Save your kisses for me...
And now for some Buffyverse RPS kisses.
From As Heroes Fall James/David
For a while they gaze at each other, no further then a breath apart. The air is becoming hot and humid. It’s now quite dark outside and the white flickering light from the TV casts ghostlike shadows on their faces. David’s pupils are large and black and the only sound to be heard is their quickening breathing.
Oh God. He has to stand up and walk away. Like now. Like this second. Why isn’t he moving?
Slowly David licks his lips and before he knows what’s happening James is mimicking the action. As the younger man leans forward James’ brain tries to tell him ‘no, no’, but he remains frozen, fixated on the brown eyes that become a blur as they fill out his vision, finally closing when the warm lips latch onto his.
They taste of whiskey and salty tears, and are soft like velvet. A muffled moan echoes in his ears, but he doesn’t know if it’s his or David’s. When a wet tongue tries to sneak in he opens his mouth, like in trance, welcoming it home. It’s hesitant at first, probing gently, tasting him. But as a second moan is released, and that one obviously comes from James, the tongue grows more confident, more passionate, more demanding.
James can feel his head spinning, like a schoolgirl getting her first French kiss. For a moment everything goes dark and he thinks he’s falling. Only to find out he actually is as strong arms catch him and draw him closer. They have slid down to the floor, kneeling, bodies clinging so tight together that they look like hands clasped in prayer. James can feel David’s hard cock pressing into his, pulsating with need, big hands cupping his ass.
Somewhere in the back of his brain an annoying little voice is telling him to stop this. Remember about not taking advantage and not being hated in the morning? That was a good plan. This is a very bad plan. Hello? But it just feels so fucking good and God, this is what he’s been praying for. Isn’t it?
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From Hiding in Hollywood David/James/Chris
The gentle eyes make his chest tighten and he looks away. Don’t cry. Dammit, don’t cry. “Didn’t think it mattered. Pictured you both straight. Married, kids… where the hell would I fit in?”
“Don’t know. In the middle?”
Chris stares up at him and takes a step back, only to bump into Dave that’s moved up behind him without him even noticing.
“What are you…?”
James’ lips shut him up, soft at first, like he’s giving him time to back out, which is just stupid because why would he? Chris can feel his knees weakening and there’s a strange sensation of falling in his stomach. He’s almost too caught up in the kiss to feel the hands stroking his ass. Almost. But no kiss could distract him from the feel of Dave’s hard cock pressing into his backside. He hisses with pleasure, sandwiched between two of Hollywood’s hottest men. Damn, he can’t believe this is happening. Gasping he pulls away and stares up at James.
“I don’t want a pity fuck.”
“No pity. Just fucking. That’s all we do.” James tilts his head the way that has girls swoon over him all over the planet and raises his scarred eyebrow. “There’s no love here, Chris. No moonlight walks or dinners by candle light. Just fucking. You cool with that?”
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From And Now The End Is Near David/James. This part JAR/James
“James, Jimmy… wake up. Not passing out on us, are you?”
Brown eyes in a brown face. James reaches out and touches the smiling lips, eyes filled with adoration. “Beautiful.” His eyelids feel heavy. “Know that? You’re so fucking beautiful. Bet you taste like chocolate.”
“Oooookaaay. That’s it, man. No more dope for you.”
James frowns and opens his eyes again, then looks around the room. Andy and Alex are playing pool, or so they obviously think though neither of them is very successful. James scans the room for David but he can’t see him anywhere. Shit. His heart starts hammering and he thinks he might just throw up. “Jay, where… where’s Dave? He’s not… Is he gone?”
“Relax, bro. He’s outside breathing in some fresh air. Said he had a headache.”
James looks down at his empty fingers, wondering where his joint is. He’s feeling sad again and he doesn’t want that. But when he looks up at Jay the man shakes his head. “No. You’ve had enough. You’ll feel like shit tomorrow.”
“I feel like shit everyday anyway.” He rubs his right temple with the ball of his hand. “Fucking nicotine patches don’t make a damn difference.” Yeah, cos that’s what making him so miserable. Right.
Jay looks at him with sympathetic eyes, then stands up and gives him his hand. “Get up. One game and I bet I’ll kick your ass.”
James lets him haul him up then standing on shaky legs he looks up. “Bet me what?” The look he gets makes him take an unsteady step back.
“If I win you have a talk with him. A real one. If you win… I’ll give you a taste.”
James stares at him, too baffled to argue. Then he blinks. “A taste of what?”
“Chocolate.” Jay purses his lips and laughs, then walks over to the pool table, leaving James staring after him in shock.
“Give it up, girls. You haven’t hit a single ball in half an hour. Move over and let the big boys play.”
“Hey!” Their indignant protests end in doped up laughter and the happy pair stumble up the stairs, mumbling about the moon and pizza.
Left alone in the room with Jay James suddenly feels anything but calm. He’s been horny since before the night started and the thought of kissing those full lips makes his cock grow even harder. But he doesn’t want Jay, does he? He wants Dave. Dave with his big brown eyes and soft lips and warm hands. But Dave isn’t here. Dave left him and Jay… “But you’re not gay.”
