god money I’ll do anything for you
god money just tell me what you want me to
god money nail me up against the wall
god money don't want everything he wants it all
Adam’s beginning to hate doing the fight scenes, which isn’t like him at all, but since that time he hurt Amy by mistake and Joss gave him a verbal smack down, he’s been uncomfortable with the whole thing. Everyone’s smaller. Everyone gets hurt. If he gives too much then a guy his size can cause some serious damage, too little and the scene looks shit, so he’s come to this decision to leave everything up to the other actor. And it’s been working so far.
The fight scene in the last episode is brutal and long and he’s out and out dreading it. Boreanaz has been on his case since he and James started fucking. Course they ain’t subtle because James won’t let ‘em be and even though Adam likes to think of himself as the archetypal top, he’s got an itchy feeling that he’s being led around by a ring through his nose like a prize bull. He might be able to see through it, but his cock sure as hell can’t. One hint of James dropping down to his knees is enough to have him hard and wanting. And worst of all, compliant.
Like now, for example, when they’re hiding out at the back of the Angel’s office set, both of them costumed up ready for action. Adam’s resting his butt on the edge of a spare desk, playing with his tie pin while James crouches down in front of him, black leather coat billowing out as he bounces slightly in his built up Docs, darkening the straining front of Adam’s pale grey suit pants with slow swipes of his tongue until Adam is near as hell going crazy.
“Suck me off,” he snarls, unzipping and thrusting his cock between James’s lips. The paroxysm of coughing makes him feel guilty-ish, but soon James is throating him with such relish that the bad feelings up and fly away.
“Mr Baldwin.”
Fuck. Adam tries his hardest to ignore the call, but it’s no good. He’s painfully erect, but there’s zero chance of getting off with some little shit trailing all over the lot yelling for him at the top of his squeaky voice.
Withdrawing from temptation Adam zips up, hoping against hope that the jacket will camouflage the state he’s in long enough for his hard-on to subside.
“Sorry,” murmurs James as he stands and leans in, their mouths barely an inch apart and Adam can see by that evil twinkle that the apology sure as fuck isn’t real.
“Make you pay later,” he murmurs, biting at that full lower lip. He thinks about James’s mouth a lot when he’s in the shower or fucking his wife.
“Counting on it,” answers James, heading for the exit.
“Dammit.” Adam pinches the tip of his dick and wills all that blood to leave for safer places. “I’m hard and I’m hot and I’m pissed and now I have to go get the crap beaten out of me by your ex-fuck.”
“Who says he’s my ex?” says James, looking back at him from the doorway with wide eyes and a finely constructed grin.
no you can't take it
no you can't take it
no you can't take that away from me
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “Fuck you,” yells Adam as yet another punch connects with the side of his head.
“Sorry, man,” says Boreanaz with a twisted smile worthy of Machiavelli. “I just want the scene to look as good as possible.”
Adam places David and James next to each other in his head and reckons he may well have been an idiot to get in bed between them.
The next blow to the temple catches him totally unawares and, on reflex, he launches forward and brings Boreanaz down.
“Give me a fucking break,” he snarls, “One more of those and I’m gonna beat the shit out of you right here in front of everyone.”
He’s not expecting the knee to his balls.
“Cut. For christsake cut,” screams Bell, but Adam’s too far gone for that.
Trying his best to ignore the sickening, gut-wrenching, nerve-screaming pain that’s doing its best to cripple him, he gets his hands around Boreanaz’s neck and hooks a leg over the thrashing body, twisting them around until he’s the one on top. Keeping a thumb pressed into the windpipe, he smashes his fist down against the side of Boreanaz’s head.
“I am so fucking glad this is almost over,” growls Bell storming off set, closely followed by his entourage. “Try not to kill each other. At least before this scene is in the can.”
The words drift past Adam like a red mist. All he can think about is pounding Boreanaz into the concrete floor until he never has to see that fucking sneer again. Thinking isn’t good though. Thinking makes him see James on all fours for this bastard. Thinking makes him lose concentration.
With a move worthy of the best CGI effects wizard, Boreanaz whips out from beneath Adam’s heavier, slower body and straddles him.
