Because of the recent flurry of deletion by the mods, I have decided to remove all of my explicit stories before they can be deleted. Because several people have faved this story, you can still read Double Dip in it's entirety over on my lj, bat-hawk. livejournal. com [slash] 2314. html If the link breaks again, go to my profile, and my homepage is my lj. The non-explicit beginning portion of the story follows. Thank you for reading, and I'm sorry for any confusion.

Title: Double Dip
Word Count: 3,235
Pairings/Characters: FDR/Lauren/Tuck
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, other than explicit sex.
Summary: FDR convinces Lauren to DP Tuck with him. She doesn't need too much convincing. Basically, this is shameless porn.

This version of the story is incomplete. Please read the author's notes in italics above.

"Lauren, how do you feel about pegging?" FDR asked lazily one night while Tuck was snoring gently between them.

"I, um, well, I've never done it before." Lauren blinked out of the sleepy stupor she had fallen into.

"How would you like to try, then?" FDR settled his head more comfortably on Tuck's chest.

"I'll try anything once." Lauren absently ran her fingers over the arm Tuck had wrapped around her before falling asleep.

"Great," FDR grinned his megawatt grin, "we can get you the equipment tomorrow while Tuck is visiting with Joe."

"Ok. Who did you want me to peg?"

"Tuck." Lauren still didn't understand how FDR could make one syllable sound that predatory.

"And what are you going to do, watch?"

"Of course not," FDR grinned, "I'm going to fuck him too."

"At the same time?" Lauren said dubiously. "How big of a dildo are you thinking I'm using?"

"One the size of my dick."

"I think you're over ambitious," Lauren arched an eyebrow and stroked Tuck's thigh. Tuck twitched in his sleep and buried his face in Lauren's hair, tightening his hold on both of his lovers before settling again.

"Don't worry," FDR said when Tuck had stilled, "he can take it. You wait and see." FDR leaned over Tuck to drop a kiss to Lauren's lips. "Goodnight, Lauren."

"'Night, FDR." Lauren curled into Tuck's side and dropped off.

FDR bundled Tuck out of the house after breakfast with a kiss on the mouth and a pat on the ass. "Tell Joe hi from us!" FDR called as he closed the door.

"Ok?" Tuck sounded bemused on the other side of the door.

"Alright," FDR said excitedly after Tuck had gone, "we need to measure my dick before we leave." He began digging through the kitchen drawers for a tape-measure.

"Wait, what?" Lauren's eyebrows shot up her forehead. "Why exactly do we need to do that?"

"So that we can get you a properly sized cock, of course."

"I really don't know what to say to you right now. The frightening part is that I am only surprised that you haven't done this before." Lauren took the tape-measure FDR held out to her and reached to pull his cock out of his pants.

"Not right now, I've got to be hard first! Come to bed!" FDR ran off towards the bedroom, shedding what clothing he had bothered to put on that morning. Lauren rolled her eyes and followed.

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