Fic: Addendum (Sasan/OFC, NC-17)
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Title: Addendum
Characters: Sasan/OFC
Rating: NC-17, baby
Word Count: 2,452
Summary: Have you read THIS? Good. Then this will automatically make sense.
Disclaimer: Not mine! (Evelyn is all tju_tju_tju_tju's!)
He actually couldn't stop himself from crying when he was driving back home. That was… probably one of the bigger setbacks about being gay. Ish. He had these horrible habits of behaving like a girl in sentimental situations and this was… Well, to say the least, he was relatively certain that the ice cream would fail him again.
But he was still Sasan, gay-ish Sasan, who was relatively certain that this would take him a while to get over. It wasn't everyday that someone ran into a sexuality-shimmying experience.
He also couldn't go to the gym.
He could see it now, spending weeks and weeks doing nothing but eating ice cream-
The phone rang, and he waited one, two beats before finally succumbing and picking it up.
"What?"
"Did you tell her?" he could hear Tori's urgent voice ring out. "I've been trying to call you all night basically!
His heart sank. "Yes."
"And???"
"And… nothing."
"But I thought she-"
"She's on a flight back to Vermont as we speak." He was too tired, too weary, too exhausted to even try to crack jokes. It was a sad day.
"I didn't know you would be that terrible a trying to be straight."
He really wished she could see his face. "She hates LA, not me, you insensitive twat."
"So you just let her leave like that??"
"I… kissed her. What was I supposed to do, tie her up and put a gun to her head?"
"Yes!! Go back there and get her! Catch her before she leaves!"
"Tori," he said, clearly getting exasperated with all this false hope, "I dropped her off maybe twenty minutes ago. If I try to go back… She's probably gone already and I don't like you teasing me like this. I can't catch her, okay? It's just… pointless trying. I'm fast, but I'm not that fast. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and eat another five gallons of ice cream."
Hanging up, he made a face, wiping the tears from his cheeks. This was ridiculous.
This was exactly why he stuck to random sexual encounters.
Right. All he'd need was a good fuck - with a guy (it was so awkward feeling like he had to specify all of a sudden) - and it would all be out of his system.
***
It was times like these - and times that he brought home random fucks - that he was so glad he had his own entrance. His mother would be all over him with questions on why his eyes were so red and puffy and why his hair was such a mess.
Opening the door, he almost dropped the tub of ice cream he had bought for himself. (That would have hurt.)
"Evelyn? I thought-"
She licked her lips and he had to force himself to look away from where she was sitting on his bed. His bed.
"Yeah, uh… why don't you… come in? Um."
"Oh, right." Kicking the door closed behind him, he set the ice cream onto the floor. "Um. How did you…?"
"Get in?" She smiled softly, making his stomach flutter uncomfortably again. "I tried to call Tori, but she was constantly busy, so I called someone else from set that would know, who gave me… what was that girl's name? Jamie? Well, her phone number, and she apparently hates me, but she gave me your address anyway, and when I got here, your mom showed me how to get to… your guest house, I guess. She was really happy to see me? I mean, she unlocked the door and everything and even offered to pay me. Um."
He was shaking his head, confusion getting the better of him. "Well, yes, uh, wow, but… why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be on a plane back to Vermont?"
Her gaze fell sheepishly, and she ran a nervous hand through her hair. "I am, but, um… Hollywood might be horrible, but you… um, you might have been another reason I was leaving? It's… self-destructive behavior to fall for a gay guy, and, uh, when you told me… I mean…"
His mouth was hanging open. That had to be unattractive.
"I couldn't just… I couldn't just leave like that, you know? I mean, if you really meant what you said-"
He nodded, eyes still wide.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is… make me stay?"
She was biting her lip and staring up at him with such big eyes - she was so short - and all he could really see was… hopeful? Was that it?
His mouth twitched up in what could be described in a small smile, more hesitant and scared than he had expected of himself.
