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I wrote a sonnet (yes, a sonnet, because why not?) for my dear friend @tikiniki and I feel like everyone who has ever made a good friend online can identify with this, so I decided to share it:
Through digital advance the world is smaller madeÂ
For global unity and discourse we all striveÂ
And sometimes in our strife we do createÂ
An honest friendship, wholly real and so aliveÂ
 Although we never have stood face to faceÂ
It seems we see as clearly eye to eyeÂ
I hope that one day soon I will embraceÂ
You, my true friend, and I shall gladly sighÂ
 I thank you dearly for the laughter we have sharedÂ
For your support, your kindness and the gleeÂ
Which you have brought me; I would not have daredÂ
Dear smut wife! Here we go again! I'd love some poly!Queen smut with some somnophilia and laundry! You know what to do! Please and thank you
Hello love! It would be my honor to fulfill your request! The title of this one is âIâm Only Sleeping.â and itâs also on Ao3! I hope you enjoy! <3.
With love, wifeyÂ
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âHow does this work again, darling?âÂ
Freddie had a basket of laundry under his arm, one hip popped out to balance it.
âI think you twist this knobâŠlike this,â John interjected, thrusting an arm forward to fiddle with the machine.Â
Roger hefted his own basket onto the work table, cigarette dangling precariously from his lips, where Brian sat swinging his legs off the edge. âYou put the powder in first,â Roger spoke around it. He grabbed the cigarette just before it slipped from his mouth, taking a long drag from it.Â
Hazel eyes caught his. âI donât think youâre supposed to smoke in here,â Brian said softly.Â
Roger just smiled and stepped between those long legs, holding his breath until he pressed his lips to Brianâs, shotgunning the smoke. Brian coughed, his eyes watering. âFuck it, Bri,â Roger said lazily. âItâs Saturday night and thereâs not a soul in this place.â He offered the cigarette to Brian, but he waved it off.
âIs someone going to help me with this bloody machine?â Freddie whined.Â
John slipped an arm around his waist. âWe need quarters, babe. Whoâs got the change?â
Roger withdrew a soup can from his basket, giving it a dramatic little shake. âJohn, you do the honors.âÂ
John fed the machine the right amount of money, and pushed in the lever. Magically, the water started flowing. âItâs about bloody time,â Brian groused.Â
John whipped his head around as Freddie fed clothes into the washer. âI donât see you doing anything.âÂ
Brianâs mouth fell open, and he clutched the stack of books he had brought with him protectively. âI canât. You know Iâve got an exam tomorrow. Iâve got to bone up.âÂ
 John took in the bags under his eyes and his bedraggled appearance. âTake a break love. At least help me sort the clothes.âÂ
Brian stuttered, looking torn. âI really need to study,â he said.
John threw a dirty shirt at him, smacking him upside the head. âSuit yourself.âÂ
Roger giggled, grabbing the shirt where it fell on the table and crossing to the washer. He handed John the washing powders from the basket he had brought, and the three boys closed the lid on their first successful load.Â
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The dryer hadnât been any easier to figure out, but once they had, piles of warm, soft, freshly laundered clothes were landing all around Brian on the work table. The smell and the heat wafting up from them was almost intoxicating, not to mention the steady whir of the machines filling the airâŠit was enough to lull him into a sort of peaceful relaxation, an almost dreamlike state.Â
The boys had been so wrapped up in their laundry duties, they hadnât noticed how quiet Brian had become. Then, one of his heavy books slid off his lap, hitting the floor with a loud crash.Â
They simultaneously turned around to find the curly-haired brunet fast asleep in the piles of warm, fresh laundry.Â
âWould you look at that,â Freddie said, a tinge of awe painting his voice.Â
They approached the table to look down on him. John smiled. âTold him he was working too hard.âÂ
Roger smirked, light fingers tracing Brianâs partial erection. âThose warm clothes must feel good,â he said, fingers stopping at the button on Brianâs trousers. A flick of the wrist and it was popped. Brian didnât even stir.Â
Roger looked up at Freddie and John, his tan face carrying a high flush. âWhat if I have a little fun with Bri? Looks like heâs a step or two ahead of me.âÂ
John linked hands with Freddie. âWeâll play, too. Iâve been dying to try that spin cycle.âÂ
Freddie groaned, his cock immediately showing interest. âThatâs gonna cost extra quarters,â he said, squeezing Johnâs hand.
