It had seemed like a great idea at the time: throw a party, fling open the doors and welcome everyone to the reunion, a year to the day since the WB had cut Angel’s throat.
The problem was that none of them had ever really been exactly what you would call friends and so the evening started off awkwardly and got progressively worse. Most of the cast of both shows turned up -- even Sarah and Freddie were there, which was a surprise to say the least. Tony Head was his usual friendly self, trying to keep the conversation going and making people laugh. Joss and his wife ducked out after half an hour of torture and no one could blame them -- it was a clever manoeuvre getting the babysitter to call up like that. After that, food was eaten, too much drink was swallowed in an effort to be gregarious and inevitably the usual suspects began to argue.
“So, Marsters, finally quit posing around with your baby boy band then?” David’s speech was fine, but the glassy shine in his eyes indicated he’d had way too much alcohol.
Christian looked up from the couch, where he was sprawled all over his girlfriend with his hand down his boyfriend’s pants. He grinned then returned to some serious three-way tongue fucking. This would have made a great scoop for the newspapers, but everyone on the inside knew that Christian liked just about anything sex-wise. The more was definitely the merrier as far as he was concerned.
James poured another glass full of bourbon and squared up to David. “Yeah, but I don’t see what the fuck it has to do with you. Oh, wait, yeah I do, it’s 'cause you have all this time on your hands with all the work you’re not getting.”
“Fuck you. At least I’ve had acting jobs. I haven’t seen your face anywhere. Oh, except on the cover of Boring Movies magazine talking about Hamlet.”
“MacBeth, you fuckwit.”
“I thought you weren’t supposed to call it by its name. Isn’t it ‘The Scottish Play’?”
“That’s in a theatre, retard.”
And so the argument raged on. It was all normal and their actor friends were used to it. It had been like this since they’d first met; James and David had a highly volatile working relationship.
“Did you have to invite Marsters, Jaime?” asked Nick Brendon, sighing and looking over at the warring men.
“Well, I couldn’t exactly leave him out,” David’s wife smiled. “It’s not as if the rest of us have a problem with him.”
“But I can’t hear the music over the shouting,” whined Nick.
“I agree, enough is enough,” said Tony, standing and pulling up the sleeves of his sweatshirt as if he meant business.
“Nah, let ‘em fight it out.” Christian dragged himself away from the couple on the couch for a second. “Sell tickets for the Celebrity Deathmatch.”
“We could bet on them,” said Nick hopefully.
“No point. My boy’d take Marsters’s skinny ass in a heartbeat.” Christian looked confident.
“Don’t be too sure, Jimmy gets pretty wound up, and all that pent up anger equals kaboom.” Nick made a mushroom cloud shape with his arms and laughed a little too happily, trying to ignore the alcohol which was staring up at him from every surface. He’d been sober for almost a year, but everyone could see it was it was hard going.
“We could give ‘em weapons.” Chris smirked.
No fighting in my house.” Jaime looked nervously around at all her expensive glassware and ornaments.
Tony finally decided to take matters into his own hands. “Oi, you two, stop pissing us off. Enough of the bloody arguing. Now either behave properly or take it outside.”
Both men stopped shouting and looked around at the sea of faces then back at each other. They jostled their way through the doors and out onto the deck, still hurling abuse.
Tony got a well deserved round of applause and some whoops and cheers. He grinned lopsidedly and took a bow.
~~****~~
The air was cooling down now and it was a relief from the humid heat that was so stifling during the day. There were a few couples out by the pool, dangling their feet in the water, but they didn’t look up as the two men passed by. David and James had quietened their argument down to little more than raised speaking voices; shouting seemed at odds with the still atmosphere.
“So what little movies have you done then? Played any more fat-ass bad guys with brains the size of a pea? 'Cause you’re fucking perfect for those roles.” James looked sideways at the bigger man.
“Why d’ya have to put me down all the time? You think you’re so fucking special, lording it over us all the time that you ran a pissant little theatre company and that you went to Juilliard.”
“Kicked out of Juilliard if you wanna be accurate. Anyway you can fucking talk, posing around telling everyone that we’re a team of actors then pulling that fucking diva act all the time.”
“Me a diva?” David snorted and closed his eyes, pressing a hand against the brick boundary wall for support. “I think everyone knew who the prima donna was last year.”
“You mean me?” James looked incredulous.
“Yeah you. Driving everyone insane with your Stanislavsky methods and sucking away at those lollipops all the time.”
“Driving you insane maybe, no one else gave a shit. Anyway, I was trying to quit smoking.”
“You been trying to quit smoking and drinking since I met you; it’s just that you’re so fucking retarded you keep telling everyone you already have.”
James gritted his teeth and gripped David’s shoulder tightly. “Sometimes I fucking hate you so much.”
Muzzy with drink and anger, David pressed his forehead to the wall, the rough brickwork grazing his skin. “I hate you too. Why the fuck did you come here tonight?”
James sighed, slipping his hand away from David’s shoulder and clenching his fist. “Because I missed your ass.” He leaned in, thrusting his hips, and licked a wet kiss onto David’s neck, his hand reaching outwards.
“I missed your cock,” murmured David, trembling at the sensation and clasping his hand over James’s as they worked his erection with tight swift strokes.
Legs spread wide, pants in a fold of material at his feet and shoes kicked off, David braced himself against the wall, his fingernails digging into the crumbling mortar between the bricks. James’s thick hard shaft disappeared inside him, grinding and then pulling out, each slam and twist of hips nudging at his prostate until he was whining with need. “Still fucking hate you.”
“Don’t hate me fucking you though do you?”
“Hate those lollipops.”
“You liked what I did with them.”
“Can’t believe no one’s caught us yet.”
