Skates Over Stick

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Mazelle Spring 2023 backstage

I got a comment on a fic that is less than a year old and it was mostly an apology for being a comment on an "old fic" and how late they were in commenting.

Fandom is not trends.

Fandom is a cross between a library and having a slumber party with your friends.

Soap is obsessed with frotting. He loves it. Pressed up against another bloke, making out hot and heavy while he grips both their cocks between them. Feeling how hard the man is right against him, it's perfect. Unfortunately for him, he now spends his time with the largest men in the entire bloody country.

Kyle's too long. If Johnny wants to squeeze his fist at the tip, which of course he does when Gaz's eyes flutter like that, then his own cock slips out of his grasp. Slapping back against his stomach with a plap that always makes the bigger man laugh. It was cute the first few times, but now it's just frustrating.

With Price, Soap can't even get his entire fist around both of them. He isn't a small man, perhaps slightly below average. But compared to Price's thick length he's puny. Eventually the Captain get's annoyed with his pathetic strokes. Unable to get a good grip, he brushes his hand away. Wrapping his own, much larger palm around them both. It always makes Johnny cum embarrassingly fast. The burning flush of shame at his Captain's disappointed face making his stomach twist with arousal. And when he inevitably spills over John's hand far too early, he's met with an annoyed sigh. Shoved away from the older man while he finishes himself off.

Ghost is the fucking worst though. He's so mean about it. The man is massive. Not only does he dwarf Soap in height, but also in cock size. Thick and heavy, just the sight of it makes his jaw itch. Eager to choke on it. But despite how many times they spent in bed together, and trust, it has been many, Ghost has yet to let him try frotting.

"You think I want to touch that puny thing? Won't it be fuckin' humiliating for you? Pressed against this thing." He'd tease, flexing so his cock bounced up before drooping back down between his thick thighs.

It was especially humiliating when he was with all three of them. Eagerly trying to shove himself between Ghost and Gaz as they rut against each other. His cock truly pathetic compared to the pair.

"Fuck off runt. Frottings for real men."

Across the room John puffs out a lazy cloud of cigar smoke. Nodding his head towards Johnny's dismayed expression.

"Let the kid join in. Look how bad he wants it."

And he did want it. So badly. Cock twitching as it leaked precum down his smaller length. Practically panting when Ghost sighed and moved to allow him to join. His large arm around the Scot's waist to keep him close. Arching forward to grind against their cocks when Gaz wrapped his fist around the three of them. His fingers didn't reach all the way around, and there wasn't enough pressure for any of them to actually get off, but Johnny was in absolute bliss.

He whined, leaning into Kyle as he mouthed at his neck and up his cheek. Finally finding his lips to fall into a messy kiss. Spit dripping down his chin as he fucked into the mans fist.

Ghost grunted softly, reaching between them to tease Johnny's tip.

"'S fuckin' tiny..." He muttered. Watching intently to see the blotchy blush spreading down Johnny's neck and chest. "Barely even a dick. Basically a clit."

He always knew exactly what to say to drive Johnny crazy. Jolting towards their touch as he came. Making Gaz's strokes slick with his spend.

With a laugh Ghost pushed him away. Keeping his gaze on him as he fell onto the bed heavily. He was so mean. It was so hot. Johnny would hate him if he didn't love it so much.

At the starry eyed expression on his face Ghost laughed, before pulling Kyle into a kiss. Wrapping his hand over the other mans to grip both their impressive cocks tight. Kyle's eyes fluttered in the way Johnny adored.

"He makes a better bitch, doesn't'e?" Kyle mumbled against the taller mans lips. Grinning when he hummed in agreement. If they kept talking like that, Johnny was going to be hard again.

When Kyle finally gasped, cum coating Ghost's fingers, they pulled away. Ghost turning to Johnny with a grin on his scarred lips.

I had to turn this off, but it's something that allows Windows and anyone using your device to generate text/images.

Simon kinda has a crush on you. The only time he sees you is on field, you two work on a different task force that occasionally teams up with the 141, but every time he sees you it reminds him of his crush on you. Most of the time he just ignores it, he only sees you during missions so there’s no point in dwelling on it. That is until on a mission your captain gets injured and so your whole team goes back to the 141’s base because it was closer. Shouldn't be a big deal, Simon just needs to ignore you for a few days, then he’ll eventually forget about you again like he always does.

Until he walks into the locker room and he realizes, other than your face he's never really seen your skin. He’s only ever seen you on the field, when you are fully covered. And now Simon is learning you are absolutely covered in tattoos, much like him. He just stands there in the doorway staring at you, he can't stop himself. “Need something lieutenant?” Simon ran a hand over his face, fuck you were hot. He shook his head and just walked out. It was weird but you brushed it off.

Simon couldn't sleep that night, couldn't stop thinking about you and those tattoos and how hot it would be to fuck you senseless. Simon got out of bed earlier, hoping a long run would get you out of his head but of course you were also up and getting ready to run. He couldn't even think of anything to say while he looked over your body, you had tattoos all over your arms and legs, the top of your chest and your stomach, it seemed like you had tattoos everywhere except your face. “Lieutenant?” Simon's eyes snapped up from your tattooed thighs, you were smirking at him “like what you see?” Simon's face went bright red and he attempted to walk away but you stopped him “I like your tattoos too Simon” if he didn't have a hard on from staring at you he definitely had one after you said his name. 

continuation of {xoxo}:

Gaz was pleasantly surprised when you, his painfully shy friend, gave him another gift for valentine’s day.

and this was at a friendly gathering.