Jay looks over his shoulder at him. “So? Doesn’t mean I can’t kiss you. Fuck Jim, you’re such a girl anyway I wouldn’t know the difference.” And again that happy laugh.
“Oh, I’m the girl?” James smirks. “Well, this girl is going to kick your beautiful black ass.”
Laughing makes him feel a lot better and confident he swings his stick, almost knocking over the bottles of beer on the table. He’s conveniently forgotten the other part of the bet; after all there is no way he’s losing. Even if the stick seems bent and the balls keep going in the wrong direction. Incidentally Jay isn’t any better off and when James just barely sneaks in the eight-ball they both freeze.
After a moment of silence James looks up, biting his lip. “Look, man. It was just a joke, right? I mean, you don’t have to…”
He doesn’t even have time to finish the sentence before he’s being pressed up against the wall, thick soft lips covering his own. Moaning he closes his eyes and lets Jay’s tongue fill his mouth, hot and persistent. Strong hands are holding his waist, his own arms locked around Jay’s neck, pulling him closer. God yes, he needs this. So damn horny, so fucking lonely.
It isn’t until he feels something hard nudging his stomach that he pulls away, panicking. This isn’t right. What the hell is he doing?
Jay is breathing deeply, licking his lips. “Just like a girl. Damn you taste good. If I weren’t so straight I’d take you upstairs and fuck you right now. Except you wouldn’t like that, would you Dave?”
James’s eyes widen in shock and he turns his head to where Jay is looking. Dave is standing in the shadows beneath the stairs, his face hidden by the dark.
“No, I wouldn’t. Get away from him. He’s mine.”
“That’s what I thought." Jay looks down at James, smiling slightly. "Don’t worry, I already got what I wanted.” Jay steps away and James stares at him in confusion but Jay is already looking at Dave again. “Hurt him and I’ll fuck your shit up.”
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From Alley Cats. David/James
"You came."
He nods because there are no words to answer that. Like he wouldn't have? Like he hadn't been waiting and hoping and fucking praying for this since forever? They stare at each other and the darkness in Dave's eyes is so intense that he thinks he might just burst out of his tight jeans. Dave throws down the rest of the cigarette and grinds it to the ground, tiny sparkles of fire fizzling on the dirty concrete. He purses his lips and blows out the reminding smoke from deep within his lunges.
"I didn't know you sm..."
The lips pressing against his are hot and hard and when he parts his own his mouth is filled with a nicotine tasting tongue sweeping around, licking his teeth, pushing against his own tongue that seems to be frozen. There are hands on his hips, pulling him closer and he only resists for one very short second before yielding, feeling each muscle, each bone grinding into his. He takes one step forward and there it is, pushing into his stomach like it wants to drill a hole into him. Like a goddamn snake gnawing its way inside him.
"Fuck, I want you. You've been driving me mad, you know. All those smug little smiles and that little-boy-lost look. You're a player, aren't you Jimmy? Playing with me, wounding me up until all I can think of is you, your mouth, your eyes, your tight ass."
"Not... not playing." He's panting, gasping for breath or maybe just some sanity because he's sure he must be going mad. "Wanted you."
"Yeah?" David is licking his neck, fingers fumbling with the buttons on his jeans and fuck! He's in. Warm hands gripping his cock, squeezing it, pulling it, killing him with need. "Wanted me. Yeah, you do. So fucking hard for me."
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From Jailbirds. Chris/David
“Yeah.” Dave placed the cigarette between his lips and waited for the Zippo to flip open but Chris only smiled, put the lighter in his pocket and leaned over. Their foreheads almost touched and Dave’s hand shook slightly as he sucked and watched the white paper catch fire from Chris’ burning cigarette. His eyes flickered up, meeting Chris’. They were dark and playful and swimming in alcohol. His throat went dry and he swallowed, choking slightly on the smoke.
Chris grinned and pulled back, leaning lazily against the wall and Dave wanted to kiss that smirk right off his face. Settling against the wall he drew the warm smoke into his lunges and wondered how long they had before someone would check up on them. Fifteen minutes? Five? An hour? Chris’ hand rested lightly on his thigh like it was the most natural thing in the world and without thinking Dave’s arm moved up and his fingers started stroking the warm neck under Chris’ long hair.
He’d never smoked a cigarette so fast. Finally done, he threw it on the grimy floor and ground it with the heel of his boot before turning to Chris, licking his lips. Chris blew out a ring of smoke and raised his eyebrows questioningly. “David?”
“Ever fantasize about being someone’s prison bitch?”
Chris started laughing, then he stopped abruptly, eyes widening. “You’re serious.”
“Fucking right I am.”
“You do realize this is not a closed room?” Chris swept his hand across the small enclosure, smoke travelling after it. “No walls, just bars between us and whoever decides to take a stroll down here. That could be anyone at anytime.”
“So?” Dave smirked. “You scared?”
Chris laughed again, shaking his head as he flipped the finished cigarette away. “You’re completely insane, you know that?”
“Nah, I’m just drunk and horny.” Dave stroked his neck gently then entangled his fingers in Chris’ shoulder length hair. His grip tightened and Chris gasped, closing his eyes.
“Can’t even wait ‘til we’re out of here?” His voice was husky.