They’d almost been discovered so many times in the past, one or other of them on all fours in the bathroom or the props department--anywhere quiet they could find--fucking like animals and grinding out words of hatred through gritted teeth. This affair had started right from day one. The rumours that circulated were all about David and Sarah then James and Sarah and, true enough, they’d both fucked her--once or twice they’d shared her--but the relationship between the two men was the one that had lasted. Passion-fuelled and full of venom, it had been a tempestuous ride. David had even called James, drunk out of his mind, the night before his wedding and they’d screwed each other senseless for eight hours. David could hardly stand up to say his vows the next day.
“You wanna come like this?” James asked, sucking bruises onto David’s neck in between each word.“Or you wanna do me next?”
“If I come now I’ll fucking kill you.”
James let go of David’s cock and leaned into that broad back, his pelvis arching, his erection sliding into that heat. “Yeah, fuck, yeah.”
The sound of approaching voices made them pull hastily away from each other. Dave looked back at the house and realised that if it hadn’t been for the cover of shadow from the overhanging branches of a tree everyone inside would have been able to see them clearly. He pulled up his pants and picked up his shoes, heart racing with excitement as he led the older man down to the tennis courts.
James watched David lie down on the asphalt, unfasten himself and take out his erection.
“Ride me.”
“Fuck off, I’m tired.”
“Blow me first then, give your little legs a rest.” David laughed but the sound gave way to a splutter-like groan as James throated him with a quick predatory swoop.
“Fuck, that’s good. You might be a prick and I might hate you, but you give great head.”
Muscles clenched around his cock and he cried out as James buried his nose in the coarse pubic hair and nuzzled at him slightly. David reached down and grabbed James’s head, fucking himself into that mouth and whimpering as he was teased with a scrape of teeth.
“No, no, no, too much.” He pushed James away and lay back, trying to bring his body under control.
“Want to get me ready while you’re lying around doing nothing?”
The sex between them came as naturally as the harsh words. It had been a year since they’d last fucked and here they were slipping back into the familiar patterns with no hint of wariness. James stripped off his jeans and knelt facing away from David, who took a small tube of slick out of his pocket and greased up his fingers. He slid first one then two inside James’s ass, twisting and turning them, stretching the man until he was rocking back against his hand, his cock rigid and dribbling beneath him.
“Christ, you’re tight. Not been able to get any?”
“Plenty of pussy, no dick.” James laughed breathily, his back curving, encouraging David’s fingers to rub at his sweet spot.
It was an unspoken rule between them. They never really fucked around with other guys. Neither of them were into men the way Christian was. Christ, that guy was never happier than when he was slamming himself into a pretty little bitch while some nameless, faceless guy fucked him. Christian was a slut with a fetish for m/m/f threesomes. Boreanaz and Marsters were mostly straight with a fetish for each other.
James straddled David’s broad body and positioned himself so that the head of that cock just pushed up inside his stretched hole and then stilled, grinning with immense satisfaction at the look on the other man’s face.
“Fuck me, damn you,” breathed David, thrashing his head from side to side. “I need it.”
“Me too.” James gave in and sank down onto the slippery thick erection. They both groaned and David cupped a hand around James’s neck, pulling him closer then turning his head at the last second.
They didn’t kiss. Mostly they fucked facing away from each other so it was never an issue, mouths too busy venting words of frustration as they slammed together, nails tearing possessive little scratches into skin.
David wondered why Jaime had never queried the marks. She either didn’t care or just presumed unfaithfulness was part and parcel of being married to an actor. Tonight he’d be black and blue from rough-house sex, but he didn’t give a fuck. He needed this too much. Running his hands over James’s still shorn hair he bit at him, sliding his tongue over sweaty skin, fingers slipping downwards, gripping James’s hips and easing him up and down.
“Ow, Jesus.” James pulled away from David’s mouth and cock and got to his feet, rubbing at his grazed knees.
“Get back on, you prick.”
“Can't, I got rug burn.”
“Court burn, you mean.” David held out his hand and James pulled him to his feet.
David dragged him over to the fence and lifted him up.
“Fuck, I’m not a girl, you c-”
Silenced by the sensation of that mouth on his neck, James wrapped his arms and legs around David’s solid body. Back pressed tightly against the chain fencing he wriggled into position and shifted downwards, taking David’s cock inside him. “This is different,” he said, his voice husky with need.
“Shut the hell up and make it good,” said David through gritted teeth. The feel of James squeezing him so tightly and still not moving was driving him insane. All he needed was for the man to be teasing him with one of those cruel little lollipops and he’d come straight away.
“It’s always good,” replied James truthfully.
They invariably fucked until they collapsed, usually with one of them still hard. It was one big power play and they were equals, sharing a love of hurting and biting and abusing each other with malicious words.
“More.” David was getting there, wanted it rougher. He tugged at his shirt, a button pinged off and he could hear the faint noise as it rolled away. Pushing James’s mouth over the indent of his collarbone he shifted slightly, adjusting his grip on the limber body in his arms, and worked harder, fucking James so fiercely up against that steel fencing that he thought it might collapse. That would be a hard one to explain.
Voices! Someone was looking for them. David could hear smart remarks about dead bodies and lawsuits from Christian and Nick. Unfastening his shirt, fingers twisting frantically at the buttons, he pulled the material free from his body and gripped James’s erection. He had no idea when they’d get the chance to be together again and he wanted to see the man come.
“Do it then, you prick.” James leant back, freeing his cock from the skin to skin contact.
David tightened his left arm to support James as he rode him, and fisted James’s shaft, working it harder with each wet slip of fingers.
They found the rhythm, the squeeze and release and the slide up and down, and it all built to one huge crescendo. Their mouths pressed close together to absorb the groans and pants of climax. It was as close as they’d ever come to a kiss, but then David’s legs collapsed and they tumbled to the ground in a heap of spunk and sweat and laughter.
