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From:refche
Your lips are on fire and life is wine
Adam/Aziraphale/Crowley, NC-17, 2000 words, PWP.
Everyone in this story is legal, title taken from No I in Threesome by Interpol, and angel is never an endearment.
"I haven't been with anyone. Evah," Adam slurs and takes another sip from his glass.
Crowley leers at that, his glasses askew, and he would probably get up and do something entirely inappropriate, but it was his third bottle of wine tonight. Getting up was proving to be a problem. Sprawling was a much better position in life.
"No messin' about, you," Adam says and shakes a finger at Crowley. "Is jus'that I can't even want anybody without wonderin' if they want me, or I'm making 'em want me. It's really hard, all this responsibility."
Crowley doesn't usually allow such wallowing in his presence. Adam is not a suffering soul, maudlin doesn't become him, but Crowley's had experience with moody teenagers coming into adulthood and it's best if they're ignored completely. Crowley dealt with most things in the exact same way, but that was neither here nor--
"I can't imagine anyone not wanting you," Aziraphale says. He seems oblivious to the identical stares of astonishment he gets as reply.
"Are you sayin' you want me, Aziraphale?" Adam sounds amused and sober when he says it, though Crowley knows he's neither. It's hard to hide temptation from a demon.
Aziraphale doesn't even have the grace to blush. "I mean, look at you. It's you," he says, gesturing lazily.
Crowley knows exactly what the angel means. It's Adam. It's everything.
He tries to sober up, then, because the little bookshop has started to smell like danger, but he finds himself unable. There's a force pressing against his mind and he can't change anything, anywhere. "Adam," he says in warning.
The boy grins at him and slides off his chair. He crawls on the floor, the few feet that take him to Aziraphale, pushing off books along the way. It should look clumsy and undignified.
It really, really doesn't.
"I'm just tryin' to make sure, Crowley," Adam says.
"Make sure of what?" Aziraphale asks. Their faces are uncomfortably close and Crowley is too far away.
It isn't nearly far enough.
"That you want me," Adam breathes against Aziraphale's face.
"Of course I want you, I love you," Aziraphale says and kisses his temple. It's loving and caring, and Crowley breathes a sigh of relief a moment too soon because Adam moves his face and kisses the angel on the lips. It's loving and caring, and not nearly as innocent.
Aziraphale doesn't even flinch, just smiles into it and his whole being talks through that kiss.
Crowley tries and fails to will himself anywhere but where he is now.
"Show me," Adam says.
"Sober us up a bit, before I do, yes?"
Adam does that without a second thought, but he doesn't let Crowley go, has him fixed, transfixed, in place.
"Good, my dear." Aziraphale smiles approvingly and then says, "That should clear things up for you, now." He gets up to go, but Adam's hand stops him.
"You said you'd show me." He sounds small and sad, and Crowley would want to slap Aziraphale if he didn't think he was doing them all a favor.
"Surely, you don't still mean it," Aziraphale says and fondly smooths Adam's brow with the back of his hand. If Crowley didn't know better-- actually, Crowley does know better. He's checking the boy's temperature.
Adam kisses his fingertips in reply. "I do mean it," he says, and at Aziraphale's confused look he adds, "I want you."
"I'm sure you're confused, Adam," Aziraphale says.
"I'm not," Adam says with conviction. It's the same conviction that has talked him out of an apocalypse. Adam believed. Water could convince itself it was wine with that belief. And angels could believe they were desired.
"Oh," Aziraphale says and turns towards Crowley. The oh was hopeless, but his eyes are full of hope.
"He wants you too," Adam says. Crowley wishes uncountable horrible things happening to Adam at that moment.
Aziraphale doesn't believe it, it's clear in the line of his mouth, and Crowley will live on happy if he doesn't ever start. The kiss he bestows upon Adam feels like an afterthought, as if the angel is clearing his head.
Adam pulls Aziraphale down on the floor, and the intricate carpeting beneath them is fascinating to Crowley at that moment. Far more interesting than the desperate muffled groans. Fair curls mingling, and manicured fingers blurring over young, callused ones. It holds him in place with much stronger bonds than the ones Adam has put him under.
Adam is blindly lifting his hips off the ground, his body asking for friction without him even knowing, and it's Crowley that hisses when Aziraphale slides one hand down Adam’s hip to pin him in place. It reminds them both that Crowley's still in the room, but when they look at him their eyes are sleepy with desire.
