PSL: Truth and lies

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Cal wouldn't deny that part of him had wanted this from the very beginning. Having sex with him hadn't changed how he felt, hadn't sated the urge and let him move past it, it made it rise to the surface, harder to ignore. Now here they were, Eli playing the other half of the con with him as they worked their way into the porn production office, and

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[radicalliars]

Eli wants to test that. The safe word, resisting, saying no and seeing how Cal reacts. Pulling at the ties that will hold him down, begging him to stop with words that aren't the one that matters. He wants to see how much Cal likes it. He wants to find out how much he likes it, too. He likes the idea that unlike when Cal has his hands pinned down to the bed, that Cal can still touch him, that he can slide hands over his arms or down his chest or wherever he pleases. The more he thinks about it, the more Eli finds that he likes the fact that there's nothing he could do to stop him. It's trust, surrender, giving in, trusting Cal not to go too far, trusting that he'll stop when Loker needs him to.

And he does trust him. He's looking at him, a little wide-eyed, nervous, but he does want it. His gaze flicking to the ties in Cal's hands as he moves into his space, straddling a thigh and using his knee to push them apart. He leans into the kiss, it's hungry, a little wanton, because he's turned on just from the idea of this, he wants it, wants Cal to tie him up, and he wants to say no and see where that takes them.

He's pretending, for the moment at least, that this ends somewhere other than back at the porn studio. Because he can't think about that, not now. His arms are at his sides on the bed, a slight twitch in his hands from nervous desire.

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He knows Eli's nervous, he can see it in his face, but it's in his body too. It's in the tension in his arms, the way his attention keeps going to the ties Cal has in his hand. He skims fingertips down Eli's arm. This first time, he's not going to take until Eli's bound. He wants Eli to give this to him freely, to have the space to change his mind if he needs to.

"Give me your hands," Cal says as he pulls from the kiss and moves closer, up over Eli so that for the moment he's straddling his hips, just barely resting his weight on him, and very aware of the presence of Eli's hard cock pressing up between his legs through his jeans. He knows the drag of denim is a little much, might be enough to get him squirming for that alone.

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He shivers a little as Cal's fingers skim down his arms. He likes the tone of his voice as he asks for his hands as he pulls back from the kiss, leaving Eli's lips flushed. His breath catches as Cal shifts, straddling his hips, leaning over him. There's a gasp at the rub of denim against his cock, the way his body shakes at the press of the rough fabric. He's looking up at him as he moves his hands, brings them up off the bed, softly pulling his hands up between them, pressing them against Cal's chest, and his heart starts racing.

It's hotter than it should be, but Eli has said that about a number of things in his life. Dildos, men, Cal. He's waiting, and it's more anticipation than anything. He wants to struggle, too, protest, but he needs these first moments like this: open and honest, giving and taking with the both of them knowing. After his hands are tied; somehow, that seems safer. Somehow safer to struggle when he can't get away.

[facs_lightman]

Cal inches closer along Eli's body as he raises his hands and presses them against his chest. It's submission, and it's only that because it's trust, first and foremost. Eli's nervous, but he's not afraid, and that's the way it should be.

He binds Eli's wrists snugly with one of the ties, the way he does so ensuring he can't escape, and loops the second tie around the binding and uses it to tether him to the bed frame above him. It's not spread eagled, nothing uncomfortable or severe, but it's secure and leaves him room to squirm and fight back. He tightens the knot he loops through the bed frame so that Eli's arms are pulled straight above his head.

Cal lightly caresses one of Eli's palms with his fingertips and then leans down to catch his mouth in a hard kiss, because Eli is so gorgeous like this, naked and tied down and vulnerable for whatever Cal wants to do to him. He hopes he fights, wants to push him enough that he pushes back.

