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Pooh should have known better than to let Pavel make a wish. It obviously was bound to lead to absolute chaos. But Pooh was a weak man when it came to his boyfriend. Anything he wanted, he gave him.
It all started on a date. They had some off time, Pooh was done with school, and so he took Pavel to Bangsaen for a few days, living their perfectly coupley life on vacation. They were walking hand in hand on a private beach which Pooh knew the owner of, and the sunset was making the most perfect picture they could have wished for. It only missed some romantic music for them to be in a romcom.
They were wandering happily when suddenly Pavel straightened up. “Oh my God, look!” he exclaimed and ran off to pick up something from the beach. Pooh watched him go with a sappy smile, slowly walking back to him. Pavel picked up the object he had noticed and turned to him with wide excited eyes. “Look! It’s a genie’s lamp!”
“Do you think it works?” Pooh chuckled amusingly.
“Only one way to find out,” Pavel replied with a smirk and started rubbing on the old artifact.
It was all fun and games until an actual genie came out of it. It scoffed as it looked around. “Where the fuck am I?” it asked in the void before his eyes wandered to the couple, who watched it in shock. “Oh hi,” the genie greeted lightly. “Congratulations, you found my lamp. That means I can grant you three wishes. But beware what you ask for, there is always a twist.” The two actors were too stunned to speak, and the genie gave them some time to adjust to reality before it pinched its eyes. “Wait… Are you PoohPavel?”
That prompted Pavel to speak. “You know us?” he asked incredulously.
“Yeah, I’m a big fan,” the genie answered with a grin. “Oh wow, I didn’t think I would meet you like this.”
“You’re a big fan?” Pooh repeated, unbelieving.
“Yeah, PitBabe, right? I love CharlieBabe. Oh and Singsalatai, what a show. Incredible. Congratulations.”
“Uh… Thanks,” Pavel replied, still disbelieving.
“So, you have three wishes. What do you want?”
“Wait, this is real?” Pooh asked, not quite sure of what was happening.
“Yes it is,” the genie confirmed. “People are usually confused, but you’ll get used to it. It’s also because of that damn movie. ‘Aladdin’. Pure propaganda. Don’t fall for it. So? Do you have a first wish?”
“PoohPavel forever,” Pavel answered instantly.
“Pavel, wait, we should think before asking for something,” Pooh warned him, turning to him so he could stop staring at the strange creature.
“What, don’t you want it?” Pavel asked him with a frown. “A guarantee that we’ll be together forever.”
“But there’s always a catch,” Pooh retorted.
“Actually, since I’m a fan, I’ll grant it to you without a downside,” the genie interrupted them. “On the house.”
Pavel beamed. “This is awesome.”
“So, next wish?” the genie asked.
“Can we take our time?” Pooh inquired, getting stressed. “We need to think about this.”
“Sure, take all the time that you need,” the genie answered simply. “Just rub the lamp and it’ll make me go back inside. When you decide on your second wish, just rub it again and ask me.”
“Do we have to make a wish?” Pooh frowned. “I mean, we’re pretty happy as it is.”
“Technically, there’s no deadline, but that would mean I’m stuck with you forever,” the genie explained, embarrassed. “Or, until you die.”
“We’ll find something,” Pavel declared.
Pooh felt like a bad idea was coming his way.
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Sure enough, the bad idea came soon enough.
They had just had a session of ravenous sex, and they were currently cuddling post-orgasm in Pavel’s bed when Pavel exclaimed: “we’re so good at this.”
Pooh nodded, sighing in contentment. They really were.
God knows how that gave Pavel that idea, but the older man suddenly lifted his head from where it rested on Pooh’s chest. “Oh my God, I know,” he stated, a big, evil grin forming on his lips.
It was always suspicious when he did that, but Pooh was too spent to properly react. “What?” he simply asked instead.
“For our second wish, I know what we should ask.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Let’s bring my characters to life.”
Pooh opened his eyes to frown at him. “What do you mean?”
“We’re so good at this, we should bring Babe and Singha over and have a big party,” Pavel explained excitedly. “Three times the fun.”
“You want me to fuck your characters?”
“Yeah! It would be so much fun. And hot.”
“Wouldn’t that be cheating?” Pooh was very perplexed at the idea.
“Not if I’m here to watch. Plus, aren’t they me technically?” Pavel asked rhetorically. “I played them, so it’s my body, so it’s like fucking me three times, but like, different versions. To spice things up.”