"Yeah," he said slowly, inching forward as she stood, looking so small and fragile and frail that it was making his head spin. "I just… this is sort of new for me, and…"
"No, I understand," she said, nodding.
If he wasn't so unsure of himself, he could have sworn her heartbeat was racing about as fast as his.
"I, uh, don't know what to do," he stammered, hand almost reaching out to hers.
"It's not all that different, really," she whispered, licking her lips again. "Um, really it's just… a different hole."
Well, when you put it like that-
He took a deep breath, leaning down to kiss her, and this time it was different. Different because… kissing someone at an airport has an air of an ultimatum attached to it-there's nothing else coming. Kissing someone in one's bedroom…
An entirely different story.
When he kissed guy in here, it was different than this, too. A different… feeling? It had that impending sense of the random sexual encounter, something heated and sudden that ended in the promise of many more in many different locker rooms or so on and so forth. Never commitment.
It didn't add up.
If being gay meant not committing, and everything about this felt different-
This was very, very serious, and he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that.
If he closed the gap between them now, it meant something. Like… a ripple in his very existence. He'd kissed her before - yes - but, again, that was different and-
He was overthinking things. Sasan never overthought things.
He kissed her.
It was weird how his hands knew exactly where to go, because, well, maybe this wasn't all that different. Hands in hair - just longer, softer-
And on some level, he had to admit that she was almost more… pleasant to kiss, just because her face was already soft and not quite so stubbly. Curious. Something he wasn't used to at all on a normal basis.
Then her own hands found his neck and his hair and her fingernails made shivers run down his spine that he almost couldn't control, running straight to-
He groaned.
Almost as if on instinct - that was pretty much the only thing he was still going on - one of his hands left her hair, pausing on the back of her neck, running down her back, curious, curious, eager to see what all this unknown territory really held.
An experience. Something entirely different and new.
And he found he liked it, in a way, when his hand found the curve of her ass, the feeling so different from what he was used to, the small of her waist and the delicacy of her lower back almost drawing his hands there as if through sheer magnetism.
When she whimpered, he almost froze.
He was used to the manly noises - if gay men really could be manly - the grunts, the groans, the growls, not soft whimpers and moans and whispers.
He didn't expect to grow hard at those, too.
When she took his hand from her face - it seemed to have moved of its own volition - and placed it softly on her chest, just above her breast, he faltered again, and she broke the kiss, if only momentarily.
"You don't have to do this, you know," she whispered, and he shook his head.
"No, I-I want to," he breathed out, slowly letting his hand find its own way. "I just… am learning, I guess."
"It's not all that different, I don't-"
"No," he cut her off. "It is different - incredibly different. But that's why it's… that's why…"
Shaking his head, he took her hand this time, and placed it on his crotch, his body bucking forward almost involuntarily.
"Oh-" she stammered, eyes going wide. "I didn't know I was-"
"Yeah," he said with a hint of a smile. "Yeah."
Her other hand, still on his neck - fingernails - softly willed him down to kiss her again. A bit awkward, because of the height difference - almost a foot - but it worked, somehow.
Then her hand traveled lower to rest on his back and, yes, there was a difference there, too - less rough, less almost… overpowering, and he let his hand move, finally.
It felt strange in his hand, touching her there, but even that was small and delicate and seemingly fragile in his hands, but she practically hissed when he did something - not sure - so maybe not as fragile as his mind wanted him to believe.
When she began to unbutton his shirt, he almost gasped into her mouth out of surprise, even though he realized perfectly well that this was the natural next step to follow, of sorts, and his hand somewhat lingered at the hem of her shirt until she broke the kiss and placed a finger on his lips to pause him, pulling her shirt off and throwing it aside.
That was a completely new sort of thing, too - sure, he'd seen Tori and Janey in nothing but bra and panties, sometimes less, but this was… different.
