#poly borhap

[illfoandillfie]

Hi, I'm just wondering why you aren't writing for Joe,Brian, or deacy anymore? I love all your stories! But I'm just curious:)

mostly i'm just not super attracted to them lmao.

I wasn't horny for deaky the way i was for some of the others and i never really intended to write for deaky. i think i have like 2 blurbs that i did on request and i remember not being happy with either of them because i don't really feel like i know anything about deaky so i find him much harder to write.

brian and joe are a bit different. I wasn't really into either. I've always been a roger/ben girl lmao but they were defs very present within fandom content (more so than deaky, at least in the people i followed). It wasn't impossible to avoid reading bri or joe fics but it could be tricky. Especially if you liked the idea of threesomes or poly relationships which I do, both from a reading and a writing perspective. So a combo of the fandom generally being into them, me being horny about certain dynamics, and me wanting to write things that other people wanted to read meant i was defs more open to writing them even tho they weren't My Guys.

But then as the borhap fandom started to slow down I sort of lost interest in them. Bri said some dumb old man shit online, Joe kept making jokes about him and Ben even tho the joke had stopped being funny and certain parts of the fandom took the joke too far anyway so the threesome/poly stuff became less fun because i didn't want some tween hardzello shipper to share my dumb porn with the actors on insta. Plus I don't write as much as I used to. So when I do write I'd prefer to focus on people i really like writing for.

If the fandom had stayed more active and been less annoying I might have kept writing them but 🤷‍♀️i'm not actively horny about either of them so I'm not thinking of ideas for them.

[laminy]

hey so I was wondering if maybe you could do a cute little thing of Ben napping in like weird places, and the others (friendship or poly!ship, up to you!) find it adorable - maybe they try balancing things on him, or drawing on his face, or just stupid things like that to keep themselves entertained with a nappy blond

There are only a couple seats available when they get on the subway, so Ben and Joe sit down, Rami and Gwil standing in front of them. Joe looks up at them as they continue talking, and then Rami looks over at Ben, smiling.

“What?” Joe asks, and he glances at Ben, looking at the way his head is tilted back against the wall, mouth hanging open a bit, eyes closed. “We literally sat down thirty seconds ago.”

“He’s just tired,” Gwil says, smiling.

“Wait a second,” Rami murmurs, patting his pockets as Gwil and Joe watch in amusement. He takes his AirPods out of his pocket, and reaches out, gingerly laying the small white case down on the bridge of Ben’s nose.

“Stop that,” Gwil says, but he’s still smiling anyway.

“I just want to see,” Rami says, and he slowly withdraws his hands, leaving the AirPods balancing on Ben’s face.

They all watch him for a few moments, until Gwil shakes his head. “You’re awful,” he says, just as Ben snorts and wakes up. Gwil’s hand shoots out, catching the AirPods, smiling at Ben.

“What’s going on?” Ben asks, rubbing his eyes. He turns towards Joe, snuggling against him, and Joe wraps his arms around Ben’s shoulders, pulling him in.

“Nothing, Benny,” Joe says, “go back to sleep.”

“Okay,” Ben says, and he takes a deep breath, resting his head on Joe’s shoulder.

“Pen,” Joe mouths to Gwil, “do you have a pen?” He mimes scribbling over Ben’s face, and Gwil shakes his head with a smile. “Come on.”

Gwil sighs, and digs his hands into his pockets, coming up with nothing but his keys, his wallet, and a chapstick.

Joe holds his hand out, and Gwil frowns, unsure of what he’s supposed to hand over. Joe reaches out, taking the chapstick from him. Joe pops the cap, smiling up at Rami and Gwil before he turns to Ben, contemplating what to do. He frowns a bit, thinking about the chapstick is clear, and he can’t do any writing with it, but… He puts the cap back on, then reaches out, gingerly pulling Ben’s bottom lip down, sticking the end of the chapstick in his mouth. He grins, looking up at Rami and Gwil proudly.

“Oh, stop it,” Gwil says softly, and he reaches down, carefully sliding the chapstick out of his mouth. Ben groans, closing his mouth, and the other three freeze, waiting to see if he opens his eyes.

“You’re no fun,” Joe says, glaring at Gwil, but Gwil just reaches out, carefully fluffing up a couple pieces of Ben’s curly hair, and then Gwil slides the chapstick in.

“Nice,” Rami says, nodding as he takes out his phone, snapping a picture as Ben keeps sleeping on Joe’s shoulder.

[detectivecutiepantsandhisbabyfox]

Happy Christmas indeed 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21852979

[nothingelsematterswrites]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I'm dying to read more of your BoRhap boys meeting 70s Queen!!!!!!!!!! YOUR DRABBLE HAS KILLED ME I'M SCREAMING AT 4 AM AHHHHHHH

Oops please don’t wake your neighbours! I may yet expand this into a longfic, but we’ll see. For now, this snippet jumped to mind.

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It turns out to be 1974. In some ways, this makes it harder; the boys are literally finishing up work on Sheer Heart Attack and aren’t yet stars, and none of their huge hits have been written yet so the cast have to be really careful. But in other ways, it makes it easier; none of the boys are married yet, with only Veronica on the horizon and, on and off, Chrissie; which means the boys are all living together in one flat and they can keep their visitors from the future secret.

Somehow, they’ve managed to fudge the idea that Queen’s just really huge when they came from. They’re all still a mess of emotions at the idea that it’s early enough to save Freddie, and haven’t yet decided if they should at least warn him.

As the days go by, they notice more odd things, like how Gwil, Joe and Ben’s wigs aren’t bothering them and feel like natural hair, and Rami can even eat with his fake teeth in. Clearly, whatever power sent them back in time means them to be here for some time.

One evening, Freddie arrives all flustered; he’s carrying a big brown envelope in his hands. The others are all lazing around the lounge room; John is braiding Joe’s hair (and Joe is too much in love with John’s fingers to stop him), Ben and Roger are trading rhythms on the side table, and Brian, still weak from his illness, is lying on the couch with Gwilym’s fingers lazily carding his hair as he reads. Rami leans back against the couch, but turns when Freddie comes in.

“It’s here!”

Everyone looks up. Freddie opens the envelope - and out slides the record of Sheer Heart Attack.

“Put it on!” Ben pleads.

Freddie grins indulgently and puts in on the record player. Immediately the intro of Brighton Rock starts, and the cast listens closely; interestingly, the band tenses.

“What’s wrong, John?” Joe asks.

“We haven’t heard it yet. Not really. Not away from the pressure of recording,” John says softly.

Brighton Rock dies slowly away…and then a familiar clicking starts. Before he can stop himself, Rami begins to sing along.

“She keeps her Moet et Chandon, in a pretty cabinet…”

Gwil and Ben unconsciously join in at the correct moments, and Joe flicks the coffee table in time with the triangle.

When they look up as the song ends, all four Queen members are staring at them.

“You knew that song.”

“Every word to it, the harmonies, everything.” Roger’s eyes were wide. “You didn’t just know it from reading about it somewhere. You knew that song.”

The cast look at each other, trapped.

“Well…” Gwilym sighs, “I suppose if the song’s recorded and already about to be released then there’s no harm telling them?”

“I guess not,” Rami agrees. “Joe?”

“I think it’s fine. Ben? You wanna tell them?”