“Been in here ten minutes, that’s quite long enough.”
Chris opened his mouth to say something and Dave seized the opportunity to pull him in and press their lips together. The taste and texture of Chris’ mouth and tongue was so achingly familiar that for one moment they weren’t in this stinky cell but in his trailer at the set, kissing over porn and Jimmy’s passed out body on the floor. For a second he felt the old guilt, saw Jimmy’s hurt face that last time when he’d woken up and discovered what had been going on behind his back, tasted the tears he’d licked from his face as he assured him it had only been a one time deal. His grip on Chris’ hair tightened even further and he groaned into Dave’s mouth.
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From The Real Thing. James/David
He licked his own lips that suddenly seemed so very dry. “You know, just kiss.”
“You already said that.” Pink tongue. Licking lips. Moisture.
He swallowed. “I did? Well, it’s important, a good kiss.”
“Yeah?” Shortened breath.
“Yeah.”
God, he was disappearing into those eyes. Falling, falling…
The lips felt so much softer than he’d imagined a man’s lips would. Soft but still firm and they didn’t taste of lipstick or gloss. Ok, so they did have a distant taste of old cigarettes and regurgitated booze but when the tongue snuck out and in between his lips that disappeared in a flash of ‘Oh God, I’m kissing James’ quickly followed by ‘Oh fuck, yes’ as thin arms pulled him down.
When his naked chest touched James’ skin he felt a heat spread from that holy point to the rest of his body. Like fire burning in his blood, turning him on like a switch. His fingers found James’ wrists as his hips found their partner and before he had time to think of what the hell he was doing he was grinding their cocks together and James was moaning into his mouth.
Shocked he pulled back, gasping for breath. “Jesus! Jim?”
“Please, Dave. I’m drunk and high but I don’t fucking care. I want you.” He bucked up, rubbing himself against him. “Just fucking take me.”
When their lips met again it was like everything fell into place. Pieces of a puzzle that had lain lost in distant corners and now they clicked together. Dave’s tongue fit James’ mouth like it was made for it, his fingers folding around a wrist that looked naked without them, his legs wrapping around lost limbs, his cock snuggling against an eager friend.
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From Kitchen Confidential. Chris/James
Chris kept his stare for a moment, then nodded. “Okay.” He drained the last drops of beer and threw the bottle in the sink. He then turned to leave but after a few steps stopped, back still turned as he quietly asked, “Do you love him?”
Silence. James stood still, watching the tense shoulders knot under the soft plaid shirt. After a while he stepped forward and put a hand on Chris' shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “I want him. Been wanting him forever. And now that I might have him... Possibly. Maybe. Haven't really permitted myself to think about him that way. Until now.” He swallowed. “I don't know yet.”
Chris stood still, the muscles in his shoulder tensing up like guitar strings under James' palm. Then suddenly he turned around and pushed James up against the fridge, crushing their lips together in a desperate and angry kiss. Claw-like fingers tugging on James' hair, violent thrust of his pelvis grinding their cocks together. Chris pushed his tongue in between James' shocked lips, fucking his mouth deep and hard. Just as quickly he let go and stepped back, licking his lips, eyes dark and glittering.
James stared at him, breath hitching in his throat. “Wha... what was that for?”
Chris shook his head. “Nothing. Go up there and talk to him.” He turned away and stalked out of the kitchen.
As James stood dumbfounded it suddenly dawned on him. For a moment he contemplated having another drink, just to spite the man but after a while he shrugged and followed Chris out of the kitchen then turning right and up the staircase that led to the bedrooms. Pausing outside the closed door he licked his lips, tasting Chris' cigarettes and beer on his tongue. If the guy wanted to be the ghost in a threesome, who was he to say no?
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From One More Shot. Chris/David
He’s leaning against the wall - one beer at his lips, the other cooling his warm neck - when he hears the approaching steps and he closes his eyes. The steps come closer and then they stop, bringing with them a heat burning his skin and warm breath brushing his face. The extra bottle is taken from his hand and he keeps his eyes closed as the sound of the golden liquid being swallowed down makes his mouth water. His palm is cool and wet now, resting against his throat, and he drags it down his chest, wiping the condensation into his skin.
“You left in an awful hurry there, cowboy.”
“Thirsty. Hard work being this damn sexy.”
A low chuckle breathes into his ear and he can’t help the shiver running down his spine. He’s suddenly grabbed by the neck and this time he does open his eyes, if only to catch a glimpse of the heat in David’s own eyes before they slip close and he pulls Chris in for a kiss.
It’s brutal and demanding and he’s achingly hard in a matter of seconds. He hears the sound of glass breaking and realizes he’s dropped the bottle, his hands already clutching at Dave’s shirt, pulling him closer. Been too long. Been too fucking long.
David has him up against the wall, the cool brick pressing into his sweat soaked shirt, sticking it to his back. A warm thigh is pressing between his own and he feels like he’s totally surrounded, wrapped up in David and heat and fucking memories that make his breath hitch.
“Fuck, Dave.”
“Yeah.” The word is hardly more than a growl.
Chris swallows and shakes his head. “I gotta go back in there. We can’t…”
“I’ll be quick.”
