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Narnia RPF: Walk Along Horizons
Written for Porn Battle VII, reposted for posterity. Originally posted here.
Walk Along Horizons
Narnia RPF. Liam/Anna/Will. NC17.
"Have you forgotten the part where you kick us out of Narnia?"
Anna laughs, and it's always been her laugh that undoes him. "Have you forgotten the part where you kick us out of Narnia?"
"Silly me," Liam says softly as she cuddles closer to him, wraps herself around him as her hands go under his shirt, sliding up his abdomen. Such cold fingers. (Bad circulation, she told him once.) She looks improbably small in Liam's t-shirt, and her tousled hair falls in front of her face as she kisses his chin, his cheek. Breathes in sharply as his hand slips between her legs, sliding one finger in her; she's still so wet. Liam slides another finger in and brushes his thumb over her clit, gentle as his tongue in her mouth.
Will emerges out of the bathroom, naked and glistening, toweling his hair. "Are you starting again without me?"
"Wouldn't dream of it," says Liam, as the boy slides into bed with him, wraps his hand around Liam's cock.
+
Will drives on the left side of the road just for the hell of it, insisting that no one will catch them. There's been no one on this lonely stretch of highway for ages, and they cut through the desert like an arrow through the air. In the distance, thermals blur the shades of blue between the Rockies and the sky.
"Stop that, the police might catch us," says Anna, worried.
"Yeah, I've seen hundreds of squad cars in the past ten minutes alone," Will replies. "Hiding behind cacti and tumbleweed and stuff."
But when Will starts joyfully breaking the speed limit, Liam insists he drives. They drive for miles and miles, listening to the mix Anna made special for this trip. The songs are all quiet whispers, frank about their secrets; acoustic contemplations that fade into the golden blur of the desert outside the car.
"Jesus," Will gasps weakly from the backseat.
"Don't get any on the seat," is all Liam says, and adjusts the mirror.
"We won't," says Anna.
Still, Liam keeps glancing at the mirror, you know, just in case. Sees Will's jeans pulled down to his knees and Anna's head bobbing up and down. Her pink tongue licking the length of Will's cock and Will's hand on her head guiding her, but it's not like she needs any guidance in that department and Liam can say that with some confidence.
+
Liam fucks Anna against the boot of the car as Will lies across the hood and smokes a cigarette, looking up into the purpling sky. The moon fades in above a distant canyon, glaringly white against the deep colors of the sunset, the reds and golds and lengthening shadows. Anna holds to Liam's shoulders and moans into his neck and then she whispers, "Go slow, go slow," and he does, just for her, even though he's close to the edge and wants nothing more than to just...
She is wet and warm, and she comes gasping, "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," into the cooling air.
Will grinds the cigarette into the dirt with the heel of his shoe and says, "Finish up, you two. We ought to get going."
+
With his cock deep in Will's arse, it's difficult to think, but Liam manages an oh my god as he watches Anna watch them, touching herself in ways he taught her she likes.
+
Anna loses rock-paper-scissors, so she is the one sent off to buy the wine while Liam and Will lazily tangle in the hotel bed, exploring the increasingly familiar terrain of each other's bodies.
"We should do this again sometime," Will murmurs as Liam cups his balls, nips at his ears.
"I agree," says Liam, "but next time you pay for petrol."
Walk Along Horizons
Narnia RPF. Liam/Anna/Will. NC17.
"Have you forgotten the part where you kick us out of Narnia?"
Anna laughs, and it's always been her laugh that undoes him. "Have you forgotten the part where you kick us out of Narnia?"
"Silly me," Liam says softly as she cuddles closer to him, wraps herself around him as her hands go under his shirt, sliding up his abdomen. Such cold fingers. (Bad circulation, she told him once.) She looks improbably small in Liam's t-shirt, and her tousled hair falls in front of her face as she kisses his chin, his cheek. Breathes in sharply as his hand slips between her legs, sliding one finger in her; she's still so wet. Liam slides another finger in and brushes his thumb over her clit, gentle as his tongue in her mouth.
Will emerges out of the bathroom, naked and glistening, toweling his hair. "Are you starting again without me?"
"Wouldn't dream of it," says Liam, as the boy slides into bed with him, wraps his hand around Liam's cock.
+
Will drives on the left side of the road just for the hell of it, insisting that no one will catch them. There's been no one on this lonely stretch of highway for ages, and they cut through the desert like an arrow through the air. In the distance, thermals blur the shades of blue between the Rockies and the sky.
"Stop that, the police might catch us," says Anna, worried.
"Yeah, I've seen hundreds of squad cars in the past ten minutes alone," Will replies. "Hiding behind cacti and tumbleweed and stuff."
But when Will starts joyfully breaking the speed limit, Liam insists he drives. They drive for miles and miles, listening to the mix Anna made special for this trip. The songs are all quiet whispers, frank about their secrets; acoustic contemplations that fade into the golden blur of the desert outside the car.
"Jesus," Will gasps weakly from the backseat.
"Don't get any on the seat," is all Liam says, and adjusts the mirror.
"We won't," says Anna.
Still, Liam keeps glancing at the mirror, you know, just in case. Sees Will's jeans pulled down to his knees and Anna's head bobbing up and down. Her pink tongue licking the length of Will's cock and Will's hand on her head guiding her, but it's not like she needs any guidance in that department and Liam can say that with some confidence.
+
Liam fucks Anna against the boot of the car as Will lies across the hood and smokes a cigarette, looking up into the purpling sky. The moon fades in above a distant canyon, glaringly white against the deep colors of the sunset, the reds and golds and lengthening shadows. Anna holds to Liam's shoulders and moans into his neck and then she whispers, "Go slow, go slow," and he does, just for her, even though he's close to the edge and wants nothing more than to just...
She is wet and warm, and she comes gasping, "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," into the cooling air.
Will grinds the cigarette into the dirt with the heel of his shoe and says, "Finish up, you two. We ought to get going."
+
With his cock deep in Will's arse, it's difficult to think, but Liam manages an oh my god as he watches Anna watch them, touching herself in ways he taught her she likes.
+
Anna loses rock-paper-scissors, so she is the one sent off to buy the wine while Liam and Will lazily tangle in the hotel bed, exploring the increasingly familiar terrain of each other's bodies.
"We should do this again sometime," Will murmurs as Liam cups his balls, nips at his ears.
"I agree," says Liam, "but next time you pay for petrol."