“What the fuck do we do now?” grinned James, getting slowly to his feet and trying to struggle back into his jeans, wincing at the soreness and stickiness of his ass.
David wiped the semen off his belly and smeared it over James’s black shirt, laughing at the look of disgust he got in return.
“It’s your mess,” he said, doing up his pants then heading back up to the house.
He wasn’t expecting to be tackled into the swimming pool.
“Fucker,” he screamed as he came up for air, kicking off his shoes and lunging at James, dragging him down into the cool water and wrapping himself once again around the lithe body.
“Seconds out, round three hundred and forty two,” said Nick holding James by the scruff of his neck with an arm wrapped around his waist.
“I prefer skinny dipping myself,” drawled Christian, trying to restrain David, “but this is kinda fun.”
Things went uphill from there. The pool filled with bodies, dope was smoked, drink was drunk, coke was snorted and James and David stared surreptitiously at each other under cover of a haze of smoke and animosity.
“My address,” said James as he was leaving, “in case you wanna try and finish this.”
David stuffed the piece of paper underneath a heavy earthenware vase filled with dried grasses. “I doubt it,” he said, closing the door and refusing to watch James leave.
~~****~~
It took a month.
“How long?” James asked, pushing David against the wall, fumbling with fly buttons and ripping the tee-shirt off him with fluid desperation.
“Two days,” muttered David as he spread his legs. James buried his face in between David’s buttocks, licking at the puckered opening. “Two days to fuck you out of my system,” he breathed as that tongue worked its way into his ass, wetting him, making him throb with need.
Then David couldn’t remember how to breathe anymore. His legs were shaking, his body working on autopilot and he pressed back, wanting more of that tongue inside him. When the tip finally teased its way against his sweet spot he cried out, grabbing the base of his cock and shuddering to an exquisite dry orgasm.
“Please,” he begged, still holding his erection and spreading himself blatantly for penetration.
James licked his way up David’s spine, slicking pre-come and saliva over his own cock, then thrust inside hard enough to prick that bubble of need. “Hate wanting you like this,” he snarled.
“Hate you,” agreed David. “Harder, for fuck’s sake.”
“Need to get your pathetic, butt-ugly face out of my head.” James bit into David’s arm, leaving teeth marks and pin pricks of blood.
“Fuck you. Now, harder, you piece of shit.” David was burning sore and feverish with need, sweat dripping off him in rivers. He could feel the come building in his balls, swelling, getting ready to surge. One swift jerk of his fist and he’d be gone, but he wanted it to last longer, to feel James slam against his prostate, sending him higher than the coke they snorted more than recreationally. The first gush of heat sent shots of come arcing out of his cock, splattering the dusky green wall with a spray of white.
Falling away and collapsing in synchronicity, they eyed each other warily.
“Bathroom’s that way.” James pulled on his pants and pointed to the left. Dave picked up his bag and opened the door.
It was obviously James’s bedroom, comforter half dragged over the bed, clothes in a mess on the floor, books and magazines scattered everywhere. Just a typical guy’s room. David’s house was neat as a pin, nothing ever out of place. He was proud of the way Jaime and the housekeeping staff kept everything so tidy, but this was more like home. The bathroom was clean, fresh towels hanging up, the counter covered with an array of men’s products. David snorted with embarrassed laughter when he realised he still had his socks on then peeled them off and stepped behind the shower screen.
James wandered in and threw some dirty sheets into the hamper then leant against the wall, his hands in the pockets of his jeans and his shoulders hunched over. “Didn’t know if you’d be sleeping in my bed,” he said, looking too shy and embarrassed for David’s comfort.
“Shower’s free.” David stepped out and grabbed a towel, deliberately ignoring James’s comment. He should leave. This was fucking ridiculous.
The fresh sheets and the hastily tidied room made David feel even more uncomfortable. He threw himself onto the bed and closed his eyes.
“I was kinda hoping you’d’ve gone.”
David frowned at James’s words, about ready to throw on his clothes and make a swift and sensible exit.
“But this was hoping you’d still be here.” James flicked at his own erection, which twitched with need and stood begging for attention. He knelt over David, dipping down and letting his prick glide across the contours of David’s face, dribbling fluid onto lips which parted automatically. Sinking lower, he took David’s cock into his mouth, easing the shaft into his throat and rolling his tongue over the glistening skin.
This wasn’t right; David wanted to hate it, to fuck James’s face so hard that his pretty girl’s mouth ended up broken and bruised. So why was he lapping and nuzzling and rubbing his wet finger in soft little circles over James’s hole when all he needed to do was push his hand inside, prod at the swollen gland and make James come in thick mouthfuls of spunk? If he could just get it over with, he could spit out the taste and run away and make sure that he never ended up lying on a bed with his cock in warm wet heaven and his throat full of prick ever again.
But the awkward truth was he didn’t want it to be over, not just yet anyway, and so he suckled and licked and rubbed and rocked until James was making this incredible growling noise around the head of his cock and the sound alone made the thinking stop.
When it was over they wriggled away from each other and lay spent, top to tail in the bed.
“Why do we keep doing this?” David’s voice was unusually quiet.
“You have to ask after that?” James smiled sleepily.
~~****~~
David opened his eyes, confused for a moment until he remembered where he was. James must have searched out the pillows in his sleep and was now the right way up, eyes closed and snoring gently. David stared at him for a while until his cock began to harden then he climbed angrily out of bed, hating himself for still feeling this intense want. Slipping into a pair of cut off sweatpants he headed for James’s kitchen.
Beer! That was what he needed. The refrigerator was well stocked and David grabbed a couple of bottles, popping the top of one with an opener from the drawer. He wandered around aimlessly for a while, exploring the place. There wasn’t much to look at; it was a nice house with a nice pool. He found the remote and threw himself down on the nice couch, flicking though to see what movies were on the nice TV.
“You hungry?” James padded into the room, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
“You ordering?”