"Why are you just sitting there?" Aziraphale asks, the you idiot implied.
"I'm holding him there," Adam pants into Aziraphale's neck. "If I let go he might do something stupid, like, leave."
"Mm, that's hardly fair," Aziraphale agrees in a frustratingly calm voice, as if he isn't grazing Adam's nipple through his shirt.
Crowley was suddenly wishing he was very drunk and regretted ever being sober. Because their clothes decided to dance away in the blink of an eye, and Crowley's clothes decided to join them without Crowley's permission. What was fingers and necks and blurred motion became a lot of skin obviously, desperately hungry for touch.
Adam's carved body moves and twists under Aziraphale's, turning them around and then turning them back again, both of them rolling towards Crowley in unplanned motions.
It apparently took very little effort for Crowley's body to betray him in the most human ways.
"Ngh," he says with feeling, because they are impossibly near and a breath away from touching. Aziraphale's hand grabs his thigh, then. Incidental, only for leverage, but it makes Crowley groan and in a moment of honesty allow himself to question how anyone could try and not want the angel.
It passes quickly, but the hand stays, and for a while after, Crowley can think of nothing at all.
Aziraphale is thrusting above Adam, their cocks aligned, both of them panting into the air, and it would be so easy to lean down just a bit and kiss his mouth. He's thinking it one moment, and doing it the next, and his head doesn't have the time to realize it's happening before he's snapped back again, but this time Aziraphale following the movement.
When he breaks the kiss Aziraphale looks down at Adam who's watching them both, biting his lips, his hand furiously moving on his cock. Adam slows down and asks, "Can I?"
Crowley isn't sure who he's asking, but it's Aziraphale that nods and helps him up and their mouths touch briefly before Adam is turning his head and kissing him, his tongue licking in Crowley's mouth with no hesitation.
Adam doesn't linger on the kiss, his mouth moving along Crowley's jaw, his neck, down his chest. When Adam’s teeth scrape over his hip, Crowley groans too loud in the little bookshop and reality seeps back in for a fraction of a second. Aziraphale must have noticed it, because he shakes his head and takes Crowley's cock in his hand.
Crowley is hard and straining and if the angel would just move, but he doesn't, holding him in place, a firm grip at the base. Adam seems unable to take his eyes off of it.
"Taste it," Aziraphale says and it's apparently the only invitation Adam needs before licking the head tentatively. It's the first sign of hesitation all night. Curious and hungry, his tongue darts all around Crowley's cock, getting it wet and slick before taking the head in his mouth and sucking lightly. Crowley has too much pride to give in to the need to thrust and come right away, but he does moan and try to spread his legs. It doesn't quite work.
Adam pulls off, but he keeps his lips there, mouthing silently at the tip. "Kiss me," he whispers looking at Aziraphale, tongue darting out in invitation. Aziraphale accepts, leaning down and kissing him, kissing them both, openmouthed and greedy. When he pumps his hand, twisting it a little, it's more than Crowley can take so he comes inside Adam's mouth, and around it when he backs off in surprise.
Aziraphale is right there, kissing Adam, licking his cheeks, hungry for the taste, and it feels like the most natural thing for Crowley to slide down and join them on the floor. Kiss and lick into both their mouths, tasting himself and touching them everywhere he can reach. There's nothing holding him back, and a part of him feels like there was nothing holding him back in the first place. Only a fool would wish himself somewhere else.
A whine comes from Adam's throat when Crowley mouths it, so Crowley takes his hand and leads it to his backside, guides Adam’s fingers until the boys gets the idea. Adam shakes a little when he understands, easing a finger in without any preparation, and it hurts for a moment before Crowley remembers what his body is capable of. After that it's easier, until it gets eager and frantic and he just wants more.
It's Aziraphale that arranges the three of them in place, setting Crowley on his hands and knees, so he has to look back and see Adam sweating, ready, with the angel whispering in his ear. Crowley doesn't notice, but he must have made an impatient noise because Aziraphale looks up at him and smiles, and in the next moment Adam is pushing inside Crowley, the most amazing stretch making him hiss.
When Adam starts pounding, an irregular rhythm that's surprisingly perfect in its hesitance, Crowley babbles. He's not even sure in which language he's doing it in, and when Aziraphale kneels in front of him, gently taking his jaw in his hand, Crowley just gets louder.
"Shhh," Aziraphale says and guides his cock inside Crowley's mouth, and Crowley was wrong before, this is perfect.
