Fic: In Secret Places
Title: In Secret Places
Author:pomme_noir
Team: Angst
Prompt: Fear and Lies
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,183
Warnings: Infidelity, M/M sex and Homophobia.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inception. I make no money.
Summary: Lies are much easier than the truth.
He doesn’t say anything as he opens the motel room door. They never talk until afterwards, and even then their words are always the same: declarations that it will be the last time this happens. It never is.
He turns into the hands that are dragging his coat off and tilts his head so that now-eager mouth has better access. It is so easy in this dark and musty room to forget what lies outside the walls, that what’s happens here is considered not only a sin of the flesh, but an abomination. The considered repugnance, the thrill of knowing that what they are doing is taboo, only heightened their pleasure in the beginning.
Clever, callused hands deftly undo his trousers and then slide in to cup his half-hard cock. The soft moan he makes is the only sound the other man needs to drop to his knees and engulf him. Fingers thread through soft hair, gently guiding the man in a familiar rhythm. Every time he thinks he’s going to be strong enough to withstand the temptation and not show up at the designated time, he flashes to those lips and the wicked tongue that can make him come with barely a swirl and a flick.
The man pulls back and guides him to the bed. He lazily watches as the man divests himself of the rest of his clothes. The man returns to the bed and lies down on his stomach. He coats his fingers in the lotion that one of them always brings. His first finger is taken easily, and he would wonder if the other man weren’t having other clandestine assignations if he wasn’t so sure he wasn’t. There’s too much risk for both them .
They had met at a dinner party. He had been hiding in a corner since they arrived. She had begged and pleaded with him to come. She knew the couple from church. She promised they wouldn’t stay long. Upon entering the house she had promptly ditched him. He was about to sneak out and have a smoke when a cool, clipped voice asked, “Do you have a cigarette?”
He tells him he’s just about to have one himself and they head outside. He surreptitiously eyes the man as he inhales like it’s oxygen. His eyes rove and take him in quickly, lest he be seen. He had always secretly coveted men with bodies like this. He had masturbated to thoughts of the broad shoulders and thick muscles of the wrestlers when at school. How awkward he had felt being so thin and pale compared to them. He exhales quickly, the smoke stinging his eyes.
They make small talk and he learns the man works for a British oil company looking to break into the American market. The man is the most exotic person he’s ever met. He tries not to dwell on the fact that this is only the third foreigner he’s ever met.
Eventually his wife tracks them down and they chat amiably about how he’s adjusting to the American way of life when a willowy brunette joins them. If he had been so inclined, she would have made his mouth dry and his cock twitch. The man slides an arm around her shoulders and introduces her as his fiancée. He doesn’t even feel a twinge. He’s long given up trying to find others like him.
As they say their goodbyes the man says he’s looking to purchase life insurance and that he’d like to meet with him to discuss policies. He refrains from asking questions, because he’s reasonably certain, with the guy being a top-level executive, that he already has insurance. His heart races as he replies that he’ll ring him to set up a time.
When they do get together they end up jerking each other off in his entryway while his fiancée is at the hairdresser. They don’t kiss or look each other in the eye. He hasn’t come that hard in years. They clean up and he leaves, happy with the encounter and not expecting a repeat .
Later, angry words are hissed into a phone, only to be followed with sigh of acceptance. The man is right, he does want more. He shows up at the motel at the designated time, nervous over having never done that sort of thing before. His knock on the door is immediately answered. They stared at each other for several long moments before he reaches out and drags the man to him. His mouth is just as lush and perfect as he had fantasized. His mouth and hands work to tear him apart. When they are finally settled on the bed he freezes when he realizes that maybe this encounter will be different from the few he’s had before. He relaxed and move further up the bed.
The man is quick to reassure him they don’t have to do anything more, but he figures he’s already at the motel, and he’s always been curious about the act of actual penetration. Giving it some thought he decides to go for it. It hurt, quite a bit actually, but he had never felt such completion as he did in that moment. He lied to himself then, telling himself that this one time would be enough.
So begins their affair. They make it a point to appear to be only acquaintances. They never call each other at home. His life develops two separate tracks, one where he has a wife and a life in suburbia and another where he is free and wild within the confines a 350-square-foot room.
All of that led him here, to this moment, sliding another finger into the man below him. He’s been telling himself for weeks that it will be the last time, and unlike before, he really means it. He can feel himself falling. Has to fight urges to call and cast secret looks in crowed rooms. It will only end badly-for both of them.
He guides the man’s hips back with each thrust and leans down to kiss the broad expanse of his back. They do not need to talk to communicate. He fucks like the goodbye he means it to be. It’s hard for him to ever think that giving this up is for the greater good, not when his blood sings and his body aches with the pleasure of it. He moves to cover the hand holding the headboard and comes.
He doesn’t shower after like he usually does, just wanting to leave. He watches as the other man buttons his shirt. “We have to stop,” he says.
The familiar “I know” does nothing to easy the burning in his chest.
When he gets home, she greets him at the door. Her card game was canceled. She takes his coat and then hugs him. “Did you change your cologne?” she asks.
He stiffens in fear, waits for her to put two and two together. “Do you like it?”
“I do. You should wear it more often.” A kiss on the cheek and she’s gone.
