This is the last fight scene that Spike’ll ever do with Lindsey and they both want it to be good. It isn’t long; a series of simple choreographed movements that he could normally do in his sleep. So why the fuck are rehearsals for it going like a bitch? James thinks he knows the answer to that question.
Rolling, throwing, slamming.
Fuck, this is shit. James stops for a moment, turning away and panting from
exertion. His cheeks are flushed and he knows it isn’t just from the effort
he’s putting in.
“You okay?” he asks, his eyes making contact with Christian once again. The guy has this unnerving way of holding onto a look so tightly it’s impossible to let go.
“Harder. I can take more.”
“Bet you can.” James buries his bitter laugh into Christian’s chest then turns his body the wrong way. Both men tumble into yet another heap on the floor.
“Jesus Christ,” screams the stunt co-ordinator “Rehearse it. Get it right.” He storms off leaving them alone in the rehearsal room.
“Better do as we’re told,” growls Chris, his moonshine voice spilling over James like sex in a corn field on a summer night.
Rolling, throwing, slamming, grinding.
“Why the hell are we not getting it?” pants James, running his fingers
through sweaty blond hair.
“I’m getting something.” Christian presses his thigh up into erect flesh and smiles.
“Fuck you.”
James laughs: he’s half-angry, half-joking, fully turned on. “Let’s go again. I’m gonna try it without this fucking coat on.”
“Try it with just the coat on.” Christian raises his eyebrows which raises the temperature that little bit more.
James sheds his second skin and leaves it draped over a chair. He hates that coat so much now he has nightmares about it. He thinks he’ll be glad when it’s all over in a couple of weeks, but first he has to get through today and the thought of rehearsing this fight makes him feel sick to his stomach. He can’t take much more of those greedy looks and the idea of another hour of up close and personal contact with Christian makes his blood slip southward and his knees begin to tremble. Not here. Not now.
Rolling, throwing, slamming, grinding, thrusting.
Losing concentration James twists his back as he falls badly. He winces when
Christian lands on top of him. It isn’t from pain.
“You okay?”
The concern is even harder to deal with than the out and out flirtatiousness and James nods, trying to pull on a mask of indifference.
“Harder, I can take more.” The false banter sounds stilted to James’s ears but he grins anyway keeping the barriers in place and feels some satisfaction when Christian eases his body back slightly. Too late. He’s already felt the twitch against his thigh.
“Could you get any harder?” the younger man asks through lazy hooded eyes.
Could you? James doesn’t need to say the words, his smile speaks much louder as he concedes.
He thinks they’ve been dancing around this moment for weeks. He thinks they’ve been flirting and teasing, fucking each other with dirty words and lewd glances. He doesn’t know the man well enough to be sure though so he’s been careful to keep it all well away from work. The job is near as fuck finished, but that doesn’t mean he wants his rep shot to pieces just because he’s been dumb enough to play the fool and make an unwanted pass at Christian.
James shakes his head trying to clear the mist from his mind and focuses his jumbled thoughts. “Gotta get this right, man. We gotta be ready to shoot tomorrow or we’ll hold everyone up.”
“I’m about ready to shoot now.”
“Shut the fuck up.” James hooks a thumb into the waistband of jeans and splays his fingers over his cock. “Let’s walk through it slowly, get the moves down.”
“Slow is good, fast is good too.”
James ignores him. “Spin, kick, roll…”
“Suck, fuck, come.”
The laughing eyes are too much. “Can’t do it. Not with you like this.”
He turns and walks away, needing a cigarette, needing some air, burning up with all kinds of need.
Christian catches up to him and grabs his arm. “Not with me like what, man?”
James rubs his temples, “Getting me riled, worked up. I need to get out of here.”
“No.”
“Fuck you.”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck. You.”
James sees the room through a blanket of red. He often sees red. He knows he’s a temperamental fucker and he tries to control it. Keep to the method. Be cold as ice. Problem is he’s not feeling the chill right now. Instead he’s feverish hot, with emotion spilling out everywhere and all he can think about is that rough whiskey mash voice which goads him into anger and other, much more dangerous, places.
