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Welcome to the World of On-topness, Part 4 GC Ashkta OK!!! Lemon in this scene. As if there wasn't before *rolls eyes*. So I guess you can just call this a lemon "upgrade". Okay. *laughs* Sorry. And since you don't know what the "legendary hurricane" is that I mentioned in the beginning...that was a separate fic written by my partner that involved a very hot threesome downstairs, and another two people upstairs, that being Lambda and Donovan, who you are about to meet. Prior to this hurricane, Lambda could switch from 11 to 16 years old, so Donovan (the 15 year old hammersapce soundrack corp. executive -- that's just possible in this universe) would freak out and refuse to hang around him when he was 16 cause he liked him, and that's just not good for a stoic little chibi-bastard. ^_^ Okay, on with it! Ashkta ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* I could see what had Donovan worked up all those many months ago before the legendary hurricane. It really wasn't easy to ignore the very pale, very long-legged, very, very illegal acting Lambda as he pranced through the kitchen with an armful of ice cream bowl and cones and scoop-spoons. He sat them all down in front of me and smiled broadly. When he got back up, his hair swept across his shoulders and twirled around and I thought I was going to fall off of the barstool. How did this come about, you ask? Well, I think it was a ploy. You see, we did actually finish up a few things with Angel. I sort of alternated between Evegan and the blonde kid for awhile, just getting used to the difference of this and thatand then he had me try it with Sata and that was just way too different for my tastes - no offense to Sata, of course. But then the next thing I know is I'm being shoved around here and there and then I ended up alone in the kitchen. Evegan popped back in briefly to say "Action in five - I'll be right outside." Well, I waited. And I got Lambda. I suppose he wanted me to seduce Lambda. I didn't think that was entirely plausible, but I figured I'd try. Though I had no idea what to say. I was just - I don't know - tired? Without enthusiasm? I don't know. I'm just weird that way sometimes. "You okay, Tryptin?" I looked up to see electric blue eyes staring at me. All I could think was, at least the kitchen is something I know about. Which made me think I might be able to do it after all. "Yeah, I'm good, Lambda. Sorry I'm just sitting here." "That's okay. Any special reason why Evegan called me over?" I shrugged. I wasn't sure if he knew and was playing along or if he just didn't know. "Maybe." He made a face. "Okay." By then our ice creams were prepared and he handed me one as he climbed up to the stool beside me. He giggled and started to eat his. I only took a couple of licks before I started noticing him out of the corner of my eye. He scrunched his nose up and wiped a hand across it when he got butter rum on it. Of course, butter rum made me think of cooking sherry. And cooking sherry always makes me think of Ai-shee in a black silk shirt. And that always, always gets me going. Especially if thoughts of sherry and silk are followed by the image of hair flipping - which I saw Lambda do, and that was good enough. I moved my arm forward and caught Lambda on the cheek with my vanilla ice cream. He jumped and looked at me with huge eyes. I smirked and leaned over, tilting his face around so I could lick the cold, sweet stuff from his skin. He looked back a little stunned and a little shy, biting on his lower lip. I decided not to think too much - if I did, it would only make things difficult for me. With one swipe over my ice cream, I went for his mouth and slipped my cold tongue between his lips. He moaned a little and leaned into me. I tried to keep my eyes open most of the time, to see his expression. Evegan said that was a good way to tell if you're doing a good joband some partners like to look or have you looking. Well, he looked perfectly happy. Of course, my ice cream was melting and getting my fingers all wet, so I tried something else I knew from myumhome schooling. I pulled away with one last, swift peck on the lips before switching the cone from one hand to the other. I laid two fingers against Lambda's mouth and smiled. This was so much easier with food. He opened up and started sucking on them. Damn, it felt good. I could almost envision his tongue taking up every last bit ice cream from over and under and between my fingers. He kept looking at me from under the shadow of his bangs. I pulled away from his mouth. "Something wrong, Lambda?" He shook his head and I reached for the hem of his shirt. I pushed it up to place my damp hand over one of his nipples and move gently. "No, Tryptin. I just." He flinched a little, but the