This is fantastically hot. I know some people think that porn is just porn (with characters’ faces pastede on yey), but this story is a perfect example of how wrong they are. Because this is brilliantly characterized. I could feel all of Freddie’s murky, shifting emotions that the last episode uncovered. He’s such an angsty, solipsistic bastard and you captured that, but what’s interesting are the spikes of other emotion – as he deludes himself about what the evening will bring (because yeah, Freddie, after taking coke and making out in the bathroom, I’m sure you’re going back to Effy’s house to… fight o__O), and then slowly realizes he’s been denying his feelings for Cook.
I also loved Cook sounding like a sleazy pornstar (heh! he would!), and the cruel little moment when Effy assumes he wouldn’t want to share her. Spot on.
I think it’s easy in an m/m/f threesome for the girl to almost fade away, or become somewhat irrelevant. But Effy, although not really the focus of the story, is still a real presence. I find it fascinating, the back-and-forth sensation between Freddie and Cook, as they go from competing to working together. And Effy’s at the centre of that: she’s the catalyst that repeatedly tears them apart and she’s the conduit that allows them to accept their feelings for each other and move closer.
Upon second reading (I must say, this story made my work day a lot better ;), I noticed that little moment where Freddie sees a photo of Effy and Tony and loses himself in “the little details of her life”. Because, of course, Freddie doesn’t really know shit about Effy: he’s just projected all of his fantasies onto her. (A point brought home by your repeated use of “the girl of his dreams” as Freddie’s epithet of choice when describing Effy – even at the end, she’s still basically a two-dimensional composite to him.)
Of course, that also sets up the great comparison between how well Freddie doesn’t know Effy and how well he does know Cook. It’s so funny that Freddie is basically scared to be alone with Effy (hee! so true to life!), so he wants Cook to stay, because it’s (weirdly) less nerve-racking to have a threesome. I am insanely in love with the progression of Freddie and Cook’s sexual relationship in this story: Cook holding his hand while Effy gives him a blowjob; then the intensity of their kiss that makes them forget all about Effy; and finally, when Cook starts fucking him (“he feels Cook's body behind him, thick with muscle, damp with sweat, he finds himself leaning back into it, comfortable, trusting” – guh). The story reaches such a beautiful crescendo when the three of them are fucking and Effy finally loses control.
Phew. I hope that wasn’t tl;dr. I am prone to effusions when I enjoy writing and I enjoyed yours a lot. :D
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I also loved Cook sounding like a sleazy pornstar (heh! he would!), and the cruel little moment when Effy assumes he wouldn’t want to share her. Spot on.
I think it’s easy in an m/m/f threesome for the girl to almost fade away, or become somewhat irrelevant. But Effy, although not really the focus of the story, is still a real presence. I find it fascinating, the back-and-forth sensation between Freddie and Cook, as they go from competing to working together. And Effy’s at the centre of that: she’s the catalyst that repeatedly tears them apart and she’s the conduit that allows them to accept their feelings for each other and move closer.
Upon second reading (I must say, this story made my work day a lot better ;), I noticed that little moment where Freddie sees a photo of Effy and Tony and loses himself in “the little details of her life”. Because, of course, Freddie doesn’t really know shit about Effy: he’s just projected all of his fantasies onto her. (A point brought home by your repeated use of “the girl of his dreams” as Freddie’s epithet of choice when describing Effy – even at the end, she’s still basically a two-dimensional composite to him.)
Of course, that also sets up the great comparison between how well Freddie doesn’t know Effy and how well he does know Cook. It’s so funny that Freddie is basically scared to be alone with Effy (hee! so true to life!), so he wants Cook to stay, because it’s (weirdly) less nerve-racking to have a threesome. I am insanely in love with the progression of Freddie and Cook’s sexual relationship in this story: Cook holding his hand while Effy gives him a blowjob; then the intensity of their kiss that makes them forget all about Effy; and finally, when Cook starts fucking him (“he feels Cook's body behind him, thick with muscle, damp with sweat, he finds himself leaning back into it, comfortable, trusting” – guh). The story reaches such a beautiful crescendo when the three of them are fucking and Effy finally loses control.
Phew. I hope that wasn’t tl;dr. I am prone to effusions when I enjoy writing and I enjoyed yours a lot. :D