“But I can’t fuck you all three at once,” Pooh was trying to imagine the scene. “I don’t have three dicks. What will you do while I’m fucking one? Will you fuck yourself?”
“Ew, no,” Pavel answered with a frown of disgust, as if that was the weirdest idea that was thrown out there. “No, we’ll watch you.”
“You’ll watch me.”
“Yeah, because you’re hot,” Pavel kissed him sweetly. “Like, really really hot. I still rewatch our NCs, you know? Watching you in the throes of passion.”
“That’s acting.”
“You and I both know it wasn’t, not fully.”
Pooh blushed, looking away from the man with a shit-eating grin on top of him. “Whatever. Look, I don’t know. It’s just weird.”
“Just think about it, baby,” Pavel coaxed him, kissing him all over his face. “You teaching Babe a lesson because he’s gonna be a brat, and you fucking Singha so good he’ll forget all about Thup…”
“But I’m Thup,” Pooh pouted.
“You’re better than Thup,” Pavel retorted with a searing kiss.
“Let me think about it,” Pooh negotiated, and Pavel beamed at him.
“You’re the best.”
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Thinking about it took about as long as you would expect. Pavel played all the tricks he had to make him fold, replaying his own characters, telling him how Babe or Singha would do this or that while asking “don’t you want to find out?” And truth was, it made Pooh curious as well. He was okay with it as long as Pavel was by his side.
So on a Friday evening, after Pooh gave his approval, Pavel rubbed the lamp once more. The genie got out, stretching his floating limbs. “We have our second wish,” Pavel declared, still watching the creature curiously.
“What is it?” the genie asked.
“We want my characters Singha and Babe to come to life here, but only for one night,” Pavel repeated properly. They had worked priorly on the proper sentence to say for the wish so there was no too bad downside to it.
“Hmm, alright, let me think of a loophole,” the genie replied honestly. He looked in the air, scratching his vape chin. “You said only for one night, I say you need to do something for them to disappear and go back to their world.”
“What’s that?”
“You need to fuck them.”
The two actors stared at the genie. “That was… Kind of the point,” Pavel admitted.
“Oh my god, twin”, the genie replied excitedly, lifting his hand to have a high-five, but the two men looked at it awkwardly. The genie retreated its hand. “Alright, alright, sorry for that. Then it’s settled.”
He clapped his fingers and as he disappeared, the two fictional characters appeared in the room. They all looked at each other, Pavel being way too excited for the awkwardness of it all. “What the fuck is going on?” Babe asked all of a sudden, already getting angry.
“Why do you have my face?” Singha inquired next.
“Oh my god, this is going to be so much fun,” Pavel replied, clearly not caring about what his characters had just said.
Pooh figured he should explain the situation first. “Uh, hello.”
“Charlie?” Babe called with wide eyes.
“Not really,” Pooh admitted, making a sorry face.
“What do you mean not really? What’s going on? Who are you? What did you do to Charlie?”
“I… played him.”
“What do you mean played him? Did you trick him? If you touched a single hair on his head I swear to God I will break your neck.”
“He’s an actor, you dumbass,” Pavel chimed in, annoyed Babe was attacking his boyfriend. “He means he played the character Charlie.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? And who are you?”
“I’m the one who played you, duh.”
“Alright, this doesn’t make any sense,” Singha interrupted them. “Where are we, why are we here and who are you?”
Pooh sighed. “Alright, so… We’re actors. The both of us. And we played two characters each in two different shows. I played Charlie and Thup, Pavel played Babe and Singha. You. For us, you’re fictional. Recently we found a… A genie’s lamp, and believe it or not, but there was a genie in it, and we wished for the two of you to come to life in our world.”
“Why the fuck would you do that?” Singha frowned.
“Well…” Pooh turned towards his partner in panic.
“Because we want to fuck you,” Pavel answered honestly.
“Excuse me?”
“Okay, hear me out,” Pavel started explaining, and it didn’t sound right. “You both have your boyfriend who looks exactly like Pooh, right? Babe, you have Charlie, and Singha, you have Thup. You know how good the sex is. And we played your sex scenes, and we’re hot. So we thought - well, I thought,” he rectified after seeing Pooh’s glare, “that it would be hot to do like, three of us. Like imagine being able to watch yourself getting fucked. It’s hot.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you,” Singha frowned. “Did you think about whether we wanted it or not?”
“Well, no, you’re fictional, you don’t really exist.” Pavel really needed to learn diplomacy.