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He forgets to breathe when Cal takes his wrists, binds them in the silk fabric of his tie. He shivers, because there's something sensual, erotic, about this sort of trust. The way he knots the fabric around his wrists is firm, secure, not something that he could get out of. He tests them without thinking about it, just a slight way that his wrists jerk in the bindings, not enough to pull his wrists from Cal's hands. The other tie draws his hands up as Cal anchors them to the headboard, and as he tightens it, his hands are pulled straight over his head, stretching his body out.

He murmurs, a flutter of his eyelashes as a finger teases at the palm of his hand, his fingers curling to try and catch Cal's hand, but he pulls back. Instead, slipping down Eli's body, Cal kisses him hard, and Eli's arching a little, leaning up into it, because h likes this, he likes it a lot. There's an almost electric feeling against his skin, something about being tied up, at Cal's mercy, and it's delicious and nerve-wracking all at the same time. He's still not afraid, and a quiet part of him isn't sure he ever could be scared of Cal.

Maybe that's what makes it okay, makes it okay to struggle, too. He wants to push.

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Eli's testing the bonds already, and Cal's imagining what he'll be like later, on the set, when they have actual gear and lights and toys. Cal is looking forward to the toys, different than just the slender dildos Eli kept at home and sometimes brought to the office. He wants to try it all, all the things Eli said he might be into and more. But more is for later, after this, because it's a step at a time. He doesn't want to push too far all at once and scare him away from this side of things.

He presses a hand to Eli's chest to hold him down as he leans away, and his mind is racing ahead to what he's going to do to him and he realizes he doesn't know where Eli keeps the lube in his room. He knows he has it, because of the way he fucks himself when he's alone. Cal's attention flicks to the night stand, his best guess, and instead of going for it just now he decides to try and get Eli to arch again, to squirm beneath him, and he leans to brush his lips against a nipple, flicking his tongue against it slowly. 

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He shifts a little as Cal presses a hand to his chest, holding him down as he leans back. He's so on edge from this, aware of the silk fabric against his skin, the way it bites into his skin when he yanks against them. He's breathless, wants this, although he can hardly process that thought. He moans when Cal's mouth brushes against one of his nipples, flicking his tongue over it, and it hardens under the touch. He arches, his body squirming, leaning into it with a low whine because oh, that feels good.

He likes the way it feels, squirming under the weight of Cal's body, the rough rub of denim that's almost too much, too sharp, too rough, and he whines, his back arching, and it pulls his wrists tight against the restraints, makes his arms pull tight. He wants to touch, wants to slide his hands down the lines and flexing muscles of his shoulders, but he can't and it just makes him squirm harder again his restraints.

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Cal teases him and pushes him and Eli begs for him to stop, but they never reach a place where Loker is so beyond his comfort zone that he uses the safe word. Not even when he's so overwhelmed he's practically thrashing, tugging at his bindings with hands curled into tight fists. It's good they're soft because if it were cuffs, he'd be digging into his skin. They don't dip into other kinks, none of the ones mentioned, except maybe for spanking, but only just barely. Cal swats his ass little more than playfully once or twice as he's trying to get him to stop squirming quite so much so that he can fuck him.

Cal can't believe he's going to spend the afternoon like this, with Eli possibly in a skirt, fastening him into more serious restraints, spanking him, maybe choking him. They don't try that at Eli's place, but maybe they should have.

When they arrive at the studio for their shoot, they're late, and they look unmistakably fucked. Cal hadn't bothered to try and hide it. His hair wasn't quite as tamed as it usually was, though otherwise his appearance wasn't different, because it was always casual and untucked. Eli, on the other hand, looked well and thoroughly ruffled. He's fixed his clothes, but the shirt has a look about it like it spent some time on the floor earlier, and try as he might Loker can't tame the mess of curls the same as they had been this morning. Cal's finishing his cold coffee as they come in to the office because, first things first, there's paperwork to sign and money to change hands, and before sitting down to his stack of forms to sign he grins up at Eli, eyebrows wagging playfully. This is going to be fun, and the more fun they have with it, the more the set crew gets into it, and the more chance they have of finding out what Donalds role is in the disappearances, because no one is going to act oddly if they suspect they're being played. And even if they do, there will be signs of that, telltale signs that they're hiding.