Author:pomme_noir
Team: Angst
Prompt: Fear and Lies
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,183
Warnings: Infidelity, M/M sex and Homophobia.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inception. I make no money.
Summary: Lies are much easier than the truth.
He doesn’t say anything as he opens the motel room door. They never talk until afterwards, and even then their words are always the same: declarations that it will be the last time this happens. It never is.
He turns into the hands that are dragging his coat off and tilts his head so that now-eager mouth has better access. It is so easy in this dark and musty room to forget what lies outside the walls, that what’s happens here is considered not only a sin of the flesh, but an abomination. The considered repugnance, the thrill of knowing that what they are doing is taboo, only heightened their pleasure in the beginning.
Clever, callused hands deftly undo his trousers and then slide in to cup his half-hard cock. The soft moan he makes is the only sound the other man needs to drop to his knees and engulf him. Fingers thread through soft hair, gently guiding the man in a familiar rhythm. Every time he thinks he’s going to be strong enough to withstand the temptation and not show up at the designated time, he flashes to those lips and the wicked tongue that can make him come with barely a swirl and a flick.
The man pulls back and guides him to the bed. He lazily watches as the man divests himself of the rest of his clothes. The man returns to the bed and lies down on his stomach. He coats his fingers in the lotion that one of them always brings. His first finger is taken easily, and he would wonder if the other man weren’t having other clandestine assignations if he wasn’t so sure he wasn’t. There’s too much risk for both them .
They had met at a dinner party. He had been hiding in a corner since they arrived. She had begged and pleaded with him to come. She knew the couple from church. She promised they wouldn’t stay long. Upon entering the house she had promptly ditched him. He was about to sneak out and have a smoke when a cool, clipped voice asked, “Do you have a cigarette?”
He tells him he’s just about to have one himself and they head outside. He surreptitiously eyes the man as he inhales like it’s oxygen. His eyes rove and take him in quickly, lest he be seen. He had always secretly coveted men with bodies like this. He had masturbated to thoughts of the broad shoulders and thick muscles of the wrestlers when at school. How awkward he had felt being so thin and pale compared to them. He exhales quickly, the smoke stinging his eyes.
They make small talk and he learns the man works for a British oil company looking to break into the American market. The man is the most exotic person he’s ever met. He tries not to dwell on the fact that this is only the third foreigner he’s ever met.
Eventually his wife tracks them down and they chat amiably about how he’s adjusting to the American way of life when a willowy brunette joins them. If he had been so inclined, she would have made his mouth dry and his cock twitch. The man slides an arm around her shoulders and introduces her as his fiancée. He doesn’t even feel a twinge. He’s long given up trying to find others like him.
As they say their goodbyes the man says he’s looking to purchase life insurance and that he’d like to meet with him to discuss policies. He refrains from asking questions, because he’s reasonably certain, with the guy being a top-level executive, that he already has insurance. His heart races as he replies that he’ll ring him to set up a time.
When they do get together they end up jerking each other off in his entryway while his fiancée is at the hairdresser. They don’t kiss or look each other in the eye. He hasn’t come that hard in years. They clean up and he leaves, happy with the encounter and not expecting a repeat .
Later, angry words are hissed into a phone, only to be followed with sigh of acceptance. The man is right, he does want more. He shows up at the motel at the designated time, nervous over having never done that sort of thing before. His knock on the door is immediately answered. They stared at each other for several long moments before he reaches out and drags the man to him. His mouth is just as lush and perfect as he had fantasized. His mouth and hands work to tear him apart. When they are finally settled on the bed he freezes when he realizes that maybe this encounter will be different from the few he’s had before. He relaxed and move further up the bed.
The man is quick to reassure him they don’t have to do anything more, but he figures he’s already at the motel, and he’s always been curious about the act of actual penetration. Giving it some thought he decides to go for it. It hurt, quite a bit actually, but he had never felt such completion as he did in that moment. He lied to himself then, telling himself that this one time would be enough.
So begins their affair. They make it a point to appear to be only acquaintances. They never call each other at home. His life develops two separate tracks, one where he has a wife and a life in suburbia and another where he is free and wild within the confines a 350-square-foot room.
All of that led him here, to this moment, sliding another finger into the man below him. He’s been telling himself for weeks that it will be the last time, and unlike before, he really means it. He can feel himself falling. Has to fight urges to call and cast secret looks in crowed rooms. It will only end badly-for both of them.
He guides the man’s hips back with each thrust and leans down to kiss the broad expanse of his back. They do not need to talk to communicate. He fucks like the goodbye he means it to be. It’s hard for him to ever think that giving this up is for the greater good, not when his blood sings and his body aches with the pleasure of it. He moves to cover the hand holding the headboard and comes.
He doesn’t shower after like he usually does, just wanting to leave. He watches as the other man buttons his shirt. “We have to stop,” he says.
The familiar “I know” does nothing to easy the burning in his chest.
When he gets home, she greets him at the door. Her card game was canceled. She takes his coat and then hugs him. “Did you change your cologne?” she asks.
He stiffens in fear, waits for her to put two and two together. “Do you like it?”
“I do. You should wear it more often.” A kiss on the cheek and she’s gone.