“Bigger don’t always mean better,” says David through gritted teeth and he’s so close to foaming at the mouth that Adam’s sure he feels this fine shower of spittle spraying over his face.
He’s tempted to make some smartass remark about James thinking differently, but that’s way too Camp Bitch for him. Far more of a Marsters riposte.
Boreanaz is gripping his shoulders and staring down at him with this black-eyed, hate-filled look that doesn’t match up with the victor’s leer he’s wearing and Adam can feel rage eat its way through him. No way is he letting Boreanaz win this territorial pissing contest.
Bucking upwards, he almost succeeds in dislodging the man. Almost isn’t good enough though, 'cause all it achieves is the very obvious grind of cock against cock. Hard cock against hard cock.
Sliding both hands down and bracing himself on Adam’s chest, Boreanaz’s eyes are still full of hate but resemble those of a furious deer caught in the headlights. He drags his body sideways and the ensuing scrape of erections has Adam biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. There are moments he’d give everything up to have girl parts that don’t always insist on being in charge.
David’s teeth are clenched so tight that the heavy pants of breath whistle out through the gaps and Adam can see how hard the man’s trying to get away from this mess, but he can feel how hard it’s gonna be to follow it through.
Eventually, with this sigh of absolute disgust, David pushes downwards and
there’s this snarling groan from both of them that Adam wouldn’t
own up to in a million years. Doesn’t mean he can stop himself from canting
his hips a little to create more pressure.
It’s the first time he’s ever given himself up to this. It’s
not as if he’s bottoming, but it sure as hell feels like it. What are
they fighting over again?
head like a hole
black as your soul
I’d rather die than give you control
If they’re fully dressed then this isn’t happening. If they don’t talk, don’t feel, don’t kiss then it’s nothing more than scratching a hot, swollen itch.
Adam can’t deny that it’s good. He has this urge to use his superior size to flip them over, but then it would all be down to him, wouldn’t it? This way it’s Boreanaz who’s responsible for everything.
Cocks slide together and as his cotton shorts ruck up, the soft fabric twisting itself around his prick, Adam thrashes and bucks, trying to generate enough friction to get off, preferably before there’s any eye contact. They grind harder; their movements perfectly matched throughout this slip and slide dance that has them both clamouring for more. But more means naked and naked is an unquestionable no.
“Pretty,” says an amused Californian drawl from over in the dark toward the black curtaining that’s draped from floor to ceiling. “But it would be prettier still with less clothes.”
Adam knew he could smell the distinctive scent of cigarette smoke earlier.
“And oil.”
Now there’s some serious eye contact between him and Boreanaz. One short but meaningful look later they’re up and diving for Marsters, dragging him out from the darkness where he’s been sitting on the floor hanging onto his knees like an evil fucking kid and watching their performance with a mile wide grin on his face.
“Fuck,” he groans, laughing and coughing as he’s manhandled to the floor, “If you’d’ve put on a better show, you’d never even’ve known I was here.”
bow down before the one you serve
you’re going to get what you deserve
It isn’t until afterwards that Adam likens his and Boreanaz’s behaviour to that of a pack of dogs. They pounce on James, worrying at his clothes and skin, licking away the smugness off that face.
“Less clothes can be arranged,” says Boreanaz smoothly with a vague hint of bestial as he flays away Spike’s leather duster and black tee-shirt leaving Adam with the more fun, less emotional half of James’s body.
He’s happy enough with that. At least he thinks he is as he strips James back to bare skin then shrugs out of his designer clothes, throwing them on the floor as if they’re as ragged as James’s own costume. The Armani may have cost more but it’ll be worth a whole lot less on eBay once the fat lady’s sung.
The kisses that are happening up at the other end confuse him. They may be dirty, noisy and masculine but he and James have never got further than these tentative nips and there’s something about the intimate way Marsters and Boreanaz are biting at each other that makes Adam feel ashamed and want to look away. Maybe he should have stuck to safer waters and stayed at home eating out his wife and making do with fantasy.
Nah. This is better.
Gripping James’s erection with a tightly clenched fist, he pulls hard to get some attention. It works as well as ever and James turns onto his back and slips his hands behind his neck supporting himself with interlocked fingers so he can watch the action.