“No, I’m cooking. Just pasta, nothing special.”
David followed James back into the kitchen and threw him a beer. James popped the top on the edge of the counter and whistled as he grabbed tomatoes, garlic and onions from the refrigerator. He lit a cigarette and swilled his beer then began to prepare the sauce.
“It’s unhygienic to smoke when you’re cooking,” grinned David, sitting on one of the bar stools and helping himself to a Marlboro.
“I guess it’s not hygienic to cook naked either, but it’s my house.”
David thought for a second that James was going to resort to poking his tongue out at him, but the man made do with a smile and a shrug and went back to chopping the onions and tomatoes. David tapped his ash in a glass dish and watched James’s cock swing heavy between his legs as he bent over to get the pasta pan. His own penis began to fill with blood and stand to attention, the head rubbing against the soft fleece of the inside of his shorts and arousing him even more. He stubbed out both cigarettes and hopped off the stool, prowling towards James and grinding himself up against the man’s naked ass.
“I wanna fuck you,” he growled.
Not waiting for an answer, David lifted James onto the counter, pushing him down until James was lying across the double width of the counter, his legs hooked over David’s shoulders.
David reached for the bottle of olive oil and drizzled the golden liquid over James’s cock and balls, the fluid spilling down into the crack of his ass.
“Like that do you, bitch?” asked David in a husky voice and James sprang to full erection at David’s words.
“Oh fuck, something else you like, huh?” David poured oil over his right hand and thrust three fingers inside the man without warning. “Like me finger fucking your pussy, bitch?”
James yowled with pain but rocked insistently, looking up with big wide eyes.
“More?” David stretched and wriggled and twisted his hand until he was able to squeeze his fourth finger and then his thumb inside the tight sheath. It was too much of a turn on. His cock was jumping inside his shorts and there was a darkening patch of pre-come spreading across the grey material. His whole fist was inside James’s ass and he thrust it deeper, jabbing into the prostate with his knuckles.
David pulled out slowly, watching the puckered hole shrink back with fascination and listening to the whimpers and moans from James.
“It’s okay, my little bitch. I’m gonna fill you up again.” Tugging down his shorts and ramming his cock inside the reddened hole, he fucked James as hard as he could, sliding his fist up and down the man’s shaft then rubbing his thumb round and round the swollen head until James cried out and jets of fluid jerked out of him, spattering his chest and belly.
“Fuck, yes,” yelled David pumping his hips and releasing his come then collapsing forward onto the sticky chest.
“Bastard.”
The word rumbled threateningly and David felt nervous.
“You put out my cigarette.”
~~****~~
They showered together, soaping each other clean and coming away dripping wet and unnervingly happy.
“How’s your ass?”
“Sore as hell, you prick, what do you expect? Your turn next.”
“Where do you want me?”
“Not the fuck yet, man. What are you, a teenager?”
This time David controlled himself long enough to let James cook and after dinner they lay at either end of the freakishly long leather couch, smoking dope and fighting over the remote. When they finally agreed on something to watch, James wriggled around, trying to get comfortable, and in the end gave up and lay on his stomach.
“I’m sorry.” David looked penitent.
James looked up at him and smiled, “It’s okay. It was good.”
“Let me make it better.” David bent his head and lay in between James's legs, spreading the man’s buttocks and licking a soothing stripe of saliva over the inflamed hole.
“Fuck,” muttered James, resting his head on some cushions and staring glassy-eyed at the TV.
David lapped at the ring of flesh and nuzzled into it, breathing in musk and shower gel and the faint traces of come.
The gentle tongue bathing was making James sleepy and aroused all at the same time. Arousal took the lead by a long way when David’s confidence grew and James could feel the tip of that tongue pushing into him, working him until he relaxed and opened. The sensation was incredible; hot wet soft silk slipping inside, soothing him and turning him on so much that his hips began to pump and grind against the leather couch. Slowly but insistently David spread James more and nuzzled deeper into the crevice, thrusting further and further inside until James could feel a tiny tickle of flesh brushing over his sweet spot, making him cry out and try to fuck back on that beautiful tongue. His body was over-sensitised and he rubbed himself like a cat against the sticky sweaty leather, arching and bucking and coming and coming and coming in great heaving waves over the furniture.
David jacked hard, bracing himself on one arm and rubbing the head of his erection over James’s skin until he covered the man in trails of thick semen, his hips jerking in time with the frantic motion of his fist.
“No sleeping together for us then,” he whispered a half hour later getting up and finding a comforter from one of the bedrooms then throwing it over the snoring man.
~~****~~
“Hey, you cunt, move over.”
David grumbled and slid over in the bed, pulling away when an icy body touched his. “Fuck off.”
“Me fuck off. It’s my fucking bed. You left me out there all cold and sticky. How would you like to wake up freezing to death in a puddle of your own cum?”
“I threw a blanket over you, now shut the fuck up and stop whining, you prick. Let me go back to sleep.”
“Warm me up.” James tried to slide into David’s arms, but he edged away and turned over. James spooned up behind him, his hard cock finding its way into the crack of David’s ass.
“Go to sleep, man.”
“You wanted us to fuck ourselves straight.”
“Not at,” David sat up and looked at the digital clock, “three a.m.”
“Want a snort to wake you up?”
“No,” yelled David.
“Don’t want this then?” James’s cock throbbed against David’s asshole, nudging the ring of muscle open with each tiny thrust.
“No.”
A hand fondled David’s semi-erect cock, making it fill and swell.
“No way are you doing me dry.”
The other hand wriggled its way under his pillow and David heard the sound of a flip top cap opening.
“You keep lube in your bed?” he laughed.
“I keep all kinds of things in my bed. What can I say? I’m a horny bastard.”
Slick fingers penetrated David and then James’s prick slammed home and they fucked each other to sleep.
