David’s got the jitters. He’s twitching as badly as if he’s chugged his way though a gallon of espresso, except that he hasn’t even had one coffee today ‘cause Jaime’s on a new health kick. She says caffeine is bad for every organ in the body. Every organ!
So why is he jumping around like a pussy on a hot tin roof if it isn’t the buzz from the java or any other kind of stimulant? Marsters is why. Jimmy Marsters with his filthy dirty laugh and his little boy blue eyes radiating such fucking innocence. Innocence. Ha!
Today, Marsters has a friend with him on set; Amber Benson who used to play sweet little Tara. David’s met her a couple of times at network parties when he’s been pimping himself out and he’s learned that Amber is not such a sweet little girl. She has a dirty mouth and an evil grin and she’s like a mirror image of Marsters. David can’t figure them out. Sometimes he thinks they screw like bitches in heat, but other times they fight like brother and sister or giggle behind their hands like BFF’s with a secret that no one else knows. Today is a latter kind of day.
Amber has her hair scraped up into a bun. She’s wearing a baby pink sweater and high-waisted brown pants with a pair of tortoiseshell glasses to complete the new image. She carries a reporter’s notebook around with her and chews on her pen while she looks at him over the top of her secretary spectacles.
“Why is she dressed like that?” he asks Marsters.
“She used to be wild but now she’s trying Vanilla,” says James.
“Lame.” Amber shakes her head while she scribbles in her notebook and David takes the opportunity to run away.
The hours drag like a stifling hot summer night. David tosses and sweats and can’t get comfortable, because wherever he goes he’s shadowed by a pair of harpies.
“You’re gonna be Phish Food if you don’t get that line right soon,” smirks James, winking at Amber.
David wants to think of a more witty come back, but “Fuck off,” is as good as it gets. Marsters never screws up; he’s like a robot; an evil Jimmybot.
“Berry n’ice,” says James, applauding with a slow hand clap when Dave finally gets the scene down and everyone is happy.
Almost everyone. David is so angry by now that he’s flushing crimson and the make up department need to work hard to tone the colour down. Of course Jimmy and Amber have to follow him there too, watching like a pair of gargoyles from the couch while Anna works on his vampire skin.
David tries to ignore them, but James has his eyes fixed on him the whole time and David swears he can actually feel it. Glancing in the mirror, he sees Amber feeding James broken off pieces of chocolate, and the way he licks her fingers clean is out and out sinful.
Amber offers David the next piece. “Chocolate Therapy,” James says with a smile. “Maybe it’ll stop you being so Half Baked.”
Amber giggles and wipes her hands on her pants. Then she picks up her pad of paper and makes more notes. The scratchy sound of her fountain pen is like chalk on a blackboard and David wants to scream.
“Want some more Chocolate?” asks James. “Maybe not seeing as you’re a bit of a Chunky Monkey already.”
“Harsh,” says Amber with a frown, but Dave doesn’t wait to hear the response from Marsters. Storming out of the room, he beats a retreat to his trailer and leans the flat of his hands against the closed door, breathing in deeply and calming himself down. He’s a professional; he needs to get on with the work and ignore the freaks. He’s found Zen mode by the time the next scene is set.
“Coffee?” asks James, when filming is over for the day and they’ve showered and changed and are near enough last to leave.
David shakes his head. He’s decided that he’s never going to speak to Marsters again.
“Coffee’s good,” says the infuriating little man. “Coffee Coffee Buzz Buzz Buzz.”
David sees red and, at the same time, he also sees the menu at his local Ben ‘n Jerry shop in the mall.
“Fuck off,” he yells. “Quit it. Just quit it. Quit this fucking game. So I’m carrying a few extra pounds, so fucking what. No need to fucking needle me about it all day long. Fucking ice cream! How old are you?”
He storms out, so angry by now he can’t even think straight enough to remember where he’s parked. Fishing the key chain out of his pocket he presses the button and follows the flashing lights, but before he gets there he’s waylaid by two smaller bodies who bundle him up against a Honda.
“Sorry, man,” says James mournfully. “Wasn’t meant that way at all. Didn’t ever think you’d see it that way.”
He runs a hand over David’s belly and David sucks in as he always does when anyone touches him nowadays.