Contextually, he should be sweating right now out of nervousness. The closet make-out scene rang clear in his head again, and his mind was racing, hands suddenly coming up, eager to help her out, too, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall to the floor.
Awkward.
Awkward until she pulled him down to her again, and this time even their kissing was different, more heated, more urgent, more sudden, her hands on his chest and over his arms and his back and in his hair - fingernails, oh god - lips seemingly bruising from all this, all until she reached for the button on his jeans and-
The phone rang.
"Oh fuck," he swore, throwing the phone an angry glare.
"Ignore it?" she offered, and he sighed, looking to see who it was.
"Tori, I will murder you if this has to do with anything less important than the fact that you've died."
When she hung up the phone, he turned his off and threw it aside.
"That reminds me, what if one of your parents-"
"They won't," he said matter-of-factly. "They know you're here, they know you're gorgeous, they know you're… well, female, and they know that we're alone, at night… just, trust me, they won't disturb me."
"Oh, good. Where was I?"
It didn't seem like such a pressing question when she just reached for his pants unzipped, pulling them down, kissing down his chest all along as she shimmied out of her own jeans.
Then, just before she'd reached his boxers, a thought hit him.
"You've-you've done this before, right?" he stammered, eyes going wide.
"What? Oh! Oh, yes, of course!"
"Oh thank god."
That seemed to be the last coherent thought that passed his mind until she slipped down his boxers, kneeling in front of him, and took him into her mouth.
Then the only coherent thought that was left was something akin to oh god yes, and even here - especially because he shaved - the lack of stubble was more than an amazing feeling. And so foreign.
It wasn't until he pushed her away, eyes wide, that he could even so much as attempt to think straight again. "I-too mu-nnrgl."
She seemed to understand it, though, much to his amazement - something about people who stuff their mouths full of food and continue talking anyway - and the next thing he knew, they were both on his bed, this time kissing again just as fiercely as they had been before.
"Do you want me to be on top, or-" she looked at him with big eyes, and his stomach fluttered again.
"I think I might want to… try," he stammered, and she nodded as he turned things around, kicking off his boxers as she unhooked her bra and threw it aside, slipping out of her panties.
"I don't know if I can… return the favor… just yet," he added, giving her lower regions a confused look.
"Oh! Oh, that's totally fine… one step at a time, yeah?" she said, smiling, and he nodded, kissing her again, hand seemingly stuck on the small of her waist until he remembered an important sort of detail and opened his drawer to get out a condom, slipping it on. "Like I said," she continued, "it's… just another hole. And, you know, for future reference… I have that other hole, too, so…"
His brow furrowing, he threw her a startled look. "You would really-"
Shrugging, she smiled, and he grinned back at her.
"Ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," he said, swallowing, hard, and closing his eyes.
A certain amount of… guidance was needed. There was no such thing of just… shoving and making it and getting it over with. It wasn't at all like ripping off a band-aid. It was like slowly peeling it off.
Except for the painful part, because this actually felt good.
A groan escaped him, and his head fell back, his eyes closing - this time, not out of fear and trepidation, but because this was-
Well, she was right. It wasn't all that different.
When she whimpered, nails digging into his back, he realized that he'd stopped moving, and pulled out a bit before pushing in again.
A low growl escaped him, and he wouldn't have been able to pay attention to the noises she was making if he tried to hold back now.
Her legs wrapped around his waist - not hairy; that felt so different - and he watched her face as he continued to move, hair splayed out behind her on the pillow, seemingly like an angel-
It didn't take him long, but when he came, he came hard, and it took him a good five minutes, body trembling above hers, to learn to breathe again.
"You-you didn't-"
"That's fine," she whispered, lazy, tired smile on her face, "we have plenty of time."
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THEN------- *cue drumroll*
READ *THIS*.
I DON'T CARE IF YOU'VE SEEN SO NOTORIOUS, THIS FIC IS AMAZING. DID I SAY AMAZING? BECAUSE I MEAN AMAZING. READ IT. HER CHARACTERIZATION IS SO SPOT-ON IT MAKES ME WET. OH MY FUCKING GOD.
