Winnipeg, 43 Degrees Celsius
Title: Winnipeg
Author: china_shop
Pairing: Hugh/Callum, RPS
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: I think this is my very favorite Hugh/Callum fic. It's just...I can't even put my finger on why I love it so much, but I came back from vacation, and read this, and was just BOWLED over. Hugh is just SO woobie and in love and trying to hold it in, just how I like him. It's regular rereading now. And, um, the sex is really kind of ridiculously hot.
The sky was low and gray, and the air smelled dirty. Hugh wished he’d worn his coat instead of his bomber jacket, and when he caught sight of his reflection in the glass doors of the theatre, he wished it even more. He turned his back on the image and spat in the gutter. “Anything?”
Callum gave the listings another glance and shrugged. “I’m easy.”
There were people passing by-kids, half a dozen teenage guys shoving each other and giggling, and some couples lined up at the box office-but no one was looking at them, no one was listening. Hugh felt his face flush anyway, and flicked his cigarette butt onto the ground so he could shove his hands in his jeans pockets. “Say that again.”
Callum snickered. “You’re so fucking easy.” And Hugh forgot about movies and how fat he looked and the guys and the gig and Winnipeg and prepping for Hard Core fucking Logo, because his head was full of fantasies: Callum’s hands on him; Callum bending over and taking it, his back slippery with sweat; Callum sucking cock.
“Yeah,” he agreed, because it was true. It didn’t take anything at all to get him thinking about sex when he was with Callum.
Callum shook his head in mock dismay, and turned and walked away down the street.
Winnipeg (china_shop's RPS fic is f-locked, but you can ask her to be added to her filter)
Title: 43 Degrees Celsius
Author: brooklinegirl
Pairing: Hugh/Callum/Molly, RPS
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: Um, because it's awesome? Because I have a really ridiculous obsession with m/m/f threesomes? Because it's Hugh and Callum and MOLLY? Because it's porn written by brooklinegirl? Need I say more?
Hugh is all over the idea of girls who are into Callum. There is nothing about that that isn't hot. Chicks like that, who want to fuck Callum, that just shows they just appreciate Callum and how fucking hot he is. Hugh knows that; Hugh is right on top of that. So that's not a problem.
He leans back against the wall, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and letting his head drop back, watching the filming through slitted eyes. Hugh has no clue what this fucked-up movie is about, but Jesus, Callum's good at what he does. He shuts himself off before filming, just before a scene - wanders away from everyone and smokes and rocks on his heels, just he looks off into the distance and when he turns around ready for filming, there's this weird, dead look in his eyes that sends a shiver down Hugh's spine. Fucking creepy, man, and it makes Hugh happy that Callum shakes it off right after the director yells, "Cut!"
Hugh watches as they finish the scene, the director giving them notes for tomorrow's filming. Callum and Molly stand there talking quietly together, and Molly leans in close for a second, saying something that makes Callum break into that wide-open laugh he gives. Molly tilts her head to the side, grinning, and Hugh, crushing his cigarette underneath his boot and strolling in their direction, thinks that she has a perfect blowjob mouth.
43 Degrees Celsius
Author: china_shop
Pairing: Hugh/Callum, RPS
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: I think this is my very favorite Hugh/Callum fic. It's just...I can't even put my finger on why I love it so much, but I came back from vacation, and read this, and was just BOWLED over. Hugh is just SO woobie and in love and trying to hold it in, just how I like him. It's regular rereading now. And, um, the sex is really kind of ridiculously hot.
The sky was low and gray, and the air smelled dirty. Hugh wished he’d worn his coat instead of his bomber jacket, and when he caught sight of his reflection in the glass doors of the theatre, he wished it even more. He turned his back on the image and spat in the gutter. “Anything?”
Callum gave the listings another glance and shrugged. “I’m easy.”
There were people passing by-kids, half a dozen teenage guys shoving each other and giggling, and some couples lined up at the box office-but no one was looking at them, no one was listening. Hugh felt his face flush anyway, and flicked his cigarette butt onto the ground so he could shove his hands in his jeans pockets. “Say that again.”
Callum snickered. “You’re so fucking easy.” And Hugh forgot about movies and how fat he looked and the guys and the gig and Winnipeg and prepping for Hard Core fucking Logo, because his head was full of fantasies: Callum’s hands on him; Callum bending over and taking it, his back slippery with sweat; Callum sucking cock.
“Yeah,” he agreed, because it was true. It didn’t take anything at all to get him thinking about sex when he was with Callum.
Callum shook his head in mock dismay, and turned and walked away down the street.
Winnipeg (china_shop's RPS fic is f-locked, but you can ask her to be added to her filter)
Title: 43 Degrees Celsius
Author: brooklinegirl
Pairing: Hugh/Callum/Molly, RPS
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: Um, because it's awesome? Because I have a really ridiculous obsession with m/m/f threesomes? Because it's Hugh and Callum and MOLLY? Because it's porn written by brooklinegirl? Need I say more?
Hugh is all over the idea of girls who are into Callum. There is nothing about that that isn't hot. Chicks like that, who want to fuck Callum, that just shows they just appreciate Callum and how fucking hot he is. Hugh knows that; Hugh is right on top of that. So that's not a problem.
He leans back against the wall, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and letting his head drop back, watching the filming through slitted eyes. Hugh has no clue what this fucked-up movie is about, but Jesus, Callum's good at what he does. He shuts himself off before filming, just before a scene - wanders away from everyone and smokes and rocks on his heels, just he looks off into the distance and when he turns around ready for filming, there's this weird, dead look in his eyes that sends a shiver down Hugh's spine. Fucking creepy, man, and it makes Hugh happy that Callum shakes it off right after the director yells, "Cut!"
Hugh watches as they finish the scene, the director giving them notes for tomorrow's filming. Callum and Molly stand there talking quietly together, and Molly leans in close for a second, saying something that makes Callum break into that wide-open laugh he gives. Molly tilts her head to the side, grinning, and Hugh, crushing his cigarette underneath his boot and strolling in their direction, thinks that she has a perfect blowjob mouth.
43 Degrees Celsius