CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (RPF)

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Liam/Matt; switching

[(Anonymous)]

In the recent oneshot run by Liam, he pokes fun at and compares himself to Matt a lot, which got me thinking. They're both sensitive boys that we love writing as submissive, but what if, when Matt returned, Liam made him fight to get back in control?

+ Frustrated, not quite angry scene. In any other fandom, I would fit it into the hatesex trope, but these people love each other too much for that. Pre-negotiated intensity instead?
++ Roles switching from beginning to end.
+++ The more control shifts away from him, the more bratty and teasing Liam becomes; like he's just begging to be put in his proper place.
++++ Name calling/humiliation.
+++++ Inclusion of aftercare when the scene is over.

"(Dis)Advantage," Matt/Liam, explicit, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

AN: 1) this is the nerdiest fake hatesex I have ever written and I hope that works for you and apologize in advance if it doesn't; 2) if the ending does not make it clear, they did negotiate this scene in advance; 3) i don't care if it would be completely implausible for them to do this in the studio because that's how I wanted to do this as soon as I saw this damn prompt; 4) thank you to the people who read snippets and gave me ideas while I was writing this, especially my friend with the whiteboards of shame.

“Thanks for meeting me at the studio,” Matt says to Liam as he wanders in. “It was just faster, and I really need those materials on Wildmount back that I lent you so that I can finish prepping. Plus I don’t want anyone else to see them.”

“No problem,” Liam says from where he’s sitting at the table in Matt’s usual chair, tidying up the materials he left behind the screen after the previous Thursday’s game. “God, how do you keep everything straight back here? There’s so much stuff! We just moved two months ago!”

Matt just rolls his eyes and glares at Liam. “There’s so much stuff because all of you keep making more work for me,” he huffs. “But you’re probably right that I should tidy up more.”

Liam just laughs and continues to pack things up with ostentatious slowness, as if he’s in no hurry to leave, making idle chit-chat about the game and asking Matt about his trip while Matt tries not to wiggle impatiently at how much he wants to be back in his space.

“Bet you’ll be glad to get back to playing, huh?” Matt asks as Liam finally finishes stacking his notes and books and sets them to one side. “Everyone always says that to me after a turn as DM.”

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s a nice chair,” Liam says. “I don’t think I’m ready to give it up just yet.”

“That’s cute,” Matt says, stepping closer, “But get up.”

“Make me,” Liam says, looking up at him with a defiant grin.

“Again, that’s adorable, but I really have to insist that you get the hell out of my chair so that I can get some actual DM prep done instead of whatever the hell it was you did last week,” Matt says with an edge in his voice.

“People loved my game,” LIam says. “Especially because I wasn’t so uptight about rules like you are.”

“Oh, remembering the rules is being uptight about them?” Matt scoffs. “Because at least I have standards.”

“I feel my interpretation of the rules helps to make for a more pleasant player experience,” Liam says, continuing to stare intently at Matt.

“Seriously...a fuck it rule? Why didn’t you just hand a few more victories to your husband while you were at it?” Matt says, a flush spreading over his face as he leans in closer to Liam.

“You leave Sam out of this,” Liam snaps, glaring hotly at Matt. “He showed up sounding like hell and still played a good game. He even paid attention to the rules for once. And he read my emails, unlike yours.”

“Big surprise that Sam likes you better,” Matt says. “Did you even try to make it good for the rest of them?”

“Certainly Travis enjoyed himself, and I don’t think anyone else had any complaints,” Liam says, feeling his own face flush. “And no one died. Well, except for versions of the three of you.”

“You seriously fucking killed us?” Matt says with a shade of anger and disbelief. “I mean, what the fuck? I wouldn’t do that to you and you know it.”

“It seemed fitting,” Liam says dismissively, slouching back in the chair with forced casualness. “After all, how many times have you killed the rest of us?”

Matt growls angrily at that remark, as if Liam actually touched a nerve, and puts his hands over Liam’s wrists where they’re resting on the arms of the chair; Liam raises his arms and easily shakes them off. “Again, Mercer, if you want your chair back, you’re going to have to make me get out of it,” he says, sneering at Matt over his glasses.

“You can’t even balance combat,” Matt says, locking his hands on Liam’s forearms and pushing down with more force this time, his face now inches from Liam’s. “What makes you think you can take me?”

Instead of pushing Matt’s arms off, Liam bridges the small gap between their heads, kissing Matt hard and biting his lower lip. Matt growls when their mouths part, and then pulls back, gripping Liam’s arms, and with the leverage he’s using Liam either can stand up or get dragged out of the chair and fall on his ass, so he chooses -- or so he tells himself -- to let Matt pull him up to standing.

“Where the fuck did you learn that move?” Liam asks, struggling against Matt’s grip on his arms.

“Marisha,” Matt says, in an “isn’t it obvious?” tone. “Now then, since you’re up, I’m going to sit down,” he says, loosening his grip on Liam’s arms.

“I don’t think so,” Liam says, grabbing at Matt’s wrists as soon as he loosens his grip, and the two of them grapple with each other, both of them bristling with frustration and shouting at each other before Matt manages to twist out of Liam’s grasp and drop triumphantly into the chair.

“There. Now I’m back in my proper place, and you can go to yours,” Matt says smugly.

Liam lunges towards Matt again, and Matt responds by wrapping his arms around Liam’s waist and pulling him down onto his lap. Liam goes down not exactly willlingly but goes down all the same.

“Oh, is this where you wanted me?” Liam asks with faux sweetness, grinding his ass against Matt’s crotch, feeling how hard Matt already is through the layers of their clothes. He’s in much the same state.

“I wanted you on your knees, but this will do for the moment,” Matt says, pulling Liam’s head in to kiss him fiercely, pressing down on the back of Liam’s neck.

“You gonna make me get on my knees?” Liam asks after they break the kiss, panting heavily, his glasses askew on his face. “Or are you gonna roll for it?” he asks, grinding down against Matt again.

“Pretty sure I’d be rolling with advantage right now, but maybe I’ll be nice and just tell you to get on your knees for me,” Matt says. He reaches up and takes Liam’s glasses off and sets them gently on the table. “You won’t need those for what you’re about to do,” he says gruffly, as if to cover up an action that could be construed as kind.

Liam nods briefly at Matt after Matt removes his glasses, but then the sneer returns to his face. “I don’t think you have advantage to persuasion right now,” Liam says. “You’re going to have to try really hard to convince me.”

“Who said anything about persuasion?” Matt says. “This is an intimidation check. Get. On. Your. Knees.” he says, his voice dropping an octave as he stares intently into Liam’s eyes.

Liam inhales sharply, but before he can speak, Matt says, “If you insist on rolling,” and pushes Liam out of his lap and onto the floor. Liam at least manages to catch himself before he lands wrong -- wouldn’t that be a fun thing to explain at the emergency room, he thinks while he’s scrambling like a cat who stepped off a ledge -- but it’s not the most graceful of dismounts.

