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donutsweeper) wrote2008-04-28 12:50 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2008-04-28 12:50 pm
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Ménage à Trois
Title: Ménage à Trois
Pairing/Rating/Warning: Rhys/Owen/Jack, rated R, set S1
Word Count: 100
Summary: It's a drabble, it's Rhys/Owen/Jack and has absolutely no plot or point.
Author's Note: Ummm... can something be both smut and crack? Written formad_jaks who wanted this pairing for ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tw100's st:tng reverse fandom challenge and for my 150th fic
Pairing/Rating/Warning: Rhys/Owen/Jack, rated R, set S1
Word Count: 100
Summary: It's a drabble, it's Rhys/Owen/Jack and has absolutely no plot or point.
Author's Note: Ummm... can something be both smut and crack? Written for
mad_jaks who wanted this pairing for tw100's st:tng reverse fandom challenge and for my 150th fic“You’re not going to get away from us that easily,” Jack growled, pushing his Rhys into Owen’s firm grip.
“Not that you really wanted to, eh?” Owen whispered.
“No.” Rhys’s mind whirled as he was pressed between the two men. “I...” He trailed off as hands were suddenly everywhere on him: Owen pushing up his shirt and stroking his chest, Jack unbuttoning his jeans and grabbing his arse. “Oh god.”
“No.” Jack nipped Rhys on the neck. “Although, we’ll take that compliment, won’t we Owen?”
“Oh yeah,” Owen said as he reached around Rhys to pull Jack into a deep kiss.
“Not that you really wanted to, eh?” Owen whispered.
“No.” Rhys’s mind whirled as he was pressed between the two men. “I...” He trailed off as hands were suddenly everywhere on him: Owen pushing up his shirt and stroking his chest, Jack unbuttoning his jeans and grabbing his arse. “Oh god.”
“No.” Jack nipped Rhys on the neck. “Although, we’ll take that compliment, won’t we Owen?”
“Oh yeah,” Owen said as he reached around Rhys to pull Jack into a deep kiss.
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Hee, poor Rhys, he would just be so surprised and "wait, what's happening to me here?!" But enjoying it, perhaps despite himself, because goodness, who wouldn't?
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