Four pairs of eager eyes are immediately on Ben. He gulps.

“Um…Killer Queen…well…” He swallows. He’s not sure why he’s so nervous telling them good news. “It uh…peaks on the charts…at number two.”

The small room explodes in a cacophony of noise, drowning out Freddie’s sweet voice singing about the Lily of the Valley.

And then Roger grabbed Ben and kissed him.

It seemed to trigger a room-wide reaction. Gwil found himself pulled down into Brian, John had tilted Joe’s head back to reach and Rami found himself in Freddie’s arms. They kissed, and kissed, and laughed, and kissed some more, and for that moment, the cast were content to forget about what they might be here to change.

[bambirex]

All the Queen girls or all the Bohrap girls stuffed? If Queen by Jane and if Bohrap by Lucy, so OT5 either way. Thanks! :D

I went with the BoRhap girls this time!

*****

The amount of fast food they ordered would have been enough to feed a bigger family- just perfect for people with appetites like theirs.

The second the brown paper bags opened, they practically threw themselves at the food, greedily grabbing the greasy monstrosities and stuffing them inside their mouths.

They finished everything off in record time before leaning back in their chairs, rubbing their bloated stomachs.

"Fuck." Bella groaned, hands pressed into the swollen mound of her belly. Her shirt was pretty much reduced to a crop top, the tight flesh peeking out from under it.

"I'm gonna burst." Rami whined. Her stomach looked absolutely huge compared to her tiny frame. Jo reached over to pat her belly, and Rami pushed her hand away with a whimper.

Jo herself looked like an overinflated balloon too, her shirt pulled tight across her belly. She gave her stuffed sides a pat, unable to hold back a belch.

"We need a belly rub." Lucy whined, slumping in her chair. "I'd do anything for one."

"You look pregnant." Gwen cooed, petting Lucy's tummy that looked adorably round in her summer dress. Lucy scoffed.

"Like you're one to talk." She replied, pointing at the way the buttons of Gwen's shirts were straining.

"About that belly rub..." Jo started, panting from the fullness, "can we start doing it?"

They heaved themselves up with deep groans, waddling into the bedroom. Once they were there, they got rid of their restricting clothes, moaning happily as they started gently rubbing each other's aching bellies.

Taglist: @fatbottomedmay, @feedermercury, @borealis-strange, @stars-across-space, @chubby-mage

[jessahmewren]

Poly!Queen Week

Inspired by the success of Maycury Week (hosted by @freddie-mercurial), we have decided to celebrate the growing popularity of the poly!Queen fandom during the first week of October, September 30 thru October 6, and we would love for you to join us! 

Poly is any pairing consisting of more than two people.  That’s it...those are the only rules.  That, and to have fun!  

We have included some prompts each day to help you create: Some for fluff, some random ones, some for angst, some for smut, and some more specific prompts.  Do not feel constrained to these prompts, however.  Do whatever inspires you.

Also, this is not just for writers.  Fan artists and editors should feel free to join in on the fun too!  

Tag your works poly!queen 2019, and if you post your fics on Ao3, feel free to add it to the collection of the same name! 

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Monday

Doing laundry

Food

Hospitalization

Bondage

Someone finds a stray animal and takes care of it

Tuesday

Sick fic

Glasses

Someone goes missing

Roleplay

They play a drinking game, never have I ever, spin the bottle, gay chicken whatever

Wednesday

Bake a cake

Visitors

Fighting/argument

Overstimulation

Brian is stressed over a deadline and the boys help him relax 

Thursday

Grocery shopping

Fantasy/Supernatural AU

Anxiety

Fucking in public

One of the boys is struggling with mental illness, and the other three are there to support them

Friday

Carve a pumpkin

Scrabble (or any kind of boardgame) tournament

Jealousy

Sex toys

It’s one of Queen’s photoshoots and one of the boys feels insecure when comparing themselves to the others

Saturday

Petting zoo

Masquerade

Character death (major or minor)

Someone flirts too much with a stranger, and the others show them who they belong to

Someone is crying softly from their room and the others investigate who it is

Sunday

Decorate a Christmas tree

Modern AU

Body image issues

Crossdressing

Someone has a birthday but fails to show up to their own party

Please reblog to help us get the word out, and happy creating! <3

-- @tikiniki and jessahmewren 

[mxsfire]

BoRhap Boys+Lucy - Anything with Dom!Lucy and Sub!Borhap

This is new but oh my👀 Hope you like it!💗

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«You alright down there, Rami?»

Rami drags his eyes away from the big strap-on in front of him and looks up at Lucy with wide eyes

«Fuck yeah» He gasps. «Mm, how about you, Benny?» She asks before pushing the toy inside Rami.

She received a loud moan, that’s mean he’s alright. Lucy looks at him, being filled in both of entrance with Joe’s cock in his mouth and Gwil fucking him fast. Too fast.

«Not so fast, Gwil. If he comes before Rami, you will be the one who will be punished» She warns making him whines. «S-Sorry, Ma’am»

Lucy returns her boy waiting to her to fill him up. «Ready, baby?»

Rami nods moaning louder when he felt the plastic toy pushed inside him. «You’re my good boy, you all are»

[bohemian-rhapsody-slash]

Can we have a snippet of poly!borhap where, as a way to deal with the long distance relationship thing, Joe/Rami or Gwil/Ben record themselves having sex and send it to their other boyfriends?

“Fucking hell.” Ben blinks at his phone, his heart pounding. “Gwil, come and see this!”

The older man puts down his laptop and makes his way to Ben in the next room. He watches as Ben shoves the phone in his face, and starts playing a video.

The video is already about halfway through, which means Ben has watched some of it already. The lighting isn’t very good and it looks like a cheap porno of some sort- there’s a lot of moaning and what looks like two men fucking on a bed.

But then Gwil gets a clearer look and he feels his dick twitch when he realises who he’s watching.

Rami is lying flat on his back onscreen, with a very enthusiastic Joe bouncing in his lap. Joe is moaning as his cock bounces against his belly, and every now and then Rami will squeeze Joe’s arse and give him a gentle smack.

“When this is over, we’re making our own bloody video,” Ben growls as he fumbles with his belt, his eyes fixed on the screen.

[deaky-disco-queen]

DomPoly!Queen and subPoly!BoRhap overstimulation

Rami gasped and whined when he felt someone’s dick at his entrance, slowly pushing inside. He braced himself against the bed, torn between feeling too sore, too sensitive and wanting more. There was a big hand on his hip, holding him still, which told him it was Brian behind him. 

“Sh, sweetheart you’re doing good.” Brian mumbled. “Help out Joe a little bit. He looks like he’s struggling a bit.” 

He met Joe’s eyes. He was sitting in John’s lap, riding him hard and fast, his thighs trembling and his hair clinging to his skin. Rami reached for him, wrapping his hand around his dick and Joe cursed weakly, hips twitching forwards. 

Freddie and Roger were busy with Ben and Gwilym, the former looking close to tears already while the latter just looked fucked out, hands weakly holding on to Freddie. 

“You can come for us one more time, can’t you?” Roger said, making sure to exchange a look with all for of them, waiting for a reaction of them. 

Rami nodded, moaning huskily when Brian managed to hit his prostate. He had already lost track on how often he had come but he could manage one more time.