Matt looks at Liam almost with concern for a moment, but as Liam scrambles up onto his knees, the commanding expression crosses his face again. “Do I need to repeat myself like I do when you’re too busy fucking around to pay attention every Thursday? Get to work.”

Liam bites his lip and glares at Matt before sighing frustratedly and reaching up for the waistband of Matt’s pants, dragging them down with Matt’s grudging assistance.

“Your skin still tastes like the playa,” Liam mutters softly, licking at the inside of Matt’s right thigh, before Matt tangles a hand in Liam’s hair and drags his head to where he wants it to be.

Liam’s not quite ready to surrender completely just yet, so he continues to tease at Matt’s cock with his mouth and hands, almost but not quite giving Matt what he wants, glancing up at Matt’s face every so often, feeling a smirk hover around his lips when Matt lets out a particularly frustrated whine.

“Do I have to fucking tell you what to do just like every other time we play?” Matt finally growls. “Or are you gonna actually do this right for once?” He tightens his grip in Liam’s hair until it’s painful, albeit pleasantly so.

“I suppose I have to play by your rules,” Liam murmurs before taking Matt’s cock completely into his mouth and starting to move in earnest as Matt grips at Liam’s hair and groans.

When Liam makes up his mind to do something, he certainly gives it his best effort, and if Matt were capable of coherent thought, he’d probably tell Liam that this is definitely a crit. But at the moment all Matt can do is gasp out single-syllable words as Liam devotes himself entirely to getting Matt off with a single-minded intenstity that has Matt’s eyes rolling back and his cock pulsing down Liam’s throat more quickly than he’d anticipated.

Liam leans back on his heels and takes some deep breaths. He looks up at Matt, almost laughing, and says, “Was that an acceptable action for this turn, DM?”

Matt takes a shuddering breath of his own. “I’ll allow it,” he says.

“Do I get a bonus action?” Liam asks, using the same he uses in their games.

“Stand up,” Matt says, and Liam does, leaning back against the table as his knees adjust to being in a new position.

Matt slides forward in the chair and begins unbuttoning Liam’s jeans. “I should really make you roll for this,” he notes as he tugs Liam’s pants and underwear down. “But I don’t feel like getting your luck -- or anything else -- on my dice.”

“Is now a bad time to tell you that we let Wil Wheaton lick all of them while you were gone?” Liam asks.

Matt slaps at Liam’s thigh, hard. “Some things we don’t joke about,” he says. “But hey, if you want me to leave you like this, that’s fine by me.”

Liam sucks in a sharp breath at the slap. “I find it hard to believe that someone as scrupulous and fair at this game as you would do that,” he says, turning a pouty gaze on Matt.

“Oh, now I’m a good DM?” Matt scoffs, runing his hand lightly over Liam’s cock.

“I never said you were bad -- oh fuck, Matt,” Liam says, as Matt tightens his grip a little. “Just...different...”

“I think you should shut up now,” Matt says, kissing Liam as he begins stroking harder. Liam moans into Matt’s mouth and grips the edge of the table, idly hoping that it’s as sturdy as it seems to be.

Liam expects Matt to tease him in retribution. But after they break the kiss, Matt just murmurs, “Unlike some players, I know when not to dick around,” and engulfs Liam’s cock immediately with his mouth. Liam grips the table with one hand and tangles the other in Matt’s hair, tightening his grip when he feels Matt whimper. Before long he’s rocking hard against the table, heedless of everything on it, and the screen slams down hard almost immediately after Liam flops back against the table after he comes hard in Matt’s mouth, the noise causing both of them to startle.

“Shit,” Matt says.

“Shit,” Liam says.

They both get up and begin inspecting for damage, but fortunately there is none; even Liam’s glasses are unscathed.

“It’s gonna be hard enough to be in here after this as it is without having to explain how anything got broken,” Matt says.

“At least it didn’t hit me in the ass,” Liam says, and Matt laughs.

“‘Couch?” Liam asks, reaching down to pull his pants back on.

“Couch,” Matt agrees, and they both move to settle down on the couch where they’ve spent so much time answering Brian’s questions.

They lean on each other now, and Liam reaches down and twines his fingers around Matt’s. “So. Was that the private session you wanted to play when you texted me before you left? Or did you want to do another round later?”

Matt sighs contentedly. “Yes. That was exactly how I hoped that encounter would go.” He squeezes Liam’s hand.

Liam leans his head on Matt’s shoulder. “Good. It seemed unfair that all of them had the chance to play a game with me and not you.”

“You really did do a good job filling in,” Matt says, bonking his head gently against Liam’s. “You always do.”

Liam smiles -- a genuine smile, not the bratty smirk from earlier. “That means a lot coming from you,” he says. “You know how much I admire what you do. Hell, how much I just plain admire you.”

Matt smiles too, and blushes a little. “I hope you know I didn’t mean any of those things I said. But I really will teach you how to balance combat if you want,” he says.

Liam just laughs. “And you know I didn’t mean a damn word of what I said to you. But hey, maybe I’ll take you up on that offer sometime. Perhaps I’ll learn quicker with the right kinds of incentives,” he says.

“I’ve created a monster,” Matt says teasingly, and Liam laughs and kisses him again.

Any (but would prefer Liam/Taliesin or Matt/Taliesin) being fucked with a full bladder

[(Anonymous)]

This is the prompt that will finally launch me directly into the fiery pits of hell

Basically i would love a scenario of someone being fucked with a full bladder. Like for whatever reason they forgot (or "forgot") to go, and it isn't that bad until they're getting a solid pounding and realise that oh fuck, this won't end well, this is so fucking embarrassing, I'm a grown ass adult, etc

Extra donut sprinkles if the top is super into the idea of the bottom just...letting go? and is gently encouraging the inevitable, and the bottom gets even more embarrassed and squirmy and turned on by the thought

Would prefer either Liam or Matt with Taliesin but any is good since I know the chances of anyone being into this are microscopic

Re: Any (but would prefer Liam/Taliesin or Matt/Taliesin) being fucked with a full bladder

[(Anonymous)]

heyo i'm super fucking into this and i will try to deliver you a fill soon

Marisha/Matt/Taliesin-Marisha and Taliesin being super protective of Matt

[(Anonymous)]

Inspired by a tweet where Taliesin said if someone wasn’t good for Matt, he could “make them disappear in the desert”, and Marisha is obviously of a similar mindset.

Something Bad (Internet Drama? Natural disaster? Medical emergency? The OT3 being outed?) happens in the background, but it leaves Matt really unsettled and insecure. Cue Marisha and Taliesin tag teaming him-holding him and being a bit more affectionate than usual, telling people to back off if he needs space, and when they’re alone, taking charge so throughly Matt’s in too much pleasure to think.

Matt’s enjoying being doted on, and the other two are making heart eyes at both his submission and the other’s ability to take charge.

Re: Marisha/Matt/Taliesin-Marisha and Taliesin being super protective of Matt

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded!