“’S, gorgeous,” says James, sliding one arm around David’s waist and pressing up against him. “Seriously sexy.”
What the fuck? What? “What?”
“I fucked up badly,” says James looking at him with sad eyes. “Wanted to tease you, yeah. Wanted to drive you insane. Wanted you to want me as much as I want you.”
David’s jaw drops. This is his first ever jaw dropping moment.
“My fault,” says Amber. “His fantasy is to cover you in ice cream and lick it off. I said if he could get ten flavours of Ben ‘n Jerry into the conversation without you noticing then his dream’d come true.”
David blinks. Marsters is shoved up against him and the world has just spun on its axis. He’s definitely in shock. “How many flavours did you get up to?” he asks.
“Nine,” says James with a resigned shrug.
“You said ‘Coffee’ twice.”
David wonders who the fuck said that, then he realises it was him. What the hell was he thinking? What the hell is he thinking? What the hell.
Running his hands over James’s face, he threads his fingers into peroxide hair and finds out what it’s like to kiss the man. Hard and harsh and dirty and fucking sexy is the answer. He kisses James until his lips are sore from stubble burn and his tongue is aching for more. He kisses him again and James kisses back harder.
“Fuck! That’s totally and unexpectedly arousing,” says Amber.
“Take my car and go somewhere,” says James, fumbling in his pocket and throwing the keys over his shoulder in the direction her voice.
“Where?” says Amber petulantly.
“Anywhere that’s not here and not my place.”
“Can’t I watch?”
“No.”
“Never?”
“Not now.”
This conversation has gone on for long enough. David wants more of the dirty filthy kissing and he licks at James’s lips, biting them gently.
“Fuck! Give me back my door key first, Am,” yells James.
David hears the chink of metal on concrete and releases James long enough for him to pick up the key, then he’s on him again, delving greedily into his mouth.
“Seriously sexy?” he asks a moment later.
“Seriously,” says James, then they make out for a while longer up against somebody else’s car.
~~***~~
They stop for cigarettes on the way back to James’s house. David taps his fingers on the steering wheel then calls his wife and tells her he won’t be home. He hasn’t got an excuse and she doesn’t ask for one. It’s always work. Except that tonight it isn’t.
James comes out of the shop carrying two bags full of stuff.
“You smoke a lot,” laughs David as James puts them in the back seat. As soon as he turns back around David grabs him and kisses him again. Thank God for mirrored windows. He wants James in his lap. He wants to rip his pants off, and rub up against him, and do all the really fucking dirty things he’s ever heard of.
“Can’t believe you’re okay with this,” says James, placing a hand on David’s thigh.
Okay? He’s more than okay. He has a permanent erection that’s getting harder by the second, his heart is beating like the percussion section of an orchestra, and his foot is down so hard on the gas pedal that if he’s not careful he’ll get pulled over.
“Neither can I,” he replies, sliding James’s hand up from his thigh to his crotch. “But let’s just go with it. Now give me directions.”
~~****~~
It’s hard to concentrate on driving when a man--who up until an hour ago annoyed you more than anyone else on the planet--is leaning across and nuzzling at your dick. Luckily David knows the area pretty well. He’s more than happy when he pulls into the driveway to find out that James has a garage, because they may not get much further the way he’s feeling. Horny? This is beyond horny. He has an erection that’s as hard and powerful as a nuclear missile in his pants and he can barely remember how to speak. He’s thinking he may come across as Neanderthal. ‘Fuck now,’ ‘Fuck hard,’ and ‘More fucking.’ It’s a direct approach to say the least.
“Come on,” he whines, taking the bags off James as the man fights with the house key, finally opening the door and disarming the alarm.
Dropping the bags of groceries, David makes a grab for James in the darkness. His hands are shaking like he’s got the D.T.’s and his breath catches in his throat when he gets James out of his leather jacket and tee shirt in about ten seconds flat. As he’s working his fingers over James’s belt he hears a switch being flicked and suddenly the house is bathed in harsh lighting. A couple of clicks later everything softens into ‘mood’ mode. He couldn’t get more in the mood if he’d been sexless for a decade.