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From Breakfast a la Jimmy. James/David
James threw a fifty dollar bill on the table. “Keep the change. Are you coming?”
It took David a moment to realise he was talking to him and he stood up quickly and hurried after James out of the diner. “Jimmy, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
He was pushed to the side and into an alley with a surprising force and before he had time to figure out what was happening James’ lips were crushing his, his body hot and hard pushing him against the wall. The shock only lasted a second and then he was opening his mouth, welcoming the hot tongue inside. James’ thigh was grinding into his groin, making him whimper in need.
James pulled back and gazed up at him, gasps of breath escaping through bruised lips. “Okay?”
He nodded, heaving for breath. “Yes.”
The second kiss was almost more desperate and James’ hands came up, fisting David’s t-shirt, pulling him closer. David didn’t really know where his hands were, all he knew was that he was touching James’ body in ways and places he’d only dreamed off. God, he wanted to drop down and blow him right here! The thought made him moan and he pulled back for a moment, staring straight down into James’ hungry eyes.
“Are we…?”
James growled and grabbed his hand, pushing it against his own bulk. “Feel that? Want you, Dave. Want you so damn much.”
His stomach was doing that strange flying and falling at the same time thing and he felt dizzy. “Fuck, yes. Please.”
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From Closing Time. David/James
But then it was the last day of shooting and there were no smiles, no laughter, no goofing around. Maybe that was why it was so different, feeling that big hand reach down and clutch his own, trembling fingers lacing together in the dark and rainy alley. He looked up to find David's dark eyes watching him, face unreadable, and he gave him a small smile as he squeezed his hand back just as Joss called out for them and he reluctantly let go, saving the memory of that touch in his mind in case that was all he would ever get. Could feel the heat of those strong fingers even as his own turned icy in the freezing rain, through hours of cold and exhaustion, still lingering as he stumbled to his trailer and got out of the wet clothes that he would never have to wear again. Tingling his skin as he took a hot shower, trying to get some warmth back into his bones. Fading slowly as he got dressed and with a last glance back left his trailer, heading for a future of uncertainty. It didn't mean anythi...
In the dark of the parking lot he was grabbed and turned around, back pressed into the side of his car as warm lips crushed down on his and fingers, those fingers, raked through his still damp hair, pulling him closer. An arm around his waist, hips pressing up against his, a thigh begging its way between his own. Just a moment of shock and then he was kissing him back with all the longing he'd suppressed for months, clinging to that strong frame like it was his branch of rescue in the turmoil of swirling water he'd felt he was being pulled into moments before. They moved back and he found himself stumbling up the steps to his trailer, David half-pushing him, half-lifting him up and in and then they were toppling over, landing on the low bed they'd shared so many times before but never like this. Never like this. As the buttons on his jeans were popped open, his t-shirt tugged over his head, he closed his eyes and allowed himself for the first time to hope that perhaps, perhaps...
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From All The World's a Stage. David/James
“I...” He swallows, biting his lip to keep the moan from betraying him even more when the fingers start rubbing him, sliding as they catch the drops of precum popping up from the tip of his cock. “We can't...”
“Sure we can.” David sucks lightly on his neck, lips wet and wishful. “And we should. I've been watching you. Watching me. Wanting me.”
“Haven't...” He groans when the strong finger squeeze him hard. “I'm not... Oh God. I'm not gay!” he finally manages as he turns his head toward Dave. Big mistake. Warm breath slides into his mouth, the heat from Dave's lips scorching his own.
“No?” A tongue flicks out, covering his dry lips in soothing warmth and wetness. “You still want me to kiss you.”
“I... I don't kiss. Not men.” He hates the tears in his voice. Betraying bastard tears. “I never kiss men.”
The dark eyes blink then focus back on him in sudden resolute. “Well, you do now.”
It's everything he's hoped for and feared. Not soft or smooth or delicate but all roughness and power and passion so strong he can't breathe. Their teeth clash and the sound echoes in his ears. When Dave pushes his tongue in between his lips he opens up, sucking him in as if he's drowning. Dave tastes like the chicken salad James watched him eat at lunch, like the Pepsi he drank with it and the cigarette he sneaked of to smoke after. Someone moans, a desperate sound of need, and it hits him like a punch in his gut when he realises it isn't him but Dave. He pulls back, lungs aching with shallow breaths, heart breaking its way out of his chest.
“Why - why are you doing this?”
David's face softens for a moment which is even more frightening than the heat it held before. “Because watching you struggle is too damn painful.”
He shakes his head, trying to get his thoughts straight. “Struggle? Struggle with what?”
“You.”
Dave's fingers tighten in his hair and he's pulled in for another kiss, a deep, slow kiss that makes his eyes roll back in his head and his whole body start to tremble. He feels weak, like he's been struck by the flu. There's fever in his blood and a bug in his brain and the slightest movement is making him dizzy. This time it's Dave that pulls away, sucking in his breath. Eyes still dark but now with a glint of wildness that almost scares him.
“Come on, Jimmy.” The whisper echoes across the empty stage. “You want this. I want this. Isn't it about time you gave in to it? Haven't you waited long enough?”
Heee! This is fun. Although I must admit reading some of these stories again make me cringe. Especially the spelling mistakes. I should probably go over them all and edit. Some day.