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Update: the next chapter of “Let The Feeling Grow” and “Thunders Strong And Dire” are pretty slow-going, and I’m gonna be quite busy with family this weekend. In the meantime, if anyone has any prompts or questions, throw ‘em at me, and I’ll see what I can do!

[thosequeenboys]

Jealousy (Poly!Queen Week)

Summary:  Freddie and Roger commence their occasional fling to Roger’s delight only to be interrupted by Fred’s main love interest, Deacy, who they convince to join.  This piece is for Day 5 of Poly!Queen Week 2019.

A/N: This was one of my first-ever fan fics, written before I was on Tumblr and before I knew Poly! was a thing.  I was just looking at pictures of them and then... well, you know how that happens 😊…Didn’t know I had this in me!. So glad it’s come in handy! Song lyrics that came to me as I wrote are bolded and referenced at the end.

Warnings: This story is pure smut.  Please move on if you’re under 18. There is also some cursing – and a little sap!

Freddie and Roger gave each other The Look after the show, which meant they would meet in Fred’s suite in a hour.  It seldom happened these days, but after Freddie's ongoing gyrations in front of Roger during the show, they knew something had to be done to satisfy their passion.  

Roger arrived right on time and Fred let him in. “You look gorgeous, Darling,” he sighed.  Fred sure knew how to call it when it came to cute boys.  Roger had showered and changed.  Fred’s eyes roamed over him slowly from head to toe, noting his soft blonde waves feathering his face, his tight wife beater stretched over his chest, exposing his firm biceps, and his fresh white jeans hugging all of his delicious spots.

“Get undressed, Dear, put this on and get on the bed,”  Fred said, tossing Roger a robe.  Roger moved past Fred and undressed rapidly, throwing his clothes in a pile on the floor, as Fred disappeared into the bathroom.

Roger put the robe on and lay on the bed, his smooth chest and legs exposed. He started to stroke his cock in anticipation of what lay ahead.  Fred emerged wearing a robe, which he slithered off as he climbed on top of Roger, who released himself and tossed his own robe quickly.  Freddie started to kiss Roger deeply and Roger offered devouring kisses in return, their cocks aligned, growing as they thrusted into each other.

“Oh, God,” Roger moaned, in between kisses. “I’ve missed this, Fred.  You’re just so…divine, so sexy…” Roger’s voice lilted.

Fred winked at Roger and reached over to grab the lube on the side table and started putting it on his fingers. “Why don’t you get on all fours. Let’s get to it.”

“Wow, just like that? No foreplay??”  Roger joked.

“That concert was foreplay,” Fred responded. “Our dicks were hard for two hours. Took everything I had not to push you over your fucking drums and take you right there on the stage.” Fred growled.

The image was arousing to Roger, however uncomfortable and logistically complicated it might have been.

“I kinda feel like a slut, Fred.  “You don’t bring me flowers, you don’t sing me love songs.” (1)” Roger laughed.  He knew that this relationship did not have those trappings, nor were they needed.  They loved each other as old friends and bandmates and once-in-a-blue-moon fuck buddies.  And that was enough. More than enough, really. Roger assumed the position for Freddie.

“True, but tonight, I bring you these,” Freddie winked, as he showed Roger his long, slicked fingers, and he slid one, two, then three fingers gently into Roger, who moaned with each entrance.  Finally, Freddie positioned himself behind Roger who was panting.  “Jesus, Fred...Fuck me...” On his knees, Fred bent forward into a perfect flat-back draping himself over Roger, one arm holding himself up and the other wrapped around the younger man.  Freddie slowly parted Roger’s hole with his throbbing member, and Roger let out an anticipatory moan.

Suddenly the door clicked with a key. “Freddie, I want you to see this”...the voice trailed off. It was Deacy, holding a magazine, suddenly stopping, his mouth agape as he witnessed his bandmates primed before him. The magazine tumbled out of his hands.

Roger turned his head from his doggie position to look back at the disruption. “Oh shit. I’m never going to get fucked,” he mumbled as he grabbed the robe off the floor, draping it over himself as he turned around and sat.

There was indeed cause for concern.

Fred moved away from Roger instantly, covered himself hastily with the blanket and faced a stunned Deacy. “Deacy, Love, you know, this is just, just an occasional, um, meeting Roger and I have...”

“An occasional meeting, huh? And, is there a written agenda for this meeting?” John retorted snidely.

Roger let out a hearty laugh.  Don’t let that sweet smile fool you, he thought. That boy can slay!  Roger stopped his hilarity suddenly as Freddie shot him a stern glare.

“Oh, Deacy. I have heart eyes only for you.  It just..it goes way back.  Do you want to join? Could be fun!  And Roger could use a little foreplay. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. Would you, Rog?” Roger took a deep breath and let it out audibly.

“I suppose not,” Roger knew he didn’t have a choice. He felt jealous feelings rise inside of him. Freddie had such a clear desire and concern for Deacy that they became enmeshed in their own world and everything else just vanished sometimes. It was tough for Roger to imagine someone loving him so completely like that. He was happy for them, but he couldn’t help but wonder if that would that love ever happen to him.

He and Brian knew Freddie suffered from ‘a crazy little thing called Deacy love.’ Those boys had a deep bond on stage, in the studio, at the pub, always. Freddie drew Deacy out and helped him feel comfortable with band life, and Deacy could snap Fred out of one of his moods in a heartbeat with a firm yet caring talk, a loaded stare or a wry joke. Their music interests and humor were in sync. Their love ran deep. Once in Vegas Roger heard them through the wall in Freddie’s room next door, their jokes and banter turning subdued over the evening.  Deacy’s moans were punctuated by his utterances of “Freddie oh, Freddie” most of the night, and Freddie spoke to Deacy softly as they made gentle, passionate love.

In terms of Freddie’s affection and attention, Deacy always won.  

Turning off his thoughts,  Roger was intrigued by Deacy joining them. He was handsome in an understated way with a firm body.  He found himself watching Deacy’s firm ass and toned thighs from his drums. He loved it when Deacy danced so freely.  Deacy meanwhile was warming up to the idea himself, though he was a little intimidated by Roger’s infamous bedroom prowess.  He blinked, a bit incredulous at the thought of fooling around with the prettiest, most luscious, most desirable boy, so sweet even when he was acting cheeky or staring into space, blind as a bat, because he was too stubborn to wear his glasses.  

“Come on over, Darling,” Fred motioned to Deacy, who advanced toward the bed tentatively.  “Let’s go over the rules,”  Fred said.  Deacy raised an eyebrow at the word ‘rules.’ Roger’s mouth opened and he blurted out “Rules??”

Freddie continued, “You boys can fool around, but only I can fuck Deacy and only I can make Deacy come.”

“Are you joking??!!!!” Roger asked incredulously. Deacy smiled, pleased with the arrangement- and the thought of Roger being disappointed in their limited contact.  And, he was relieved that Freddie wanted to pleasure him. “Roger, do you want to get fucked or not?” Freddie asked with a laugh.

