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Fuck Buddies (Is a bit too crude, don't you think?)

Summary:

Antonio is frustrated, Gilbert's just trying to be a friend, and Francis is really just in it for the fun. This friendship of theirs really has no bounds.

Notes:

Nothing is greater than a threesome between three best friends who are (more or less) friends with benefits. This world lacks close friendships where people can flirt, have sex, and cuddle with one another yet still be (very comfortable) close friends. I crave for this; cause 'special' strings attached isn't really my forte.

If only I could write good sex though. And actually not update every hundred or so years.

DISCLAIMER: I'm neither Spanish, German, or French. Please be advised that this fanfic is purely comedic and written for self pleasure. It is mostly likely to follow stereotypes and other what nots. I do not intend to insult nor offend anyone. If you do get offended or insulted, I'm sorry about that, it was not my intention to make you feel that way. For both our sakes (if you cannot handle it) please immediately stop reading. Hope you understand.

Enjoy!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Prologue

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Antonio isn't really up for this thing that they have. It's unspoken and no one says anything but it happens. It happens whether or not one of them is intoxicated or emotionally unstable or even just flat out horny. It's still fun though, truly. He kind of likes it, maybe a little too much for his own liking but no one needs to know that. He doesn't want to admit that he savors most of it, the touching; all the way from the foreplay to the heated sex to the (not always) cuddling afterwards. He would rather burn in hell forever than to orally admit that he enjoys the pleasure. His body of course does not feel the same; his moans and half-conscious begging are enough to show that he is not totally against the whole thing.

Francis enjoys what he can. He likes the physical contact and the connection they have. He does not see it, not physically at least, but he knows there is something special (or maybe he's just been hanging out with Kiku too much) connecting them. It could be what some people call the red string of fate, just not the kind that usually binds soulmates together (which Francis believes in). The string that ties them might be light pink or maybe green or blue. The color doesn't matter but it is, for certain, different from the chemistry that a pair of lovers share. They don't say 'I love you', for one. That single sentence is a whole jungle of feelings that none of them want to be involved in. Francis is fine with that. Completely fine and satisfied that he doesn't need to utter the words, that eventually lost their meaning, to people he does love but just not in that sense. It definitely isn't brotherly love either. That Francis knows for sure.

Gilbert just wants to help out. He's careless and (purposely) obnoxious most of the time; but he's also a human being with feelings. He can tell when Antonio is lonely, when he needs the connection or attention. Whatever he wants to name it. Gilbert is trying to figure out what it is but it doesn't really matter. What does matter is that he knows and he is doing something about it. It's a win-win situation. He gets sex and comforts his friend at the same time. What more can he ask for?

 

 

 

More sex. Duh. What else?

Notes:

Kudos and feedback is eternally appreciated.

This story doesn't have an ending really. Send me a message if you have any ideas concerning the stories!