~~****~~
Next morning David half rolled, half crawled out of bed and tried to get into the bathroom, but the door was locked and all he could hear was the sound of running water. He found the family bathroom and went for a pee then had a quick shower. He wasn’t as comfortable in this room even though it was immaculately clean. It felt unlived in -- kind of cold.
Pouring some coffee from the freshly made pot, David lounged on the couch watching sports for a while then gave up waiting for James to appear and disappeared outside to call Jaime. He’d been a total shit telling her he was in Vegas running through a script idea with some director, but then he’d been a shit husband full stop. It wasn’t a marriage of convenience, but it sure as fuck seemed that way sometimes. Jaime was a nice girl, but pretty short on intellect and the longer they were married the less David had to say to her.
“How’s the family?”
David looked around at James, who was sitting on the step by the doors with a towel wrapped round his waist. “They’re both fine. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Jesus, I was just making conversation.” James stalked back inside, David following at a safe distance.
“I’m sorry. It’s just kinda weird.”
“Cheating on your wife?” James laughed bleakly.
“It’s not like that.”
“What, don’t I count? You been messing around on her since day one. Why get screwed up over it now?”
“You know fuck all about it. You do whatever the fuck you like.”
“I know nothing about unfaithful partners?” James snorted.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You think I’m cheating on you? There’s fuck all between us, Marsters, except for a strong feeling of hatred and an occasional cock up each other’s ass.”
“Christ, you think a lot of yourself. You’re not that special.”
“Fuck you.” David’s fist flew out and connected with James’s jaw and then somehow they ended up tangled on the floor, wrestling and rubbing and clawing and biting until they were as hard as they were angry. David straddled James, pushing the man down onto his stomach. He lubed himself up with spit, then forced his cock inside James, sobbing with relief as his balls slapped against James’s ass.
“This is just fucking, Marsters. It’s what we do. We fuck.” David slammed himself into the man so hard that his balls were stinging with the harsh contact against skin.
“And after today we don’t anymore. That’s what this is all about, isn’t it? Fucking it out of our system,” growled James in a low husky voice as he dragged himself up on all fours and pulled at his erection.
“Yeah, if I want some ass I’m sure I’ll find another pretty little bitch to ball.” David ground himself against James then felt the tingle in the pit of his stomach and worked himself up to a vicious release.
James yelled out as the surge of salty fluid stung his raw insides and David pulled free, feeling like crap when he saw the trickle of pink tinged semen. He hefted James over onto his back and tried to suck at his cock but was kicked away.
“Fuck off. Just fuck off out of here.” James got to his feet slowly and hunted for his pack of cigarettes.
“I don’t want it to end like this.”
“Well, I do.”
There was nothing left to say so David packed his clothes and left.
~~****~~
Next time they saw each other was at some schmoozing Hollywood party. James was looking thin, strung out and exhausted and was busy smoking too much, drinking too much and getting stoned on just about anything that was going.
“Hey, how are you?” David adopted his casual acquaintance voice.
“Hating this party. You?”
James didn’t quite look him in the eyes.
“Missing your cock,” breathed David.
“Don’t.”
James still wouldn’t look at him. It was unnerving; David had always thought he hated that vicious eye contact but things didn’t seem quite right without it.
“You look like shit. Wanna go talk?”
James breathed in heavily, “I…I…”
David led him away out of the back exit of the hotel. “Is your car here?”
“I… don’t know. I think someone picked me up.”
“Fuck, you are so wasted.” David hailed a cab. “Look, I didn’t come here with anyone so I’ll get you back to your place and then go on home.”
It didn’t happen like that. It never did. Fingers wandered subtly under clothes and over skin and by the time they got back to James’s house they were both aching for release. They didn’t even manage to close the front door before they fell on each other. David was pushed unceremoniously up against the wall and waited impatiently with his pants around his ankles. James freed his erection and wet David hurriedly with his tongue then stood back up and slammed his cock inside David’s ass. Afterwards, when David’s come was still dribbling down the wall in long slimy streaks, James pulled up his pants and walked away.
“Hey!”
James looked round. “What? You got what you came for.”
“I came here for you, you prick.”
“Don’t kid yourself. You came here for a fuck.” James shook his head, eyes burning with bitterness. “Call a cab and go.”
He slammed his way into the bedroom and David heard what could have been the sounds of angry tears on his way out the door. He didn’t go back.
~~****~~
David had no idea what he’d do if he wasn’t wanted.
Go on some vacation to Siberia or some other paparazzi free place he supposed, not that either he or James were really newspaper headline people anymore. This had been preying on his mind ever since he walked out of the house a month ago and he’d lied to Jaime again and given himself a week to sort James out. He buzzed, fully expecting to be turned away, his cock swelling immediately with surprise and excitement as soon he was in through the gates. This wasn’t about the fucking though; he just hadn’t quite made up his mind what it was about.
James was on the phone talking business with someone, waving his arms in big theatrical gestures and striding through the house. David threw his case down and followed him into the living room. He knelt in front of the man, ignoring the one sided argument that raged on, and unzipped James’s flies.
Blow jobs should seem submissive, but they were the antithesis of that. David held all the power as he licked and sucked and grazed his teeth over James’s engorged prick, swallowing him and listening for that little growl of satisfaction as his throat muscles clenched.
“Gotta go,” James said, switching off his cell and discarding it then threading his fingers into David's hair.
David could feel James buckling slightly and dragged him over to the couch, pushing him down and kneeling next to him, his head on that concave stomach, cock sliding into his mouth, fingers caressing the tensed balls and taut skin below. Slipping one hand into his pocket, David took out a little tube of slick. Flipping the top he squeezed some onto his hand and rubbed the gel over James’s skin, dipping his finger down into the crevice and massaging the tiny indent.
“Please.”