John smiled. âYouâre worth it, you tart.âÂ
Roger had Brianâs trousers worked off by now, and he was starting on his pants when Brian stirred a little in his sleepâŠjust a littleâŠhead pressed into his arm, nuzzling softly. Roger wanted him so badly he was bursting with it, but he had to be careful not to wake him. He slid his pants down, Brianâs half-hard cock springing free. Rogerâs mouth began to water just looking at him, spread out and vulnerable, so beautiful for him. He licked his lips before sinking down on his length, feeling Brian squirm and twitch in his sleep.Â
Brianâs cock began to fill out and harden for him, and Roger preened at the answering moan he got when he licked the sensitive head.  Thatâs right, thought Roger, youâre having the best wet dream of your life, Bri. Just donât wake up.Â
John pressed Freddie up against the smooth surface of the washer, the gentle undulations of the machine gyrating against his body, rocking his hips back against Johnâs cock. They were both still fully clothed, but he could feel the urgent press of the other man against him.Â
âYou make me so crazy,â John uttered against Freddieâs neck. âGonna fill you up nice and tight like you deserve.âÂ
âYesss,â Freddie hissed as he bared his throat to John, letting his whole body go over the washer and just riding its natural movements.Â
Roger called to John. âWill you pass me the lube?â
John blinked. âWait, we have lube?âÂ
âYeah,â Roger replied. âI always have lube. Lube and cigarettes. Itâs in the basket.âÂ
John looked and sure enough, there it was next to Rogerâs Marlboros. Bless. He passed it to him, then kept it for himself, but not before giving Roger a long, lingering kiss. âI have no doubt Iâm with the right men.âÂ
Roger smiled. âI love you to John.â
Roger lubed his fingers, warming them carefully so as to not startle Brian awake. Brianâs hips just happened to be canted on a warm pile of clothes, giving Roger excellent access to his bum. He spread his cheeks experimentally, keeping his eyes on the sleeping beauty.Â
John was two fingers deep in Freddie, the rhythm of the washing machine keeping time with movement of his wrists. Freddie was gasping, clinging to the sides of the washer for dear life and thrusting back onto Johnâs fingers, already wanting more. But John was distracted. He kept stealing little glances over his shoulder at Roger and Brian, at the sleeping man and Rogerâs steady fingers. He was entranced.Â
âPlease,â Freddie whined, and it snapped him back to the present. John was red-faced, but not from his own desire. He watched Roger slip a finger into BrianâŠwatched the curls around his face stir a little in his sleep as he moaned softly, and he gave Freddie that third finger heâd been gagging forâŠgave it to him roughly, right over his prostate.
Freddie keened, his cries echoing loudly in the open space, and John clamped a hand over his mouth. âShhh, youâre going to wake Brian,â he said as he opened him up. Three fingers and he was clamping around him, rutting into the front of the machine. âYou like that huh? Like me stretching you out?â He was draped roughly over Freddie, one hand steadying himself on the machine. âYou want a little more?  Can you take a little more baby, or you do you want my cock?âÂ
Freddie was breathless, letting the vibrations rumble though him. âGive me more,â he stammered out. âWanna come like this. Just like this.â
John smiled as he poured more lube onto his hand and let his pinky finger slip inside.Â
Behind them, Roger was teasing Brianâs rim with delicate, quiet motions, watching the man with a soft expression of wonder. He let his middle finger slip inside, then he quickly withdrew it, afraid he would wake him. He repeated this action many times until he felt Brian was open and ready enough for a second finger. When he slipped it in, Brianâs legs twitched a little, cock still hard from Rogerâs ministrations. Roger bent and gave it a little kiss.Â
Brian moaned, moving his head from side to side. The rush Roger felt was unlike any he had ever experiencedâŠnot in sex or fast cars or performingâŠthis slow edging of Brian while he was just on the verge of wakefulness was like nothing he had ever done before, and he was slowly becoming addicted to it. The next thing he did could wake him up or bring him more sleepy pleasure. The risk was the reward.Â
Roger took the risk, slowly moving the fingers inside of him, carefully opening him up. Brian didnât stir at first, simply moved his mouth a little. He was so beautiful when he was sleepingâŠthose graceful fingers curled near his face, that kissable mouth slightly agape. Roger wanted to suck marks up and down that long neck and thoroughly wreck him, but that would have to wait. Right now Brian was a sleeping angel, and he was just a devil stealing feathers from his wings.Â