Roger gave a sly smile, looking down, and threw his robe to the floor.  He said with his gruff yet high pitched voice, “Come on over, Deacy. Why don’t you strip for us?”  As Deacy stripped slowly tossing his clothes on the floor, both Freddie and Roger eyed him lustfully. Deacy crawled on the bed and turned his attention to Roger knowing he was disappointed by his intrusion. He started to kiss him and laid him back on the bed. Deacy planted kisses down Roger’s smooth chest.  

“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Roger?” Deacy cooed with a broad grin, raising his head to look at Roger.  

Roger’s eyes widened. He let out a little moan staring at Deacy, “Y..Yessss.” 

Freddie gasped at Deacy’s boldness, “Deacy??’  Deacy’s mouth continued its journey down Roger’s slender frame and ended up sucking a moaning and increasingly hard Roger. 

“Jesus Christ, You’re so good, Deacy,” Roger said, as Deacy took more of Roger’s hard cock into his mouth.  Deacy popped off of him with a crooked grin.  “I learned from the best,” he said, giving Freddie a wink.  Freddie was stroking his own hard cock and laughed at Deacy. “C’mon, Deacy, you know flattery will get you EVERYWHERE.”

Suddenly, Roger pulled out and flipped Deacy over onto his back and got on top of him, astride him on all fours. Freddie looked on and said, “Super, we’re back where we started. Now with two hot boys. Roger, suck Deacy and bring him to the edge for me and I’ll take care of you.” Deacy leaned against headboard, his cock strategically placed under Roger’s head.

Freddie lubed up his cock and fingers and again assumed the position behind Roger. He fingered him again, feeling him relax and open as he probed him.

“You’re such a pretty boy, Roger. Just so pretty,” Fred gushed. “Isn’t he, Deacy?”

“Oh, God, yes,” Deacy uttered.  “I..I can’t believe I’m looking up at him like this, for he’s so fine, so fine (2).”

“You ready for me?”  Freddie asked Roger.

“Ready Freddie,” Roger responded, and they all laughed. (I couldn’t help it)

Freddie pushed himself into Roger who thrusted back toward Freddie and groaned. Roger bent his head and starting sucking Deacy’s hard cock as Freddie moved in and out of Roger. Deacy moaned, thrusting into Roger’s hot and eager mouth and reached his hand up to grab Roger’s aching cock.  

“Oh, Fuck, Deacy like that. Harder Freddie, fuck me Harder.  I’m not gonna last with you boys...Oh, Fuck....”  Roger’s movements melded to the rhythm of Freddie’s thrusts and Deacy’s hand, causing him the most intense pleasure.

“UGH, give it to me, boys.” Freddie gave a few quick strong thrusts and Deacy jerked Roger harder.  Roger released his load through Deacy’s fingers onto his chest. Roger and Freddie kept moving together as Roger landed after his climax.

“That was incredible,” Roger said, panting.

“Beautiful.,” Fred said as he pulled out. He turned Roger over and leaned in to kiss him.  “My dear, dear friend.  I love you. Now, I’ll finish Deacy.”

Roger got up, grabbed a wet towel and helped clean up Deacy, who laid on his back, ready for his lover.

Fred sat on his heels in front of Deacy’s outstretched firm body.

“Playing with Roger got you hot for me, Love?”

“That. Was. Really. Hot….Fuck me, Freddie,” Deacy replied breathlessly.

Freddie stood on his knees and applied lube to his fingers and brought Deacy’s legs around his waist. He fingered Deacy and then entered him slowly, causing him to gasp. Roger stroked himself watching the action. Fred and John rocked together gracefully, loving so warm, moving so right (3).  They were well practiced.

“’I’m close,” John panted.

“You’re taking me so well, Darling. I want to feel you come.” Fred cooed, and John climaxed, “ohhhh, Freddie, Oh, God, I love you.”  “And, I love you too, Deacy.” Fred said, as he picked up the pace slightly and came urgently, with a moan.  They eased their movements and Fred slipped out of John, kissing him passionately on the lips and down his neck.

“Come here.”  Fred gestured to Roger and he kissed him gently. They all cleaned up and then stretched under the covers, Freddie in the middle spooning Deacy with his arms around him, Roger behind Freddie, holding him, all of them satisfied.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door connecting the two adjoining suites.  “Hey, Fred, you in there? Where the hell is everyone?” Brian jimmied the door and it opened.  He walked in and saw the three boys lounging in the bed, holding each other, their glistening naked bodies poking out from the sheet, clothes and robes strewn on the floor.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Brian said with a tight grin.  “You boys had a party and didn’t think to invite me?  You know how hurt that makes me feel?” Brian fixed a pout on his lips, trying to cover a smile.  “I think you boys need to make it up to me.  Brian came over to the bed and sat down.   Looking around, he thought his scene was surprising in a way, but he figured it was bound to happen at some point.  

“Oh, crap,” Freddie mumbled, stifling a laugh.  The other boys giggled nervously.  “Fasten your seat belts, boys, Brian’s going to teach us a lesson, but good.”  

“Hardly,” Brian said, softening his tone. “Well… not tonight, anyway,” he said with a gleam in his eye.   He became suddenly sullen; his joking stopped.  He swallowed and glanced at the boys, and then looked down.

“Brian, Darling, what’s wrong??” Freddie asked with concern.

“I wanted to joke with you, but you know, truth be told, I really AM a little hurt.”  He shook his head flustered.  “It’s just, well, I guess I feel a little jealous that you all… had each other…so intimately.”  

“Sorry Darling, it wasn’t intentional to leave you out, really. It just sort of happened.” Fred said sincerely. “Please forgive us, Brian. “Oh how strong can you be with matters of the heart? Life is much too short to while away with tears.” (4)

“You can join next time!” Roger crowed enthusiastically.

“Alright then,” Brian chuckled softly. “I certainly will!”  Suddenly, he crawled up the bed, leaned his long body over the three spooning boys and started to tickle and kiss them, and they all dissolved into laughter.

SONG NOTES

(1)   You Don’t Bring me Flowers, Neil Diamond and Barbra Streisand

(2)   He’s so Fine, The Chiffons

(3)   Somewhere in the Night, Barry Manilow

(4)   Jealousy, Queen

[hearts-hunger]

Funny How Love Is || bxjxg

Summary: After a long day of failed auditions, Joe can’t stop thinking how he’s never quite good enough. Funny how love is always there to drown out doubt and remind him of how loved he is, especially by his two boyfriends.

Pairings: Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello x Gwilym Lee || poly!borhap boys

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: None!

A/N: Hello lovelies!! I promised I’d give you some fluffy bxjxg by the end of the day, so here it is! That pic of Ben and Gwil on Gwil’s insta got me so soft that it actually kickstarted my dumb brain into writing for them again, and of course I had to write Joe in too. I hope you like it! ♡

Joe didn’t know exactly what it was that had made his day so horrible. Maybe it was the traffic, which he despised but usually tuned out of by calling one of his boyfriends. Maybe it was the fact that his phone had died just as he tried to call, leaving him stuck in the motionless car with no distractions. Maybe it was the same five songs that every radio station seemed to play, those top hits that he liked to dance to when he was tipsy but really would be happy never to hear while sober. Maybe it was the words of the casting director that kept echoing in his head without anything to drown it out, repeating over and over choice phrases that he’d been no stranger to in his acting career. We just don’t think you’re right for the part. You’ve got some good ideas but we’re going in a different direction. Sorry, Mr. Mazzello. We’ll give you a call when we decide.