“Do we seem fictional to you?” Babe roared, coming closer in a threatening way, and Pavel hid behind his boyfriend.
“We’re sorry, we didn’t think it through,” Pooh placated between them.
“So how do we go back to our universes?” Singha asked as he crossed his arms.
Shit. “Um, the thing is… you… kinda don’t have a choice,” Pooh said weakly. “We need to have sex.”
“And why’s that?”
“It’s the genie’s condition for you to go back.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“No way,” Babe added, clearly pissed. “I’m not fucking you.”
“Technically, he’d be fucking you,” Pavel countered, and Pooh really wanted him to shut up.
“Still no, only Charlie is allowed to be in me.”
“Well, he’s Charlie.”
“No he’s not.”
“You’re right, he’s better than Charlie.”
“Oh my god, will you two shut the fuck up?” Singha sighed. He looked at Pooh. “There really isn’t any other way?”
“I’m afraid there isn’t,” Pooh answered apologetically.
Another sigh. “Fine, then let’s get it over with.” And with that, the inspector started divesting his shirt. Pooh’s eyes widened in shock.
“Wow, you’re even more of a slut than I am,” Babe snickered.
“Look, we’re not coming back until it happens, and I don’t know you, but I want to be back to my boyfriend as soon as possible, so might as well do it fast and be over with it.”
Babe shrugged. “Fair point,” and he started taking his own shirt off as well.
Pooh… panicked. “Give me a minute,” he said as he flushed red and retreated hastily to the bathroom. He felt panic rising in his chest and clang to the sink to anchor himself, but it didn’t do much until he felt familiar hands wrapping around his middle and bringing him to look at him.
“Hey, look at me,” Pavel whispered, softly stroking his sides. “You’re gonna be okay.”
“This was the worst idea ever. Why did we do it?”
“Because it’s hot, and it’s going to be. Trust me.”
“I can’t do it.”
“You can, you’re the best man on this planet, you’ll do it.”
Pooh looked down at himself. “I’m not even hard, how am I supposed to fuck three people?”
Pavel smirked wickedly. “Well, I can help you with that,” and in the next second, he was on his knees taking Pooh’s zipper down.
The younger man gasped, and he wanted to say something, but his brain fried at the second he felt Pavel’s tongue plastered against his cock. It was far from the first time Pavel gave him a blowjob, but it always felt brand new somehow, as if Pooh’s body would never get used to how good Pavel felt. And Pooh knew his boyfriend loved it just as much.
Pavel settled into a nice rhythm, doing every trick he knew to bring him there, to the point where Pooh forgot all about their current situation and gently grabbed his hair. He started slowly thrusting in and out, never forcing his partner, until he was brought to the edge, and the moment he warned Pavel, the latter pulled out all of a sudden and wrapped the tightest hand around the base of his cock. Pooh groaned out of frustration. “Come on,” he whined.
“Not yet,” Pavel smirked as he looked up to him. “Have you forgotten what we’re here for?”
Yes, yes he had. Pooh sighed, looking down at himself. How was he supposed to fuck three people now? He definitely wouldn’t last. “I’m gonna need the cock ring.”
Pavel smiled devilly as he pulled out the rubber band from his pocket. “Can I?”
Pooh nodded, watching his boyfriend put it on him before he stood up to his level. Pavel kissed him all slow and passionate, his hands taking out their shirts. Once they were both completely naked, the older man separated them. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t really have a choice.”
“I’ll be right there with you. All the time. I’m not leaving you.”
Pooh smiled as he kissed him fiercely. “You’ll be my winning prize at the end.” Pavel grinned back, pushing him towards the door.
Pooh was still giggling when he stumbled into the bedroom and found two replicas of his boyfriend completely naked, Singha laying on his their bed while Babe was standing in front of it, arms crossed. Laughter died, and an awkward ogling silence stretched between them. “He didn’t want to come on the bed,” Singha broke the quiet with a feeble voice, blushing away.
Babe huffed, a small smirk blooming on his lips. “First off, I’m not going to lay naked next to my doppelganger, thank you very much. Secondly, the less me and Charlie fuck on a bed, the better.” His eyes pierced through Pooh. “If you’re supposed to be Charlie, that mustn’t surprise you. Although I doubt you’re as good as my puppy.”
Pooh stared back intensely. He remembered when they filmed Pitbabe, when Pavel used to giggle whenever he would manhandle him around. Truth was, Babe was a brat because Pavel was too. The confirmed actor slid a hand around Pooh’s torso from behind. “Teach him a lesson,” he muttered in a low voice, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. Babe huffed, watching Pooh defiantly.