He turns to face Christian and moves the fight up a notch. Each kick has a little more bite to it. The over rehearsed pushes and punches dissolve into a schoolboy brawl and soon they’re all over each other, rolling around and battling for supremacy.
Rolling, kicking, punching, grinding, thrusting, groping.
Their hands slide slick against sweaty skin and it’s still vicious and
dirty but now there are wet, hungry, desperate, angry, nicotine-laced, stubble-burning
kisses thrown into the mix.
“Not here,” groans James into Christian’s mouth, but his fingers speak different words as they flick open the buttons of the shirt.
“Not here,” agrees Christian, but his hand slips down the back of those tight black jeans and he squeezes James’s arse, pinching the skin, marking it with crescent shaped welts.
Their mouths move close again and they bite, gnaw at each other, tongues fucking harshly as they scratch and grind, anything to get nearer, to feel skin on skin, to get off.
“Fuck you,” begs Christian in between sucking wet bruises onto James’s neck.
“Fuck me,” begs James as he curves into Christian’s body and grabs hold of his hand, pushing it hard against his aching cock. He cries out in frustration as the fingers dance over his groin, teasing him to a new level of insanity. Unbuckling the other man’s belt and catching his bitten down nails in the zipper of the fly, he hooks out the heavy cock from the confines of the boxers and holds it loosely, hot and wet in his hand. Now it’s Christian’s turn to pant and whine a deep breathy moan of unsatisfaction.
“Fucking do something then.”
James pulls back and looks Christian straight in the eye as he eases his fist up and down the shaft, flicking his thumb over the dribbling head every once in a while. There they are, lying in a tangled mess of limbs with a hundred plus people nearby and he’s just about desperate enough to kneel up, pull his pants down and plead for a fuck. Christian’s bucking into him now, whimpering enough to make him come in his jeans, and he wants that cock inside him before it’s all too late and the moment’s gone and he’s lying here in sperm damp clothes with embarrassment written all over him.
“Have you…?” He asks the age old question.
Christian lifts up slightly and grabs his wallet out of a back pocket. He searches through the sea of cards and bills, still thrusting up into James’s fist, and finally pulls out a foil wrapper. James can see Christian’s fingers trembling as he throws the wallet to one side and he’s relieved to know he’s not the only one who’s desperate for this -- not the only one who's scared.
By the time Christian has ripped open the condom and slipped it over his erection, James is on his knees, fingers sliding, hips juddering slightly as he pulls himself firmly. He needs that cock in him so much he’s fucking whining for it.
Christian eases two spit slick fingers inside and opens him up, grazing the sweet nub of nerves with his nails.
“Now,” groans James, pressing back against the man. He can’t wait. He hasn’t done this for a while and he knows it’s going to hurt bad without lube and prep, but he really doesn’t fucking care. Christian dribbles a pool of saliva into his palm and wets them both up as best he can before dipping his body and forcing his way in.
It’s so natural, like they’ve been having sex forever and James is flying high on the pain -- higher than he’s ever had been on any drug. Christian reaches around, working him with a clenched fist, scratching fingernails over his back until he’s on the point of screaming out. He is screaming out. It’s raw and powerful and he’s coiling and filling with potential energy, arcing with electricity, ready to explode.
Slamming, thrusting, grinding, throbbing, aching, riding, groaning,
dripping, fucking.
“What the fuck?” David stands in the doorway, hands in his pockets
watching the action.
No, fuck no. Not him. Anyone but him. James wants to vomit and he probably would if he wasn’t so near to the point of climax that he can taste it.
Christian brushes sweat damp hair away from his face and grunts slightly as he fucks James with slow rolls of his hips.
James watches warily as David approaches them, one hand rubbing at his crotch suggestively. “Want something to keep that pretty mouth busy?”