It was probably the nicest single word that Marsters had ever said to him. David fucked him with fingers, lips and tongue, driving James higher and higher until he bucked up and came in a series of driving spasms deep into David’s throat.
James curled away for a moment then sat up and unbuttoned David’s pants, freeing the straining erection that was so urgent by now it was distended and taut against David’s belly.
“Hey, it’s not like that.” David held James away from him.
“It is like that. You said it yourself, we fuck, end of story. We get each other off.”
“Not this week. Call it a vacation.” David fastened his pants and stood up, hearing James’s laughter, but feeling the bitterness coming off the man in waves.
“Vacation?”
“Yeah, a week to do what the fuck we like and try to forget all the shit.”
“I don’t need a vacation; I haven’t worked for a fucking long time.”
“Neither have I. Now, shut the fuck up and help me carry these bags of food into the kitchen. I’m gonna cook for you.”
“You cook? Doesn’t Jaime do all that?”
“Maybe. Doesn’t mean I can’t.”
This time it was James sitting up at the counter idly flicking through Guitarist magazine while David learned his way around the kitchen, washing salad leaves and cooking chicken.
“Vacation from what?” asked James as he grabbed a couple of beers from the refrigerator.
“From drugs, from stress, from pissing each other off. You know, you still piss me off even when I don’t see you.”
James laughed, not sounding quite so close to tears this time. “Yeah, I get that.”
“You need to eat, to relax, to exercise. You look like shit.”
“Thanks.” James hopped up on the counter and grabbed David’s arm as he was passing. “We still fuck though, yeah?”
Christ, the guy sounded so unsure of himself. “Yeah, we still fuck.”
“Now?”
“After dinner.”
“Now.” James slid out of his clothes and held out his arms.
The chicken needed to cool anyway and James’s erection looked a lot more inviting than salad. James tugged David’s pants and boxers down, fumbling in the pockets for lube. Knees trembling with anticipation, David groaned as he watched James prep himself. He never knew what to expect from the guy: harsh words, tears, need. Marsters was a mess.
“Fuck, this is better than Prozac,” muttered James, as he climbed into David’s arms and slid down onto his shaft.
David was shocked by how much lighter the man seemed. “You’ve lost too much weight.”
“Shut up and screw me.”
How David was able to strip naked with James clenched tight around him was a freaking miracle, but he managed it. The way he could hold James while they were fucking was so good -- too good. David carried him outside where it was all a bit more dangerous in hope that he’d like it less, but the evening air and the warm breath against his neck sent good chills tumbling down his spine. When his legs finally started to give way from exhaustion he sank down onto a poolside lounger and let James ride him, half closing his eyes and toying with the erection that swayed up and down in front of him.
***
James saw David drifting away on the waves of sensation and let himself go. He lay against the solid chest, writhing slowly up and down on David’s cock. It was nice to pretend that someone cared, even if it was just for a short while. Falling into that protective embrace, James pushed them both closer to orgasm with each thrust of his body. As soon as he could feel the tell-tale fire in his balls he sat back up, bracing himself on the wooden arm and rubbing his palm over the leaking head of his cock. David’s eyes opened wide as he watched James stroke pre-come over himself.
“Fuck, that looks good. Show me how you jack.”
James gripped his cock tightly in his left fist and began to pull, riding David hard now in time with the movement of his hand.
“I think about this all the time when I’m bringing myself off. Try to imagine what you look like when you’re masturbating.” David’s eyes locked onto James’s swollen prick.
“I jerk off all the time,” murmured James.
“Me too.”
“I think about us fucking.”
“Me too.”
James arched back, legs working hard as he shafted himself on David’s engorged prick, his fist moving at frantic speed over his cock.
“Fuck, yes, I’m coming,” panted David, his eyes black with excitement.
James cried out, twisting his body slightly so that David’s cock jabbed into his prostate. His body arched as semen jetted from his cock, landing in sticky streaks everywhere.
David howled and bucked upwards, filling James with come.
“Oh, God.” David lay back and closed his eyes.
“What?” James was concerned, but kept himself occupied by wiping the puddles of spunk into David’s chest.
“That was good sex.”
“You fucker, I thought you were gonna say something bad.” James laughed.
David slapped him round the head. “New vacation rule: no name calling.”
“Shit, you’ll be having a swear box soon.”
David pulled James against him.
It was almost a cuddle if James closed his eyes and pretended hard enough. "What do I call you then?”
“David, Dave, Davy; I don’t care as long as it’s nice.”
“Fuckwit?”
“No.”
“Cocksucker?”
“Only if I’m doing it at the time.”
“Retard?”
“I guess that’s accurate. I’m here with you, aren’t I?”
“You are.”
They pretended to cuddle for a while longer.
~~****~~
“Jesus, how much shit do you have in your medicine cabinet?”
They were getting ready for bed, having eaten dinner and watched a movie, and it was too relaxed to be comfortable.
“Quit nosing around.”
“You don’t need all this crap.” David threw bottle after bottle onto the floor. “Anti-depressants, amphetamines, laxatives for Christ’s sake.”
“You want me all cleaned out for you.” James spat a mouthful of toothpaste into the sink and grinned.
“Please, enough, and I know you don’t have them for that.”
“Shut up, Dave, and get your ass in bed.”
Later, when they lay covered by a thin sheet, close enough together to breathe the same air but far enough away not to be in each others arms, David broached the subject again.
“Don’t do anymore of those pills.”
“What’s it to you?”
“Because it scares me.”
David turned over trying not to think what that long drawn out sigh from James really meant.
~~****~~
David was rummaging underneath the bed.
“Hey, you really are an interfering prick aren’t you?”
“Fun stuff here.”
David pulled out a storage box and heaved it up onto the bed, pulling out a pile of porn mags of all kinds of persuasions and looking at the toys at the bottom.
