Lap Dance - The Sevenquel! (AKA - Part Seven)
Does anyone remember this one? I certainly hope so - and a few people have been asking about it lately. This chapter's not too long, but I need to get the boys from here to there.
That having been said - again this is the evol RPS, so you have been warned. Which I know for most of us a warning is just an invitation to dive right in!
TITLE: Lap Dance - The Sevenquel! (AKA - Part Seven)
AUTHOR: SpankSpike
PAIRING: JM/DB
RATING: NC-17 - RPS - Slight Non-Con In This Chapter
SUMMARY: After James finally makes love to David, things go horribly wrong. Dave panics and demands to go home. Now James has spent days trying to contact him with no answer and they are seeing each other for the first time, on set, since they were together in the hotel room.
Previous Parts Here
PREVIOUSLY:
"Dave - I… I don't understand what's happening."
Jerking his jacket on and stalking over to the door, one hand on the knob, panicked look on his face, Dave shook his head. "Just get dressed… please. I need to get out of here."
He turned away, pressing his forehead to the door, back to James, shoulders shaking. James was across the room in a second, hand on Dave's big shoulder, turning him around, biting his own lip when he saw the unshed tears in David's eyes.
"Tell me what I can do to make it better… please."
"I shouldn't have… I can't do this… I'm not gay." Dave sank to the floor, jacket bunching up behind him as he slid down the door. "I don't want... this."
James sat down with David, arms wound around him and this time Dave didn't push him away, just sat there limp in the circle of James' arms. "I'm sorry… shit, Dave, I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I thought you were okay - I thought you wanted…"
Dave shook his head, "I just need to go. Get dressed - please?"
Nodding, James stood and dressed quickly as Dave stayed in the same spot, leaning against the door, eyes wet but not crying, neither of them saying anything.
When they were both in the car again, James driving fast as the sun was going down, James looked at David. "Dave?"
Eyes closed tight, David held his hands up, "Don't - please. I don't wanna talk about it… I can't talk about it."
LAP DANCE - THE SEVENQUEL! (AKA - PART SEVEN)
That having been said - again this is the evol RPS, so you have been warned. Which I know for most of us a warning is just an invitation to dive right in!
TITLE: Lap Dance - The Sevenquel! (AKA - Part Seven)
AUTHOR: SpankSpike
PAIRING: JM/DB
RATING: NC-17 - RPS - Slight Non-Con In This Chapter
SUMMARY: After James finally makes love to David, things go horribly wrong. Dave panics and demands to go home. Now James has spent days trying to contact him with no answer and they are seeing each other for the first time, on set, since they were together in the hotel room.
Previous Parts Here
PREVIOUSLY:
"Dave - I… I don't understand what's happening."
Jerking his jacket on and stalking over to the door, one hand on the knob, panicked look on his face, Dave shook his head. "Just get dressed… please. I need to get out of here."
He turned away, pressing his forehead to the door, back to James, shoulders shaking. James was across the room in a second, hand on Dave's big shoulder, turning him around, biting his own lip when he saw the unshed tears in David's eyes.
"Tell me what I can do to make it better… please."
"I shouldn't have… I can't do this… I'm not gay." Dave sank to the floor, jacket bunching up behind him as he slid down the door. "I don't want... this."
James sat down with David, arms wound around him and this time Dave didn't push him away, just sat there limp in the circle of James' arms. "I'm sorry… shit, Dave, I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I thought you were okay - I thought you wanted…"
Dave shook his head, "I just need to go. Get dressed - please?"
Nodding, James stood and dressed quickly as Dave stayed in the same spot, leaning against the door, eyes wet but not crying, neither of them saying anything.
When they were both in the car again, James driving fast as the sun was going down, James looked at David. "Dave?"
Eyes closed tight, David held his hands up, "Don't - please. I don't wanna talk about it… I can't talk about it."
LAP DANCE - THE SEVENQUEL! (AKA - PART SEVEN)