The younger man wanted to wipe his smirk off his face.
He walked over to Babe, staring at him like a predator, and the driver uncrossed his arms, cocking his head in curiosity. Pooh forgot all about the other two people in the room; his mind only screamed “fuck him to oblivion.” He pushed Babe harshly until his back hit the wall, and the racer’s eyes widened in shock, but before he could react, Pooh plunged on his neck, kissing and licking there as if his body automatically remembered all these scenes. Babe chuckled as he wrapped a hand around his head, his other hand roaming on his back. Pooh caressed his body firmly, his mouth kissing around until it found one nipple he sucked hard on, and as he kept applying pressure on it, he presented two fingers to Babe’s mouth. “Not even a kiss first?” the driver laughed.
Pooh pulled out from his chest. “Only Charlie is allowed to kiss you. Now stop being a brat and make them wet.”
“Make me.”
Pooh straightened up, glaring at him. Is that how it was going to be? The actor gripped Babe’s face harshly, pushing it against the wall and forcing his fingers in until the racer finally gave in. “Charlie mustn’t have fucked you hard enough for you to still be such a brat,” Pooh muttered darkly, and he noticed the faint moan Babe let out at that. He waited until his fingers were sufficiently soaked before taking them out and guiding them downwards. “Open your legs,” he ordered, tapping one of them with his foot. He barely heard the “fuck that’s hot” from Pavel behind him - or was it Singha. Babe obeyed, and Pooh pushed one finger inside him without further ceremony, still gripping his face with his other hand.
Babe moaned as he got fingered restlessly, watching Pooh with glistening eyes and a wide smile. “Okay, maybe you’re hot.”
“He’s still mine,” Pavel reminded him from a corner of the room, probably jerking off at the scene.
“Fuck you, you allowed him to fuck me so right now he’s mine,” Babe replied to provoke him. He looked back at Pooh who had added a second finger. “Although Charlie still fucks me better.”
Pooh stopped for one second, glaring at him before he pulled out his digits and replaced them with his cock. He lifted one of the racer’s legs, and the latter just jumped and wrapped both around him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders for leverage as Pooh slammed him into the wall and started thrusting into him. “Are you strong enough to fuck me like that?” Babe whispered with a grin.
“He’s strong enough,” Pavel answered him from behind. “One time he fucked me -”
“Shut the fuck up, the both of you,” Pooh commanded through gritted teeth, getting annoyed.
Their banter got replaced by moans and huffs, Babe’s hand stuffing in Pooh’s hair as the young actor mouthed at his neck, his hips snapping inside him. It was weird how Babe’s smell was different from Pavel’s even though they had the exact same body. It reminded Pooh how they were truly two different people, and Pooh only truly wanted one of them. He would make Babe come then Singha and come back to his one and only.
“You should come with us one day,” Babe whispered hotly in his ear, “Charlie would show you a whole new world.”
Pooh bit his collarbone harshly as he put one firm hand on his mouth. “I said shut the fuck up.” His hips snapped hard, and Babe’s huff and moan got muffled by his hand. “You’re such a nasty brat, you’ll come just like this. No hand needed. I know for a fact you can.” Babe’s wet breath dampened his palm, but he kept his pace up, giving it his all until the racer cried behind his hand, cum spilling all over the both of them. As soon as he was spent, Pooh pulled out, letting Babe down on the ground.
“Alright, you’re not so bad,” the driver admitted as his breathing calmed down. His legs wobbled and he let himself fall down on the floor, sitting against the wall.
Pooh spared him one last glance before turning back. He discovered Singha hard and red all over, watching the scene with hazy eyes and an open, panting mouth. Had he… jerked off watching them? As soon as he saw Pooh looking at him, the inspector turned around, flushing even redder as he presented his ass. “Let’s get it over with,” he mumbled in the sheets.
Pooh walked over to the bed, kneeling behind the older man, and as he rubbed one finger over his hole, he discovered it was already wet and open. “No need,” Singha blushed even harder.
If it had been Pavel, Pooh would have made a joke about being eager, but it sounded insensitive right now. So he didn’t say anything, only aligned himself and pushed inside in one go. Singha did his best to silence his moan, but Pooh heard it all the same. It was as if the inspector didn’t want him to hear it was good. It was strange, but Pooh didn’t dwell on it. He would do what he needed to and come back to his real lover.