[radicalliars]

Eli is just a little bit timid as they walk in late, apologizing and still trying to tame his curls that refuse to give the look of anything but post-sex hair. There is playful teasing over paperwork, and Eli finds there's something striking, something about how he scribes Eli Lightman in the space next to Cal's name at the bottom of each page about liability, the agreement about the lack of publishing rights, so on and so forth. Legalese signed in triplicate, so it was late afternoon by the time they even stepped into the studio.

It was a clear school setup, but unlike the tapes with Jason, this was more lecture hall than highschool classroom. Eli leaned in to Cal, curling his hand with the other man's. He was excited about this, even if they'd just had sex, well. To say that Eli had never had any fantasies like this would be a lie. Errant dreams from back in college, when he first stumbled across Cal's works. He'd sounded so brilliant, science that was almost like magic, but provable, and downright sexy. Sex dreams that started with a guest lecturer and ended with bent over the edge of the desk.

He's been trying to pretend like the school thing is just part of the job. He's not sure if Cal buys it. A woman with a headset and a bright smile offers to show them around, let them choose what sort of toys they want to use.

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Cal looks pleased with the set they've made up for them, like a lecture hall. Cal's wandered in ahead of the set workers and drags his fingertips over the desk. He turns and sees Eli, still trying to tame his hair, still not quite comfortable now that it's happening. Cal grabs hold of him, arm slung around his middle and he pulls him close so they're walking side by side, unable to do anything but walk in time, following the woman as she lead them to toys.

"You okay, love?" Cal asks softly, erring on the side of more affectionate, incase anyone is listening. He rubs his hand up and down Eli's side, letting it slip low over his hip.

[radicalliars]

Eli's gaze lingers as Cal touches the desk, and it runs a shiver through his body. It's hot, and it makes him bite his bottom lip. He wants this, and it makes him press in against Cal's side when he pulls Eli in close. He murmurs in soft contentment as Cal rubs fingers along his side, curling around his hip. It's just finally sinking in, with the crew and the cameras, that they're really going to do this. He hadn't really grasped just how many people there would be. He flashes a smile and a soft shrug of his shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It was just... a little overwhelming for a moment."

They have toys that Eli has never even heard of. Bars to keep his ankles spread, padded restraints and collars and leashes in a rainbow of hues, dildos and vibrators in an expansive array of lengths, width and colors. Some of them make Eli's eyes boggle from the simple thought of how anyone could fit those things anywhere inside their body. There are floggers and paddles, rope out of silk so it wont burn as much against skin, blindfolds in silk and leather, and a variety of gags that range from keeping someone quiet, to keeping their mouth open.

And then she's asking them what they want to use, and Eli doesn't quite know what to say. Because -- wow.

[facs_lightman]

Eli's nervous. Cal is, somewhat, too, just because he's not so much a fan of a lot of people being privy to his private life, but he's not as nervous as Eli obviously is. He presses a kiss to his shoulder and keeps his arm around him as they come to the table of toys, and Cal takes them in and then looks into Eli's face to see his reaction. His eyes are wide, and he's clearly overwhelmed by the variety and possibly the nature of some of them.

Cal's only concern is if they're new or not, and though it was discussed before and was noted in the contract, he asks again to be sure because he has a thing about knowing where things have been. Then he makes decisions, pointing and listing them off decisively where Eli couldn't manage to get any words out.

"The padded restraints… those ones," he points to a thicker set that's midnight blue leather, "The spreader, these," he points to a medium length dildo that's a little more slender than Cal is, and then points to another two, one roughly as thick and the other thicker, and then he eyes the leashes and collars. "Maybe the leash and collar… and maybe a crop. We'll have to see about that, won't we, love?"