Pretty mouth? Fuck, his mouth must be hanging open in shock… or is it fear? Words. What the fuck are they? He can’t think of a syllable let alone a sentence. David doesn’t wait for an answer, just unbuttons his pants and kneels, letting his cock bob free. James darts his tongue out to lap up the trickle of pre-ejaculate and watches as David pulls his jeans down and slowly eases forward, allowing the head to slide between James’s lips.
As he takes that cock into his mouth, he closes his eyes. Every slam of Christian’s hips drives him further and further onto the shaft until it’s lodged way down deep in his throat. The hairs tickle his nose as he breathes in the warm masculine scent and he sucks as hard as he can, pulling back slightly and rolling his tongue over the silken soft surface.
Slamming, thrusting, giving, taking, fucking, sucking.
In another time, in a different place it would be fucking heaven to be sandwiched
between these two men but James wants this over. He doesn’t want to be
on show, filled with dick and moaning for more like a bitch in heat, so he squeezes
every muscle in his body, working the pace up, canting his hips into Christian
and breathing heavily. The subtle encouragement works; both men pound into him
until he’s raw and aching and it feels so freaking good.
Thrusting, giving, taking, fucking, licking, stroking, coming.
James knows what these two men are feeling; he can sense the mutual grins of
pleasure and he enjoys it. He feels the spasm of Christian’s ejaculation
and almost screams in anger as the younger man immediately pulls out of him
and he’s left with that empty feeling, but then his annoyance gave way
to something far more pleasurable as Christian snakes his way underneath him
and tugs at his cock with both hands. He sucks harder, massaging David’s
balls and perineum then groans as his semen splashes out over Christian’s
face. He swallows mouthfuls of sperm and licks David clean.
Tugging, panting, swallowing, licking, cleaning, smiling.
It’s an embarrassed scurry of activity afterwards as pants are pulled
up, belts are buckled and the condom is disposed of.
James is left bemused. He’s fucked these guys now and wonders if that’s it. Are they going back to being not-quite-friends just like they were before? He showers and changes his stained clothes and when he wanders aimlessly out of his trailer they’re lying in wait.
Christian’s truck is perfect, nice and private with dark tinted windows. James looks at them looking at him and he smiles uncertainly.
“Looks like you’re the designated driver, Chris.” David laughs at the expression on the younger man’s face. “I know how you hate anyone taking over your baby.”
“Where we going?” asks Christian.
James is still feeling in that not-quite-there place and waits for the reply. He feels like he’s not been told the secret.
“Don’t care, just drive,” says David, climbing into the car and pulling James up beside him. As soon as the door slams shut James finds himself crushed between a firm body and soft leather upholstery. He has David’s tongue in his mouth and he’s being explored in a very good way. He’s in on the secret now.
“Can’t you two wait ‘til we’re out of here.” Christian looks disgruntled and rolls his head in a slow circle ‘til the bones crick and release some of his tension. He twists the key in the ignition and heads out through security, trying not to watch as James kicks his jeans and Nikes off, and David lowers his pants.
James wants Christian to feel part of this and he’s relieved when the guy grins and opens his fly. He’s happier now and straddles David, his fingers massaging sore neck muscles. They kiss hot and wet, making languid slick sounds and James knows it’s driving Christian crazy. He feels the truck swerve slightly and glances over to his left, getting held in one of those eye locks for a long moment. Then David licks at his lips and Christian grins once again and the promise of 'more' grows stronger.
David fumbles in his pocket for lube and condoms and slicks up his fingers. James lifts up enough to let the big man reach beneath him and stretch him ready. His head is squashed at an awkward angle against the roof of the car, but he doesn’t care because this is gonna be worth it. He’s wanted to fuck Boreanaz for so long, but always figured him for the archetypal straight guy. Now that the man is trembling beneath him, his erection dribbling away against his own, James knows he has the power to do whatever the hell he likes. And he likes being a slut. He pushes down, working David’s hand deep inside him and rips open the foil wrapper with his teeth.