Matt/Marisha Mpreg

[(Anonymous)]

Probably takes place in some alternate reality where men can get pregnant as well as women. Matt is about 7 or 8 months along with his and Marisha's baby. I'm just looking for cute fluff with back rubs and belly rubs and Marisha doting on him. You can include the rest of the crew if you want-baby's going to have a lot of aunts and uncles.
++private cuddle time where the baby's kicking.

Re: Matt/Marisha Mpreg

[(Anonymous)]

OMG yes

Liam/Sam or Liam/Matt, deepthroating

[(Anonymous)]

So Liam's response to Nott shoving a potion vial into Caleb's mouth was to start giving advice on deepthroating. Tell me what practical experience our pretty boy has with relaxing his throat and getting his face fucked raw. Maybe he's not that good at first, and has to keep practising? Maybe his partner is worried about hurting him, and Liam has to reassure them that he loves it?

[Bonus points if that gorgeous face ends up covered in come...]

Taliesin/Matt, Payback

[(Anonymous)]

Taliesin didn't look too happy with Caduceus being on the verge of death so soon after Molly died. After the game, he wants Matt to make it up to him.

Liam/Sam - Kissing Awake

[(Anonymous)]

After the absolutely precious photo that Dani uploaded to Twitter of snuggled up Liam taking a dad nap on the Talks sofa, I'd love to see Sam waking his husband up with kisses and leading to sleepy sex.

Doesn't have to be related to the photo or on the set - take that as inspiration of sheer cuteness and do with that what you will.

(Would prefer there not to be anal for this prompt, as butt stuff doesn't seem like a super natural transition from sleep to me, imo.)

"Raveled Sleeve of Care," Sam/Liam, Explicit, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

When it comes to claiming the Talks Machina couch, Liam is the undisputed nap champion, even if some days it is a hotly contested race as to who can get there first when more than one of them have a precious few obligation-free minutes. Liam supposes he could care about the “nerd dad naptime” jokes or the occasional picture on Twitter, but, well, he’s too goddamn tired to care most of the time -- hell, they all are since they started burning the candle at both ends with a blowtorch by trying to fit all of the new things they’re doing on top of their existing lives. Plus, he knows that couch has seen way more action than him curled up on it cuddling a Keyleth bear, and he’ll remind certain parties of that if he has to -- but only if he has to. Naps are fantastic, and he’ll take them when he can.

It’s thus completely unsurprising to Sam that when he gets out of the panel he’s on and checks his phone, he’s got a text from Liam saying Went back to the room to crash for a few before the next thing. Sam responds with, How did you manage to find time to take a nap THIS weekend?! but of course gets no reply.

Matt catches up with Sam, having finally managed to wade through all the people who just want to ask him one little question or tell him one little anecdote. “Are you meeting the rest of us for dinner tonight?” he asks.

“That was the plan,” Sam says. “I’ll make sure Liam’s there, too. I need to go get something from the room first, though.”

Matt asks, “Is it a costume? Because we’d kinda like to be low profile at dinner tonight if possible.”

Sam laughs. “I’m saving that for the live show tomorrow. You know that.”

Matt laughs. “Okay. Just don’t be late. You know how busy everything gets, and we’ve all got other stuff going on this evening.”

Sam manages to swim upstream through the crowds with a minimum of hassle and get back to the hotel room he’s sharing with Liam for the weekend. The room’s dark when he opens the door, so he flips on the light near the bathroom just so that he doesn’t trip over an unexpected piece of furniture or luggage on his way towards the bed.

Liam’s curled on his side away from the door, everything on but his shoes, eyes closed, breathing slow, his normally expressive face completely placid. He’s got one arm flopped against his side and the other one under his pillowed head and yet also outstretched like an invitation. If he’s heard Sam come in, he certainly hasn’t reacted yet.

Sam can be loud, but he also knows how to stay quiet, and he carefully and gently sits down on the bed next to Liam with the long practice of someone who has learned how not to disturb a sleeping child. He slips off his shoes, checks the time on his phone, sets an alarm just in case, and then sets it on the nightstand before shifting to lie down on the bed next to Liam, who twitches a little but doesn’t quite seem to wake.

Lying there in the quiet darkness, listening to Liam’s even breathing, Sam briefly ponders surrendering to sleep himself, but he’s not quite tired right now, and private time with Liam is far more rare than the opportunity for naps, so he’d be a fool to not attempt to take advantage of this opportunity.

Sam just drapes an arm around Liam at first, pulling him closer so that Liam’s back is pressed against his front. Liam shifts a little but settles back down against Sam, and his eyes stay closed even when Sam presses soft kisses along the side of Liam’s face, even when Sam gently pets Liam’s chest, even when Sam presses his own body closer, although he does sigh contentedly at the last and wriggle a little in Sam’s arms. Sam holds Liam close, idly kissing and caressing him, enjoying the warm weight of Liam pressed against his front, until he realizes that they really should be getting up soon.

“Hey,” Sam says softly in Liam’s available ear. “Sleeping Beauty. It’s almost time for dinner. You should probably wake up.”

Liam squirms and mutters something unintelligible into the pillow.

“Hm?” Sam asks, stroking his hand down Liam’s chest and kissing the back of Liam’s neck.

Liam lifts his head about a centimeter and says, “Doesn’t Sleeping Beauty get woken up with a proper kiss?”

“All you had to do was say so,” Sam says, sitting up a little. He puts a hand on Liam’s shoulder and gently rolls him onto his back before leaning down to kiss him softly on the lips. “Better?” he asks.

“Mm...still sleepy,” Liam says. “You’d better try again.”

Sam kisses Liam again, more lingeringly but still gently. “How about now?”

“Third time’s a charm?” Liam asks with a slow smirk spreading across his face.

“I’m beginning to suspect ulterior motives here,” Sam says. This time the kiss is more insistent; Liam opens his mouth against Sam’s and their tongues tangle for a while as Liam slides a hand up to rest on the back of Sam’s neck.

“Awake now?” Sam asks when they part, both of them breathing a little more quickly. He places his hand back on Liam’s chest and begins petting him again slowly.

“Parts of me are,” Liam says.

Sam slides his hand lower. “Indeed,” he says, and leans back down to kiss Liam again while flattening his hand against the shape of Liam’s erection through his jeans. Liam moans into Sam’s mouth, lifting his hips to push against Sam’s hand.

“How much time do we have?” Liam asks the next time they come up for air and as he feels Sam start to unbutton his jeans.

“I set an alarm for once,” Sam says. “But…” and he cranes his head to look at the crappy clock radio on the nightstand, “Not as much time as it would take for us to engage in thorough debauchery, but if we go at it like horny teenagers on a first date we probably won’t be late.”

“Sounds like a challenge to me,” Liam says, wriggling out of his jeans and underwear with Sam’s assistance.

“You know I’m always up for a challenge,” Sam says as he slides down the bed.

“You’re certainly always up to someth -- oh fuck, Sam,” Liam says, his sentence rapidly descending into incoherence as Sam lowers his mouth onto Liam’s cock.