From As Heroes Fall James/David
For a while they gaze at each other, no further then a breath apart. The air is becoming hot and humid. It’s now quite dark outside and the white flickering light from the TV casts ghostlike shadows on their faces. David’s pupils are large and black and the only sound to be heard is their quickening breathing.
Oh God. He has to stand up and walk away. Like now. Like this second. Why isn’t he moving?
Slowly David licks his lips and before he knows what’s happening James is mimicking the action. As the younger man leans forward James’ brain tries to tell him ‘no, no’, but he remains frozen, fixated on the brown eyes that become a blur as they fill out his vision, finally closing when the warm lips latch onto his.
They taste of whiskey and salty tears, and are soft like velvet. A muffled moan echoes in his ears, but he doesn’t know if it’s his or David’s. When a wet tongue tries to sneak in he opens his mouth, like in trance, welcoming it home. It’s hesitant at first, probing gently, tasting him. But as a second moan is released, and that one obviously comes from James, the tongue grows more confident, more passionate, more demanding.
James can feel his head spinning, like a schoolgirl getting her first French kiss. For a moment everything goes dark and he thinks he’s falling. Only to find out he actually is as strong arms catch him and draw him closer. They have slid down to the floor, kneeling, bodies clinging so tight together that they look like hands clasped in prayer. James can feel David’s hard cock pressing into his, pulsating with need, big hands cupping his ass.
Somewhere in the back of his brain an annoying little voice is telling him to stop this. Remember about not taking advantage and not being hated in the morning? That was a good plan. This is a very bad plan. Hello? But it just feels so fucking good and God, this is what he’s been praying for. Isn’t it?
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From Hiding in Hollywood David/James/Chris
The gentle eyes make his chest tighten and he looks away. Don’t cry. Dammit, don’t cry. “Didn’t think it mattered. Pictured you both straight. Married, kids… where the hell would I fit in?”
“Don’t know. In the middle?”
Chris stares up at him and takes a step back, only to bump into Dave that’s moved up behind him without him even noticing.
“What are you…?”
James’ lips shut him up, soft at first, like he’s giving him time to back out, which is just stupid because why would he? Chris can feel his knees weakening and there’s a strange sensation of falling in his stomach. He’s almost too caught up in the kiss to feel the hands stroking his ass. Almost. But no kiss could distract him from the feel of Dave’s hard cock pressing into his backside. He hisses with pleasure, sandwiched between two of Hollywood’s hottest men. Damn, he can’t believe this is happening. Gasping he pulls away and stares up at James.
“I don’t want a pity fuck.”
“No pity. Just fucking. That’s all we do.” James tilts his head the way that has girls swoon over him all over the planet and raises his scarred eyebrow. “There’s no love here, Chris. No moonlight walks or dinners by candle light. Just fucking. You cool with that?”
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From And Now The End Is Near David/James. This part JAR/James
“James, Jimmy… wake up. Not passing out on us, are you?”
Brown eyes in a brown face. James reaches out and touches the smiling lips, eyes filled with adoration. “Beautiful.” His eyelids feel heavy. “Know that? You’re so fucking beautiful. Bet you taste like chocolate.”
“Oooookaaay. That’s it, man. No more dope for you.”
James frowns and opens his eyes again, then looks around the room. Andy and Alex are playing pool, or so they obviously think though neither of them is very successful. James scans the room for David but he can’t see him anywhere. Shit. His heart starts hammering and he thinks he might just throw up. “Jay, where… where’s Dave? He’s not… Is he gone?”
“Relax, bro. He’s outside breathing in some fresh air. Said he had a headache.”
James looks down at his empty fingers, wondering where his joint is. He’s feeling sad again and he doesn’t want that. But when he looks up at Jay the man shakes his head. “No. You’ve had enough. You’ll feel like shit tomorrow.”
“I feel like shit everyday anyway.” He rubs his right temple with the ball of his hand. “Fucking nicotine patches don’t make a damn difference.” Yeah, cos that’s what making him so miserable. Right.
Jay looks at him with sympathetic eyes, then stands up and gives him his hand. “Get up. One game and I bet I’ll kick your ass.”
James lets him haul him up then standing on shaky legs he looks up. “Bet me what?” The look he gets makes him take an unsteady step back.
“If I win you have a talk with him. A real one. If you win… I’ll give you a taste.”
James stares at him, too baffled to argue. Then he blinks. “A taste of what?”
“Chocolate.” Jay purses his lips and laughs, then walks over to the pool table, leaving James staring after him in shock.
“Give it up, girls. You haven’t hit a single ball in half an hour. Move over and let the big boys play.”
“Hey!” Their indignant protests end in doped up laughter and the happy pair stumble up the stairs, mumbling about the moon and pizza.
Left alone in the room with Jay James suddenly feels anything but calm. He’s been horny since before the night started and the thought of kissing those full lips makes his cock grow even harder. But he doesn’t want Jay, does he? He wants Dave. Dave with his big brown eyes and soft lips and warm hands. But Dave isn’t here. Dave left him and Jay… “But you’re not gay.”