âYou want the rest baby?âÂ
Freddie had a white-knuckle grip on the side of the machine as it spun out, his whole body shaking under Johnâs hand. âPush it in,â he whispered. Tears were streaming down his face, and he felt blissfully out of control.Â
Freddie had taken his fist before, but he still eased his hand inside of him before thrusting gently. Freddie felt so good around himâŠso hot and incredibly tight, that he almost wished it was his cock Freddie was locked around instead of half of his arm, but the way Freddie was wrecked beneath him, tears and sweat mixing on his pretty face, made it all worth it.Â
John looked back at Roger and Brian. Roger was cleaning him up with a freshly laundered towel and replacing his pants. Brian was still fast asleep, curled on his side now in the laundry pile, a sweet blush to his cheeks. Johnâs eyes watered, something hollow aching in his chest.Â
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They made it back from the Fluff ân Fold around 11pm, baskets of freshly laundered clothes just needing to be put away. They each set a basket down on the couch and vowed they would do it in the morning.Â
They got cleaned up for bed, finally having fresh pajamas to wear now that the wash was done, and climbed into bed.Â
John lay awake for a long time before finally rolling over to nudge Rodger.Â
âRog.âÂ
Roger rolled over to stroke the hair away from his face. âWhat is it babe?âÂ
âI canât sleep. I keep thinking about you and Brian tonight.âÂ
Roger smiled. âOh. That.âÂ
John nodded, his face growing hot. âYeah.â He swallowed. âDo you think you could do something like that to me?âÂ
Roger sat up a little in bed. âWhy yeah Deaky. If thatâs what you want. âIâll talk to the boys, see if theyâre up for it.âÂ
âWhat are you two whispering about,â Freddie grumbled. âItâs awfully late.âÂ
âItâs not that late, you old fart,â Roger teased. âPlus, itâs Saturday night. We should be out clubbing.â
âToo tired,â Freddie said, yawning.Â
âMmm, wonder why?â John said wryly.
He got hit with a pillow, finally waking Brian up.Â
âWhatâs this?âÂ
âJohn wants to get fucked in his sleep,â Roger announced.
John buried his face in his hands.Â
Freddie soothed a hand down his back. âDarling, I think itâs lovely. Like Sleeping Beauty.â
âShe was never fucked though, just kissed,â Brian interjected.Â
âSame difference,â Roger said.Â
âAnyway, weâre gonna help our boy out as soon as he goes to sleep, so letâs get him nice and comfortable, yeah?â
âIâll get you some warm milk!â Freddie said excitedly.Â
âDo you need some extra blankets?â Brian inquired.
John frowned. âNo, I donât need all of this fuss. Just come here.âÂ
The boys crowded around him, lying down in their usual positions. They lay next to him and turned out the light. âJust be with me,â John said.Â
Roger smiled. âWe can do that.âÂ
John drifted off around midnight. Roger lightly stroked his hair while Freddie placed little kisses along his brow, making sure he was in a deep sleep. The boys smiled down at him.Â
He looked so relaxed, lying there against the pillow. His eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted, making him look even younger. Roger thumbed over his cheek, feeling the smooth, warm skin beneath his fingers.Â
âHeâs beautiful,â Brian whispered, something thick in the words.Â
Roger nodded, smiling. âLetâs get started, shall we? Letâs make our boy happy.âÂ
Freddie slowly unbuttoned his pajama top, opening the fabric to either side. He lay his cheek next to the soft downy hair he found there, and the young manâs eyelids fluttered, but didnât open. Roger took in a breath. âGod, heâs really something like this, isnât he?âÂ
Freddie placed a kiss over his heart. âI can barely stand it,â he whispered. âSlip his bottoms off.âÂ
Brian and Roger made quick work of the bottoms, easing them down his legs without so much of a stir from John. They slipped a pillow under his hips, elevating his bum.Â
Brian eyed Johnâs cock, already filling out as Freddie placed little kisses down his abdomen. He exhaled a breath. âMay I?â
Roger nodded. âOf course. He does look delicious, doesnât he?âÂ
Brian was so hesitant to touch him, he even held his breath as he placed a small kiss to the head of his cock. John didnât move. Emboldened, Brian licked the underside, right along a vein, and the young man stretched and moaned in his sleep, his head going back into the pillow. The sound he made, so pure and unabashed, went straight to Brianâs cock.Â
