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FIC: RPSlash/Het: Irish Cream 1/1 Colin/Angelina/Jonathan
Title: Irish Cream
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: RPSlash/Het
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t know them nor do I claim any of this is true.
Warnings: None
Beta: Larian Elensar
Pairing: Colin Farrell/Angelina Jolie/Jonathan Rhys Meyers
Archive: Alex’s Story Book
Author’s Note: This story popped into my head as a visual of Angelina walking into a room with Jonny on his knees in front of Colin. We shall assume this was made during the filming of Alexander the Great.
Spoilers: No.
Summary: Angelina visits Colin…and things happen.
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IRISH CREAM
Angelina had just gotten her shower and changed. She was restless. She was tired of this movie, tired of this location. She was ready to go home to Maddox. Instead she settled for talking to him on the phone several times a day.
Maybe Colin was still home. Maybe she could grab a quickie from him before his nightly baptism of alcohol. No one answered so she decided to head over to his place.
The door wasn’t locked so she tried it and clapped her hand over her mouth to stop the gasp that threatened to spill out at the sight that greeted her.
Colin stood in the middle of his small den. He was naked and his eyes were fixed on the floor in front of him. Jonny was naked too and on his knees in front of Colin, gently sliding his foreskin back as his tongue darted out to lap at the dewy drops glistening in the tiny slit.
She stared at them.
“Ohh, fuck, Jonny…who knew you had it in you…god in heaven…” Colin was murmuring as he rocked his hips ever so slightly.
Angelina cleared her throat.
“Ah, there she is. I was beginning to think she wasn’t comin’.”
Angelina smiled at them. “Planned this, did you?”
Jonathan turned around, neglecting Colin’s cock long enough to grin and say, “Of course,” before he returned to his task.
“And what do you want from me? Or do I get to just watch?”
Both men stopped and Jonathan stood. They advanced on her, one on either side and Colin reached her first, kissing her. She could smell Jonathan’s scent on his skin. Colin rather ungraciously grabbed a handful of breast, pinching the hardening nipple as he did. Jonathan licked her neck and his hand slid down over her butt, squeezing gently.
“Let’s take your damn clothes off,” Colin growled as he jerked her shirt off over her head; Jonathan worked her zipper and then dropped down to kiss the dark cross on her belly, letting his tongue slide down her skin to more interesting places.
She hissed as he opened her folds with his fingers and found her clitoris. Her knees went weak but that wasn’t a problem. Colin was behind her and put his arms around in front of her, pressing his saliva wet erection against her back and holding her up as Jonathan slipped a wet finger inside her. She cried out, not prepared for the pleasure that shot through her. He added one finger then another until she was coming around him.
When her tremors stilled, Jonathan stood again and kissed Colin over her shoulder, still rubbing her and causing her to squirm, the other hand playing with the nipple Colin had been pinching.
“Both of you are wicked! I like that in a man.” She bit Jonathan’s shoulder. She grabbed and handful of Colin, hair, cock and all. “And I want to see *you* on your knees, great Alexander. Suck this pretty thing…”
Colin obeyed as she slipped out from between them. He sucked the tip Jonathan’s cock into his mouth and teased it with his tongue.
“Does it feel good, Jonny? Is he a good cocksucker?” She teased, pressing against Jonathan’s side as she shared the view with him.
“God, yes.”
She got close to his ear and whispered, “Has he fucked you yet, Jonny?”
Jonathan nodded.
“Me too,” she purred and bit his ear. Jonathan came, thrusting hard into Colin’s mouth as he grunted softly. Colin finished him, sucking until the other Irishman’s hips stopped moving and his cock stopped throbbing then he cleaned him with his tongue and looked up into two pairs of eyes.
Colin stood, his own erection standing hard and ready. He grinned at Angelina.
“We got you a present. You already got more balls than we do so we got you a cock to go with them.” He opened a drawer in the small table beside the sofa and lifted out a strap-on dildo. It was long, fairly slim and the color of skin and the straps were black leather. Her full lips spread in one of those smiles that were devastating close up.
“Help me put it on.” Both of them did, not missing any chance to touch her smooth skin as they did. She took her cock in her hand and stroked it and smiled. “Who wants to be my bitch?”
Jonathan smiled at her and handed her the Wet he had taken from the drawer too. “I think that will be me.”