Jay looks over his shoulder at him. “So? Doesn’t mean I can’t kiss you. Fuck Jim, you’re such a girl anyway I wouldn’t know the difference.” And again that happy laugh.
“Oh, I’m the girl?” James smirks. “Well, this girl is going to kick your beautiful black ass.”
Laughing makes him feel a lot better and confident he swings his stick, almost knocking over the bottles of beer on the table. He’s conveniently forgotten the other part of the bet; after all there is no way he’s losing. Even if the stick seems bent and the balls keep going in the wrong direction. Incidentally Jay isn’t any better off and when James just barely sneaks in the eight-ball they both freeze.
After a moment of silence James looks up, biting his lip. “Look, man. It was just a joke, right? I mean, you don’t have to…”
He doesn’t even have time to finish the sentence before he’s being pressed up against the wall, thick soft lips covering his own. Moaning he closes his eyes and lets Jay’s tongue fill his mouth, hot and persistent. Strong hands are holding his waist, his own arms locked around Jay’s neck, pulling him closer. God yes, he needs this. So damn horny, so fucking lonely.
It isn’t until he feels something hard nudging his stomach that he pulls away, panicking. This isn’t right. What the hell is he doing?
Jay is breathing deeply, licking his lips. “Just like a girl. Damn you taste good. If I weren’t so straight I’d take you upstairs and fuck you right now. Except you wouldn’t like that, would you Dave?”
James’s eyes widen in shock and he turns his head to where Jay is looking. Dave is standing in the shadows beneath the stairs, his face hidden by the dark.
“No, I wouldn’t. Get away from him. He’s mine.”
“That’s what I thought." Jay looks down at James, smiling slightly. "Don’t worry, I already got what I wanted.” Jay steps away and James stares at him in confusion but Jay is already looking at Dave again. “Hurt him and I’ll fuck your shit up.”
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From Alley Cats. David/James
"You came."
He nods because there are no words to answer that. Like he wouldn't have? Like he hadn't been waiting and hoping and fucking praying for this since forever? They stare at each other and the darkness in Dave's eyes is so intense that he thinks he might just burst out of his tight jeans. Dave throws down the rest of the cigarette and grinds it to the ground, tiny sparkles of fire fizzling on the dirty concrete. He purses his lips and blows out the reminding smoke from deep within his lunges.
"I didn't know you sm..."
The lips pressing against his are hot and hard and when he parts his own his mouth is filled with a nicotine tasting tongue sweeping around, licking his teeth, pushing against his own tongue that seems to be frozen. There are hands on his hips, pulling him closer and he only resists for one very short second before yielding, feeling each muscle, each bone grinding into his. He takes one step forward and there it is, pushing into his stomach like it wants to drill a hole into him. Like a goddamn snake gnawing its way inside him.
"Fuck, I want you. You've been driving me mad, you know. All those smug little smiles and that little-boy-lost look. You're a player, aren't you Jimmy? Playing with me, wounding me up until all I can think of is you, your mouth, your eyes, your tight ass."
"Not... not playing." He's panting, gasping for breath or maybe just some sanity because he's sure he must be going mad. "Wanted you."
"Yeah?" David is licking his neck, fingers fumbling with the buttons on his jeans and fuck! He's in. Warm hands gripping his cock, squeezing it, pulling it, killing him with need. "Wanted me. Yeah, you do. So fucking hard for me."
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From Jailbirds. Chris/David
“Yeah.” Dave placed the cigarette between his lips and waited for the Zippo to flip open but Chris only smiled, put the lighter in his pocket and leaned over. Their foreheads almost touched and Dave’s hand shook slightly as he sucked and watched the white paper catch fire from Chris’ burning cigarette. His eyes flickered up, meeting Chris’. They were dark and playful and swimming in alcohol. His throat went dry and he swallowed, choking slightly on the smoke.
Chris grinned and pulled back, leaning lazily against the wall and Dave wanted to kiss that smirk right off his face. Settling against the wall he drew the warm smoke into his lunges and wondered how long they had before someone would check up on them. Fifteen minutes? Five? An hour? Chris’ hand rested lightly on his thigh like it was the most natural thing in the world and without thinking Dave’s arm moved up and his fingers started stroking the warm neck under Chris’ long hair.
He’d never smoked a cigarette so fast. Finally done, he threw it on the grimy floor and ground it with the heel of his boot before turning to Chris, licking his lips. Chris blew out a ring of smoke and raised his eyebrows questioningly. “David?”
“Ever fantasize about being someone’s prison bitch?”
Chris started laughing, then he stopped abruptly, eyes widening. “You’re serious.”
“Fucking right I am.”
“You do realize this is not a closed room?” Chris swept his hand across the small enclosure, smoke travelling after it. “No walls, just bars between us and whoever decides to take a stroll down here. That could be anyone at anytime.”
“So?” Dave smirked. “You scared?”
Chris laughed again, shaking his head as he flipped the finished cigarette away. “You’re completely insane, you know that?”
“Nah, I’m just drunk and horny.” Dave stroked his neck gently then entangled his fingers in Chris’ shoulder length hair. His grip tightened and Chris gasped, closing his eyes.
“Can’t even wait ‘til we’re out of here?” His voice was husky.
“Been in here ten minutes, that’s quite long enough.”