Crowley licks around it, uses every trick he knows and enjoys it so much that when he feels Aziraphale all down his throat he looks up and meets his eyes. The angel snakes fingers into his hair like he can't help himself and it makes Crowley groan, his throat vibrating around the hard cock.
"Fuck," Aziraphale breathes and bucks involuntarily, one, two, three times before he's spilling down Crowley's throat, pulling back for the last spill to coat Crowley's tongue.
Adam falters at that, his cock slipping out and slippery hands try to guide it back in, but Crowley turns around and kisses him, gives him Aziraphale's taste and pushes him to the floor and follows, straddling Adam's hips.
It's an easy ride. Crowley is hard again, and chest to chest gives him friction, and he controls how deep and how fast they go. Adam is holding back, holding on, and it makes Crowley straighten up, pull off, and slam back down.
Adam’s eyes widen in surprise then, and he moans loudly, clinging to the feeling, his hands leaving bruises on Crowley's hips. It's what triggers Crowley in turn so all it takes is a touch of his hand before he's coming on Adam's chest.
They pant in unison for what feels like centuries, but is only minutes after that. When they look up there's a familiar bed in the place where there were only chairs and books before. Aziraphale is lounging, naked and beautiful, looking at them.
"Did you steal my bed, angel?"
"You're holding my books as hostage, we'll negotiate later."
"Much later," Adam says and stumbles into the bed.
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refcheYour lips are on fire and life is wine
Adam/Aziraphale/Crowley, NC-17, 2000 words, PWP.
Everyone in this story is legal, title taken from No I in Threesome by Interpol, and angel is never an endearment.
"I haven't been with anyone. Evah," Adam slurs and takes another sip from his glass.
Crowley leers at that, his glasses askew, and he would probably get up and do something entirely inappropriate, but it was his third bottle of wine tonight. Getting up was proving to be a problem. Sprawling was a much better position in life.
"No messin' about, you," Adam says and shakes a finger at Crowley. "Is jus'that I can't even want anybody without wonderin' if they want me, or I'm making 'em want me. It's really hard, all this responsibility."
Crowley doesn't usually allow such wallowing in his presence. Adam is not a suffering soul, maudlin doesn't become him, but Crowley's had experience with moody teenagers coming into adulthood and it's best if they're ignored completely. Crowley dealt with most things in the exact same way, but that was neither here nor--
"I can't imagine anyone not wanting you," Aziraphale says. He seems oblivious to the identical stares of astonishment he gets as reply.
"Are you sayin' you want me, Aziraphale?" Adam sounds amused and sober when he says it, though Crowley knows he's neither. It's hard to hide temptation from a demon.
Aziraphale doesn't even have the grace to blush. "I mean, look at you. It's you," he says, gesturing lazily.
Crowley knows exactly what the angel means. It's Adam. It's everything.
He tries to sober up, then, because the little bookshop has started to smell like danger, but he finds himself unable. There's a force pressing against his mind and he can't change anything, anywhere. "Adam," he says in warning.
The boy grins at him and slides off his chair. He crawls on the floor, the few feet that take him to Aziraphale, pushing off books along the way. It should look clumsy and undignified.
It really, really doesn't.
"I'm just tryin' to make sure, Crowley," Adam says.
"Make sure of what?" Aziraphale asks. Their faces are uncomfortably close and Crowley is too far away.
It isn't nearly far enough.
"That you want me," Adam breathes against Aziraphale's face.
"Of course I want you, I love you," Aziraphale says and kisses his temple. It's loving and caring, and Crowley breathes a sigh of relief a moment too soon because Adam moves his face and kisses the angel on the lips. It's loving and caring, and not nearly as innocent.
Aziraphale doesn't even flinch, just smiles into it and his whole being talks through that kiss.
Crowley tries and fails to will himself anywhere but where he is now.
"Show me," Adam says.
"Sober us up a bit, before I do, yes?"
Adam does that without a second thought, but he doesn't let Crowley go, has him fixed, transfixed, in place.
"Good, my dear." Aziraphale smiles approvingly and then says, "That should clear things up for you, now." He gets up to go, but Adam's hand stops him.
"You said you'd show me." He sounds small and sad, and Crowley would want to slap Aziraphale if he didn't think he was doing them all a favor.
"Surely, you don't still mean it," Aziraphale says and fondly smooths Adam's brow with the back of his hand. If Crowley didn't know better-- actually, Crowley does know better. He's checking the boy's temperature.