Colin walked over and flopped onto the sofa and beckoned them.
“Come finish what you started, Jonny.”
Jonathan again went to his knees and took Colin into his mouth. Angelina looked appraisingly at his ass and dropped to her knees behind him. She experimentally smacked a pale skinned cheek then the other one. She flipped the top on the Wet and drizzled some in the vicinity of Jonathan’s ass. As it slid down between his cheeks, she rubbed her finger in the lubricant and then around the little ring of his anus.
Jonathan moaned around his mouthful of Colin as she penetrated him with her finger. Colin put a hand on either of his shoulders and held them tight, almost tight enough to hurt but not quite. Jonathan became quite noisy when she found his little nub rather quickly.
“Suck harder,” Colin demanded hoarsely.
Jonathan almost swallowed him whole when the cool hard length of dildo began to penetrate him. Angelina was only gentle long enough to sheathe herself inside him.
“Fuck! I wish I had a real one. I’d love to feel you around me, Jonny,” Angelina murmured as she held his slim hips and began to fuck him harder and harder. Every thrust pushed him against Colin and pushed Colin deeper into his mouth.
Colin’s dark eyes were fixed on Jonathan. He watched those perfect lips slide up and down his shaft, felt their softness and that wet suction. He lifted his hips and pulled Jonathan closer.
“Fuck, Jonny,” he whispered, voice low and his accent thick as Jonathan deep throated him. Angelina grinned wickedly at him as she slammed hard into the other man’s ass. Jonathan whimpered and Colin bucked his hips up at the vibration, coming in Jonny’s mouth, his semen splattering against his tongue and filling his mouth. When Colin sank back to the sofa, spent, Jonathan raised his head and looked at him, one pearly drop clinging to his lower lip. He licked it off as Angelina pulled the dildo from him.
She unbuckled it and let it drop to the floor and pressed herself against Jonathan’s ass, lying across his back and nibbling on the back of his neck.
She looked at Colin and grinned rather evilly. “So when will you be ready for round two?”
“I’m ready now.”
Amazingly, he wasn’t lying.
And Jonathan was certainly ready. His cock was rock hard as she reached beneath him and fondled him.
Angelina sat in Colin’s lap and both men began to kiss and lick her tattoos. Jonathan seemed very taken with the huge tiger on her lower back while Colin kissed the little ones on her arms.
While Colin kissed her, she slithered around and managed to impale herself on him. His head jerked up and he smiled at her, a feral smile, all toothy and hungry. He looked like a wolf she thought, the big, bad wolf.
“Fuck,” Jonathan whispered from behind, though it wasn’t clear whether it was arousal or distress that caused the burst. “I want you too, Angelina.”
She leaned close to Colin’s face, giving Jonathan a very intimate view of Colin thrusting inside her and of her tiny, pink opening. He wanted to be in her too, to be there in her pretty round ass.
“Then take me, Jonny. The lube is on the floor somewhere. Damn, Colin! That feels so good.” He had a breast in each hand, pinching her nipples between his fingers as she put her hands on his chest and rode him slowly, waiting for Jonathan to catch up.
Jonathan was pressing his slick cock into her ass a few seconds later. She moaned and thrashed on top of Colin until both men were completely inside her.
“Holymotherofgod! I can feel his cock…” Colin growled. Jonathan just grinned at him and twitched inside her .
Jonathan held her hips tight as he thrust into her ass in long slow thrusts. He groaned every time he felt Colin through the thin layer of tissue between them. They both finally established an alternating rhythm that made the lovely American scream in pleasure. Her hand gripped Colin’s shoulders as she was taken hard by both men. The pace quickened, soft moans became loud grunts and obscenities as they became a writhing beast.
Angelina screamed and screamed again as her body shuddered violently, pulling both men deeper, demanding they fill her.
“Shit!” The word exploded from Colin’s mouth as he thrust up hard. Jonathan slammed into her just as hard from behind though he was much quieter when he came than Colin or Angelina. He filled her until his semen ran out around his cock and dripped onto Colin.
They all slowed and finally stopped moving, Angelina collapsing on top of Colin and Jonathan pulling out and moving up beside Colin on the sofa. He leaned his head close and kissed Colin then reached to kiss Angelina too.
