and fuck off,” Greg threw at the person who had taken the seat next to him, holding up a hand in apology as he realised it was only Brad. “Sorry man, just been a bad day.” Brad ordered himself a whiskey sipped it slowly as he watched Greg knock back his drink in one.

“Wanna talk?” Greg shook his head, signalling to the barman to top up his drink, frowning as Brad put his hand over Greg’s glass. “I think you’ve had enough.”

“What the fuck-” Greg began as Brad tugged on his elbow to get him off his chair, finishing off his own drink with one gulp.

“Come on, I’m not going to let you drink yourself into a coma down here.” Brad led them out of the hotel bar and grabbed Greg as he stumbled slightly, supporting him as they waited for the lift. Brad decided to ignore the fact that Greg’s hands had wrapped themselves around his neck and his fingers were twirling around the hair on his neck. The lift doors opened and Brad pulled Greg forward, hitting the floor five button before removing himself from Greg’s side, trusting that he could now stand up unaided. Greg looked at him surprised, before that look turned into one of lust and he pressed himself back against Brad, who stepped back until he was against the lift wall.

“I thought you were drunk?” Brad smiled jokingly as he felt Greg’s erection press into him.

“It’s takes a lot to get me drunk,” Greg whispered as he pushed more forcefully against Brad, smiling as he heard Brad’s quickly stifled moan. Suddenly a mouth was on his and Greg was being pushed back with as much force as he had just exerted, lips and teeth and tongue clashing against one another as they fought their raising desire.

“Finally,” Brad breathed as the lift doors opened and they fell out onto the landing, Greg nipping Brad’s neck slightly as he fumbled with the card to his room, finally opening it and falling in with Greg closely behind. A matter of minutes found Brad rid of all his clothes and panting hard as Greg’s tongue traced patterns across his back, only registering for a second that he was pressed facedown on the table in the centre of the hotel room. Greg prepared him quickly and unmercifully, pushing in and making Brad dig his nails into the wood, scratching the varnish that covered the surface of the table he was currently pressed into. Greg closed his eyes and forced his mind to forget Ryan, instead focusing on the jerky movements of the hips beneath his hands as he tried to forced Brad into a more steady rhythm.

“Damn Greg,” Brad moaned, forcing his hips further back into Greg, who complied and slammed into him, burying himself entirely in Brad. Greg speeded up and could feel himself nearing release and, judging by the moans and shudders coming out of Brad, so was he. Greg bent his forehead over Brad’s naked back as he finally came, nipping Brad’s shoulder slightly as he relaxed against him. Brad came seconds after, sagging against the table, breathing heavily as he supported Greg’s weight until he felt him slide to one side. Greg led him to the bed and drew him into his chest, pressing his forehead into his shoulders while Brad slipped into a light sleep.   

 

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“Greg?” Brad sat up from where had been lying in bed and stared at him bleary eyed.

“I have to go,” Greg looped his tie around his collar and tied it quickly with practised ease, picking up his jacket and making his way to the door. 

“What? Why?” The confusion in Brad’s voice made Greg wince, but also made him strangely angry.

“Ryan’ll waiting for me.”

“So that’s what I am? An easy fuck to make Ryan jealous?” Brad yelled after him, climbing out of the bed, hands curling into fists at his sides.

“I’ve got twelve dollars fifty,” Greg spat, digging his hand into his trouser pocket and bringing up a few notes and spare change. “I hope it makes you feel a bit less used.” He slammed the money down on the table and stalked to the door, leaving Brad to stare angrily after him before crossing to the table and screwing the notes up in his hand, letting them fall to the floor. 

 

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Brad sat in the bar and flicked the bottom of his pint glass distractedly, not bothering to glance up as someone took the seat next to him.

“You’ll be sorry when you end up cracking it,” Jeff gently lifted the pint away from Brad and put it on the bar in front of him. “Now what’s up?

“Nothing,” Brad scratching at a bit of peeling paint on the bar surface before reaching for his pint once more.

“Then where’s that usual Brad-like smile and Brad-like way of bouncing into a room at full volume?” Jeff moved the pint further out of Brad’s reach, causing Brad to glare at him before sighing resignedly.

“Greg. He…he used me.” Brad made a snatch for his pint and finally got hold of it, dragging it back towards him as Jeff sat and studied him.

“Did he tell you why?” Brad nodded miserably,

“Ryan,” he said simply, and Jeff nodded in understanding, “ And I’m too pissed to do anything at the minute,” he muttered, speaking more into his pint than directly to Jeff, who squeezed his leg under the table.

“Go and see him. That’s the only way you’re going to get this sorted out. Ignore Ryan, and Greg’s twisted motives.”

“What’s the point?” Brad asked, “He only screwed me to get back at Ryan.” Jeff shook his head and leant in to whisper into Brad’s ear.