Yeah, he knew what that meant. He’d get no such call, he could guarantee. Maybe it was arrogant on his part, but he’d thought that after landing Bohemian Rhapsody, casting directors everywhere would be begging for him to come audition for them. He’d found it was kind of the opposite; no matter how much money Borhap had made, Joseph Mazzello still wasn’t a big name in Hollywood, and people were looking for big names. Names that had made it onto more than one A-list movie in the past two decades.

He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary - really, traffic was crawling, so he could have put the car in park - and took a steadying breath. One rejected audition didn’t mean his whole career was coming to an end. He needed to be patient. He needed to keep trying.

He needed to stop hearing that damn casting director’s voice on repeat, is what he needed.

He fiddled with the radio again, tuning it to the station that played oldies and actually played Queen pretty consistently. No such luck this time, though - David Byrne’s voice crooned out through the speakers in its clipped way, oddly grating to Joe at the moment.

He turned the radio off with a huff. “Yeah, I’m about to be a psycho killer if this traffic doesn’t start moving.”

He was ready to be home. It had been a long and disheartening day, and he was just ready to be home and lay on the couch in sweatpants and watch reruns of X-Files on Fox. Maybe have some wine, possibly take a long and boiling hot shower. Anything to self-soothe from having to submit to the mortifying ordeal of giving his all to an audition only to be rejected, yet again.

“Finally,” he muttered to himself as traffic began to move. He eased the car up to the speed limit after inching forward for nearly half an hour and felt some of the tension in his shoulders ease.

He got home over an hour after he said he’d be back, night starting to fall over Belgravia and easing the temperature down with a cool breeze through the darkening sky. Looking up at the second floor windows of the brownstone, he couldn’t help but feel comforted at the warm light spilling between the sheer curtains and onto the street below. Double checking the car was locked, he headed up the steps to the front door, straightening his shoulders so as not to immediately give away how tired he felt.

The sound of “Funny How Love Is” greeted him as he closed the front door behind him, drifting in from where it was playing softly in the living room. He put his keys and his wallet on the little catch-all table in the foyer as he closed the door behind him.

“Honey, I’m home,” he called.

“Oh, fuck you!” came Ben’s voice from the living room.

Joe gave a surprised laugh at the reply, a smile crossing his face for the first time all day as kicked off his shoes. He made his way into the living room and found Ben on the couch, intently playing Mario Kart.

“That’s one hell of a way to greet your boyfriend,” Joe teased.

Ben gestured hopelessly to the screen. “I was in first place and Toad ran me right off.”

Joe saw Ben was playing Rainbow Road, and he could understand his boyfriend’s frustration. “So, that wasn’t directed at me?”

Ben looked mildly panicked. “God, no, sorry.” He gave Joe a smile. “Hi, honey. I’m glad you’re home. Come here.”

Joe sat next to Ben on the couch as he paused the game, tossing the controller aside in favor of taking Joe’s face in his hands and giving him a few gentle kisses.

“There,” he said. “Better?”

Joe couldn’t help but smile. “Much better, thank you.”

He propped his feet on the coffee table and leaned his head on Ben’s shoulder, enjoying the closeness. “You can keep playing if you want. Gotta show Toad who’s boss.”

Ben laughed, a warm and comforting sound, taking the controller in hand again as he started another race.

“And if you can’t beat Toad on Peach Beach, I’m officially disowning you,” Joe added.

Ben snorted. “Okay, dad, thanks.”

Joe was content to sit in silence and watch Ben play, listening as he sang along with Queen in his warm voice.

“Funny how love is everywhere, just look and see,” he sang almost out of habit. “Funny how love is anywhere you’re bound to be.”

Joe closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, sinking into the sound of Ben’s voice and the feel of his warmth. Ben was practically a furnace; he usually wore his dozens of soft hoodies not because he was cold but because he was a very tactile person, enjoying physical touch and substituting with sweatshirts when he couldn’t have any.  

“So… how did your audition go?” Ben asked as the track switched to “Seven Seas of Rhye”, distracted by the video game but still wanting to engage with him.

Joe started to say that he didn’t want to talk about it, but he was saved from answering Ben as Gwil appeared on the stairs. Gwil smiled as he came down to the living room with a hoodie in hand, the corners of his eyes crinkling behind his round glasses.

“Thought I heard you come in,” he said. “How was your day, love?”

“Fine,” Joe said, trying for nonchalance. “Do you have a headache?”

While Gwil usually wore his glasses closer to bedtime and both Ben and Joe adored it, thinking it made Gwil’s sharp-featured beauty look a bit softer, they’d also learned that he wore them when he got headaches.

“No, thankfully,” Gwil said. “But my contacts were bothering me a bit.” He tossed the hoodie to Ben, who paused his game to pull it on.

“I couldn’t find the one you asked for,” Gwil said. “So I just grabbed one of mine.”

Ben gave him a smile. “‘S perfect, love, thanks.”

Gwil watched Ben go back to the game with a gentle smile on his face. That was Joe’s favorite part of being in a relationship with the two of them, seeing how they looked at each other like they hung the moon.

Joe warmed as that same gentle affection was turned on him, Gwil studying his face with a shadow of concern in his own before holding his hand out to Joe.

“Come on into the kitchen with me, Joey.”

Joe sighed and took Gwil’s hand, standing from his spot next to Ben on the couch. He almost wanted to stay with the blonde, knowing that Ben wouldn’t ask him questions about his day while he was focusing on the game. Gwil, though, had no such distractions, and Joe felt the weight of his admittedly vague answer between them.

“Tea?” Gwil asked, filling the kettle at the sink.

Joe took a seat at the bar. “Sure. Thanks.”

“There’s dinner leftover if you want some,” Gwil said, setting the kettle to heat on the stove. “I wasn’t sure if you’d eaten, since you came home later than you said. I tried to call but it went straight to voicemail.”

Joe ran a hand over his face. “Yeah, my phone died right as I left and I got caught in traffic. What’d you make?”

“It was Ben, actually,” Gwil said with a smile. “Chicken parmesan. I can heat some up for you if you want.”

“That’s ok,” Joe said. “I might have some later.”

In all honesty he felt kind of queasy at the thought of admitting that he hadn’t gotten the job. He stared blankly at the kettle on the stove, the casting director’s voice kept ringing in his ears. You’re just not what we’re looking for.

“Joe,” Gwil said.

He looked up to see Gwil taking three mugs down from the cabinet. “Hm?”

Gwil’s smile was colored with a bit of sadness. “I asked you what kind of tea you wanted.”

“Oh, sorry. Um, whatever you’re having. I don’t care.”

That wasn’t necessarily true; Ben and Gwil both knew Joe’s favorite tea was Darjeeling, and Gwil fixed it for him despite his answer. Joe felt a strange kind of ache as he watched Gwil make tea for the three of them, humming softly to himself, wiping up a spilled drop of water with the sleeve of his cozy black sweater. It was the same kind of ache he’d felt before they were together, when he’d found himself wanting to be held and comforted by the tall Welshman but not knowing how to ask.

“Where’d you go?” Gwil asked, giving him his tea.

Joe drew his mug close. “What do you mean?”

“You were miles away just then,” Gwil said. He smiled. “Just wanted to see where you’d got off to.”

