Fic: On Set - Part II
Title: On Set - Part II
Pairing: Robert Downey Jr./Jude Law
Rating:NC-17
Word count: 1,501
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened. EVER.
Summary: Sequel to " On Set." But I guess it could be read by itself...as pure, utter, filthy, sexy smut. You'd just have to keep in mind that it's inspired by this photograph:
A/N: OKAY. WARNING. I haven't written anything THIS detailed and graphic... I’m a bit timid. I think it’s TOO descriptive. It's just purely filthy smut. I'd sit here and try to explain myself, but I'm sure you'd rather get onto the fic... btw, I think this'll be the last part for this photo.
Also, my writing style has changed a bit...
The next time Jude and Robert’s lips met, it became a fight for dominance.
Mouthes open with tongues sliding over each other in an epic battle.
Jude’s not one who’s used to being led.
And Robert knows exactly what he wants.
And Robert wants Jude to know that he knows.
So he pulls their faces even closer, if it were possible.
Making Jude lose his balance so that he has to remove his right hand from caressing Robert’s face to the floor in order to avoid crushing him.
And neither retort.
Instead, Jude groans into Robert’s throat.
Causing Robert to moan and jerk involuntarily up at Jude’s hips.
Jude has to break away from Robert when he feels his hardening member against his thigh.
“Maybe we should go somewhere...my place?” Jude suggests in between breaths, earning a look of discontent from Robert.
“Don’t you dare ask me to stop now. I’m going to fucking cream my pants any Goddamn second, and I don’t give a fuck if Guy comes running back in with the whole damn cast and crew at tow.” Robert growls as he pulls Jude back into another hungry kiss.
Jude doesn’t complain. How can he?
He wants this just as badly as Robert.
So he lets his left hand, the only free hand he has, touch Robert everywhere and anywhere.
He doesn’t want to, doesn’t even think it’s possible, to stop touching Robert.
Not when he keeps making sweet, delicious noises that make Jude’s cock twitch.
He wants to hear more of it. Wants to drink it in as much as Robert is so willing to pour it forth.
He leaves Robert’s delectable, bruised lips and scrapes his teeth downwards.
Licking and nipping at his chin and jaw,
drawing a line of saliva down his throat.
Fuck. Clothes.
Never has he loathed their wardrobe as much as he did that instant.
Jude thinks he needs to take care of those quickly. Which he does.
The costume department is going to have a bitch fit tomorrow, Jude thinks as he tears open Robert's shirt. The buttons fall off and are lost amongst the stage props.
This sparks Robert’s attention, feeling the need to return the favor.
He eagerly slides his hands down and across Jude's chest, reveling in the vibrations he feels on his neck from Jude's mouth.
Finally resting on Jude's waist, he tugs impatiently at the shirt, pulling it out of his trousers.
Jude shrudders when he feels Robert's cold hands against his stomach.
Yet, as Robert's fingers climb over curves and firm skin, Jude feels like he's on fire.
He addresses his appreciation by taking one of Robert's sensitive nipples into his mouth.
Robert arches into Jude at the contact, dragging his nails down his back.
The pain causes Jude to bite down a little more roughly than he intended,
but Robert doesn't mind one bit.
This foreplay seemed to be dragging on a little longer than either of the men could handle.
It's a wonder why neither has came yet.
Jude doesn't think he could live with himself if he came without even touching himself.
And that's what he really, really wants right now.
To be touched.
He doesn't want to say it though.
He doesn't think he can say anything at this point, other than Robert's name.
Instead, he grinds against Robert. Hard and dirty.
Robert can't take it anymore.
"God, Jude...Fuck. Me." he barely manages out.
And then whatever’s left of Jude’s self-control is shattered.
--
He doesn’t remember how he does it...
But Jude has managed to successfully pull off Robert’s trousers, and is now rushing to undo his own.
He fumbles and curses.
Robert is such a distraction with his legs splayed open and his eyes dark with lust.
“Need a little help there?” There’s a hint of impatience in Robert’s voice as sits up on his elbows.
Jude manages to pop the button open when Robert reaches out with one hand to pull him forward.