THEN WHEN YOU'VE READ IT AND YOU WANT TO CRY BECAUSE WAHHHH *insert fic-spoilers here* YOU CAN READ MY ADDENDUM TO HER AMAZING STORY.
Title: Addendum
Characters: Sasan/OFC
Rating: NC-17, baby
Word Count: 2,452
Summary: Have you read THIS? Good. Then this will automatically make sense.
Disclaimer: Not mine! (Evelyn is all tju_tju_tju_tju's!)
He actually couldn't stop himself from crying when he was driving back home. That was… probably one of the bigger setbacks about being gay. Ish. He had these horrible habits of behaving like a girl in sentimental situations and this was… Well, to say the least, he was relatively certain that the ice cream would fail him again.
But he was still Sasan, gay-ish Sasan, who was relatively certain that this would take him a while to get over. It wasn't everyday that someone ran into a sexuality-shimmying experience.
He also couldn't go to the gym.
He could see it now, spending weeks and weeks doing nothing but eating ice cream-
The phone rang, and he waited one, two beats before finally succumbing and picking it up.
"What?"
"Did you tell her?" he could hear Tori's urgent voice ring out. "I've been trying to call you all night basically!
His heart sank. "Yes."
"And???"
"And… nothing."
"But I thought she-"
"She's on a flight back to Vermont as we speak." He was too tired, too weary, too exhausted to even try to crack jokes. It was a sad day.
"I didn't know you would be that terrible a trying to be straight."
He really wished she could see his face. "She hates LA, not me, you insensitive twat."
"So you just let her leave like that??"
"I… kissed her. What was I supposed to do, tie her up and put a gun to her head?"
"Yes!! Go back there and get her! Catch her before she leaves!"
"Tori," he said, clearly getting exasperated with all this false hope, "I dropped her off maybe twenty minutes ago. If I try to go back… She's probably gone already and I don't like you teasing me like this. I can't catch her, okay? It's just… pointless trying. I'm fast, but I'm not that fast. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and eat another five gallons of ice cream."
Hanging up, he made a face, wiping the tears from his cheeks. This was ridiculous.
This was exactly why he stuck to random sexual encounters.
Right. All he'd need was a good fuck - with a guy (it was so awkward feeling like he had to specify all of a sudden) - and it would all be out of his system.
***
It was times like these - and times that he brought home random fucks - that he was so glad he had his own entrance. His mother would be all over him with questions on why his eyes were so red and puffy and why his hair was such a mess.
Opening the door, he almost dropped the tub of ice cream he had bought for himself. (That would have hurt.)
"Evelyn? I thought-"
She licked her lips and he had to force himself to look away from where she was sitting on his bed. His bed.
"Yeah, uh… why don't you… come in? Um."
"Oh, right." Kicking the door closed behind him, he set the ice cream onto the floor. "Um. How did you…?"
"Get in?" She smiled softly, making his stomach flutter uncomfortably again. "I tried to call Tori, but she was constantly busy, so I called someone else from set that would know, who gave me… what was that girl's name? Jamie? Well, her phone number, and she apparently hates me, but she gave me your address anyway, and when I got here, your mom showed me how to get to… your guest house, I guess. She was really happy to see me? I mean, she unlocked the door and everything and even offered to pay me. Um."
He was shaking his head, confusion getting the better of him. "Well, yes, uh, wow, but… why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be on a plane back to Vermont?"
Her gaze fell sheepishly, and she ran a nervous hand through her hair. "I am, but, um… Hollywood might be horrible, but you… um, you might have been another reason I was leaving? It's… self-destructive behavior to fall for a gay guy, and, uh, when you told me… I mean…"
His mouth was hanging open. That had to be unattractive.
"I couldn't just… I couldn't just leave like that, you know? I mean, if you really meant what you said-"
He nodded, eyes still wide.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is… make me stay?"