Angelina tapped Colin on the chest. “Next time I get to fuck YOU!”
~end~
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: RPSlash/Het
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t know them nor do I claim any of this is true.
Warnings: None
Beta: Larian Elensar
Pairing: Colin Farrell/Angelina Jolie/Jonathan Rhys Meyers
Archive: Alex’s Story Book
Author’s Note: This story popped into my head as a visual of Angelina walking into a room with Jonny on his knees in front of Colin. We shall assume this was made during the filming of Alexander the Great.
Spoilers: No.
Summary: Angelina visits Colin…and things happen.
~~~
IRISH CREAM
Angelina had just gotten her shower and changed. She was restless. She was tired of this movie, tired of this location. She was ready to go home to Maddox. Instead she settled for talking to him on the phone several times a day.
Maybe Colin was still home. Maybe she could grab a quickie from him before his nightly baptism of alcohol. No one answered so she decided to head over to his place.
The door wasn’t locked so she tried it and clapped her hand over her mouth to stop the gasp that threatened to spill out at the sight that greeted her.
Colin stood in the middle of his small den. He was naked and his eyes were fixed on the floor in front of him. Jonny was naked too and on his knees in front of Colin, gently sliding his foreskin back as his tongue darted out to lap at the dewy drops glistening in the tiny slit.
She stared at them.
“Ohh, fuck, Jonny…who knew you had it in you…god in heaven…” Colin was murmuring as he rocked his hips ever so slightly.
Angelina cleared her throat.
“Ah, there she is. I was beginning to think she wasn’t comin’.”
Angelina smiled at them. “Planned this, did you?”
Jonathan turned around, neglecting Colin’s cock long enough to grin and say, “Of course,” before he returned to his task.
“And what do you want from me? Or do I get to just watch?”
Both men stopped and Jonathan stood. They advanced on her, one on either side and Colin reached her first, kissing her. She could smell Jonathan’s scent on his skin. Colin rather ungraciously grabbed a handful of breast, pinching the hardening nipple as he did. Jonathan licked her neck and his hand slid down over her butt, squeezing gently.
“Let’s take your damn clothes off,” Colin growled as he jerked her shirt off over her head; Jonathan worked her zipper and then dropped down to kiss the dark cross on her belly, letting his tongue slide down her skin to more interesting places.
She hissed as he opened her folds with his fingers and found her clitoris. Her knees went weak but that wasn’t a problem. Colin was behind her and put his arms around in front of her, pressing his saliva wet erection against her back and holding her up as Jonathan slipped a wet finger inside her. She cried out, not prepared for the pleasure that shot through her. He added one finger then another until she was coming around him.
When her tremors stilled, Jonathan stood again and kissed Colin over her shoulder, still rubbing her and causing her to squirm, the other hand playing with the nipple Colin had been pinching.
“Both of you are wicked! I like that in a man.” She bit Jonathan’s shoulder. She grabbed and handful of Colin, hair, cock and all. “And I want to see *you* on your knees, great Alexander. Suck this pretty thing…”
Colin obeyed as she slipped out from between them. He sucked the tip Jonathan’s cock into his mouth and teased it with his tongue.
“Does it feel good, Jonny? Is he a good cocksucker?” She teased, pressing against Jonathan’s side as she shared the view with him.
“God, yes.”
She got close to his ear and whispered, “Has he fucked you yet, Jonny?”
Jonathan nodded.
“Me too,” she purred and bit his ear. Jonathan came, thrusting hard into Colin’s mouth as he grunted softly. Colin finished him, sucking until the other Irishman’s hips stopped moving and his cock stopped throbbing then he cleaned him with his tongue and looked up into two pairs of eyes.
Colin stood, his own erection standing hard and ready. He grinned at Angelina.
“We got you a present. You already got more balls than we do so we got you a cock to go with them.” He opened a drawer in the small table beside the sofa and lifted out a strap-on dildo. It was long, fairly slim and the color of skin and the straps were black leather. Her full lips spread in one of those smiles that were devastating close up.
“Help me put it on.” Both of them did, not missing any chance to touch her smooth skin as they did. She took her cock in her hand and stroked it and smiled. “Who wants to be my bitch?”
Jonathan smiled at her and handed her the Wet he had taken from the drawer too. “I think that will be me.”