“Nowhere,” he lied, running a hand over his face. “Just tired, that’s all.”

Gwil looked like he was about to say something, probably pushing back on the “just tired” excuse, but Ben’s voice cut him off from the living room.

“Did you make tea?” he asked.

“Yes, love,” Gwil called back. “Yours is ready if you want it.”

A moment later, Ben came into the kitchen; he took a seat next to Joe at the bar, pulling the sleeves of Gwil’s hoodie over his hands.

“Thanks,” he said as Gwil handed him a mug.

“My pleasure,” Gwil said, leaning on his elbows on the counter close to them. He bobbed his tea bag a few times, the water turning a honey color as the herbal tea he always drank seeped in.

“Say, you didn’t ever tell me how your audition went,” Ben said, nudging his shoulder lightly against Joe’s.

“You were a little distracted,” Joe said, trying for a joke and also trying to avoid the question again.

Ben smiled. “Yeah, but now I’m all yours. How was it?”

Joe wrapped his hands around the mug, feeling the warmth of it against the sudden chill of anxiety that made its way through him. “Um...” He felt a vague fight-or-flight feeling kick in, and searched for a way to get out from under the question without it being woefully obvious.

“Yeah, I’ll tell you all about it in a minute,” he said, standing. “I’m just gonna… go to the bathroom real quick.”

Oh, good job, Joe. He mentally kicked himself as his boyfriends gave him looks that mixed confusion and concern.

“Is everything ok?” Gwil asked.

Joe rubbed the back of his neck like he did when he was nervous, immediately making himself stop as soon as he noticed he was doing it. It was his biggest tell when he was lying or upset, and if they hadn’t already seen right through him like he was sure they had, his hand on the back of his neck was a dead giveaway.

“Yeah, fine.” Again, he tried for a joke. “I had to pee before I left, and sitting in traffic didn’t do me any favors. I’ll be right back.”

Before either of them could say anything or he could embarrass himself further, he made his escape up the stairs to the master bathroom. He could have gone to the guest bathroom downstairs, but he wanted a whole floor’s difference between him and his boyfriends who were surely talking about him now that they were alone. He splashed cool water on his face, glancing up at his reflection; he was red-cheeked with embarrassment, and he only flushed deeper when he thought of going back downstairs again. They’d probably take the hint and not ask him about it again - doubtless they’d guessed he didn’t get the part - but he’d still made such a huge deal about it that they were sure to walk on eggshells around him.

As he turned off the faucet and buried his face in a towel, he heard quiet bickering coming from the other side of the bathroom door.

“He obviously doesn’t want to talk about it,” Gwil was saying in a hushed voice. “Maybe we should just let it drop.”

“Maybe something’s really wrong,” Ben insisted, his tone matching his boyfriend’s. “Maybe it hasn’t got to do with the audition at all.”

Gwil was quiet for a moment. “You don’t think he’d hide something important, do you?”

Joe could picture Ben shrugging in response.

“He’s been like this since he walked through the door,” Ben said. “I’m worried, Gwil. This seems like a lot of fuss for one silly audition.”

“I agree,” Gwil said. “But maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s something different.”

Joe sighed. Why couldn’t he have just admitted he didn’t get the part and gotten it over with? He felt bad that he’d whipped his boyfriends up into a state of panic with his behavior; he knew it was childish. To have to go and tell them that it was indeed just the failed audition that had gotten him this upset, and not some life-threatening news worthy of a whole charade like the one he’d put on, was nearly too much to bear. He couldn’t hide in the bathroom forever, though, and after a few steadying breaths he went out into their bedroom.

Ben and Gwil broke apart from where they’d been talking closely together on the foot of the bed, trying to act as if they hadn’t just been in intent conversation about him. He almost smiled as he shrugged off his jacket and went to hang it in the closet; it was a small comfort that they were as bad as he was at acting like everything was fine. He stayed in the closet longer than he needed to, trying to buy himself some time or wait for them to say something.

Their hushed voices started up again, and Joe heard Ben say he was going to ask.

Gwil took Ben’s hand as he stood, trying to get him to sit back down. “Wait, Ben, just - ”

“Joey,” Ben said in his regular speaking voice, the baritone colored with concern. He gave Gwil’s hand a reassuring squeeze before letting it go and coming over to the closet.

“Please tell us what’s wrong,” he said.

Joe brushed past him and went to take off his watch, setting it on top of the dresser. “Nothing’s wrong,” he said, feeling a flare of frustration. Why couldn’t they have just let it go?

“Come on, sweetheart, you’ve been acting out of sorts since you came in the door,” Ben said. “We’re just worried about you.”

Joe huffed and carded his hand through his hair. “Fine,” he said. “I didn’t get the part, but you already knew that. That’s what’s wrong. Now can we please not talk about it any more?”

The words tasted bitter on his mouth, and now that he’d said them instead of just implied them, they couldn't be taken back.

“So…” Gwil ventured, “it is just the audition?”

“What, that’s not enough?” Joe snapped. He didn’t like that he was talking to his boyfriends like this, but he couldn’t seem to get a hold of his frustration and shame.

“No,” Gwil said, a bit surprised at Joe’s tone. “I mean, not getting a part is never fun, sure. But you’re not usually like this about it.”

Joe gave a derisive laugh. “Yeah, because I’ve had so many failed auditions that we know how I’m going to react to them.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Gwil said, pained that he’d wounded his boyfriend further. “We’ve all had plenty of failed auditions before. What I meant was that even out of the three of us, you’re usually the one who takes it best.”

That was true, and it was probably most of the reason why they were pressing him so hard about it this time. Gwil would brood and mull over his audition for hours on end if he didn’t get one, trying to see what he’d done wrong; Ben could get downright sulky if he got turned down. Joe, though, was always the one to crack a joke, to say that he hadn’t wanted the part anyways, to say they were probably going to go with someone else because the industry had a thing against redheads. He’d rarely taken a loss like he had this one, and he didn’t blame his boyfriends for being overly concerned.

Joe ran a hand over his face, annoyed at the sting of tears he felt.

“What was it about this one that made it so hard, Joe?” Gwil asked. “I don’t remember you saying you wanted it that badly, but I’m sorry if you did and I forgot.”

“No, it’s ok,” Joe said tiredly. Truth be told he hadn’t been very excited about this part, but at this point he figured he’d take what he could get.

He almost laughed. Of course, he’d been scraping the bottom of the barrel and had still come up empty. That was par for the course, wasn’t it?

“I just…” He shook his head. “Maybe it’s time to throw in the towel, you know?”

Ben and Gwil both frowned, surprise and confusion warring for dominance in their expressions. Ben sat at the foot of the bed again next to Gwil, both of them waiting patiently to hear what Joe meant even as they worried over him. Gwil put his hand over Ben’s to let the younger man know that it had been good to get Joe talking about this.

Joe sighed. “It’s been months since awards season, and I haven’t gotten any jobs.”

“That’s nothing to worry about, though,” Gwil said. He gave a wry smile. “You don’t get jobs lined up like that unless you work for Marvel or something.”

“You did,” Joe protested. “Both of you got jobs as soon as you got off Borhap.”

“Not big ones, though,” Gwil said. “Top End’s only playing in Australia, for god’s sake.”