Adam kisses his fingertips in reply. "I do mean it," he says, and at Aziraphale's confused look he adds, "I want you."
"I'm sure you're confused, Adam," Aziraphale says.
"I'm not," Adam says with conviction. It's the same conviction that has talked him out of an apocalypse. Adam believed. Water could convince itself it was wine with that belief. And angels could believe they were desired.
"Oh," Aziraphale says and turns towards Crowley. The oh was hopeless, but his eyes are full of hope.
"He wants you too," Adam says. Crowley wishes uncountable horrible things happening to Adam at that moment.
Aziraphale doesn't believe it, it's clear in the line of his mouth, and Crowley will live on happy if he doesn't ever start. The kiss he bestows upon Adam feels like an afterthought, as if the angel is clearing his head.
Adam pulls Aziraphale down on the floor, and the intricate carpeting beneath them is fascinating to Crowley at that moment. Far more interesting than the desperate muffled groans. Fair curls mingling, and manicured fingers blurring over young, callused ones. It holds him in place with much stronger bonds than the ones Adam has put him under.
Adam is blindly lifting his hips off the ground, his body asking for friction without him even knowing, and it's Crowley that hisses when Aziraphale slides one hand down Adam’s hip to pin him in place. It reminds them both that Crowley's still in the room, but when they look at him their eyes are sleepy with desire.
"Why are you just sitting there?" Aziraphale asks, the you idiot implied.
"I'm holding him there," Adam pants into Aziraphale's neck. "If I let go he might do something stupid, like, leave."
"Mm, that's hardly fair," Aziraphale agrees in a frustratingly calm voice, as if he isn't grazing Adam's nipple through his shirt.
Crowley was suddenly wishing he was very drunk and regretted ever being sober. Because their clothes decided to dance away in the blink of an eye, and Crowley's clothes decided to join them without Crowley's permission. What was fingers and necks and blurred motion became a lot of skin obviously, desperately hungry for touch.
Adam's carved body moves and twists under Aziraphale's, turning them around and then turning them back again, both of them rolling towards Crowley in unplanned motions.
It apparently took very little effort for Crowley's body to betray him in the most human ways.
"Ngh," he says with feeling, because they are impossibly near and a breath away from touching. Aziraphale's hand grabs his thigh, then. Incidental, only for leverage, but it makes Crowley groan and in a moment of honesty allow himself to question how anyone could try and not want the angel.
It passes quickly, but the hand stays, and for a while after, Crowley can think of nothing at all.
Aziraphale is thrusting above Adam, their cocks aligned, both of them panting into the air, and it would be so easy to lean down just a bit and kiss his mouth. He's thinking it one moment, and doing it the next, and his head doesn't have the time to realize it's happening before he's snapped back again, but this time Aziraphale following the movement.
When he breaks the kiss Aziraphale looks down at Adam who's watching them both, biting his lips, his hand furiously moving on his cock. Adam slows down and asks, "Can I?"
Crowley isn't sure who he's asking, but it's Aziraphale that nods and helps him up and their mouths touch briefly before Adam is turning his head and kissing him, his tongue licking in Crowley's mouth with no hesitation.
Adam doesn't linger on the kiss, his mouth moving along Crowley's jaw, his neck, down his chest. When Adam’s teeth scrape over his hip, Crowley groans too loud in the little bookshop and reality seeps back in for a fraction of a second. Aziraphale must have noticed it, because he shakes his head and takes Crowley's cock in his hand.
Crowley is hard and straining and if the angel would just move, but he doesn't, holding him in place, a firm grip at the base. Adam seems unable to take his eyes off of it.
"Taste it," Aziraphale says and it's apparently the only invitation Adam needs before licking the head tentatively. It's the first sign of hesitation all night. Curious and hungry, his tongue darts all around Crowley's cock, getting it wet and slick before taking the head in his mouth and sucking lightly. Crowley has too much pride to give in to the need to thrust and come right away, but he does moan and try to spread his legs. It doesn't quite work.
Adam pulls off, but he keeps his lips there, mouthing silently at the tip. "Kiss me," he whispers looking at Aziraphale, tongue darting out in invitation. Aziraphale accepts, leaning down and kissing him, kissing them both, openmouthed and greedy. When he pumps his hand, twisting it a little, it's more than Crowley can take so he comes inside Adam's mouth, and around it when he backs off in surprise.