Sam knows Liam’s body about as well as Liam himself does -- probably better in some aspects, since the last time Liam was able to suck his own cock was when he was still a gymnastically-inclined teenager several decades ago. Sam devotes himself to getting Liam off with an intensity that’s the complete opposite of the gentle langor with which he awakened him, taking Liam’s cock deep into his mouth, moving hard and fast, using all of the tricks with his tongue and fingers that he’s learned Liam enjoys the most from their years together. Before he can barely register a thought, Liam’s gone from half awake and half aroused to having his hands tangled in Sam’s hair and thrusting hard into Sam’s mouth, and it only seems like another second before he’s biting back a shout and coming hard down Sam’s throat.

“Was that a proper kiss?” Sam asks breathily and a little hoarsely.

“A decidedly improper one,” Liam says, also breathily. “Come here. Let’s see if we have time for me to do improper things to you too.”

Sam slides up the bed and flops down on his side next to Liam; Liam reaches a hand down and frees Sam’s cock from his pants, wrapping one hand around it and stroking rapidly. He reaches his other hand up to pull Sam’s head down so that they can kiss again, and there’s nothing sweet or sleepy about this one, nor is there in the frantic strokes that Liam’s providing. Sam thrusts vigorously against Liam’s hand, gasping muffled curses into Liam’s neck when he’s not moaning them into Liam’s mouth, and before long he comes with a full body shudder all over Liam’s fingers.
Liam’s lifting his wet fingers to his mouth to ostentatiously lick them clean in the way that always makes Sam’s cock twitch when the alarm on Sam’s phone sounds, startling them both.

“Well, that could have been worse timing,” Sam says, rolling over to silence his phone.

“Horny teenage speed for the win,” Liam says, settling for wiping his hand on the sheets. “Although now I want to go back to sleep again,” he says, stretching and yawning a little.

“The night is young, even if we aren’t quite so much anymore,” Sam says. “We’ll have time for sleeping later. Or...not sleeping, as the case may be.”

“Sounds good to me,” Liam says, stretching again before he rolls out of bed. “C’mon, let’s make ourselves presentable. I’m pretty sure I’ve got bedhead and you’ve got we-just-fucked hair.”

Sam just laughs but reaches up and attempts to smooth his hair. “Yeah, I told Matt I had to get something from the room after our panel. Pretty sure he doesn’t need to know it was you.”

“It’s not inaccurate,” Liam says, rolling off the bed and heading to the bathroom sink to wash his hands. “You did get me off, after all,” he says with a cat like grin.

Sam just laughs. “C’mon, nap champion. We don’t want to be late after I went to all that trouble to wake you up.”

“You can trouble me any time,” Liam says, drying his hands and attempting to fix his hair.

“Promise?” Sam says, tucking his phone and keycard back into his pockets.

“Promise,” Liam says as they head out the door.

Travis/Marisha/Ashley, Possible hall pass-esque situation or something similar

[(Anonymous)]

The basic idea would be Travis being bound and teased by Marisha and Ashley before they started playing with him. Teasing with each other to foreplay with Travis to full threesome kinda thing. I'm pretty open to writer's creativity on the specifics of the situation. I was thinking it could be his birthday or anniversary and Laura ties him up before letting the girls take over but am also into Laura not being involved at all and Travis being reluctant at first.

+For detail
++For Laura being mentioned or seen briefly but not involved in the actual naughty parts
++++++For Marisha and Ashley taking the lead and dominating a bit and being a little rough, but playfully so

Everyone, post- Crash Pands, light bdsm?, humiliation kink

[(Anonymous)]

Travis, Laura, Liam, and Marisha realize getting their chance to mess with a helpless DM in the catching game - after all he's made them endure in the main campaign - felt a little too good and might be worth pursuing in a... more intimate setting.

Just because Taliesin was MIA doesn't mean a few texts to him can't grant the group some new toys to play with.

Lord knows, while Matt is totally going to use this against them in the future, he can use the break from being in charge.

Re: Everyone, post- Crash Pands, light bdsm?, humiliation kink

[(Anonymous)]

Humiliation is absolutely delicious, I hope this gets a fill!

Any, dreamland oviposition

[(Anonymous)]

Welcome to this edition of "let's prompt something outrageous solely for kinky wish fulfillment".

So. Someone in the cast has an...interesting dream. In this dream, they are being held down and fucked by some eldritch creature, and filled with alien slick and eggs. After this incredibly elaborate dream ends, they wake up extremely turned on, and they can almost feel that heavy weight settle in their belly, even though nothing's there now aside from a need to get fucked in the real world, too.

+ Having to tell their partner(s) all about it because they wake up flushed, panting and needy.
++ Partner(s) also finding this incredibly hot, morning sex ensues.

Re: Any, dreamland oviposition

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Even more bonus for adding some tummy stuff.

Liam/Sam - Piss Play

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Already can see a prompt for Liam and watersports on the go, and I know there's other fics floating around with it, but he really does bring up piss a lot...

I love the idea of a fic with it being Liam's biggest kink, but he never talks about doing it with any partners as there's still a teeny bit of the bad kinda shame lurking on it. Then Sam finding out and wanting to be supportive of his best friend...

Would love to read about Liam holding Sam's dick whilst he's pissing and being really, embarrassingly turned on by that. That and/or Sam pissing on Liam's face, and Liam being rock-hard teenager levels of into it. (A little drinking optional, but I know not everyone likes writing that.)

Bonus if Sam is neither here nor there on the whole thing, and just supportive and amused by how mortifyingly into it Liam is.

Re: Liam/Sam - Piss Play

[(Anonymous)]

i haven’t started the other liam piss kink fic i promised i’d write but god i wanna fill this one too (drinking is not my thing but ppl being embarrassed about their kinks SO is)

Matt/anyone or solo, finally getting some of that bad dragon action

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This one is a blast from the past. There have been lots of jokes about Matt's thing for dragons ever since the Conclave, but has there actually been a prompt playing off of it? Here is one regardless. Perhaps he's shy about it, digging out his special toys only when he's alone? Maybe bedroom activities reach new levels of weird and wonderful when he finally gets to ride one of those fat bad dragon cocks? Does he like feeling powerless and forced into submission at the hands (talons?) of something so awe-inspiring, or is he just inexplicably into the idea of fucking a dragon?

Re: Matt/anyone or solo, finally getting some of that bad dragon action

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Fuckin'SECONDED <3

Liam/Sam, Mpreg

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"I love you and you love me and baby makes three."
"Are you pregnant?"
"I don't want to talk about that on the stream"
"Not until three months, right?"

Lets be real, our favorite dads spent a good 5 minutes joking about male pregnancy on All Work No Play this week. I just want some family cuteness and maybe some happy pregnancy sex.

Re: Liam/Sam, Mpreg

[(Anonymous)]

Liam's the pregnant one?

Travis/Matt - topping from the bottom

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Inspired by the synergy between Matt and Travis at the NYCC live show tonight, and Travis's reactions to everything Matt is giving him narratively. I'm craving confident Matt giving a slightly nervous, slightly awkward but VERY enthusiastic Travis everything he wants: Matt is the one getting fucked, but he's also the one totally in control of the situation. Travis is achingly, embarrassing into Matt putting on this confident and flirtatious demeanor. Matt shows him it's okay to let go, and makes him cum so hard he sees stars.