She was biting her lip and staring up at him with such big eyes - she was so short - and all he could really see was… hopeful? Was that it?
His mouth twitched up in what could be described in a small smile, more hesitant and scared than he had expected of himself.
"Yeah," he said slowly, inching forward as she stood, looking so small and fragile and frail that it was making his head spin. "I just… this is sort of new for me, and…"
"No, I understand," she said, nodding.
If he wasn't so unsure of himself, he could have sworn her heartbeat was racing about as fast as his.
"I, uh, don't know what to do," he stammered, hand almost reaching out to hers.
"It's not all that different, really," she whispered, licking her lips again. "Um, really it's just… a different hole."
Well, when you put it like that-
He took a deep breath, leaning down to kiss her, and this time it was different. Different because… kissing someone at an airport has an air of an ultimatum attached to it-there's nothing else coming. Kissing someone in one's bedroom…
An entirely different story.
When he kissed guy in here, it was different than this, too. A different… feeling? It had that impending sense of the random sexual encounter, something heated and sudden that ended in the promise of many more in many different locker rooms or so on and so forth. Never commitment.
It didn't add up.
If being gay meant not committing, and everything about this felt different-
This was very, very serious, and he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that.
If he closed the gap between them now, it meant something. Like… a ripple in his very existence. He'd kissed her before - yes - but, again, that was different and-
He was overthinking things. Sasan never overthought things.
He kissed her.
It was weird how his hands knew exactly where to go, because, well, maybe this wasn't all that different. Hands in hair - just longer, softer-
And on some level, he had to admit that she was almost more… pleasant to kiss, just because her face was already soft and not quite so stubbly. Curious. Something he wasn't used to at all on a normal basis.
Then her own hands found his neck and his hair and her fingernails made shivers run down his spine that he almost couldn't control, running straight to-
He groaned.
Almost as if on instinct - that was pretty much the only thing he was still going on - one of his hands left her hair, pausing on the back of her neck, running down her back, curious, curious, eager to see what all this unknown territory really held.
An experience. Something entirely different and new.
And he found he liked it, in a way, when his hand found the curve of her ass, the feeling so different from what he was used to, the small of her waist and the delicacy of her lower back almost drawing his hands there as if through sheer magnetism.
When she whimpered, he almost froze.
He was used to the manly noises - if gay men really could be manly - the grunts, the groans, the growls, not soft whimpers and moans and whispers.
He didn't expect to grow hard at those, too.
When she took his hand from her face - it seemed to have moved of its own volition - and placed it softly on her chest, just above her breast, he faltered again, and she broke the kiss, if only momentarily.
"You don't have to do this, you know," she whispered, and he shook his head.
"No, I-I want to," he breathed out, slowly letting his hand find its own way. "I just… am learning, I guess."
"It's not all that different, I don't-"
"No," he cut her off. "It is different - incredibly different. But that's why it's… that's why…"
Shaking his head, he took her hand this time, and placed it on his crotch, his body bucking forward almost involuntarily.
"Oh-" she stammered, eyes going wide. "I didn't know I was-"
"Yeah," he said with a hint of a smile. "Yeah."
Her other hand, still on his neck - fingernails - softly willed him down to kiss her again. A bit awkward, because of the height difference - almost a foot - but it worked, somehow.
Then her hand traveled lower to rest on his back and, yes, there was a difference there, too - less rough, less almost… overpowering, and he let his hand move, finally.
It felt strange in his hand, touching her there, but even that was small and delicate and seemingly fragile in his hands, but she practically hissed when he did something - not sure - so maybe not as fragile as his mind wanted him to believe.
When she began to unbutton his shirt, he almost gasped into her mouth out of surprise, even though he realized perfectly well that this was the natural next step to follow, of sorts, and his hand somewhat lingered at the hem of her shirt until she broke the kiss and placed a finger on his lips to pause him, pulling her shirt off and throwing it aside.