“And I’ll only be in Six Underground for ten minutes, tops,” Ben agreed. “It’s not like I’m headlining my own box-office hit.”

“Still,” Joe said, unconsoled. “They’re still jobs. You’re still actors that people want to cast. I’m just…”

You’re just not what we’re looking for, the casting director’s voice filled in for him. That had been the constant, through all of it - everybody else could get a job, but Joe was never what anybody was looking for.

He hung his head. “Maybe I’m just not good enough.”

If he’d expected wild protest from his boyfriends, he didn’t get it. For a split second he had the dreadful feeling their silence was agreement, but no sooner had the thought crossed his mind than he felt Ben’s arms around him, pulling him close. He let himself be held, burying his face in Ben’s hoodie.

“Oh, Joey,” Gwil said, running a hand over his back and gently kissing the parts of his face that weren’t hidden against Ben’s chest. “That’s not true and you know it.”

“Why can’t I get a part, then?” he asked, his voice muffled by the fabric of Ben’s hoodie.

Gwil sighed. “I dunno, love. All I know is that every one of those movies would have been lucky to have you. You’re incredibly talented, Joe. You just haven’t found the right part yet.”

“And everybody who said no to you has no idea what they’re missing,” Ben agreed. He pulled back to look at Joe’s face, brushing away the few tears that Joe hadn’t managed to keep at bay. “Okay?”

Joe nodded. “Okay.” He knew he wouldn’t be fully convinced until he landed another job, but for now it was enough to lean on his boyfriends’ confidence in him.

“Sorry about…” He sighed. “Everything. I should have just told you.”

“That’s ok, love,” Gwil said. He brushed back Joe’s slightly mussed hair. “Why don’t you have a bath, hm? Wind down a bit before bed, how does that sound?”

“Only if you two join me,” he said.

Smiles surfaced on both of their faces.

“I think that can be arranged,” Gwil said, at the same time Ben said “do you even have to ask?”

Ben and Joe got comfy pajamas laid out for the three of them while Gwil drew the bath, leaving the bathroom lights off. They came into the bathroom greeted by the scent of rose bath salts and the warm glow of the candles they’d bought for just this purpose. Joe wasn’t even in the bath before he felt the tension leave his tired body, his boyfriend’s gentle hands helping him out of his clothes and into the warm water enough to erase a lifetime’s worth of worry. Gwil got in behind him and Ben across from them, their legs tangled together in the middle. Joe leaned back against Gwil’s chest as Gwil comfortably wrapped his arms around him. Ben traced up and down Joe’s thigh with a gentle touch.

“Okay, Benny?” Gwil asked.

Ben smiled. “Perfect. Though you both owe me lots of cuddles when we get in bed.”

Both Gwil and Joe gave a soft laugh.

“Come here, you,” Joe said, leaning forward to kiss Ben. The feel of Ben’s mouth on his and Gwil’s warm hand on his back made Joe almost lightheaded with happiness. He rested his forehead against Ben’s for a minute, drinking in the closeness of the two people he loved most in the world, the two people who showed him tirelessly that he was good enough, even when everything else was telling him he wasn’t.

He leaned back against Gwil and kissed his scruffy jaw, feeling Gwil’s smile.

“Thank you,” Joe said. “Both of you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Gwil twined his fingers with Joe’s. “Lucky for you, you’re stuck with us.”

Ben took their entwined fingers in his hands and brought them to his lips, peppering them with gentle kisses and tracing circles over their knuckles with the pad of his thumb.

“Gwil and I love you so much, Joey,” Ben said against their hands. “You’re perfect, you know? Absolutely perfect.”

Joe’s cheeks pinked and he turned his face to hide against Gwil. Gwil chuckled and kissed his temple.

“It’s true, love,” Gwil said. “You are perfect. And pretty soon some casting director’s going to see that as plainly as we do, I promise.”

“I love you,” Joe said. That one was just for Gwil, and he knew it; he drew Joe closer and gave a sigh of contentment.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Joe lightly nudged Ben in the ribs with his heel, drawing a giggle from the blonde as Joe had hoped it would. Ben was very ticklish, and his innocent laughter was one of the most beautiful sounds Joe had ever heard.

“I love you,” Joe told him. He couldn’t help but smile at Ben’s grin.

“I love you too, Joey,” he said. “Even more than Mario Kart.”

Gwil gave a huff of a laugh. “Charming.”

“It’s okay, Gwil,” Ben said. “I love you more than Mario Kart too.”

“Did I ever mention how irresistible your skills for romance were?” Gwil asked.

They all laughed and settled closer to each other, limbs tangled in the warm water, Ben’s skin fairly shimmering in the gold light, Gwil’s big hands belying their true softness as they traced over whichever parts of his boyfriends he could reach. Ben hummed “Funny How Love Is” in the companionable stillness, and Joe felt it was rather appropriate. Funny how love is everywhere, just look and see. Funny how love is anywhere you’re bound to be.

Even if he never got cast again in his life, he’d still gotten Borhap, and that was the only that mattered because it was what brought him to Ben and Gwil. Tomorrow brings love in the shape of things. Even if tomorrow brought audition after failed audition, it would still bring him another day with the two loves of his life. It would still bring him to loving and being loved in a hundred different ways by the two people who made everything right in the world, no matter what.

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[laminy]

Joe needs more love 🗣 How about the boys making him feel good 👀

Rami curls against Joe’s side, reaching up to push his fingers through Joe’s hair, gently tugging on it to get Joe to look at him.

“Yes?” Joe asks with a teasing smile, and then he gasps, face screwing up and arching off the bed, and Rami smiles back, leaning in to give him a kiss. Rami runs his fingers down over Joe’s chest through the fine hair there, scratching his nails gently against Joe’s sensitive skin. “Jesus Christ,” Joe grits out, lifting his head up off the pillows to shakily look down at Ben and Gwil.

“They’re being very distracting,” Rami says, and Joe barks out a sharp laugh, nodding before he reaches up, pulling Rami in for another kiss. Rami moans, opening his mouth under Joe’s, letting his tongue in, and he melts against Joe.

Gwil for his part is between Joe’s legs, lubed fingers curling inside him over and over insistently, making Joe gasp with pleasure as his eyes roll back. Gwil’s tongue dips out every so often, licking around his fingers, dipping into the tight muscle, and Joe moans against Rami’s mouth, reaching a hand down to clutch at Ben, fingers digging into his hair.

Ben has Joe’s cock in his mouth, moving up and down slowly, his tongue swirling around and dragging against Joe’s length as he pulls off just to suck on the head. He moans when Joe’s fingers tighten in his hair, and then he pulls off to catch his breath, still working his hand up and down over him. “Doing alright up there?” he asks, voice rough, looking up at Joe.

“God, you have no idea,” Joe groans, shifting his hips up, cock pressing against Ben’s mouth.

“Geez,” Ben says, rolling his eyes with a smile at Gwil, “message received.”

“Sorry,” Joe says, and he twists some more as Ben takes him back in his mouth. “Gwil, I—” He feels himself clenching around Gwil’s fingers, and then Ben moans as Joe’s cock spurts precum into his mouth. Ben swallows, swirling his tongue around, chasing the taste. “God, I— you guys, I—”

“Shh, shh,” Rami says, nuzzling him against him, smoothing his hand over Joe’s chest. “Is it too much?” he asks.

