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willocwen.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Feb. 9th, 2006 10:22 pm)Okay, here's the sitch. I picked an insane threesome, because I had an idea for this prompt. Then? It grew bigger and bigger. So, here is the vastly edited, almost snapshotted edition I had to cut down for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashthedrabble. Then? I decided to just post the whole thing in my LJ, so if you liked this and want to read it in full, go here, clickity damn. I sorta like it more. ^^; It doesn't end or start in the same place.
Title: Hot and Cold
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Graham/Andrew/Oz
Rating: Nothing explicit, just three men in their sleep clothes. PG-16?
Summary: Andrew wants to find it. Graham says he doesn't have it. Oz is amused.
Author's Notes: This is set post-s7.
WARNINGS: General silliness?
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"What are you talking about? Everyone has one."
"That's not true. Not everyone has one. I? Don't have it."
Why had he been so stupid? Especially, when Andrew had asked again, where 'it' was, the reply had been...
"Find it yourself."
Andrew trailed his fingers up from Graham's stomach and looked at him expectantly. "Cold," Graham offered, hesitant, and gritted his teeth a little as those fingers rubbed around a nipple before detouring back down. "Warmer, warmer..." Fingertips ran passed his navel. "Cooler," Graham said regretfully. Andrew's hand paused before moving up again. "Yeah, warmer..." The hand veered towards the centre of his chest. "Cooler." Back to his side, paused, tickling but to no avail. "Still just 'warmer'. This is-"
"Keep to the game." Odd, that chastisement came from Oz, who had neglected his book, moving to press against Graham's side. The bed felt full, with both of his lovers in it - there were certainly more things he'd like to do that didn't consist of playing a silly game in order to find... it. Which? Graham so didn't have.
Andrew grinned across at Oz, hand moving hesitantly up and down Graham's side, over his ribs, frowning when all Graham said was 'cooler'. "Damnit, soldier," Andrew sighed. "You're not good at this game."
"-I'm- not good at this--?"
"Keep going, Andy," Oz advised, resting his chin on Graham's shoulder. "I think I know where it is. You're close."
Encouraged, Andrew moved his hand down, veering wherever Graham said, around, under him, slipping his hand between bed and back-- and Graham twitched. "Hot," he said, and was met with a puzzled look, before those inquiring fingers again scratched gently over the small of his back. Graham jerked up and went to grab Andrew's arm. "Okay already, I said 'hot', you win."
"Your tickle-spot is -there-? That's so weird. You're so weird."
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slashthedrabble. Then? I decided to just post the whole thing in my LJ, so if you liked this and want to read it in full, go here, clickity damn. I sorta like it more. ^^; It doesn't end or start in the same place.Title: Hot and Cold
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Graham/Andrew/Oz
Rating: Nothing explicit, just three men in their sleep clothes. PG-16?
Summary: Andrew wants to find it. Graham says he doesn't have it. Oz is amused.
Author's Notes: This is set post-s7.
WARNINGS: General silliness?
---
"What are you talking about? Everyone has one."
"That's not true. Not everyone has one. I? Don't have it."
Why had he been so stupid? Especially, when Andrew had asked again, where 'it' was, the reply had been...
"Find it yourself."
Andrew trailed his fingers up from Graham's stomach and looked at him expectantly. "Cold," Graham offered, hesitant, and gritted his teeth a little as those fingers rubbed around a nipple before detouring back down. "Warmer, warmer..." Fingertips ran passed his navel. "Cooler," Graham said regretfully. Andrew's hand paused before moving up again. "Yeah, warmer..." The hand veered towards the centre of his chest. "Cooler." Back to his side, paused, tickling but to no avail. "Still just 'warmer'. This is-"
"Keep to the game." Odd, that chastisement came from Oz, who had neglected his book, moving to press against Graham's side. The bed felt full, with both of his lovers in it - there were certainly more things he'd like to do that didn't consist of playing a silly game in order to find... it. Which? Graham so didn't have.
Andrew grinned across at Oz, hand moving hesitantly up and down Graham's side, over his ribs, frowning when all Graham said was 'cooler'. "Damnit, soldier," Andrew sighed. "You're not good at this game."
"-I'm- not good at this--?"
"Keep going, Andy," Oz advised, resting his chin on Graham's shoulder. "I think I know where it is. You're close."
Encouraged, Andrew moved his hand down, veering wherever Graham said, around, under him, slipping his hand between bed and back-- and Graham twitched. "Hot," he said, and was met with a puzzled look, before those inquiring fingers again scratched gently over the small of his back. Graham jerked up and went to grab Andrew's arm. "Okay already, I said 'hot', you win."
"Your tickle-spot is -there-? That's so weird. You're so weird."
end
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