That was a completely new sort of thing, too - sure, he'd seen Tori and Janey in nothing but bra and panties, sometimes less, but this was… different.
Contextually, he should be sweating right now out of nervousness. The closet make-out scene rang clear in his head again, and his mind was racing, hands suddenly coming up, eager to help her out, too, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall to the floor.
Awkward.
Awkward until she pulled him down to her again, and this time even their kissing was different, more heated, more urgent, more sudden, her hands on his chest and over his arms and his back and in his hair - fingernails, oh god - lips seemingly bruising from all this, all until she reached for the button on his jeans and-
The phone rang.
"Oh fuck," he swore, throwing the phone an angry glare.
"Ignore it?" she offered, and he sighed, looking to see who it was.
"Tori, I will murder you if this has to do with anything less important than the fact that you've died."
When she hung up the phone, he turned his off and threw it aside.
"That reminds me, what if one of your parents-"
"They won't," he said matter-of-factly. "They know you're here, they know you're gorgeous, they know you're… well, female, and they know that we're alone, at night… just, trust me, they won't disturb me."
"Oh, good. Where was I?"
It didn't seem like such a pressing question when she just reached for his pants unzipped, pulling them down, kissing down his chest all along as she shimmied out of her own jeans.
Then, just before she'd reached his boxers, a thought hit him.
"You've-you've done this before, right?" he stammered, eyes going wide.
"What? Oh! Oh, yes, of course!"
"Oh thank god."
That seemed to be the last coherent thought that passed his mind until she slipped down his boxers, kneeling in front of him, and took him into her mouth.
Then the only coherent thought that was left was something akin to oh god yes, and even here - especially because he shaved - the lack of stubble was more than an amazing feeling. And so foreign.
It wasn't until he pushed her away, eyes wide, that he could even so much as attempt to think straight again. "I-too mu-nnrgl."
She seemed to understand it, though, much to his amazement - something about people who stuff their mouths full of food and continue talking anyway - and the next thing he knew, they were both on his bed, this time kissing again just as fiercely as they had been before.
"Do you want me to be on top, or-" she looked at him with big eyes, and his stomach fluttered again.
"I think I might want to… try," he stammered, and she nodded as he turned things around, kicking off his boxers as she unhooked her bra and threw it aside, slipping out of her panties.
"I don't know if I can… return the favor… just yet," he added, giving her lower regions a confused look.
"Oh! Oh, that's totally fine… one step at a time, yeah?" she said, smiling, and he nodded, kissing her again, hand seemingly stuck on the small of her waist until he remembered an important sort of detail and opened his drawer to get out a condom, slipping it on. "Like I said," she continued, "it's… just another hole. And, you know, for future reference… I have that other hole, too, so…"
His brow furrowing, he threw her a startled look. "You would really-"
Shrugging, she smiled, and he grinned back at her.
"Ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," he said, swallowing, hard, and closing his eyes.
A certain amount of… guidance was needed. There was no such thing of just… shoving and making it and getting it over with. It wasn't at all like ripping off a band-aid. It was like slowly peeling it off.
Except for the painful part, because this actually felt good.
A groan escaped him, and his head fell back, his eyes closing - this time, not out of fear and trepidation, but because this was-
Well, she was right. It wasn't all that different.
When she whimpered, nails digging into his back, he realized that he'd stopped moving, and pulled out a bit before pushing in again.
A low growl escaped him, and he wouldn't have been able to pay attention to the noises she was making if he tried to hold back now.
Her legs wrapped around his waist - not hairy; that felt so different - and he watched her face as he continued to move, hair splayed out behind her on the pillow, seemingly like an angel-
It didn't take him long, but when he came, he came hard, and it took him a good five minutes, body trembling above hers, to learn to breathe again.
"You-you didn't-"
"That's fine," she whispered, lazy, tired smile on her face, "we have plenty of time."