Chris opened his mouth to say something and Dave seized the opportunity to pull him in and press their lips together. The taste and texture of Chris’ mouth and tongue was so achingly familiar that for one moment they weren’t in this stinky cell but in his trailer at the set, kissing over porn and Jimmy’s passed out body on the floor. For a second he felt the old guilt, saw Jimmy’s hurt face that last time when he’d woken up and discovered what had been going on behind his back, tasted the tears he’d licked from his face as he assured him it had only been a one time deal. His grip on Chris’ hair tightened even further and he groaned into Dave’s mouth.
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From The Real Thing. James/David
He licked his own lips that suddenly seemed so very dry. “You know, just kiss.”
“You already said that.” Pink tongue. Licking lips. Moisture.
He swallowed. “I did? Well, it’s important, a good kiss.”
“Yeah?” Shortened breath.
“Yeah.”
God, he was disappearing into those eyes. Falling, falling…
The lips felt so much softer than he’d imagined a man’s lips would. Soft but still firm and they didn’t taste of lipstick or gloss. Ok, so they did have a distant taste of old cigarettes and regurgitated booze but when the tongue snuck out and in between his lips that disappeared in a flash of ‘Oh God, I’m kissing James’ quickly followed by ‘Oh fuck, yes’ as thin arms pulled him down.
When his naked chest touched James’ skin he felt a heat spread from that holy point to the rest of his body. Like fire burning in his blood, turning him on like a switch. His fingers found James’ wrists as his hips found their partner and before he had time to think of what the hell he was doing he was grinding their cocks together and James was moaning into his mouth.
Shocked he pulled back, gasping for breath. “Jesus! Jim?”
“Please, Dave. I’m drunk and high but I don’t fucking care. I want you.” He bucked up, rubbing himself against him. “Just fucking take me.”
When their lips met again it was like everything fell into place. Pieces of a puzzle that had lain lost in distant corners and now they clicked together. Dave’s tongue fit James’ mouth like it was made for it, his fingers folding around a wrist that looked naked without them, his legs wrapping around lost limbs, his cock snuggling against an eager friend.
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From Kitchen Confidential. Chris/James
Chris kept his stare for a moment, then nodded. “Okay.” He drained the last drops of beer and threw the bottle in the sink. He then turned to leave but after a few steps stopped, back still turned as he quietly asked, “Do you love him?”
Silence. James stood still, watching the tense shoulders knot under the soft plaid shirt. After a while he stepped forward and put a hand on Chris' shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “I want him. Been wanting him forever. And now that I might have him... Possibly. Maybe. Haven't really permitted myself to think about him that way. Until now.” He swallowed. “I don't know yet.”
Chris stood still, the muscles in his shoulder tensing up like guitar strings under James' palm. Then suddenly he turned around and pushed James up against the fridge, crushing their lips together in a desperate and angry kiss. Claw-like fingers tugging on James' hair, violent thrust of his pelvis grinding their cocks together. Chris pushed his tongue in between James' shocked lips, fucking his mouth deep and hard. Just as quickly he let go and stepped back, licking his lips, eyes dark and glittering.
James stared at him, breath hitching in his throat. “Wha... what was that for?”
Chris shook his head. “Nothing. Go up there and talk to him.” He turned away and stalked out of the kitchen.
As James stood dumbfounded it suddenly dawned on him. For a moment he contemplated having another drink, just to spite the man but after a while he shrugged and followed Chris out of the kitchen then turning right and up the staircase that led to the bedrooms. Pausing outside the closed door he licked his lips, tasting Chris' cigarettes and beer on his tongue. If the guy wanted to be the ghost in a threesome, who was he to say no?
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From One More Shot. Chris/David
He’s leaning against the wall - one beer at his lips, the other cooling his warm neck - when he hears the approaching steps and he closes his eyes. The steps come closer and then they stop, bringing with them a heat burning his skin and warm breath brushing his face. The extra bottle is taken from his hand and he keeps his eyes closed as the sound of the golden liquid being swallowed down makes his mouth water. His palm is cool and wet now, resting against his throat, and he drags it down his chest, wiping the condensation into his skin.
“You left in an awful hurry there, cowboy.”
“Thirsty. Hard work being this damn sexy.”
A low chuckle breathes into his ear and he can’t help the shiver running down his spine. He’s suddenly grabbed by the neck and this time he does open his eyes, if only to catch a glimpse of the heat in David’s own eyes before they slip close and he pulls Chris in for a kiss.
It’s brutal and demanding and he’s achingly hard in a matter of seconds. He hears the sound of glass breaking and realizes he’s dropped the bottle, his hands already clutching at Dave’s shirt, pulling him closer. Been too long. Been too fucking long.
David has him up against the wall, the cool brick pressing into his sweat soaked shirt, sticking it to his back. A warm thigh is pressing between his own and he feels like he’s totally surrounded, wrapped up in David and heat and fucking memories that make his breath hitch.
“Fuck, Dave.”
“Yeah.” The word is hardly more than a growl.
Chris swallows and shakes his head. “I gotta go back in there. We can’t…”
“I’ll be quick.”
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From Breakfast a la Jimmy. James/David
James threw a fifty dollar bill on the table. “Keep the change. Are you coming?”