David slithers out of his clothes also keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the handjob. It never takes long for Adam to get James whining for it. The man’s a total a bitch in heat when it comes to being taken hard.
Pride’s at stake here big time and when David drops down to his knees, condom and lube in hand, there’s more of that hard-as-glass eye contact and now is the time that Adam has to fight to get what he wants. Of course what he really wants is Boreanaz’s ass, but he reckons that’ll only be on the menu after a very long, very fraught round of foreplay which’ll most probably end up with both of them too beaten up to enjoy it. So the choice comes down to Marsters’s ass or that full-of-himself mouth. Either one’ll suit Adam well enough, but in the end he opts for a blow. He wants James’s attention focused on him. Wants him to know he’s in trouble. Fuck, there’s nothing better than seeing that look on James’s face when he gives up control and hands himself over on a plate.
god money's not looking for the cure
god money's not concerned with the sick amongst the pure
god money let's go dancing on the backs of the bruised
god money's not one to choose
Gripping both wrists tight, Adam pulls James up to his knees, ignoring Boreanaz completely. It’s all part of the game.
“Now you’re really gonna pay for this later,” he says, letting the words lick over James’s ear followed by a brush of tongue.
“Counting on it.” James smiles tipping his head slightly to the right then leans forward, stopping just before their mouths make contact as if he’s unsure of himself.
It’s Adam’s job to take the initiative and having seen that earlier kiss, it’s not difficult to make up his mind.
Their lips clash, bruising and greedy, not awkward like Adam thought it would be with a voyeur in the room. Even one he’s intent on ignoring. Sucking in breaths, they fuck tongues together and that mouth is so hot it burns him with fever. It’s all good and brutal until James is ripped away from him with a disgruntled, “I thought we were gonna screw,” and forced down onto all fours by Boreanaz.
If Adam wasn’t so fucking turned on then he’d smash the guy’s face in, but as it is he slides the fingers of his left hand through peroxide blond hair, tugging James’s head back as he rubs the tip of his erection across wet red lips.
“Suck it,” he growls and when James wriggles and whimpers Adam looks up to connect stares with Boreanaz who has his slicked up fingers lodged inside James’s ass.
“Harder,” Adam instructs watching the way the muscles on David’s wrists are working, “He likes it harder.”
David’s eyes blacken with anger, but he does as he’s told, twisting and turning and ramming his hand deeper and deeper until James is panting and muffling his whines around Adam’s cock.
Boreanaz glares as he slides a condom over his erection, but when he slams inside James he can’t keep up with the bitter exchange of eye contact any longer and throws his head back as he squeezes down on James’s hips and fucks him like an animal. There’ll be fingerprints there tomorrow and Adam doesn’t like that idea one bit.
Every stroke delivered drives James further onto Adam’s cock and he pulls back a little so the man doesn’t get hurt. He doesn’t want to end up doing any damage to him, so instead of keeping David in his sights, he concentrates on James, teasing fingers through his hair, stroking his skin, keeping James focused on him.
“Screw him like you mean it,” he says, lifting his eyes to look at Boreanaz. He can feel, just by the tension in every muscle, how close James is to coming and he wants more than anything to ride it out and watch the play. But when the angle changes slightly and the entire length of his erection slides down James’s throat, he instinctively grabs for handfuls of hair and fucks that pretty bitch face hard.
David gets the message and powers into James just the way he needs it and Adam is totally lost, hanging on tight to that fucking amazing edge, but feeling angry and guilty with himself for enjoying it so much.
He comes just before James does, spilling deep inside the coil of throat muscle that’s contracting around him in spasm. James’s orgasm turns into a coughing choking fit but he’s still managing a smile as David keeps a tight hold of him and fills up that condom.
The aftermath is strange. It always is after a threesome, but this is so much more subdued than anything Adam has ever experienced before.
David dresses and sneaks away with a half hearted nod and then there are two which is so much fucking easier than three.
“D’you reckon the pair of you have finally finished marking out your territory?” says James as he buckles his belt and reaches inside his pocket for a pack of smokes.
“Maybe,” says Adam trying not to think about the big fight scene that they still have to film. Hello, square one.
you know who you are
DONE