Re: Travis/Matt - topping from the bottom

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seconded to oblivion ohmygosh i was not mad at ALL about having to watch that interaction twice!

Travis/Taliesin Lapdance

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It starts with a joke about Taliesin trying to sit on Travis’ lap and then it goes way too far and ends up being a full on grinding situation with Taliesin just feeling up his muscles and dirty talk. Finally Travis can’t handle the teasing and fucks (a very willing and enthusiastic) Taliesin.

Matt/Taliesin/Marisha-Comic Con means Con Crud

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Two of them at a time go down, leaving one sole survivor (or worse, they end up passing it too each other over a couple days)

Taliesin turns out to have an encyclopedic knowledge of new age remedies. Marisha thinks moonshine is a secret cure all. Matt just wants a two liter of ginger ale and the ability to sleep for a week, come on guys.

Basically OP is asking for sick!fic/sneeze!fic with OT3 fluff on top. No major squicks here, I encourage the anons to be creative.

Re: Matt/Taliesin/Marisha-Comic Con means Con Crud

[(Anonymous)]

Awe, this is sweet! Taliesin has mentioned before that he's practically immune to most minor illnesses at this point, so a little fic with him taking care of useless conked out marrieds would be so cuuuute *-*

Liam/Brian, Post Between The Sheets

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After the latest episode of Between the Sheets, Brian and Liam are both a little drunk and Liam is wrung out emotionally. Brian offers him some comfort. Could be just straight up aftercare, maybe sex? I leave that up to you. But nothing too crazy. End with fluff if possible.

"A Slight Bend in the Road," Brian and Liam, T, 1/1

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“All right?” Brian asks after the set is clear and it’s just the two of them again, although he already knows the answer.

“Hey, man, carving off little pieces of my soul and offering them to people is what I do every day,” Liam quips. “I’ll be fine.”

“All that and the opportunity for day drinking,” Brian says.

“It’s a living,” Liam says, still trying to keep his tone light. He reaches up and loosens his tie.

“Do you wanna...well, I don’t think either of us should drink more at the moment, but have some coffee?" Brian asks.

“Do you say that to all the people you interview, or just the ones you make cry that much?” Liam asks.

“A good interviewer never kisses and tells. Or ...drinks and tells?” Brian says. “But anyways, do you wanna?”

Liam considers. “We have time before the game starts, right? I’ve kinda lost track of time. Which might be because of the wine.”

“Your holiday parties must be hella fun if that’s what you serve at them,” Brian says.

“You have no idea,” Liam says. “I should really invite you to one.”

“But, anyways, coffee,” Brian says. “Or something that won’t make us more maudlin than we already are.”

“Pretty sure there’s no substance on earth that could make me completely maudlin-less. Without maudlin? Fuck, I don’t know.” Liam says.

Brian pauses for a minute and studies Liam. “As much as I love bantering with you, you know you don’t have to joke your way out of this, right? It’s just us now.”

“This is how I cope,” Liam says. “Whether I’m being recorded or not.”

“You really went there, you know?” Brian says. “More than anyone else did so far.”

“Are you surprised?” Liam asks.

“Not at all,” Brian says. “Just pleased. You made my job easy,” he says.

Liam laughs. “Even with all the jokes about taint drop?”

Brian laughs and says, “The sublime and the ridiculous.”

“Our group in a nutshell,” Liam says.

“No one exemplifies that better than you,” Brian says, and Liam blushes underneath his makeup.

Brian nods. “Okay. So, coffee. Or you can have first dibs on napping on the Talks couch. I’m feeling generous.”

“I don’t want coffee,” Liam says. “Or -- and I can’t believe I’m saying this -- a nap.”

Brian leans forward and looks Liam in the eye. “What do you want, then?”

Liam meets Brian’s gaze for a moment but then raises his arm and rubs at the back of his neck. “I want to take off this damn tie, and I should drink some water, and I want a hug.”

“Your work husband won’t be here for at least another hour,” Brian says. “Will I do as a substitute?”

Liam pretends to consider. “I suppose you’ll do.”

“I could always go get our creative director,” Brian says. “Or Dani. Or Max. Or all of them.”

“They all have enough to do right now,” Liam says. “And I don’t want all the attention of a cuddle puddle.”

“Of course you don’t,” Brian says. “Well, take off your tie, and I’ll go get us some water, and then I’ll try to remember how to hug someone.”

“Ashley hasn’t been gone that long,” Liam teases as Brian gets up and heads towards the kitchen.

When Brian returns, Liam is still seated at the bar set, but he has taken off his tie, unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt, and pulled out his phone.

“Looking to see who on Tumblr is professing their love for you right now?” Brian says, setting a bottle of water down on the bar.

Liam snorts. “Nah, just checking in on the family. You know, the one who doesn’t live here.”

“Everything all right with your first family?” Brian asks.

“The usual weekday school night chaos,” Liam says, putting his phone down to open the bottle of water and take a drink. “At least opening up my soul to the Internet has gotten me out of having to help with math homework this evening. Fractions aren’t any more fun the second time around.”

Brian nods. “So we’ve gotten two out of three things accomplished. Do you still want the third?”

“I just need a minute before the usual Thursday night tomfoolery ramps up to its accustomed ridiculous heights,” Liam says. “That’s all. But...yes?” he says, almost unsure.

Brian steps closer. “Say when,” he says, and wraps his arms around Liam. Liam leans his head into Brian’s chest and wraps his arms around Brian.

“I’m going to get makeup on your shirt,” Liam says.

“I’m not the one who’s going to be on camera again tonight,” Brian says, shifting a little. “And don’t worry; if anyone asks, I’ll just say we were going at it so hard that we didn’t even stop to take off all our clothes.”

“The Internet would love to hear that,” Liam says, huffing a laugh into Brian’s chest.

“You’re already going to be taunting them enough with your statements about what we all may or may not have done on this set already,” Brian says, running his left hand gently up and down Liam’s back.

Liam goes quiet, and then Brian feels his shoulders shake a little, and then Liam pulls his head up and mutters, “I don’t want to get your shirt wet.” Brian looks down and sees that Liam’s quietly crying, slow tears running down his face.

“Go ahead and wreck it,” Brian says, and gently pushes Liam’s head back into place against his chest before rubbing his back again. They stand like this for a long moment; eventually, Liam’s shaking stills and Brian’s hands cease moving, but they still remain pressed together.

“You were amazing today. You know that, right?” Brian finally says softly before kissing the top of Liam’s head.

Liam laughs wetly into Brian’s chest. “I bet you say that to all the boys and girls.”

“I only mean it when I say it to you, baby,” Brian says.

Liam laughs again, and lifts his head. “Thanks,” he says.

Brian kisses Liam lightly on the forehead. “No, thank you. For being you. I hope you never doubt how much we care about you. How glad we are that you’re still with us. How much use you are in our world.”