Today is a day of discoveries. He discovers that James Marsters is more gorgeous than ever when he’s half-naked, panting and backed against a wall, especially when he resorts to begging for more of those dirty pretty kisses. David whines low in his throat as he finally unbuckles the belt, flicking open the buttons on the Levi’s and making another discovery that James, indeed, doesn’t wear underwear. That cock springs free, hot damp hardness tempting David, and he gives in willingly, attacking James with deep bruising kisses as he fondles another man’s erection for the first time ever.
“My turn,” says James eventually, his voice husky and low. “I want to touch you now.”
Pulling back a little, James unbuttons David’s shirt and mouths kisses onto each newly exposed area of skin. When the clothing falls to the floor, David discovers he’s not self-conscious at all. Maybe it’s the way James falls to his knees, licking his stomach and dipping his tongue into his navel, but right now David doesn’t feel fat, he just feels seriously sexy.
“Fuck,” he moans in caveman style when James grazes his teeth over the denim covered erection. Unfastening the wide leather belt with both hands, James works the zipper down with his teeth and mouths the soft cotton shorts either side of the ridge where David’s erection lies in wait for him.
Undressing has never been this erotic. David’s hips jerk of their own accord and as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his jeans, he marvels at his own bravado. It’s good to know he’s not as vanilla as everyone thinks.
James is naked now, lithe and sleek, but bulging with muscle in all the right places. His cock stands proud, twitching and leaking and David licks his lips. No. He’s most definitely not a straight vanilla guy any more.
Stripping out of his shorts and socks, Dave too stands proud in all ways. The look James gives him tells him all he needs to know. He’s sexy and he’s gorgeous and he’s wanted. In fact he’s never felt this wanted in his whole life.
James picks up the bags and carries them through to the living room looking over his shoulder with a smile. David follows, wondering how insane it is to find the soft padding of bare feet on smooth tiled floor a turn on. He’s like a time bomb ready to explode, hypersensitive to everything. Every sound, every look, every touch makes him rigid on the outside and melting in the centre.
“Lie down,” says James, pointing at the wide leather couch that takes up half the room.
Dave obediently stretches out, ignoring the temptation to reach for James or grab his own cock.
James takes a bottle of Jim Beam out of one of the bags and swigs a mouthful, leaning over and then sharing the liquor in tiny dribbles into David’s mouth. When the alcohol is gone, David drags him down for more of those viciously addictive kisses.
“You’ll look well fucked by tomorrow,” says James as he licks away the soreness from the reddening skin.
“Good,” says David meaning every word of it. He’s not felt well and truly fucked for a long time.
James lies on top of him, positioning himself perfectly so that their cocks press together. He’s staring at David with this look of bemused wonderment, and is suddenly so unlike the man David thought he knew, that he feels a little unsure of himself. It’s as if he’s making out with a complete stranger. Pulling James closer, David dips his tongue into his mouth, kissing him delicately now, intent on learning every part of him. His body reacts to this slow sensuality and he begins to rock, grinding himself up against James’s erection, learning the feel of his body as well as his lips. His eyes close and he cants his hips, circling and pumping and thrusting and feeling the burn build deep in the pit of his stomach.
“Fuck!” he yells and looks downwards.
His nipples are coated in cold wet stickyness that melts over him in a drooling mess of chocolate coloured cream and he’s about to complain, but then James grins and begins to lap at the puddle of chocolate, teasing both nipples with soft strokes of his tongue in such a wicked way that David swears he’s having an out of body experience.
“God,” he groans as a puddle of cookie dough and vanilla lands on his stomach.
James scoots lower, gliding on the silky path of the melting dessert until he’s face to face with David’s navel which he proceeds to lick and then fuck with his tongue. This is so surreal, unreal, too good to be true. David pumps and humps and arches and thrusts and wriggles as the sticky coolness trickles down the sides of his rib cage.
“Share,” says James, crawling back up to kiss him and pushing a piece of cookie dough in between his lips.
David wants to share everything from now on. Everything tastes so much better when it comes to him via James’s mouth.
The next glob of ice cream surpasses the rest by a mile. It lands on his erection, melting and slipping down in every direction, coating his prick and balls in a cool mint green glaze.
David whimpers as he feels James’s warm breath melting the dollops of frozen dessert, and his cock extends and fills, trying to reach upwards to gain entry to that mouth. Losing even basic caveman speech, he mumbles nonsense and thrashes from side to side as James bends his head and licks his balls clean with delicate upwards strokes that make everything else pale into insignificance.