It took David a moment to realise he was talking to him and he stood up quickly and hurried after James out of the diner. “Jimmy, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
He was pushed to the side and into an alley with a surprising force and before he had time to figure out what was happening James’ lips were crushing his, his body hot and hard pushing him against the wall. The shock only lasted a second and then he was opening his mouth, welcoming the hot tongue inside. James’ thigh was grinding into his groin, making him whimper in need.
James pulled back and gazed up at him, gasps of breath escaping through bruised lips. “Okay?”
He nodded, heaving for breath. “Yes.”
The second kiss was almost more desperate and James’ hands came up, fisting David’s t-shirt, pulling him closer. David didn’t really know where his hands were, all he knew was that he was touching James’ body in ways and places he’d only dreamed off. God, he wanted to drop down and blow him right here! The thought made him moan and he pulled back for a moment, staring straight down into James’ hungry eyes.
“Are we…?”
James growled and grabbed his hand, pushing it against his own bulk. “Feel that? Want you, Dave. Want you so damn much.”
His stomach was doing that strange flying and falling at the same time thing and he felt dizzy. “Fuck, yes. Please.”
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From Closing Time. David/James
But then it was the last day of shooting and there were no smiles, no laughter, no goofing around. Maybe that was why it was so different, feeling that big hand reach down and clutch his own, trembling fingers lacing together in the dark and rainy alley. He looked up to find David's dark eyes watching him, face unreadable, and he gave him a small smile as he squeezed his hand back just as Joss called out for them and he reluctantly let go, saving the memory of that touch in his mind in case that was all he would ever get. Could feel the heat of those strong fingers even as his own turned icy in the freezing rain, through hours of cold and exhaustion, still lingering as he stumbled to his trailer and got out of the wet clothes that he would never have to wear again. Tingling his skin as he took a hot shower, trying to get some warmth back into his bones. Fading slowly as he got dressed and with a last glance back left his trailer, heading for a future of uncertainty. It didn't mean anythi...
In the dark of the parking lot he was grabbed and turned around, back pressed into the side of his car as warm lips crushed down on his and fingers, those fingers, raked through his still damp hair, pulling him closer. An arm around his waist, hips pressing up against his, a thigh begging its way between his own. Just a moment of shock and then he was kissing him back with all the longing he'd suppressed for months, clinging to that strong frame like it was his branch of rescue in the turmoil of swirling water he'd felt he was being pulled into moments before. They moved back and he found himself stumbling up the steps to his trailer, David half-pushing him, half-lifting him up and in and then they were toppling over, landing on the low bed they'd shared so many times before but never like this. Never like this. As the buttons on his jeans were popped open, his t-shirt tugged over his head, he closed his eyes and allowed himself for the first time to hope that perhaps, perhaps...
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From All The World's a Stage. David/James
“I...” He swallows, biting his lip to keep the moan from betraying him even more when the fingers start rubbing him, sliding as they catch the drops of precum popping up from the tip of his cock. “We can't...”
“Sure we can.” David sucks lightly on his neck, lips wet and wishful. “And we should. I've been watching you. Watching me. Wanting me.”
“Haven't...” He groans when the strong finger squeeze him hard. “I'm not... Oh God. I'm not gay!” he finally manages as he turns his head toward Dave. Big mistake. Warm breath slides into his mouth, the heat from Dave's lips scorching his own.
“No?” A tongue flicks out, covering his dry lips in soothing warmth and wetness. “You still want me to kiss you.”
“I... I don't kiss. Not men.” He hates the tears in his voice. Betraying bastard tears. “I never kiss men.”
The dark eyes blink then focus back on him in sudden resolute. “Well, you do now.”
It's everything he's hoped for and feared. Not soft or smooth or delicate but all roughness and power and passion so strong he can't breathe. Their teeth clash and the sound echoes in his ears. When Dave pushes his tongue in between his lips he opens up, sucking him in as if he's drowning. Dave tastes like the chicken salad James watched him eat at lunch, like the Pepsi he drank with it and the cigarette he sneaked of to smoke after. Someone moans, a desperate sound of need, and it hits him like a punch in his gut when he realises it isn't him but Dave. He pulls back, lungs aching with shallow breaths, heart breaking its way out of his chest.
“Why - why are you doing this?”
David's face softens for a moment which is even more frightening than the heat it held before. “Because watching you struggle is too damn painful.”
He shakes his head, trying to get his thoughts straight. “Struggle? Struggle with what?”
“You.”
Dave's fingers tighten in his hair and he's pulled in for another kiss, a deep, slow kiss that makes his eyes roll back in his head and his whole body start to tremble. He feels weak, like he's been struck by the flu. There's fever in his blood and a bug in his brain and the slightest movement is making him dizzy. This time it's Dave that pulls away, sucking in his breath. Eyes still dark but now with a glint of wildness that almost scares him.
“Come on, Jimmy.” The whisper echoes across the empty stage. “You want this. I want this. Isn't it about time you gave in to it? Haven't you waited long enough?”
Heee! This is fun. Although I must admit reading some of these stories again make me cringe. Especially the spelling mistakes. I should probably go over them all and edit. Some day.