“Depends on how quickly you—” Joe’s breath catches and he lifts his hips, trying to fuck himself harder on Gwil’s digits. “Wa— want me to come.”

Gwil flicks and swirls his tongue, and then pulls back. “Come whenever you want,” he says, licking his lips. “It’s just about making you feel good. Do you feel good?” he asks, curling his fingers for his emphasis, and Joe lets out a loud groan, toes curling, nodding.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” Joe cries out, and Gwil smiles.

“Then good,” Gwil says, rubbing his fingers harder.

[freddie-jim-are-otp]

Someone send ask please any borhab or queen ship or even mix I'll write it.

[nothingelsematterswrites]

It's cool you opened your ask box! I'm not sure if you follow the cast of Borhap or how you feel about them. But uhhh.... is poly ben/joe/gwyl allowed? All I care about is that Joe's never been with other men before. I love reading your work!!!

Thanks so much! (I wasn’t writing BoRhap boys originally…but I might make an exception after some of the content over the last few weeks *COUGHJOEWAKINGUPWITHBENCOUGH*)

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It was their eyes that did it. Gwilym had such beautiful, kind, gentle eyes that Joe could practically feel himself turning to mush under them. And then there were Ben’s, that bright expressive blue and the way he looked at Gwilym as though the other was the sum of his happiness.

Joe had been jealous of their love almost instantly. It took him a long, long time to admit that he was jealous because he wanted that love for himself, because he wanted them to love him as much as he loved them.

And then, to his surprise, they did. They’d asked him out, Gwil chewing his lower lip in nerves, Ben stammering. They’d taken him to dinner.

And now they were taking him to bed.

Joe was more than a little nervous now. He’d never been with another man before. Never even kissed one, never thought he’d wanted to, and Ben and Gwil were clearly more experienced.

But Gwilym kissed him, warm and tender and slow, and told him they’d take their time, and Joe was in control tonight. Ben had undressed him, brushing reverent touches against his skin, kissing everywhere he could reach.

They kissed and touched for a long time, learning each other’s bodies, mapping out the places that made them gasp and hiss. Gwilym slid his way down Joe’s body, and for one moment Joe thought Gwilym was going to suck his cock; but then the other man kept sliding lower, and Joe whimpered as he felt the first swipe of Gwil’s tongue across his entrance.

Ben kissed Joe, one hand wrapping around his cock, and Joe was soon turned into a writhing, quivering mess as Gwilym’s tongue moved lazy circles inside him. After a few moments, Ben changed position, swinging over to straddle Joe and rub their cocks together. Gwil held Joe’s hips down as Ben ground down on him, and Joe had never felt anything as amazing before.

Then Ben’s head tipped back and he moaned, high and beautiful, and Joe managed to prop himself up just enough to see that Gwilym had two fingers buried in Ben, twisting slowly.

“Okay, Joe?” he whispered as he sat up, licking his lips like he’d just been tasting the finest of delicacies. “Can I finger you?”

Joe nodded frantically, and then Gwil’s tongue was replaced with a finger and he was floating in sensation.

(Somewhere, the conscious part of his mind was boggled that Gwilym was coordinated enough to somehow finger both of them at once.)

“All right,” Gwil said as he added a second finger inside Joe. “I’m gonna fuck you, and Ben’s gonna ride you. Is that all right? You can say no, if you want.”

“No - yes - I want that,” Joe managed to gasp out as Gwilym’s fingers hooked upwards.

Ben slid off Joe, and Joe turned his head to watch as he began preparing himself properly, showing off his flexibility as he pushed his own fingers inside. With the other hand, he threw a condom and a pillow to Gwilym, who shoved the pillow under Joe’s hips.

“It’s going to hurt, the first time,” he said softly, stroking the soft skin of Joe’s thighs. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

The slowness with which Gwil enters him is almost more painful than the act itself, Joe thought. But then Gwil bottoms out, and Joe breathes harshly through the burning stretch and oh, being filled up like this feels so good.

“Ready?”

Joe can only mumble incoherently and nod frantically as Gwilym begins to thrust, his movements still careful and setting Joe’s nerve endings alight.

“Time for Ben?”

Ben’s strong hands rolled a condom down over Joe’s cock, and then Joe’s moan is punched from his throat as he watches Ben straddle him, lowering his hips slowly, the way he bites one plump lip as he takes Joe’s cock inside.

“Oh, god, Joe,” he groans, his head tipped back again, when he’s seated. “Oh, god, you feel incredible.”

Gwilym leans over and bites at Ben’s neck, and they begin moving together, Ben grinding down and Gwil fucking up, and Joe feels like his mind is scattered to the four winds. Ben leans over and kisses him, which changes the angle -

Joe gives a keening cry as he comes, feeling the way the other two lose rhythm above him, and then he’s treated to Ben’s long moan and the way he spills over their stomachs with just one stroke of Gwil’s hand. Gwil comes last, a series of short, harsh cries punctuating the stuttering of his hips, and they collapse into a pile.

Joe’s hardly aware of anything after that, as Gwil pulls out and Ben climbs off and condoms are disposed of and Ben wipes him down tenderly. Then he’s being snuggled in between the two men he loves most in all the world.

“I love you guys,” he whispers, closing his eyes.

“We love you too,” Gwilym answers, smiling, and Joe falls asleep with lips on his skin.

(holy wow my tenses sorry)

[bambirex]

Poly!BoRhap+Lucy - Jo, Rami & Gwen walk in on Lucy & Bella having sex. The three join in on pleasuring Lucy.

The girls heard the soft moans coming from the bedroom, and they followed the delicious noises with hungry smirks on their faces.

An appreciative hum left their lips in unison at the sight of Lucy fucking Bella on the bed, limbs tangled together in a beautiful, heated mess.

"You seriously started without us?" Rami asked with mock-offence. This made the two blondes look up, their faces flushed and sweaty.

"No one said you can't join." Lucy smirked, thrusting forward to push the strap deeper into Bella. Bella keened high in her throat, thighs shaking around Lucy's waist.

The other three didn't need any more encouraging: they joined their girlfriends on the bed quickly.

Gwen slipped a hand between Lucy's legs under the strap-on she was wearing, humming at the wetness she found there.

"You've been a little abandoned, haven't you?" Gwen cooed, slipping two fingers inside straight away. Lucy whimpered, throwing her head back against Gwen's shoulder.

"Don't worry, we've got you." Jo grinned, leaning down to take a hard nipple into her mouth, sucking on it teasingly.

Ramj buried her face in Lucy's neck, sucking marks into the sensitive skin, and Lucy let out a deep moan, hips shuddering as she fucked into Bella, as well as grinding down onto Gwen's fingers.

"You are all so fucking beautiful." Bella moaned, looking up at the fantastic image of Lucy getting pleasured from many sides.

Gwen twisted her fingers in a way that made Lucy practically scream, her hips rocketing forward, pushing the toy straight into Bella's G-spot.

"This is absolutely heavenly." Rami whispered, her breath hot against Lucy's skin.

Lucy didn't get to reply, because Jo pinched her nipples hard, causing her to let a pleasured sob.

The room was soon filled with their moans as they got lost in the ecstasy of loving each other.