David pants as the rubber slides over his shaft and grabs James by the hips, lifting and lowering him onto his cock in one fluid movement. James winces with pain--he’s still sore from earlier--and he sees the sympathy in those brown eyes and allows himself to be held tightly for a moment, protected from the jarring motion of the truck.
“Ready?” David asked softly, still holding James tight against him to keep him from being impaled too soon.
James nods and sinks down onto that thick cock, burying his face into David’s neck and tasting the skin to distract himself from the pain. Shit, he needs to relax. He’s never had anyone so big before and he can feel David throbbing inside him, hot cock thrumming against his prostate. He knows that they’re both gonna come in seconds if he doesn’t loosen up. David grips his hips so hard there’ll be fingerprints tomorrow.
“It’s too good. Gimme a minute.”
“Okay.” James sits up straight, wriggles around and reaches over into his jeans pocket. He unwraps a lollipop, grins and flicks his tongue over the tip enjoying the look of fascination he’s getting.
“Not helping me,” warns David.
James offers him the candy, curling his tongue with pleasure as David sucks the round cola flavoured lolly into his mouth, fellating it as if it were something entirely different.
“Guys, please,” begs Christian, fucking himself with his fist in slow sweeping movements.
James grins again, pulling the lollipop away and rubbing it over the tip of Christian’s cock until it’s coated with clear fluid. He holds it temptingly near David’s lips then pops it into his own mouth at the last second.
“Tease.” David laughs and released his hold on James’s hips, slipping his fingers under the navy tee-shirt and pinching both nipples hard. It’s good enough to make James writhe slowly up and down and he reaches for one of David’s wrists and pulls the hand down to his cock, showing him just how he likes it. He waits for the guy to get the rhythm and then starts to fuck him for serious.
“Take your shirt off. I want to see you.” David’s eyes have gone from brown to a bottomless black pit of lust.
It’s a turn on for sure but James is hesitant. Rational thought tells him he really shouldn’t be butt naked, fucking his co star while Christian drives them through the outskirts of L.A. But rational is boring and he doesn’t want to play that game so he skins off the tee and rides him with one hand on a shoulder, the other holding the lollipop, occasionally wiping it over his leaking slit and giving David a taste.
The slow slow build up has driven them both to that point where smiles and words are no longer wanted; they just need to fuck. James leans in and brushes his cola flavoured tongue over David’s lips and they kiss, too gently at first to be easy, but then it becomes hungry and messy and fits right in with the dirtyness of the situation.
The car has stopped; they’re parked up by the beach. James looks over at Christian who is now reclined back, pants at mid-thigh, pulling himself with slow easy strokes as he watches them fuck. James wants to make the show something to remember. Arching his back he rides David fast, positioning himself so that the swollen shaft punches his sweet spot each time he sinks down. He’s panting now, can feel the sweat trickling down his back, can hear his heart racing, doesn’t care about anything except getting off.
David’s reaching for his mouth, breath hot against his lips, muttering words about coming and fucking and soft little names that don’t seem out of place even though they should. As one hand jerks him faster than ever and the other seems to glide over his skin, he can’t keep control any longer and gives in, fucking himself on that cock, groaning out as his body goes into spasm. Everything is blurry; a haze of white light and white come and at the final clench of his muscles he feels David shudder and moan against him.
David looks at him like he wants to kiss him and James can’t decide whether he wants that or not so instead they smile and stare over at Christian who’s dripping with pre-come and panting with need. When the softened cock slips free of his body James laughs and pushes David away, trying to be the one to get his mouth onto Christian. David grabs him and they tussle, banging their heads on the steering wheel, legs kicking and entwined in the confined space as they fight over Christian’s erection. Eventually they give in and share, mouthing and nipping at his cock and each other until his come spills out hot and wet between their faces.
Licking, sucking, kissing, laughing.
James knows that the show might well be over, but this sure as fuck isn’t.
DONE