“Fuck. Yes,” he cries as James continues to tongue him, ghosting the tip over his twitching cock and teasing the slit with almost kisses that never quite get there.
“Please, Jimmy. Please,” he begs, running his fingers through James’s hair and resisting the urge to grab, take, have.
James slides his hands up David’s legs coming to halt as he reaches his jutting hips. Running his thumb over the protruding bones, he flickers his tongue across the shiny sticky surface of David’s cock and then takes the swollen head into his mouth, eating it as if it’s candy. It must taste like candy.
The delicacy is all gone now. James sucks him hard, grazing his teeth over the ridge and flicking his tongue over the swollen head. Changing position, James kneels on the floor gripping David’s cock, rippling his fingers over it in fluid waves as he goes down on him like a pro.
“Gonna come,” moans Dave pushing James away unwillingly. He’s not gonna let it be over yet.
Rolling James over, he licks the smears of ice cream off his body, enjoying the rougher texture of male skin, liking the feel of the hair as it tickles his lips. He’s possessed. Gripping James’s hips, he holds him down and swallows his cock. He should be nervous but he’s not in the slightest. James tastes amazing. Sounds amazing. Is amazing.
It turns out there are many more discoveries to be made tonight. David finds out that he loves the feel of cock in his mouth. He loves the smoothness and the ridges and the wrinkle of the balls and the taste of the fluid. He loves the sensation as the knob bounces off the back of his throat and the shape of it as he rolls his tongue around. He loves the tiny piss slit that’s oozing with juice. He loves kissing and licking and sucking at the solid shaft. He loves rubbing his tongue over the rough fold of skin that makes James whine for more. He loves pulling off with a pop then forcing his almost closed lips back over the head. He loves the strangulated cries of delight from James as he does all these things over and over and over again. He loves it most when James explodes in his mouth in a salty sweet burst of flavour.
“Share,” he says, crawling upwards as if he’s going to kiss James then feeding him dribbles of ice cream flavoured come.
“Seriously sexy,” says James smiling up at him with heavy lidded eyes. “Wanna fuck me?”
“Seriously?” asks David with a grin, although the question is a real one. Right now he can’t think of anywhere he’d rather be than be inside James, but it’s like there’s a canyon and they’re on one side of it and the other side is a long way off. He wants to make that leap, but he has to make sure that James does.
“Yes.” James is serious now.
“I don’t do fuck and runs,” says David. And he doesn’t. Playing around is fine but being connected to someone means something to him. It always has.
“Fuck and stay then,” says James.
The ice cream has its uses. Spreading James’s legs, David takes a handful of Chocolate and massages it into his backside. He rubs his finger around the tiny hole that opens up to his attentions then eases one finger inside, twisting it and thrusting it in and out. He adds another finger and another until James is arching up from the couch and kissing him so fiercely that David thinks he’s gonna come from that alone. Can’t have that happen. David shifts position and his cock slithers through the wet slippery cream and finds its natural resting place at the entrance to James’s body.
“God, Jimmy.” David thrusts gently and is swallowed into a slippery hot vise. It’s so good, so fucking perfect. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“Do me.” James wraps his legs tight around David, anchoring him and forcing him inside right the way up to the hilt of his cock.
David lets go, fucking James so hard that the joints of the couch creak and groan from the intensity. He’s never had sex like this. Never been able to take what he wants, but James takes it and gives it right back. David powers inside him, digging his nails into skin and leaning down for fierce biting kisses as they writhe and hump and buck and fuck like animals.
“Jesus,” cries David as he comes with a roar and a flash of light and a slight feeling that he may have lost consciousness for a moment.
He collapses onto James who slowly untangles his legs, biting his lip and ‘owwing’ softly as his forty year old limbs complain at all the exertion.
“We fucked,” David says in disbelief as he wraps his arms around James and rolls them both over on their sides. “How’d that happen?”
“Now you know why women like ice cream so much,” says James as he wriggles to get comfortable, then yawns and falls asleep instantly.
David tries to adjust his position but finds that he’s glued to the couch.
He’ll always have a deep seated love for Ben ‘n Jerry’s, but
if he ever sees another pint of their ice cream he’s going to cry.
DONE