“It must be more than that. And haven’t you wondered why he chose you to get Ryan jealous, and not one of the hundreds of hookers ready and willing to get into his pants?” Brad smiled and stood up, determined to have it out with Greg, if only to sort things out in his own confused mind.

“Thanks.” Jeff smiled and nodded his head slightly.

“Don’t mention it.”

 

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“What the fuck do you want?” Greg sneered at Ryan as he leant against the doorframe of his hotel room.

“We need to talk.”

“Like fuck we do.” Ryan sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

“Can I just come in?”

“No.” Greg spat before moving to close the door, only stopping as Ryan brought up a hand to prevent the door closing.

“I’m not leaving.” Greg threw a last sneer at Ryan before moving away from the door, allowing Ryan to enter. “I didn’t mean to say what I did.”

“It’s not important Ryan. Your words, remember?”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Well how many fucking meanings can those words have, hey Ryan?”

“I was…” Ryan ran a hand across his face and looked Greg right in the eyes, “I was scared. This thing between us, it wasn’t meant to be complicated. Just fun.” Ryan shrugged, almost apologetically and Greg relaxed slightly.

“It doesn’t need to be complicated, just loosen up and let it take us wherever it wants. We’ll deal with shit when it happens. Stop over-analysing man.” Ryan sat down on the corner of the bed and held out a hand to Greg, who took it and sat down next to him, drawing him into a hug. A knock on the hotel door brought Greg back to his senses and he left Ryan where he was sat to open the door, stomach dropping as his eyes registered Brad standing out in the hallway.

“Can I-” Brad motioned to inside the room and Greg shook his head slowly.

“I’m kinda busy right now,” Greg started making up an excuse when Ryan cut across him,

“Who is it?” He called, making Brad blanch and glare, slightly confused at Greg.

“You’re back in his bed already? Jesus, I knew you were easy Greg but that must be a world record!” Greg felt movement behind him and knew that Ryan had been drawn by Brad’s rising volume and had probably caught most of what had just been said.

“What’re you going on about Brad?” Ryan pulled the door open more and looked down at Brad, even though he guessed that he already knew the answer.

“Oh so he hasn’t told you then? What a surprise.” Brad folded his arms and looked expectantly at Greg, who cleaned his glasses on the edge of his shirt before replacing them on his nose.

“I ain’t doing this in the fucking hallway,” Greg retreated into his room, pushing past Ryan who let Brad pass before slamming the door shut, his actions mirroring the anger that was boiling just below the surface.

“Well?” Ryan fought to keep his voice calm.

“I-” Greg paused, throwing a death-glare at Brad for putting him in this position, “I screwed Brad,” Greg ground out, eyes flicking between Brad and the floor, too shamed to look at Ryan. 

“You fucked Brad?” Ryan yelled, making Greg step back slightly and lift an eyebrow sardonically at Ryan, a look he knew would get Ryan angry enough to want to hurt him. “Well?” Ryan pressed, irritation building as Greg refused to answer.

“Ryan, I’m sorry,” Brad suddenly spoke out from the corner, making Ryan stop and glare at him.

“Why are you sorry? You’re just some poor sap that Greg picked up to piss me off.” Brad’s eyes narrowed in angry and his lip curled, but he kept his mouth closed, fearing Ryan’s temper more than Greg did.

“Working though, isn’t it?” Greg’s voiced dripped with poison as he took out a cigarette and lit it, blowing a stream of smoke out onto the darkened balcony and watching the slow-moving traffic in the busy roads beneath. He turned as Ryan stalked across the room towards him,

“Get out Brad,” Ryan threw a glare to where Brad was stood before clamping a hand down on Greg’s wrist to prevent the cigarette returning to his lips.

“Greg?”

“Get out Brad,” Ryan repeated, twisting Greg’s hand slightly as Brad narrowed his eyes at Ryan before stalking past him and closing the hotel door with a click. “Don’t you even feel a bit sorry that you’ve fucked with his head?” Ryan growled at Greg, finally releasing his hand to let him take another drag of his cigarette.

“Of course I do. And it’s your fucking fault,” Greg flicked the ash off the end of his cigarette and he stared out of the balcony door, up at the stars, refusing to acknowledge the tears that welled up in his eyes. Ryan stared, transfixed, as a tear rolled down the corner of Greg’s face. Lifting his hand, he pressed his thumb to it and caressed Greg’s face softly.

“Why?” Ryan asked as he studied Greg.

 “Because I love you,” Greg whispered as Ryan drew him to his chest, letting Greg bury his head in his shirt. “And you’re a brilliant fuck,” Greg murmured, causing Ryan’s chest to vibrate with laughter as he pressed a kiss to his forehead.

 

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They sat out on the balcony after a slow and sensuous lovemaking session, which had left both of them stunned and shaking, Greg smoking as he leant against the balcony looking out while Ryan sipped a large mug of coffee.

“Hey, I got you a present while I was out,” Ryan suddenly stood up from his chair and wandered around the hotel room looking for his jacket, wondering how it had managed to land near the bathroom door before realising that it didn’t really matter.