Colin walked over and flopped onto the sofa and beckoned them.
“Come finish what you started, Jonny.”
Jonathan again went to his knees and took Colin into his mouth. Angelina looked appraisingly at his ass and dropped to her knees behind him. She experimentally smacked a pale skinned cheek then the other one. She flipped the top on the Wet and drizzled some in the vicinity of Jonathan’s ass. As it slid down between his cheeks, she rubbed her finger in the lubricant and then around the little ring of his anus.
Jonathan moaned around his mouthful of Colin as she penetrated him with her finger. Colin put a hand on either of his shoulders and held them tight, almost tight enough to hurt but not quite. Jonathan became quite noisy when she found his little nub rather quickly.
“Suck harder,” Colin demanded hoarsely.
Jonathan almost swallowed him whole when the cool hard length of dildo began to penetrate him. Angelina was only gentle long enough to sheathe herself inside him.
“Fuck! I wish I had a real one. I’d love to feel you around me, Jonny,” Angelina murmured as she held his slim hips and began to fuck him harder and harder. Every thrust pushed him against Colin and pushed Colin deeper into his mouth.
Colin’s dark eyes were fixed on Jonathan. He watched those perfect lips slide up and down his shaft, felt their softness and that wet suction. He lifted his hips and pulled Jonathan closer.
“Fuck, Jonny,” he whispered, voice low and his accent thick as Jonathan deep throated him. Angelina grinned wickedly at him as she slammed hard into the other man’s ass. Jonathan whimpered and Colin bucked his hips up at the vibration, coming in Jonny’s mouth, his semen splattering against his tongue and filling his mouth. When Colin sank back to the sofa, spent, Jonathan raised his head and looked at him, one pearly drop clinging to his lower lip. He licked it off as Angelina pulled the dildo from him.
She unbuckled it and let it drop to the floor and pressed herself against Jonathan’s ass, lying across his back and nibbling on the back of his neck.
She looked at Colin and grinned rather evilly. “So when will you be ready for round two?”
“I’m ready now.”
Amazingly, he wasn’t lying.
And Jonathan was certainly ready. His cock was rock hard as she reached beneath him and fondled him.
Angelina sat in Colin’s lap and both men began to kiss and lick her tattoos. Jonathan seemed very taken with the huge tiger on her lower back while Colin kissed the little ones on her arms.
While Colin kissed her, she slithered around and managed to impale herself on him. His head jerked up and he smiled at her, a feral smile, all toothy and hungry. He looked like a wolf she thought, the big, bad wolf.
“Fuck,” Jonathan whispered from behind, though it wasn’t clear whether it was arousal or distress that caused the burst. “I want you too, Angelina.”
She leaned close to Colin’s face, giving Jonathan a very intimate view of Colin thrusting inside her and of her tiny, pink opening. He wanted to be in her too, to be there in her pretty round ass.
“Then take me, Jonny. The lube is on the floor somewhere. Damn, Colin! That feels so good.” He had a breast in each hand, pinching her nipples between his fingers as she put her hands on his chest and rode him slowly, waiting for Jonathan to catch up.
Jonathan was pressing his slick cock into her ass a few seconds later. She moaned and thrashed on top of Colin until both men were completely inside her.
“Holymotherofgod! I can feel his cock…” Colin growled. Jonathan just grinned at him and twitched inside her .
Jonathan held her hips tight as he thrust into her ass in long slow thrusts. He groaned every time he felt Colin through the thin layer of tissue between them. They both finally established an alternating rhythm that made the lovely American scream in pleasure. Her hand gripped Colin’s shoulders as she was taken hard by both men. The pace quickened, soft moans became loud grunts and obscenities as they became a writhing beast.
Angelina screamed and screamed again as her body shuddered violently, pulling both men deeper, demanding they fill her.
“Shit!” The word exploded from Colin’s mouth as he thrust up hard. Jonathan slammed into her just as hard from behind though he was much quieter when he came than Colin or Angelina. He filled her until his semen ran out around his cock and dripped onto Colin.
They all slowed and finally stopped moving, Angelina collapsing on top of Colin and Jonathan pulling out and moving up beside Colin on the sofa. He leaned his head close and kissed Colin then reached to kiss Angelina too.
Angelina tapped Colin on the chest. “Next time I get to fuck YOU!”
~end~