KINK MEME PART 8
Welcome to the eighth kinkmeme prompts post!
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Before you dive right into the fun, there's a few rules and guidelines we'd like to ask you to read (and follow!)
Rules:
-One prompt per comment.
-Give your prompt a meaningful subject line, i.e. "BA/Murdock dog tag fetish".
-You may post anonymously or as a logged in user.
-Once you complete a fill, ( Read more... )
"Is it true?" Bradley asks.
"Well, I've not seen every man in Hollywood lad, and I've never felt the need to ask every man I've met to drop their pants so I can check." Liam snorts, but decides to let his leg fall. It's cramping from the awkward pose, and he figures Bradley's onto him anyways; might aswell make himself comfortable. "…but if it makes you feel better, I've heard those rumours too."
Bradley, who's taken a rude second to stare at Liam's crotch, meets the older actor's eyes again.
"…and are they true?"
"I don't know lad. They're just rumours." Liam says gently. "I try not to listen to gossip, you never know what you'll hear. You keep listening to rumours and one day you'll find you don't know who, or what to believe anymore."
Liam's as wise as he is handsome and Bradley drinks in both. He's clung to Liam since the start of this blockbuster, terrified by the sudden jump in his career and his growth from rising star to worldwide icon.
"I believe you." he says honestly. "I always have. You're such a good guy Liam, you deserve…"
He breaks off quickly, but Liam's not going to let Bradley away with anything. Not after drugging him like this.
"Deserve…?" he prompts.
"You deserve to, you know…be happy. With someone. Who'll, y'know…help you with the stress. Make it better again…someone to talk to when it gets too much to handle." Bradley says, cheeks scarlet and eyes on the trailer's rich burgundy carpet.
"Is that why you're here?"
"No we drugged you because we--I mean Sharlto--thought that maybe if you gave yourself a bit of attention you'd sleep better." Bradley admits, but Liam shakes his head.
"Not what I mean lad. I mean, is that why you're still sat on my sofa, rather than leaving me alone to take care of things myself?"
Bradley loses his ability to speak, and can only gape like a fish.
"I--Liam I…"
Oh he's adorable when he's flustered, Liam thinks, and reaches up to unbutton the top three buttons of his shirt. It really is too damn warm in here now - though thats nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the drug - and he's starting to gain a sheen of sweat on his skin.
His fingers unflick the third.
"…don't stop." Bradley whispers, eyes on Liam's.
They stare at each other, before Liam's hands keep moving and he works his way south. Inch by inch, cotton parting just barely to allow Bradley the barest glimpse of what he's been denied to see so far. Liam, undressed. He's the only one who won't wear the wife-beater vests. He won't change on-set either, and it's frustrated Bradley greatly.
The final button gives way, and the fine black shirt falls open. Denied of it's last support it whispers to brush Liam's ribs and Bradley knows he's staring. He shouldn't stare, but damn, for pushing sixty Liam is fucking fit. He's not overly muscular, but theres a broadness to his entire frame that makes Bradley's mouth water. Light, silvery-brown hairs dust his pectorals and score a wonderful treasure trail that vanishes into his belt-line. Thin and fine, just like his hair on his head and it's so natural looking that Bradley's mouth waters.
"You know, for opening my shirt I don't actually feel any cooler." Liam murmurs. Anything to break the heavy silence between them. "Must be a warm night…"
"Mmmhm…it was warm when I walked over here. Shar stole the paddling pool from the desert set…" Bradley replied absent-mindedly, fingers twitching in their urge to touch this man.
"That doesn't surprise me at all." Liam chuckles, shifting his elbows up onto the sofa, and he stares intently as the young actor slides a bit further into his personal space. "Bradley…"
"Liam, I got you into this mess. Least I can do is help you out of it." Bradley says, breathing hard and quite obviously hard in his own jeans. Liam can see the lad's pants are distinctly out of shape, and the thought that this gorgeous young man might be hard for him isn't unappealing.
"I do swing both ways lad. That one was true at least." Liam admits. "Do you?"
"I didn't, till I saw you." Bradley smiles. "But I've never…um…acted. I mean I've never had sex with a man before. I was kinda saving myself…hoping maybe one day…"
He trails off, lost in the memory of those teenage years.
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I love that you used that blooper scene as the premise (I might have watched that part more than any other on the blooper reel...) And Bradley and Sharlto's logic there! ROFL I can totally see them going about it this way, too.
Bradley is so cute and Liam still so in control despite the drug-induced hard-on... Mmmm.
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I love the blooper reel. Liam miming taking his trousers off sexily is something that will stay with me forever, and the fits they go into when he messes the line about Pike and the choppers always makes me smile. :P
Glad you're with me so far!
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A hand and a mouth and quite possibly anything else he has at his disposal. Liam has a LOT of stress you know. :P
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