“I did tell you I was a horny bastard.” James grinned. “Play with them if you want while I’m having a bath.”
“I’ve never…” David stared at the array of vibrators, dildos and cock restraints.
“DVD’s, butt plugs, lube on the nightstand. Have fun and I’ll see you later.” James smirked and disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door.
David was so incredibly hard. He examined each toy, switched on the vibrating ones then flicked through the magazines. Fuck, he’d never done this--never had the opportunity or was that the guts?--but he wanted James here with him. Idly pulling at his cock, he read some of the badly written stories and waited.
“Oh, and I thought I’d find you up to your neck in sperm.” James laughed and dropped his towel on the floor, launching himself onto the bed. “Do you wanna shower first before we play?”
“Already had one while I was waiting for you to wake up.”
“A shower or a jerk?”
“A shower, you jerk.” David spluttered with laughter.
“Wanna watch a movie?”
David shrugged.
“Have you gone all coy?” James chucked him under the chin, “Gay or straight?”
“You have gay movies?”
“Yeah, it shouldn’t be that much of a shock to you of all people. Hey, guess what, Jimmy likes to watch a little cock on cock action.”
“Put on anything you want. I wanna know what you jack off to.”
James opened a case and jumped off the bed, putting the disk in the player. David watched in timid fascination as the movie started. He didn’t want to like it, but he really wanted to see it.
“Lift up your butt.” James pushed a pillow underneath David and knelt between the man’s spread legs. Lubing up two fingers he pushed them inside David’s twitching hole, stretching him ready.
“This is my favourite dildo,” he said, slicking up the latex toy and pushing it slowly inside David’s ass.
“Oh, fuck, that’s nice,” muttered David, torn between watching the cock sucking action on screen and James slowly penetrating him with the rubber penis.
“Do it yourself, see how good it feels.”
David held the base of the dildo and began easing it in and out of himself. “Oh Jesus, Jaime has a vibrator and I wanted to… but I never…”
“Now she won’t be able to find it when she needs it.”
“Too fucking right.” David gulped and let the rubber dildo lie still inside him. It was all getting too exciting and he wanted this to last. “What do vibrators feel like?”
“Man, so good, you wouldn’t believe it. Here, this is a fun one,” James handed David a little plug, “It sits in me real nice and I can keep it there for hours. I have to wear a cock ring to stop me from coming too quick. This one should fit you.”
James slipped the latex over David’s erect prick, pulling it over his balls until it squeezed his entire genitals inside the band.
“Ouch, ow fuck, that hurts…ohhh…” David stopped speaking then began to moan and pull at himself. “I thought this was supposed to stop me from coming; it feels too good.”
“Fuck, David, slow down, let yourself get used to it.”
David lay back against the pillows. His whole groin throbbed and the dildo pressing up against his prostate was making him burn with the need to ejaculate. Watching the on-screen action and feeling James rub up against him wasn’t helping much either.
“I usually do a line right about now,” said James, twitching restlessly.
“I think if I did some blow right now I’d shoot off straight away.”
“What about if you watched me snort?”
“I’d want some.”
“Okay, no coke.” James sighed, “You feeling more in control?”
“Yeah.”
“Want to try the plug?”
David nodded, wondering just what planet he’d been living on for the last thirty three years. It had been a sterile place.
James pulled the dildo free and pushed the smaller device inside David.
For a second David felt the absence of the big rubber shaft, but then James turned on the vibrator, adjusting its position, and David arched his hips and cried out. He expected to see a pool of semen on his stomach, but the ring had done its job and prevented him from ejaculating.
“Oh God, why haven’t I done this before?”
“Welcome to my world.” James smiled and laid his head on David’s chest, watching the slow masturbation and the well-hung, pretty boys fucking on T.V..
“I like your world. Do yourself. I wanna watch you again.”
***
James pumped out a handful of gel and began to stroke his cock, pulling the shaft with firm upstrokes then flicking his thumb over the head. He lay back down across David, feeling little internal shudders run through the man as the plug gently stimulated his sweet spot.
“It’s good you’re left handed. Makes this easier.”
James nodded, liking the sound of David’s voice as it rumbled through him. Shame this was all just a game, a one week vacation from the usual crap.
“Have you had many guys?” David looked down at him.
“No, three, maybe four including you. The others were when I was younger.”
“What about your band?”
“Shit, fuck, no way. Most of them were kids. I’m not a freaking pervert.” James grinned. “What about you?”
“Two. You and Christian.”
For some inexplicable reason James felt his hard-on dying away and worked harder with his hand, trying to revive it as he watched the T.V. intently.
“It was at a convention a couple of years ago. It was stupid. We were stupid. There was this fan and she was a really pretty girl. Chris and I were so drunk and we took her back to his suite. We were fucking her and she passed out from too much tequila, next thing I know we were kissing…”
James felt cold inside. David must have thought he was enjoying this little story and he carried on telling all, hips pumping off the bed, greased hand stroking up and down his cock.
“… and kissing and then he went down onto his knees spreading himself like a little whore and I took him. Fuck buddies is what he called us afterwards.”
James’s orgasm was a lacklustre one, a mild tingle, a dribble of come over his hand and it was over. He got up from the bed. “Do you want a drink?”
“Coke would be good.”
James couldn’t agree more. Sitting at the kitchen counter, he cut a couple of heavy lines and snorted them. Wiping his eyes and nose from the afterburn, he waited for the effects to kick in. No one could ever call him and David fuck buddies. They were just two screw-ups who hated each other and rutted liked animals.
He was starting to loathe this game, but by the time he got back to the bedroom the cocaine had numbed his anxiety and he was feeling way better. He handed David a can of coke and straddled the big man, releasing Dave’s genitals from the ring and sliding onto that thick heavy cock.