Aziraphale is right there, kissing Adam, licking his cheeks, hungry for the taste, and it feels like the most natural thing for Crowley to slide down and join them on the floor. Kiss and lick into both their mouths, tasting himself and touching them everywhere he can reach. There's nothing holding him back, and a part of him feels like there was nothing holding him back in the first place. Only a fool would wish himself somewhere else.
A whine comes from Adam's throat when Crowley mouths it, so Crowley takes his hand and leads it to his backside, guides Adam’s fingers until the boys gets the idea. Adam shakes a little when he understands, easing a finger in without any preparation, and it hurts for a moment before Crowley remembers what his body is capable of. After that it's easier, until it gets eager and frantic and he just wants more.
It's Aziraphale that arranges the three of them in place, setting Crowley on his hands and knees, so he has to look back and see Adam sweating, ready, with the angel whispering in his ear. Crowley doesn't notice, but he must have made an impatient noise because Aziraphale looks up at him and smiles, and in the next moment Adam is pushing inside Crowley, the most amazing stretch making him hiss.
When Adam starts pounding, an irregular rhythm that's surprisingly perfect in its hesitance, Crowley babbles. He's not even sure in which language he's doing it in, and when Aziraphale kneels in front of him, gently taking his jaw in his hand, Crowley just gets louder.
"Shhh," Aziraphale says and guides his cock inside Crowley's mouth, and Crowley was wrong before, this is perfect.
Crowley licks around it, uses every trick he knows and enjoys it so much that when he feels Aziraphale all down his throat he looks up and meets his eyes. The angel snakes fingers into his hair like he can't help himself and it makes Crowley groan, his throat vibrating around the hard cock.
"Fuck," Aziraphale breathes and bucks involuntarily, one, two, three times before he's spilling down Crowley's throat, pulling back for the last spill to coat Crowley's tongue.
Adam falters at that, his cock slipping out and slippery hands try to guide it back in, but Crowley turns around and kisses him, gives him Aziraphale's taste and pushes him to the floor and follows, straddling Adam's hips.
It's an easy ride. Crowley is hard again, and chest to chest gives him friction, and he controls how deep and how fast they go. Adam is holding back, holding on, and it makes Crowley straighten up, pull off, and slam back down.
Adam’s eyes widen in surprise then, and he moans loudly, clinging to the feeling, his hands leaving bruises on Crowley's hips. It's what triggers Crowley in turn so all it takes is a touch of his hand before he's coming on Adam's chest.
They pant in unison for what feels like centuries, but is only minutes after that. When they look up there's a familiar bed in the place where there were only chairs and books before. Aziraphale is lounging, naked and beautiful, looking at them.
"Did you steal my bed, angel?"
"You're holding my books as hostage, we'll negotiate later."
"Much later," Adam says and stumbles into the bed.
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Date: 2007-12-02 07:17 pm (UTC)And by 'might have' I mean DID.
And I am now kind of incapable of coherent thought and typing skills.
Awesome. I. God.
Awesome.
*resumes deadness*
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Date: 2007-12-02 07:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-02 07:28 pm (UTC)that was fantastically delicious.
xoxMary
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Date: 2007-12-02 07:48 pm (UTC)"Did you steal my bed, angel?"
"You're holding my books as hostage, we'll negotiate later."
"Much later," Adam says and stumbles into the bed.
Niiiice. Characterisation, yay!
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Date: 2007-12-02 09:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-03 12:32 am (UTC)Not quite coherent enough for a more detailed comment right now...
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Date: 2007-12-03 12:41 am (UTC)Thank you so much, Secret Author! I lovelovelove reluctant(but not really) Crowley, and calm, collected Aziraphale. And the dual seduction...yum.
I especially love the bit at the end, too. After all, if they're going make a mess of Aziraphale's shop, the least Crowley can do is lend his bed to the cause. Thank you! *goes to read again*
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Date: 2007-12-03 01:34 am (UTC)I can't even believe how excited I am its this time of year! Just for
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Date: 2007-12-03 03:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-03 03:51 am (UTC)And the tiny details like holding the books as hostage. And. I stand by that first whoah.
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Date: 2007-12-24 08:39 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-03-24 08:40 am (UTC)Guh. Just... Wow. Aziraphale is so calm and in control, and I loved the bit about stealing the bed in return for holding the books hostage. This was... wow.
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Date: 2008-09-24 08:38 pm (UTC)Applause is due. *Applause*
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