He tugs his pants down mid thigh before pulling Jude’s cock out into the cool air.
“Fuck.” Jude gasps as he hunches over Robert’s frame, edging him to continue.
Robert grips him firmly. Rubbing his thumb along the underside slowly.
Bending forward, he licks the tip experimentally to see how Jude reacts.
He gets a shudder and shaky breathing, which is more than encouraging.
So he takes the head into his warm mouth, sliding it in as far as he can before pulling it back out with a pop.
He spreads the pre-come at the slit with his tongue all along Jude’s cock.
All the while, Jude is muttering Robert’s name, swears, and gasps into Robert’s ear.
When Robert thinks Jude’s slick enough, he pushes him back unexpectedly.
“Hurry the fuck up and get inside me.” Robert growls as he falls onto his back and spreads his legs wider.
Jude thanks god he hasn’t come yet from the sight and repositions himself over Robert.
He doesn’t enter him immediately.
No, he wants to enjoy every second of this.
Instead, he slides his cock against Robert’s perineum, groaning out loud.
Robert arches up at the feeling.
It’s not what he was expecting, but he’s surly not disappointed.
His hands scramble for purchase on the tiger skin rug underneath him.
Jude watches the wanton display below him with half-lidded eyes as he continues to rub against Robert’s arse.
“Jude! Fuck. Get on with it!” Robert groans after one agonizing minute and then there’s that heartbreaking look again.
Jude has sympathy for Robert and stops, repositioning his cock at Robert’s entrance.
In one swift motion, he’s inside, stretching Robert.
Robert’s moaning and begging for more, pulling Jude closer in hopes of pulling him in deeper.
Then Jude’s in all the way.
He aimlessly licks and bites at Robert’s neck as he listens to Robert’s directions, prompting his visceral urge to fuck.
“Harder. Faster. More.”
Robert’s legs wrap around Jude’s waist, bringing him in deeper with each thrust.
Jude’s knees slide further apart, changing his angle in Robert.
And finally, Jude’s hit his prostate, earning a loud moan.
Robert’s close. He can feel it. But he’s not yet there.
Aside from the curses and moans, Robert manages a “touch me” into Jude’s ear when he crooks his head to the side.
Jude listens, sliding his hands down Robert’s ribs and along his hip before gripping the base of his cock.
He finds a steady rhythm matching his own thrusts so that Robert’s given up directing Jude altogether and just prays to God, and to Jude.
Jude’s close too.
He’s right there.
He can feel it.
But he doesn’t want to yet.
Not until Robert comes first.
So he works Robert harder.
And Robert doesn’t think he can arch his back any further,
or else he’ll break it completely.
It’s the swipe of Jude’s thumb over Robert’s slit that undoes him.
A white, hot, intense flash casts over Robert as he rides through his orgasm, screaming Jude’s name.
Jude groans and cover’s Robert’s mouth with his own to quiet him, and himself when he is hit with his own orgasm.
Robert shudders when he feels Jude’s release inside him.
It’s weird and uncomfortable, but not something he can’t get used to.
--
When they part, Jude rests his head against Robert’s.
They try to catch their breath after their post-orgasmic high.
Robert tightens his arms around Jude when he feels him pull his softening member out of his arse.
He groans when he feels the warm fluid slide down his underside.
Again, it’s not something he can’t get used to.
In fact, he’s looking forward to feeling it again.
He looks up lazily at Jude and gives a crooked smile.
“Was that the best sex you’ve had or what?” Robert’s breath is still shaky.
But Robert can’t help himself,
cause he’s always one to ruin a perfect mood,
As much as was content in resting in Jude’s arms.
Jude sighs and kisses Robert’s forehead.
“Yes. Yes it was, love.” Jude manages a chuckle before falling to lay beside Robert.
“I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to do this again.” Robert smiles seductively and faces Jude.
Jude returns the smile. “Just tell me when and where...”
Robert’s resting his head on Jude’s chest now as he looks up at the ceiling, contemplating.
And finally, he rests his eyes back on Jude’s bright blues.
A hint of mischief behind his, and a smirk.