***
David watched the movie end, trying not to look into those overly-bright eyes. James was playing it well, but he knew what the guy looked like when he was coked up to the eyeballs. The vibrator buzzed inside him like a warning signal, but it felt so great to have James rocking up and down on him that he did what he always did and ignored his feelings, taking James’s erection in his hand and fisting it harder and harder until he felt the muscles spasm around him and semen pool onto his stomach. The plug made his orgasm intense and long lasting, the climax roaring inside his head like an ocean tide, and when it was over he pulled the vibrator out of himself with some difficulty and fell back, boneless, onto the pillows.
“You enjoyed that,” smirked James.
“Would have enjoyed it more if you hadn’t sneaked off to get wasted in the middle.”
“It’s what I do.”
“Not this week. You promised.”
“Why? It’s the same as any other week with some pretence thrown in. You hate me, remember? We just fuck.”
~~****~~
The hardest parts of the week to deal with were the quiet times. It was a shock for David to discover that he was so at ease, happy just to laze around naked, spent from sex and half drunk on beer, with James lying on him reading through the latest edition of his script.
“You wear glasses?”
“So do you.”
“But I never knew you wore them.”
“I have old, tired eyes, what d’you expect?” James turned his head and smiled, looking altogether too sexy. Sexy was a dumb word and David hated it.
“You don’t look old.”
“You told me I look like shit.”
“Like shit but never old.”
Sometimes David allowed his hands to brush over James’s head, loving the bristle soft feel of the hair, but then he pushed himself back to that harsher place where it was all about the fucking, and he twisted his fingers into other, more wiry hair and found a way back to reality.
~~****~~
It was the last day of their vacation. David was lying by the pool easing a dildo in and out of himself and masturbating lazily.
“I swear to God you prefer that piece of rubber to me.”
David shielded his eyes from the sun and looked up at James, who was standing over him, cock in hand.
“What’s your problem? This is your world, remember.”
“So it is.” James laughed and his prick lengthened slightly.
David watched in horror as urine streamed out in a fierce flow of yellow then gasped as the hot fluid gushed over him.
“Fuck.” His erection jerked in his hand, his ass clenched around the rubber cock and he ejaculated over himself. Red with humiliation and anger, he bit back a shameful sob, “You pissed on me, you dirty fucker.
“You liked it enough.”
Pulling the dildo out, David lunged at James, knocking them both into the pool. Wrapping his arms and legs around the smaller man he forced him down under the water, wanting all the hurt to go away, but James was having none of it this time. Viciously angry, he fought back like a wildcat until David was forced up against the side of the pool.
“Stop doing this. You’re fucking me up so much I can’t think straight anymore,” he screamed, both hands around David’s throat.
“You can’t think straight 'cause of all the blow you shove up your nose,” snarled David as he struggled to release the fingers that grew ever tighter around his neck.
“Just get the fuck out of here and don’t come back.”
“Same old shit, James.” David's half-strangulated voice was loaded with animosity and tinged with amusement.
“Yeah, same old shit, but this time I’m telling you I can’t deal with it.” James’s hands fell limp around David’s shoulders, his head lowered and all the fight just drained away out of him. “Please don’t come back.”
“I can’t just go… not again… not like this…”
“Don’t you get it? It’s always like this. It’s always gonna be like this… and I don’t want it anymore.”
David heaved himself up on his elbows and wrapped his legs around James’s waist. “But you do want it,” he said impaling himself on James’s cock, his lube-slick hole sucking in the erection greedily. “You want it real bad.”
James’s head was still bent low. “It’s not the sex,” he whispered, shuddering slightly and leaning against David, “it’s the nothing else.”
“Jimmy, don’t.”
“I’m lonelier and emptier when you’re here than when I’m on my own.”
“Please stop.” The words hurt too much. David didn’t want to know that he was the one who had screwed James up.
“I’m so fucking miserable and I try to pretend it’s all good like you said and that just makes it worse.”
David knew James was almost crying, he could feel the shivers and hear the tiny shuddering intakes of breath. He felt James’s cock grow soft and slide its way free. That had never happened before; whether they were angry or sad there were always the erections holding them together.
“So I want you to go. No more fighting. No more fucking. Just go now and stay the hell away from me. Please.”
“Jimmy?” David tilted James’s face upward with a finger under the chin. He saw the bright glint of tears and the level of pain and knew he was the one with the fucking problem. “I’m sor-”
“I don’t want apologies.” James pulled away and swam over to the end of the pool, heaving himself out of the water on shaky arms. “Just go.”
David caught him before he disappeared into the house, grabbing him round his waist and dragging him closer, “I am sorry… and this isn’t nothing.” He brushed his lips over James’s, licking them open with his tongue. “It’s not nothing,” he breathed, kissing James again and again until he was kissed back. “Don’t say it’s nothing.”
***
They stumbled through the door toward the couch, falling over feet and tripping over furniture, hesitant to break the spell in case that’s all it was. David settled in between James’s legs, the grind of the hardness gluing broken seams back together, and for a while it seemed better than ever until James remembered Christian. Kissing might be special to him but to David it was just routine; the only person David didn’t fucking kiss was James and that was because he hated him. Because they hated each other
“Get the fuck out,” he said, pushing David away.
~~****~~
Pulling himself out from that ripple effect of drink-drugs-loneliness was no easy task, but James managed it. Now he was eating properly, keeping fit and sleeping without the aid of a pill or ten. The film project was coming together, he was building up to having a social life and things were good. He didn’t even miss David – much.
So when he saw the car pull up he thought twice about letting the man in. Then he closed his eyes tightly and thought about it some more. Then he opened the door.
“You’re looking good, Jimmy.”
James didn’t get time to answer. He thought twice, again, about letting David in. Then he closed his eyes tightly and let that tongue brush over his lips. Then he opened his mouth.
Kissing shouldn’t mean so much.
“I left my wife.”
“About fucking time, you prick.”
DONE