“You’re gonna make me start crying again,” Liam says, pulling away a little to swipe at his face. “God. I must look like a hot mess.”

“Nah, it’s a good look on you,” Brian says.

“Yeah, no, I’m gonna go...do something about this before I have to go pretend to be a trash wizard on camera for four hours,” Liam says, standing up and grabbing his phone and the bottle of water. Brian steps back to let him move away.

Liam looks over his shoulder as he heads towards the bathroom. “You’re really good at this, you know?”

Brian makes a self-deprecating gesture and is about to open his mouth, but Liam holds up a hand to stop him.

“I mean it. If you can make me take a compliment without turning it into a punchline, I can make you take one too. You’re good at this.”

Brian opens his mouth and closes it again, and just nods. “Now who’s going to start crying?” he finally says.

“Well, go get Marisha to hug you while I fix my face,” Liam says as he walks away. “Or Dani. See if you can get her to leave her laptop unlocked again so I can get at her Twitter while she’s distracted.”

“Yes, dear,” Brian calls after him as they both walk away.

Marisha/Matt/anyone, post NY live show debauchery

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Everyone's costumes for the NYC live show were great, but both Marisha and Matt knocked it out of the park on the scale of hot&cute, especially Marisha...and I have a mighty need to consume fiction of someone being caught between them.
Awkward transit and stumble back to a hotel room afterwards, still in costume?
A short and sweet romp in the dressing room?
Either way, make someone the lucky third in that sandwich of nerd.

Sam/Any(/all?) - Post NY Live Show

[(Anonymous)]

Sam rp'ing as a cabin boy post-show, honestly. With anyone and/or everyone.

Anyone - safewording and scene interruption

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There's nothing better than proper kink etiquette, trust, and love.
For whatever reason, someone pushes themselves too far and has to use their safe word to stop completely. What follows is a moment of catharsis, a good debriefing, and care and comfort for all parties.
Hurt/comfort and/or whumpy tropes welcome <3

FILL: Limits Re: Anyone - safewording and scene interruption

[(Anonymous)]

This is adjacent to your request. A little light on debrief however I'll see what happens in the future. Thank you for the idea.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17438465

Travis/Laura/Taliesin, possessive sex

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Travis is an extremely handsome dude so of course fans are always falling all over him at conventions and meet ups. His partners are okay with it but once he makes it home they remind him who he really belongs to.

+Taliesin using his way with words to get Trav riled up

++Laura giving him lots of hickeys to show off

Liam/Sam, first date/first time

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So on last night's All Work No Play (the goat yoga episode), Sam said something about humans "waiting until the third date", and then Liam said that the two of them hadn't waited but had done it on the first date instead.

I want to know everything about this, so tell me anything. How long after they met did this first date/first time happen? Was it really serious, or did one/both of them think it was a joke (while hoping it wasn't)? Were they nervous? Was it Liam or Sam's first time with a dude? Were they both surprised by how amazing it was?

Please no angst, & consensual polyamory/no cheating. In terms of kink, anything goes - just make them both into it!

"A First Time for Everything," Liam/Sam, first date, E, 1/1

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[a/n: I'm gonna say this is like two or three years after they both ended up in LA, so they're in their 30s, and they haven't even thought about a podcast yet, let alone the CR juggernaut, and are at a con like SacAnime or something like that. Thanks to my favorite Shame Pit denizen for the beta.]

Sam and Liam always say that they can’t remember who told the other that they should be best friends; similarly, they also can’t remember exactly what tipped them over into the realization that they were in love with each other in a way that most self-described straight best friends decidedly aren’t, and that perhaps they should do something about it.

Their first date, though, they do both remember, primarily because they spent the better part of it arguing over whether or not it counted as a first date at all. They’ve been to cons together before; they’ve shared rooms before; they’ve gone out to dinner together before; all of these are things they’ve done many times, so were those their first dates? Is it a first date because they both individually spent way too long in the shower and both of them are dressed nicely? Is it a first date just because both of them now have permission from their wives to move out of the Best Friend Zone and into uncharted territory? Is it a first date because, well… because…

“Because we might get it on?” Liam says, ending Sam’s sentence after he trails off, and Sam almost chokes on his wine. “I wasn’t going to say that,” he says.

“But you were thinking it,” Liam says, grinning at Sam. “And so am I,” he says, looking at Sam with a kind of interest that’s decidedly more than friendly, a new-for-them kind of interest that makes Sam both fascinated and slightly terrified, and Sam wonders if they really need to have dinner at all for this to count as a date, or if maybe they could fast forward a little.

“I definitely think it’s a first date,” Liam continues, “Because I only get this goddamned nervous on first dates.”

“You know how I met my wife,” Sam says. “I can’t remember the last first date I’ve been on. It’s been at least a decade. No, probably more.”

“And you know I’m in the same boat,” Liam says. “But I seem to recall being nervous on first dates before. And I’m nervous right now. So, QED, this is our first date.”

“I’m not really sure if that logic is correct,” Sam says, “But does it really matter? I mean, unless we’re planning on celebrating it every year, in which case, we would need to designate a date as the first one.”

“Do most people on first dates discuss an anniversary?” Liam asks, “I mean, that alone seems to indicate that we’re not on a first date at all.”

“Which brings us back to --” and Sam has to pause and take another drink because his mouth has gone dry again -- “Which brings us back to the novelty factor that I feel is crucial to designating something a first date.”

“I can tell that you were a forensics champion,” Liam mutters into his wineglass, “But, please, continue.”

“A first date usually means the first time you do something together. As a couple,” Sam says. “So, clearly, if we do something for the first time, it’s our first date.”

“Did you have any ideas about what we might do that we’ve never done before?” Liam says, and he looks at Sam again, and Sam blushes.

“I think 5Ks, stage combat, and goat yoga are off the table for now,” Sam says.

“What did you have in mind, then?” Liam asks, putting his wineglass down and leaning closer. “What do you want to do that we’ve never done before, Sam?”

“You,” Sam says, and he feels a sudden rush of panic and desire surge through him once he’s said it out loud.

“Let’s do it, then,” Liam says, and the same rush hits him too.

“Let’s fall in love?” Sam says, humming some Cole Porter.

“Always with the musical cues,” Liam says, standing up from the table and grabbing Sam’s hand. “C’mon, let’s go see if we’re the kind of people who put out on the first date.”

***
This shouldn’t be awkward, and yet it is, both Sam and Liam think when they’re back in their hotel room, perched on the edge of the bed, staring at each other. They’ve worked out together; they’ve changed in the same room; they’ve done the “brush your teeth while the other person is in the shower” deal while sharing hotel rooms; they’ve made hundreds if not thousands of jokes about butts and balls and bodily functions in each others’ presence; they’ve certainly had sex before, even if it’s not with each other, so why are they both so nervous? Is it because…

“Because it’s you, or because we’re both dudes?” Liam asks Sam. “Because, I’ll be honest, my experience in this area is very limited and happened more years ago than I care to remember.”

Sam shrugs expressively. “You’ve got more experience than I do. I was very certain that I was completely heterosexual until you showed up.”