“Watson’s desk. Right now.”
END.
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Pairing: Robert Downey Jr./Jude Law
Rating:NC-17
Word count: 1,501
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened. EVER.
Summary: Sequel to " On Set." But I guess it could be read by itself...as pure, utter, filthy, sexy smut. You'd just have to keep in mind that it's inspired by this photograph:
A/N: OKAY. WARNING. I haven't written anything THIS detailed and graphic... I’m a bit timid. I think it’s TOO descriptive. It's just purely filthy smut. I'd sit here and try to explain myself, but I'm sure you'd rather get onto the fic... btw, I think this'll be the last part for this photo.
Also, my writing style has changed a bit...
The next time Jude and Robert’s lips met, it became a fight for dominance.
Mouthes open with tongues sliding over each other in an epic battle.
Jude’s not one who’s used to being led.
And Robert knows exactly what he wants.
And Robert wants Jude to know that he knows.
So he pulls their faces even closer, if it were possible.
Making Jude lose his balance so that he has to remove his right hand from caressing Robert’s face to the floor in order to avoid crushing him.
And neither retort.
Instead, Jude groans into Robert’s throat.
Causing Robert to moan and jerk involuntarily up at Jude’s hips.
Jude has to break away from Robert when he feels his hardening member against his thigh.
“Maybe we should go somewhere...my place?” Jude suggests in between breaths, earning a look of discontent from Robert.
“Don’t you dare ask me to stop now. I’m going to fucking cream my pants any Goddamn second, and I don’t give a fuck if Guy comes running back in with the whole damn cast and crew at tow.” Robert growls as he pulls Jude back into another hungry kiss.
Jude doesn’t complain. How can he?
He wants this just as badly as Robert.
So he lets his left hand, the only free hand he has, touch Robert everywhere and anywhere.
He doesn’t want to, doesn’t even think it’s possible, to stop touching Robert.
Not when he keeps making sweet, delicious noises that make Jude’s cock twitch.
He wants to hear more of it. Wants to drink it in as much as Robert is so willing to pour it forth.
He leaves Robert’s delectable, bruised lips and scrapes his teeth downwards.
Licking and nipping at his chin and jaw,
drawing a line of saliva down his throat.
Fuck. Clothes.
Never has he loathed their wardrobe as much as he did that instant.
Jude thinks he needs to take care of those quickly. Which he does.
The costume department is going to have a bitch fit tomorrow, Jude thinks as he tears open Robert's shirt. The buttons fall off and are lost amongst the stage props.
This sparks Robert’s attention, feeling the need to return the favor.
He eagerly slides his hands down and across Jude's chest, reveling in the vibrations he feels on his neck from Jude's mouth.
Finally resting on Jude's waist, he tugs impatiently at the shirt, pulling it out of his trousers.
Jude shrudders when he feels Robert's cold hands against his stomach.
Yet, as Robert's fingers climb over curves and firm skin, Jude feels like he's on fire.
He addresses his appreciation by taking one of Robert's sensitive nipples into his mouth.
Robert arches into Jude at the contact, dragging his nails down his back.
The pain causes Jude to bite down a little more roughly than he intended,
but Robert doesn't mind one bit.
This foreplay seemed to be dragging on a little longer than either of the men could handle.
It's a wonder why neither has came yet.
Jude doesn't think he could live with himself if he came without even touching himself.
And that's what he really, really wants right now.
To be touched.
He doesn't want to say it though.
He doesn't think he can say anything at this point, other than Robert's name.
Instead, he grinds against Robert. Hard and dirty.
Robert can't take it anymore.
"God, Jude...Fuck. Me." he barely manages out.
And then whatever’s left of Jude’s self-control is shattered.
--
He doesn’t remember how he does it...
But Jude has managed to successfully pull off Robert’s trousers, and is now rushing to undo his own.
He fumbles and curses.
Robert is such a distraction with his legs splayed open and his eyes dark with lust.
“Need a little help there?” There’s a hint of impatience in Robert’s voice as sits up on his elbows.
Jude manages to pop the button open when Robert reaches out with one hand to pull him forward.