“Here,” Ryan leant over Greg and pressed a small object into his hands before wrapping his arms around Greg’s waist and leaning against him. Greg opened his hand and stared in amusement and wonder at the object he was holding.

“A bouncy ball?” Ryan smiled and plucked it from Greg’s hand, holding up in front of Greg at eye level and waiting for some sign of recognition.

“Oh, it’s Big Ben,” Greg took the ball back off Ryan and inspected it closer. “Inside a bouncy ball. What’s the point?” Ryan sighed and pressed a kiss to Greg’s neck.

“Something to remind you of London.”

“Oh right, like I want to remember this place. And anyway,” Greg twisted round in Ryan’s arms, “we haven’t seen Big Ben.” Ryan silenced him with a kiss and Greg tucked the ball into the pocket of the dressing gown before entwining his arms around Ryan’s neck. Ryan broke the kiss and looked down at Greg,

“We need to go and explain to Brad,” Greg lifted an eyebrow but finally nodded in agreement. “Try and make it up to him.” Greg moved away from the warm embrace and padded back into the hotel room.

“We’d better get dressed then.”

 

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“Can we come in?” Greg looked into Brad’s face as he sneered at him from inside the room.

“No. I don’t want to be your toy Greg.” Greg turned around and threw his hands up to Ryan, who nodded again towards Brad’s now shut door. Greg lifted a hand and knocked again, seconds later it was jerked open by a now slightly pissed off Brad.

“Take the hint.”

“We’re going to talk to you, whether you like it or not.” Greg stated, maintaining eye contact with Brad until he took a few steps back, allowing Greg and Ryan to pass him before closing the hotel door behind them.

“What do you want?” Brad folded his arms and glared as Ryan sat down on a chair, while Greg stood and studied him.

“To apologise? I used you, and I shouldn’t have.” Greg said simply, putting a hand on the back of Ryan’s chair.

“What, and that makes everything alright? As long as you two are happy then,” Brad unfolded his arms and opened the hotel door, an obvious signal for Ryan and Greg to leave, with neither of them took a blind bit of notice of.

“It was my fault really, not Greg’s,” Ryan suddenly spoke up, tilting his head to one side as he glanced up at Brad, and Brad could swear there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” Brad sighed resignedly, getting angrier as neither of them budged. “Fine,” he snarled, grabbing his jacket and walking out of the door, only to be stopped by Greg’s hand holding his arm lightly.

“Let me make it up to you?” Greg drew him back into the room, noticing that while Brad gave a little resistance, he wasn’t putting up much of a fight. Leading him over to the couch, Greg sat down and motioned for Brad to sit next to him, glancing over to Ryan for a last minute check that this was okay with him, receiving a reassuring smile in return.

“Brad, we’ve been-” Greg stopped as he noticed a bowl on the table in front of them. “Green jelly?” He asked, completely forgetting what it was he was going to say. Brad grinned embarrassedly before shrugging,

“Comfort food,” he mumbled, cheeks reddening as Ryan let out a low chuckle from behind him. Greg picked up the spoon that was lying in the bowl and prodded the contents of it, wrinkling up his nose slightly. Scooping a bit of jelly onto the spoon, he held it out to Brad, who leant back, a look of confusion etched across his face. Greg followed him and held the spoon to his lips, smiling slightly as Brad opened his mouth and sucked the jelly off the spoon and swallowed.

“You know, I’m getting really mixed signals off you,” Brad said as Greg threw the spoon onto the table and moved closer to Brad, causing him to shift further back into the couch. Greg leant in to press a kiss to Brad’s lips, when Brad brought a hand up to stop him. “What’s going on Greg?” He glanced back at where Ryan was still sitting, “are you using me or,” Brad threw his hands up, not knowing what to say.

“We’re not using you,” Greg whispered, “We’re inviting you,” and, closing the couple of inches between them, he pressed his lips to Brad’s, opening his mouth and begging entrance. Brad complied and groaned as he felt Greg’s tongue swipe over his own, a hand came up to push gently on his chest and he relaxed fully against the back of the couch. Two large hands pressed into his shoulders as Greg’s mouth left Brad’s and Brad glanced up, eyes widening as Ryan covered his mouth with his own. Brad brought a hand up and hung onto Ryan’s neck, gasping into his mouth as Greg’s hands found the zipper of his jeans. 

 

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“And I want that twelve dollars fifty back as well,” Greg whispered as he pulled back from sharing a smouldering kiss with Brad, who leant across and slapped him on the leg, making him yelp in surprise, as Ryan groaned and shifted to peer at Greg.

“What twelve dollars fifty?” Greg gave Ryan a guilty grin and caught Brad’s hand before he could slap him again.

“Nothing Ryan,” Greg smiled as he entwined his fingers inbetween Brad’s and let their hands rest on Ryan’s chest.