“We can always go back to being best friends if this fails,” Liam says, albeit a little uncertainly.

“Isn’t that what everyone says on a first date?” Sam asks.

“Usually right before they make out,” Liam says, and leans in.


Sam leans in, too, and then they kiss for a while, awkwardly at first while they try to find the right angles and experiment to find out if something they’ve done before works here too, but after a little while it becomes less awkward and more arousing. A little while after that they both start working on unbuttoning each other’s shirts, or at least they make a good start on that before just peeling them off each other, followed by their pants, in the interests of getting naked as fast as possible.

“Do you want to slow down?” Liam asks, once they’re both naked and wrapped around each other on the bed, trying to press as much of their skin together as possible.

“No, but if you want to…” Sam says, kissing down Liam’s neck.

“I just want to make this a good first date,” Liam says. “Do it properly.”

“No complaints so far,” Sam says, biting at the spot where Liam’s neck and shoulder meet and grinding against him. “Besides, I never understood that whole ‘first second third base’ thing anyways.”

“Me either,” Liam says, pulling Sam’s head up to kiss him again.

There are some awkward moments now and again, because no matter how well you know a person, knowing exactly what makes them come undone is another matter entirely. Sam and Liam both know what they like and had sort of assumed that of course the other person would enjoy that too, but it turns out that their mutual enjoyment overlaps in some places but not others. Liam likes for his cock to be stroked way harder than Sam does, and really loves being bitten -- but no visible hickeys, please, Sam, we’re in our 30s and we both have to be on a panel tomorrow -- whereas Sam really loves Liam to tell him how much he loves him while he’s stroking him slowly and kissing him soft and sweetly.

Liam’s pretty sure that going down on a guy is like riding a bike, but he feels like he must have forgotten more than he remembers, because he’s pretty sure he didn’t feel this weird about it when he was in college, but maybe it’s just because it’s Sam. Sam certainly reacts like it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and Liam knows him well enough to know that it’s not acting. By the time Sam comes, Liam’s into it -- getting off on getting someone off is a thing for him -- and Sam barely has to touch him after Liam gets back on the bed next to him for Liam to come too.

They collapse together in a sated and slightly sticky pile after that, occasionally laughing or murmuring endearments, mostly just contentedly quiet.

“We didn’t...you know… yet…” Sam finally says, sliding his hand down to grope Liam’s butt.

“First of all, I feel like you have to at least be able to say ass fucking in order for me to want to do it with you -- or vice versa. Second of all, we’ve gotta save something for the second date,” Liam says. “Otherwise, what are we gonna have to look forward to?”

Sam laughs. “Let me know when you can pencil me in for a second date, then.”

“I’ll check my calendar and get back to you,” Liam says.

Taliesin/Matt - "going on 15 years"

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Plenty of fills have made references to how they had a thing before current SO's were in in the picture, or even of that said thing continuing into present day.
So how did that unfold in the early days? If Matt's mention of those 15 years is correct he was just cresting 20 at the time, and Taliesin was in his mid 20's. A lot of weirdness and questionable drunk decisions at anime cons including "exceptions mostly based on personality" can happen in one and a half decades...

My id loves some good nerdy fumbling and tentative D/s, but whatever floats your writing boat kink wise is good with me!

Re: Taliesin/Matt - "going on 15 years"

[(Anonymous)]

Is "exceptions mostly based on personality" a direct quote from one of them? I need to know. For educational purposes.

Sam/Liam; stargazing, tender outdoor sex

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In the rage room episode of AWNP, Sam seemed entirely too taken with Liam's backyard stargazing story, even suggesting they do it together next time he stays at Liam's place.

So... show me them stargazing together! Either in Liam's backyard or some place with a million more visible stars - maybe they manage a getaway to Liam's family's cabin in upstate New York, just the two of them! - and the peaceful atmosphere and romantic tension leading to them giving in to desire, and softly touching/kissing/having sex under the open sky.

"Stars Shining Bright Above You," Liam/Sam, outdoor sex, E, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

[a/n: Okay, so I swear I meant for this to be completely sweet and romantic, but a few silly moments crept in, because, well, those two. I hope it's sweet and tender enough for you anyways.]

“This is gonna be great!” Liam says as he and Sam pull up to his family’s cabin in the North Country. “I can’t wait until everyone else gets here. I still can’t believe everyone was able to take time off to come out here at the same time. We’re gonna do so much nothing!”

“But until tomorrow, it’s just us,” Sam says. “Which feels weird somehow. I don’t think we’ve had an overnight together that didn’t involve a con hotel room in years.”

“It’ll be fun,” Liam says. “We’ll get an early start on doing nothing. I can show you my favorite places to do it.”

Sam snorts back a laugh at the phrasing.

“Really?” Liam says, but he laughs too.

“I look forward to doing...nothing...with you,” Sam says as he gets out of the car and stretches. “Although, god, that road was more potholes than pavement. My back hates me more than that time we did goat yoga.”

“At least in the winter they get filled in with snow,” Liam says helpfully.

Sam shivers in the early evening air. “You mean it isn’t winter now? This is what passes for summer around here? I’m freezing!”

“Your blood’s gone thin after so long in LA,” Liam says, grabbing a bag of groceries out of the trunk. “C’mon, let’s bring our stuff in, and then we can medicate and keep warm with alcohol.”

“I’m beginning to like it here already,” Sam says, grabbing their suitcases.

***

“I want to show you something,” Liam says later, after they’ve eaten dinner on the porch and made their way through most of a bottle of wine while watching the sun set.

“Does it involve us getting naked?” Sam asks hopefully.

Liam doesn’t even dignify that with a response but takes Sam’s hand and tugs him out of the rocking chair in which he’s sitting. “C’mon, I’m gonna show you one of my favorite places in the world.”

“Other than in my arms?” Sam says, smirking, and grabbing the wine bottle and their glasses as he stands up.

Liam rolls his eyes and leads Sam down towards the dock. “Here. This is the place I was telling you about. My favorite place for stargazing. Stay here, I’m gonna go get us a blanket.”

Sam steps trepidatiously out onto the dock, which dips under his weight. “Are you sure this is safe?”

“I’ll give you mouth to mouth if you fall in,” Liam calls back.

“I’m more worried about hypothermia!” Sam yells, rubbing his arms and shivering.

“Here, I brought your hoodie, you big baby,” Liam says, re-appearing with a blanket, sweatshirts for both of them, and a flashlight. “I see you brought the important things,” he says, glancing at their glasses, before handing Sam both of their hoodies and the flashlight so that he can carefully spread out the blanket. “Sit down. We’re gonna watch the stars come out.”

Sam shrugs his hoodie on and then lowers himself gently onto the dock, perching like a cat on a ledge. “It’s very sturdy,” Liam says reassuringly, sitting cross-legged next to Sam. “I promise we’re not going to end up in the drink.”

At the mention of drink, Sam picks up his plastic wine glass and hands Liam his, and they thunk them together. “Cheers, dear,” Liam says before taking another sip.

Sam waves his hand at his face. “I think something just tried to bite me.”