He tugs his pants down mid thigh before pulling Jude’s cock out into the cool air.
“Fuck.” Jude gasps as he hunches over Robert’s frame, edging him to continue.
Robert grips him firmly. Rubbing his thumb along the underside slowly.
Bending forward, he licks the tip experimentally to see how Jude reacts.
He gets a shudder and shaky breathing, which is more than encouraging.
So he takes the head into his warm mouth, sliding it in as far as he can before pulling it back out with a pop.
He spreads the pre-come at the slit with his tongue all along Jude’s cock.
All the while, Jude is muttering Robert’s name, swears, and gasps into Robert’s ear.
When Robert thinks Jude’s slick enough, he pushes him back unexpectedly.
“Hurry the fuck up and get inside me.” Robert growls as he falls onto his back and spreads his legs wider.
Jude thanks god he hasn’t come yet from the sight and repositions himself over Robert.
He doesn’t enter him immediately.
No, he wants to enjoy every second of this.
Instead, he slides his cock against Robert’s perineum, groaning out loud.
Robert arches up at the feeling.
It’s not what he was expecting, but he’s surly not disappointed.
His hands scramble for purchase on the tiger skin rug underneath him.
Jude watches the wanton display below him with half-lidded eyes as he continues to rub against Robert’s arse.
“Jude! Fuck. Get on with it!” Robert groans after one agonizing minute and then there’s that heartbreaking look again.
Jude has sympathy for Robert and stops, repositioning his cock at Robert’s entrance.
In one swift motion, he’s inside, stretching Robert.
Robert’s moaning and begging for more, pulling Jude closer in hopes of pulling him in deeper.
Then Jude’s in all the way.
He aimlessly licks and bites at Robert’s neck as he listens to Robert’s directions, prompting his visceral urge to fuck.
“Harder. Faster. More.”
Robert’s legs wrap around Jude’s waist, bringing him in deeper with each thrust.
Jude’s knees slide further apart, changing his angle in Robert.
And finally, Jude’s hit his prostate, earning a loud moan.
Robert’s close. He can feel it. But he’s not yet there.
Aside from the curses and moans, Robert manages a “touch me” into Jude’s ear when he crooks his head to the side.
Jude listens, sliding his hands down Robert’s ribs and along his hip before gripping the base of his cock.
He finds a steady rhythm matching his own thrusts so that Robert’s given up directing Jude altogether and just prays to God, and to Jude.
Jude’s close too.
He’s right there.
He can feel it.
But he doesn’t want to yet.
Not until Robert comes first.
So he works Robert harder.
And Robert doesn’t think he can arch his back any further,
or else he’ll break it completely.
It’s the swipe of Jude’s thumb over Robert’s slit that undoes him.
A white, hot, intense flash casts over Robert as he rides through his orgasm, screaming Jude’s name.
Jude groans and cover’s Robert’s mouth with his own to quiet him, and himself when he is hit with his own orgasm.
Robert shudders when he feels Jude’s release inside him.
It’s weird and uncomfortable, but not something he can’t get used to.
--
When they part, Jude rests his head against Robert’s.
They try to catch their breath after their post-orgasmic high.
Robert tightens his arms around Jude when he feels him pull his softening member out of his arse.
He groans when he feels the warm fluid slide down his underside.
Again, it’s not something he can’t get used to.
In fact, he’s looking forward to feeling it again.
He looks up lazily at Jude and gives a crooked smile.
“Was that the best sex you’ve had or what?” Robert’s breath is still shaky.
But Robert can’t help himself,
cause he’s always one to ruin a perfect mood,
As much as was content in resting in Jude’s arms.
Jude sighs and kisses Robert’s forehead.
“Yes. Yes it was, love.” Jude manages a chuckle before falling to lay beside Robert.
“I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to do this again.” Robert smiles seductively and faces Jude.
Jude returns the smile. “Just tell me when and where...”
Robert’s resting his head on Jude’s chest now as he looks up at the ceiling, contemplating.
And finally, he rests his eyes back on Jude’s bright blues.
A hint of mischief behind his, and a smirk.
“Watson’s desk. Right now.”
END.
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