Cal glances up at Eli. He's enjoying this part, too, Eli so easily surprised by all of the things and Cal was aware that Eli probably didn't expect him to be quite as familiar with them as he was.

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It sinks in, suddenly, with the way that Cal is decisive, pointing at things, naming things off, and the woman is quickly moving to collect them, that Cal knows what he's doing, isn't new to this. It wasn't just ties and the bedframe that Cal knew his way around, and that makes his eyelashes flutter. It's sexy, even though he's new to this, it's nice, in a way, that Cal isn't. It makes it that much easier to trust that he wont push him too far. That even if Eli hardly knows what half of these things are for, that Cal does. And there's an eagerness, too, a desire, a want to have Cal show him.

There's a brunette with bright red lipstick that appears, leading Eli away with a smile, declaring that she promises to return him, once he's all done up. Cal gets run through makeup too; with an explanation about how the intensity of the lights washes out the color in the face. There's an element of computer correction too, but some foundation and a little color in the cheeks does wonders.

The man that first brought them back is talking with Cal about the potential benefit of having a rough scripted outline to go with, or he can just let them play it by ear, and make sure the cameras are set up to cover it. And that's when Eli walks back up, in a pleated navy and green plaid skirt that just barely covers his ass, white knee-high stockings, black stiletto heels and a short white button-down blouse that ties at the bottom of his ribcage. His curls are neatly arranged, and he smiles shyly at Cal as he walks closer.

There's a slight sway to his hips, a spark in his eyes, and there's a sudden flash there, a realization: he likes this. This is a kink, this is something that he likes, likes a lot, and it's so hot his eyes are half-lidded.

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When Cal sees Eli come out in heels, he stops breathing. His legs are so, so long, and Cal's eyes follow them all the way up. That little skirt won't even need to come off to fuck him, or to spank him, because God, it's so short it's practically nonexistent. He wonders what kind of underwear they've got him in, because if he wasn't wearing any, that would be obvious enough. He's thinking about Eli tucking into a tight thong…

The button-down and the knee-high stockings make the look, and Cal hadn't noticed before how he almost had curves, the exposed midriff just feminine enough to make the outfit sultry rather than out of place. The curls worked in his favor, neat ringlets, and Cal grinned as he noticed the way Eli's walking, skillfully on the heels, hips swaying. There are secrets here, Eli's worn heels before and he never said anything to Cal about that, and he likes this, he can see it all over his face. Cal's getting hard already, and it's going to be obvious soon enough. He shifts slightly, unable to even look away from Eli.

Cal had opted not to have a script. He didn't want to have to remember someone else's lines, and he'd rather just wing it and go with what came to mind. He had plenty of ammunition to work from for filthy things to say to Eli.

"Well, look at you…" Cal grins. He can't wait to get his hands on Eli.

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It is a thong they've got him tucked into; white as the knee-highs, and it curves to accent his ass in absolutely decadent sorts of ways. He likes the way the skirt moves, brushing along the tops of his thighs, the way the pleats swish to the sway of his hips, and fuck, he feels hot. He feels sexy and fuckable, and that maybe has a lot to do with the way that Cal's looking at him, hazel eyes following him as if he can't bring himself to look away. His eyelashes flutter, thicker with mascara, his blue eyes seem bigger with the hint of liner. Eli made the point that he didn't want to be made up like a girl, but he made a few concessions. Feminine without entirely looking like a woman is the idea, not that he's in much danger of that.

He's worn heels before, once for a party joke, twice for a girl that said please, but it's never been like this before. He's never been this turned on by it, taken such pleasure in the slight shift of his weight as he walks that makes his hips move, the skirt flare. He bites his bottom lip as he moves in close, slipping in and wrapping Cal in an embrace, slender arms that go around his waist.

"You like it?" He questions, a shy smile as he's almost glowing with excitement.