He swallowed him down then, softly sucking on Johnâs cock, pulling off when John tensed or fussed too much, until Roger moved him away. âYouâre going to wake him up, tiger,â Roger said, chuckling. âLetâs open him up now. Freddie, stroke his hair, keep him relaxed.âÂ
Freddie settled near the pillow and gently stroked Johnâs hair, the young man easing into the sensation of Freddieâs hands on him. Roger warmed the lube in his fingers and circled Johnâs rim. John whimpered a little, the sweetest little sound, before being calmed and shushed quiet by Freddieâs soothing hands. When he felt he was ready, Roger slipped in a finger into Johnâs lush warmth. His walls contracted immediately, fighting the intrusion, and Roger eased it back out and tried again, this time with much more success.Â
Brian hovered over him, his eyes large and full of wonder. He was breathing heavily and aching to touch, to feel, to do. He leaned over Roger, his fingers flexing. âMay I try?â
Rogerâs mouth quirked. âSure baby. Just go easy.â
Brian lubed his fingers, warming them before easing one in. The slender digit went in smoothly, settling itself against Johnâs walls. He looked up to see a half smile on Johnâs face, a look of utter contentment.Â
He worked the finger inside of John for a while, slipping against his tight heat and along the edge of his rim before sliding in another. The young man moaned, tensing against his hands, but Freddie was there to soothe him so he didnât wake up.Â
Sliding those two fingers into John while he was so limp and pliant was like dipping into pure heaven. Brian had never felt anything so satisfying. John didnât rut against him or thrash around, he just took it, and there was something about it that just set fire to Brianâs blood.Â
Brian looked up shyly at Roger. âCan we fuck him like this?â
Roger laughed. âMaybe. Heâll wake up though. But what a way to wake up.â Roger lit a cigarette and took a long drag off of it. âGive him another finger and weâll fuck him awake.âÂ
Freddie smiled, reaching down to kiss the half open lips. John never stirred. Brian slipped another finger in, and John grunted, hands going up to his face.Â
âOh, youâve gone and done it now, Mr. May. Youâve gotten too ambitious,â Roger said, a half smile on his face as he smoked his cigarette on the edge of the bed.
Freddie tried to ease John back to sleep, but he was well on his way to wakefulness nowâŠnot fully aware but getting there by the second.Â
âIf youâre going to fuck him, you better do it now,â Roger said over his shoulder.
Brian had his pants off in seconds. He lubed himself and pressed home, hoping John was stretched enough. It was worth it all, though, when Johnâs lovely eyes flew open and he realized where he wasâŠat home in bed suddenly stuffed full of cock.Â
âHi darling,â Freddie cooed as he looked down on John. âGood morning. I mean, itâs morning by now.â
Freddieâs charming smile only grew as he ran a hand over Johnâs chest, teasing his nipples. âYou look so pretty like this. Are you having a good time?âÂ
John moaned, his legs hitching up against Brianâs waist. âYes, very much,â he managed to get out as Brian pounded into him.
Roger had finished his cigarette by now, and he crawled over the bed to wrap a hand around Johnâs cock. âNeed a hand with that sweetheart?âÂ
John whined loudly as Rogerâs calloused hands worked his cock in time with Brianâs thrusts. âHowâhow long was I asleep?âÂ
Roger laughed. âLong enough for us to get this far, love.â
Brian grunted as he thrust into him, hips slapping against the back of his thighs. âIâm not going to last,â he ground out. âYou close baby?âÂ
âYeah,â John breathed as Roger sped up his hand on his cock. John could feel the charged heat low in his belly, the electricity sizzling just beneath his skin threatening to escape at any moment.Â
Brian tensed, screaming out his release as he collapsed over him. Moments later John was coming, sending hot ropes of spend over his belly and Rogerâs hand. Roger smiled, licking his fingers as Brian cuddled up beside John. Freddie pulled Roger into a deep kiss, tasting John on his lips.Â
âWhat are we going to do with these boys,â Freddie purred into Rogerâs mouth, a hand going down to wrap around his cock.  Â
Roger kissed him back, humming contentedly.Â
âThat was bloody terrific,â John said, a stupid grin on his face. âThank you boys.âÂ
Roger grinned. âDonât thank us love. You were wonderful.âÂ
Brian caressed Johnâs face. âIt was so amazing. You know, I might like to try that sleeping thing myself. Iâm rather fascinated by it.âÂ
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