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Magical Thinking: Less Than Zero Fic

Author: Bitterfig
Title: Magical Thinking
Fandom: Less Than Zero
Pairing: Blair/Julian/Clay
Summary: Blair was a Hollywood princess, she believed in Hollywood magic. Special effects. Happy endings…
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 654
Rating: R
Contains: Threesome, impotency, references to drug use and prostitution.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.

Magical Thinking

Blair was a Hollywood princess, she believed in Hollywood magic. Special effects. Happy endings. She believed that Julian would be okay now that Clay was back, and because she wanted it with her whole heart and being.

Julian was sick all that night. Blair and Clay took care of him. Finally all three of them had fallen asleep, Julian fitful, sweating, stripped down to his black briefs, Clay and Blair fully clothed, exhausted, wrapped up in each other as lovers are.

Before dawn, Blair opened her eyes. On the other side of the bed Julian was already awake, propped up on an elbow watching her and Clay sleep. There was something wistful in his expression, wistful and lost. She thought he looked lonely, lonelier than anyone she had ever seen.

“Don’t mind me,” he said and she thought she would cry. She reached out, opened her arms to him. He came to her, snuggled against her. After all it hadn’t been so long since the two of them were lovers.

Julian had stopped sleeping with Blair not long after Clay had discovered them over Thanksgiving. He didn’t say why but Blair knew that this was about the time Rip had started asking Julian for favors, introducing him to strangers in hotel rooms, inviting him to private parties. Gossip ran rampant and Blair heard things she would rather not hear. She knew the ugly truths that Julian was trying to protect her from.

She kissed him. That was the only thing she knew how to do. Blair was a model. Being beautiful, being desirable was her only skill, her only virtue. She believed in the power of her beauty and desirability. She kissed Julian with all her will and strength of character.

He tasted of vomit, his mouth was cold. His whole body was cold, though clammy with sweat. She slid off his briefs, cradling his penis in her warm hand. He moaned at her touch but remained flaccid. The state he was in, Julian couldn’t have had a hard on to save his life.

For a moment, panic gripped Blair. She had honestly believed she could fuck him better but that wasn’t an option.

Then Clay stirred beside her and she knew that everything would be alright, if only Clay would stay. When Clay had caught her in bed with Julian over Thanksgiving he’d been angry and hurt but now she believed he would understand, understand what she was trying to do, understand the spell she was trying to work, accept the fact that she had her hand around Julian’s cock and her tongue down his throat.

Clay’s eyes opened, first groggily, then wide. Wide and shocked and frightened. His arms were still around Blair but he could see that she was caressing Julian, kissing Julian. Please, Blair prayed to whatever power it was she prayed to, please let him stay. Please let him understand.

Clay buried his face in Blair’s hair even as he reached across her to squeeze Julian’s shoulder. He understood, he accepted, he joined in. Blair breathed, she smiled, she believed. Everything was going to be okay.

Clay and Julian kissed each other. There was a familiarity to it that made Blair think it wasn’t the first time but that didn’t matter. Julian was naked in their arms, her arms and Clay’s. They could save him.

Julian unbuttoned Clay’s pants, started sucking his cock as Clay kissed Blair, one hand on her cheek, one hand on Julian’s hair. Then it was Julian who was kissing her, Clay inside her, fucking her, all of them tangled up, on top of and around each other. Clay came inside her and when he pulled out his come and Blair’s come splattered over Julian, smeared over his stomach, his flaccid cock, his cold, used up body.

Blair had to believe that there was magic in it, that somehow it would keep him with them.


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 17th, 2010 01:51 am (UTC)
Just amazing.... SRSLY.

Good work.:)
Jul. 17th, 2010 03:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, I'm really pleased to know you liked it.
Jul. 17th, 2010 01:57 am (UTC)
SADNESS. But also hot. Your style is so minimalist and it works. Having said that, I would have loved it to have been longer. XD

Mmm, these three were just made for threesome fic, weren't they??
Jul. 17th, 2010 03:31 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for reading and commenting.

My initial reaction to any love triangle is "have a threesome already" but Blair, Julian and Clay do seem especially ripe for that dynamic, especially when you take into account the bisexuality of book!Clay.
Sep. 21st, 2010 09:15 pm (UTC)
I love your take on their dynamic. A great fic and so very sad considering the ending of the movie.
Oct. 4th, 2010 04:08 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much. I feel like most people underestimated Blair. I know I did before I read Imperial Bedrooms.
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