He started thrusting at a much slower pace than with Babe, wanting to be gentler with Singha for some reason. Without seeing his face, it felt much more like fucking Pavel, but something inside his body still felt like it wasn’t the same. The room fell silent except from the muffled moans of Singha beneath him. “He’s good, right?” Babe asked jokingly from behind them, probably watching the scene.
“Shut up,” Singha mumbled back. “I didn’t say anything while it was your turn.”
“Yeah, you were too busy jerking off to us.”
“Oh my god, you’re insufferable,” Pooh heard Pavel say.
“You can fuck him harder,” the racer told Pooh, ignoring the reprimands. “If his boyfriend is anything like Charlie or you -”
“Shut the fuck up,” Pooh told him harshly, getting very irritated by the whole thing.
“He’s right, go harder,” Singha retorted. “It’ll be over faster that way.”
Pooh inhaled deeply before thrusting harder and faster, wrapping a hand around the inspector’s dick so he would come quicker. The room fell silent again, and Pooh definitely felt the two pairs of eyes on them which only made him uncomfortable, but he pushed it aside and focused on the task at hand. Singha let out the sweetest mewls, still trying to hush them, and it was all going well until he muttered a low “make me pregnant.”
Pooh stopped, Pavel stopped – jerking off –, everything stopped. Singha blushed even deeper, and then Babe burst out laughing. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you said that.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Singha mumbled, flushing even redder.
“No no, I get it. You wouldn’t believe how many times Charlie and I tried.”
“Just forget it, keep fucking me.”
Pooh watched him for a few seconds before getting his rhythm back. He started stroking Singha’s dick faster with it and hunched over, plastering his front with the inspector’s back until he could whisper into his ear. “Ask Thup when you’ll get back, I’m sure he’ll find a way.” Singha let out the loudest moan ever and he spilled all over the sheets underneath him, arching back into Pooh.
The young actor took a moment as the cock ring hung on for dear life, Pooh wanting to burst right there and then. As soon as he pulled out, Singha stood up from the bed, took his clothes and ran off inside the bathroom under Babe’s laughs. Pooh fell on his back on the bed, completely exhausted, and he looked over at his boyfriend who was cutting off his own orgasm apparently. “I don’t know if I can -”
“Shut up”, Pavel cut him off as he stood up and came to straddle him on the bed. Pooh’s hands immediately gripped his waist as Pavel took out the ring before pushing down on his cock, splitting himself open. “I’ll do it for you.”
“I know that line,” Babe snickered in the background.
“Can’t he just shut up,” Pooh mumbled as he closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of his real lover around him.
“Were they good?” Pavel asked as he started going up and down, his hips doing small circles.
Pooh opened his eyes and stared up at him. “They’re nothing compared to you.”
“Right, keep telling yourself that,” Babe sneered.
Pavel put both his hands on Pooh’s ears, dampening all the sounds around. He lowered himself until he could kiss him slowly. “I’m the only one.”
“You’re the only one,” Pooh repeated as he closed his eyes again, losing himself in his boyfriend. He was glad for Pavel’s hands on his ears as it effectively cut out all exterior sounds. He could only feel Pavel everywhere around him, on him, his hands, his ass, his kisses, there was only Pavel left, and that’s the only thing he wanted in the world. He wrapped his arms around the older man and let him ride him hard, their mouths devouring each other through it. They both didn’t last long and came together, holding each other through it. Pooh stuffed his head in Pavel’s neck, breathing his skin in. They stayed like that until they both calmed down, but Pooh didn’t want to leave him. He kept himself wrapped around Pavel for as long as he could. After a minute or two of silence, Pooh dared to ask, “are they still here?”
Pavel looked around the room. “They seem to have disappeared.”
Pooh unclenched around him, and he hadn’t realized how tense he had been until then. “Thank god.”
“How was it?” Pavel questioned him, coming back to look at him lovingly.
“It was… alright. But I meant it. I only want you.”
Pavel smiled as he kissed him passionately. “You were so hot. You’re the best.” He laid down on his chest, not caring if Pooh was softening inside him and they were both sweaty and gross. Pooh idly stroked his back as his eyes shut close again out of exhaustion. “I know what we should ask for our third wish,” Pavel eventually broke the silence.
“Hmm? What’s that?”
“We should ask for the three of you now.”
Pooh opened his eyes to stare at his boyfriend who was grinning like a mischievous kid.
This man would be the death of him.