“Just be glad it’s not black fly season,” Liam says. “We’ll be fine for now. And don’t you go camping all the time? This barely qualifies as rustic, except for the shitty cell reception.”

“Those are California bugs,” Sam says, “They have agents and only drink organic blood. Who knows what kind of crazy bugs there are up here? I mean, we can throw a rock and hit Canada. Who knows what they’re sending over the border?”

Liam laughs and rests his head on Sam’s shoulder. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he says.

“I’d follow you anywhere,” Sam says. “In fact, I did.”

“Yeah, what would things have been like if you hadn’t ended up in LA?” Liam says, putting his wineglass down and lying flat on his back on the blanket. “We’d probably be acquaintances at this point. Leaving likes on our social media. Sending Christmas cards.”

Sam exhales slowly as he contemplates that. “I can’t even imagine it,” he says. “So much of my life now has come from my relationship with you that I can’t imagine what it would be like.” He sets his own glass down and lies back next to Liam and looks up at the sky. “Wow, that is...I feel like I can see the whole galaxy here.”

“Isn’t it amazing?” Liam says, as proud of their view as if he hung the stars himself. “This is what I miss when I lie down in my backyard in LA. It’s not the same.”

“I can see why you love it,” Sam says.

“I love it as much as I love you,” Liam says, finding it easier to be honest in the darkness.

“I love you too,” Sam says, all sincerity for once, and then they both go silent for a while, eyes fixed on the stars.

***

“My nose is cold,” Sam says, breaking into Liam’s reverie.

“So is mine, and that is a problem I usually don’t face when doing this in LA,” Liam says, propping himself up on an elbow and shifting closer to Sam. “I suppose we could go in, or we could just try to find a way to keep warm.”

Sam moves a little closer to Liam but startles as the dock shifts under him, creaking a little, and he can hear water sloshing. “Is it supposed to do that?”

Liam laughs. “It’s a floating dock. It’s supposed to move. I promise you. How can a Chesapeake native like you be so unfamiliar with something like this?”

“I spent a lot of my summers acting?” Sam says. “It’s just been a while, okay? And I don’t know, maybe docks are different up here.”

“We’re not on the moon,” Liam says, leaning in so that his face is close to Sam’s. “But you said you were cold. I have an idea for how we could warm up.”

Sam smiles up at Liam and Liam can feel it even though it’s almost too dark to see Sam’s face this close in front of him. “Oh yeah?” Sam murmurs, and Liam closes the gap and kisses him.

They kiss for a while, both of them tasting like the wine they’ve been drinking. When they pull apart for a brief moment, Liam rolls carefully on top of Sam, who makes yet another startled noise as the dock shifts.

“Relax,” Liam says, kissing over Sam’s face. “It’s fine.”

“You’ve...stargazed like this before?” Sam asks.

“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell,” Liam says primly.

Sam snorts with laughter.

“Are you implying something about me?” Liam says, trying to sound indignant while also smothering a laugh.

“I refuse to answer on the grounds that it might incriminate me,” Sam says, and Liam laughs and kisses him hard.

Sam slides his hands under Liam’s hoodie and t-shirt while Liam’s kissing him and now it’s Liam’s turn to make a startled noise; “Jesus, your hands are cold!”

“Why do you think I’m putting them here?” Sam asks.

“I rather was hoping it was because you wanted to grope me,” Liam says.

“See, if I were going to grope you, I’d do this,” Sam says, and slides his hands down to Liam’s ass, pressing Liam tighter against him.

“I definitely think you should keep doing that,” Liam says, and kisses Sam again, rubbing down and against him.

Sometime later, Liam slides slowly down Sam’s body and begins undoing his jeans. “What are you doing?” Sam asks.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Liam says.

“It’s too dark to see anything,” Sam says.

Liam laughs. “I’m pretty sure you can figure out what I’m doing,” he says as he gets Sam’s jeans undone and begins tugging at them. Sam reflexively lifts his hips and is suddenly grateful that it’s too dark for Liam to see the panic on his face as the dock moves in response, and he also hopes that there isn’t anyone close by to hear the moan he makes when Liam’s mouth closes around his cock.

Sam quickly gets distracted from his panic that they’re both going to end up falling off the dock as Liam finds a familiar rhythm with his mouth and hands. He tries to look back up at the stars, but pretty soon he’s closed his eyes, lost in his own private universe of pleasure, their small soft noises getting swallowed up in the vast quiet darkness surrounding them. He’s not sure how long it takes, but it seems like forever and yet no time at all before he’s babbling out endearments mixed with incoherent swearing, digging his fingers into Liam’s shoulders and shuddering as he comes in Liam’s mouth.

“C’mere,” Sam growls when Liam pulls away, and Liam moves back up with catlike grace to perch on his side next to Sam. Even though he can’t see his face, Sam is pretty sure Liam is smirking.

“I told you this dock was sturdy,” Liam says, albeit a little breathily.

“Shut up and help me get your pants off,” Sam replies.

Sam’s not quite as graceful under these circumstances as Liam is -- nor as flexible, if he’s being completely honest -- but they somehow manage to reverse their positions without anyone rolling into the water. He does make Liam yelp softly by pressing his cold nose against his thigh, but then laughs and sets to work making Liam come undone.

Liam keeps his eyes open longer than Sam does, savoring the familiarity of his surroundings mixed with the novelty of having Sam here with him. Under me you quite so new, he thinks, before he’s not really thinking at all, just feeling the gentle rocking of the dock, hearing the occasional birds calling across the water, seeing the familiar and comforting stars. He slides a hand down and tangles it in Sam’s curls. Sam takes that as a cue to move faster, and soon Liam gasps out his own incoherent blend of love and obscenity as he comes.

Sam pulls away and shifts to slide up, and then there’s a muffled splash. “Shit,” Sam says.

“I hope that wasn’t the flashlight,” Liam says, trying to catch his breath.

“No, I think it was one of the wine glasses,” Sam says.

“They float,” Liam says. “We’ll find it in the morning. No point going fishing now.” He stretches and shivers. “Okay, now I’m cold too. Let’s go back in the house.”

“Help me up?” Sam says. “After the amazing feat of coordination I just had, I don’t want it to be now that I stumble into the water.”

“Of course, dear,” Liam says, turning the flashlight on, gathering the blanket, helping Sam stand and leading him off the dock.

Sam slings an arm around Liam’s shoulders and begins humming softly as they wander back up to the house. “One of your doo-wop group’s favorites?” Liam says.

“The surroundings made me think of it,” Sam says, changing from humming to singing softly, “Stars fading, but I linger on dear...”

“Let’s go dream a little dream,” Liam says, and they do.

Liam/Sam - flexibility

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I'm here to prompt what (I hope) everyone was thinking after seeing these boys do yoga together: Sam discovering how flexible and graceful Liam is, then getting to have fun with that fact after their yoga sesh.

Could either involve creative sex positions/fucking on an unconventional surface, or just Sam tucking Liam's legs behind his head and admiring the view before giving him a pounding.