way he breathed told me it was okay. "Why me?" "Well you're here. I'm here. That would seem to sum it up." "I didn't expect words like that from you." "I know." I glanced around and decided that the countertop was a lot closer than the floor. Somehow I managed to move from the stool to the tiles and pull Lambda up in the meantime while still holding our ice creams. He volunteered to tug off his own shirt and then lay flat under me. I was a little unsure after that, but then I rememberedI had food. I bent down and kissed him again - and after that there was vanilla smeared liberally across his stomach and chest. He yelpedor rather squealedeither way it was cute. The only thing bothering me out of this scenario was the lack of talking. I started licking up the center of his abdomen and said, "Hey, Lambda?" "Hmm?" "If Donovan finds out, will he be really mad?" Lambda pushed his hands through my hair, and I could feel him take in enough air to speak, but it wasn't his voice that I heard from behind me. "No. Cause he gets to watch this time." I turned my head around just enough to see Donovan tilted against the wall, hands in his pockets, as usual. He gave me a little smirk and I only managed to smile a bit weakly. Lambda twisted around and beckoned him forward. "Why don't you come up here?" My eyes went huge. "UmLambda." "It's okay." His smile was pretty reassuring, but then seeing Donovan standing right beside us, watching with those solid black eyes, was kind of disconcerting. I found myself just staring at Donovan instead of doing what I was supposed to be doing. Lambda handed his ice cream over to his partner who started eating it in slow swirls of the tongue. My little blue haired test subject tapped me on the hand and looked up, expectantly. I was stunned into place. And then, here come the questions again right? How, when faced with such a delicious sight, could I possibly have stopped? An ice-cream smeared Lambda? A voyeuristic Donovan? And I stopped? Well, you didn't let me finish, now did you? I was stuck, but Donovan saw that and took pity on me. He smiled and shook his head. "Well, I know you're probably not ready for a threesome, but here." He pulled me over and gave me a long, butter rum flavored kiss. At the same time he moved one of my hands up to Lambda's ears then pulled away. "Put your other hand up there too." I did and then watched with a little fascination as he leaned over and started sucking against Lambda's nipples very slowly. I knew that had to be torturous. I'd experienced the same thing with strawberry jam. While his hand was still covering mine, we traced over his ear. Somehow this combination got my fellow band member all agitated, so I tried it with my other hand. Well, he would have squirmed right off the table if I hadn't been sitting on him. "There," said Donovan. "You do that, and get the rest of that ice cream off of him, and I'll be back there." He threw a thumb over my shoulder. I could only wonder what he was up to. So, in lieu of the ice cream getting warm, I started licking it off. It was fun, and that's all I'll really say. But it nearly knocked me off the table when Lambda made thiswow, noiseand arched up. I had to totally regain my balance on him, and I know that sounds weird, but trust me. I looked over my shoulder, and all I saw was Donovan giving the kid this really deep foot rub. That may sound unimportant to you, but just watching it was managing to excite me, so I said, okay whateverand went back to what I was doing. And you know, is it just me, or does Lambda taste like cotton candy? So now we were all set up, and this should have been the coup de grace, right? Taking Lambda and finally initiating myself into the club of on top. Well, I suck. Again, not what I meant. But yes. I was completely prepared for it, and he was about ready to throttle me, I think, if I didn't hurry it up. So I started to and thenI just stopped. Donovan looked over at me. "Problem?" I cleared my throat. "I can't do it." "Um, okay. Why not?" "I don't know how." Lambda whined underneath me. "Tryptin! Neither Donovan nor I knew how to do it on our first time. But we did." Donovan smiled. "Well, technically, I'd read quite a few things andyou know prepared." "You liar. You did not." He tickled Lambda's feet. "Yes, I did." "Ah, no!!" Lambda kicked under me, and since he's nothing but legs all the way, it was way too dangerous, so I jumped off. I straightened myoh waitI wasn't wearing a shirt. My bad. Okay, well, Donovan shrugged and pulled me forward. I just about melted, I think. He was just really hot at that particular moment. And he gave me this great kiss before hopping on the counter and giving in to Lambda's impatient little whines. And Iwatched. Solely for academic purposes, you understand. ~*~*~*~*~* End Part 4 ~*~*~*~*~*