Fic: Compromising (1/2?)
Title: Compromising
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: William Fichtner/Wentworth Miller
Rating: PG-13 (next bit will be higher)
Genre: SLASHSLASHSLASH!
Part: 1 of 2, possibly more
Disclaimer: They. Aren’t. Mine. As far as I know, they don’t. Actually. Have. Hot. Sex. Please don't sue me and please don’t make me say it again. It's bad for my health.
Spoilers: PB - 3x04 - "Good Fences"
Summary: William and Wentworth film the wall scene.
Notes: Someone had to.
William slammed the knife into the wall for the first of what would undoubtedly be many takes, sweeping in to hover against Wentworth, left hand coming up to rest against the wall beside the younger man’s head.
“You are breathing only by my grace, Michael.”
He let his eyes fall shut in a daze, leaning closer to Wentworth, breathing softly as the younger man panted heavily against his neck.
“Now you remember the next time that…you’re gonna send me on a goose chase -”
“I didn’t.”
William’s eyes roved from eyes to lips to neck, his own lips curling in the shadow of a smile. He could feel Wentworth’s heat against him, inched closer, watched eyes widen and wondered whether they were Wentworth’s or Michael’s.
“No, no you did.” His head dipped down again, eyelids closing softly, voice a soft, mania-edged purr. “And you think you can manipulate me just like you did Sucre…and-and Tweener, and Haywire. I’m not your errand boy.”
He let his head fall forward, hair tickling Wentworth’s chin, the younger actor’s breath fanning out against his skull. He inched a bit closer, Alex taking over, awareness of the man before him sneaking up a notch. “And I’m gonna go with you when you escape. And if you think in any way…” he gave a deep chuckle, letting his head bend in close, closer, “that you will leave me…I will put this piece of metal right in that…very small space right between your eyes. I will.”
William paused, eyes drifting lazily up to meet Wentworth’s, his play at a drug-induced stupor pushing him ever closer, head tilting, breathing slow and measured. Wentworth stared back, Michael’s panic stark on his face, alight in his expressive eyes - eyes which he managed so well - and then there was something else. Something else so in-character that for a second Wentworth was Michael and William was Alex seeing Michael, pressed to Michael, hard for Michael, and he did what Alex Mahone would’ve done to Michael.
Their lips grazed together, catching fiercely, heat meeting heat meeting willing heat and then Wentworth was gasping, tongue darting out against flesh and they broke apart. William forced Alex down, quickly dredging the sensibility to bark a quick laugh, clasp Wentworth’s shoulder, teeth flashing a grin but eyes still stuck in the truth. Wentworth gave a weak smile, let out a small, nearly inaudible whimper and then they were setting up again, getting booming laughs from the crew along with raucous shouts of “first for the blooper reel!”
It was all too easy to sink back into Alex.
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Fandom: RPS
Pairing: William Fichtner/Wentworth Miller
Rating: PG-13 (next bit will be higher)
Genre: SLASHSLASHSLASH!
Part: 1 of 2, possibly more
Disclaimer: They. Aren’t. Mine. As far as I know, they don’t. Actually. Have. Hot. Sex. Please don't sue me and please don’t make me say it again. It's bad for my health.
Spoilers: PB - 3x04 - "Good Fences"
Summary: William and Wentworth film the wall scene.
Notes: Someone had to.
William slammed the knife into the wall for the first of what would undoubtedly be many takes, sweeping in to hover against Wentworth, left hand coming up to rest against the wall beside the younger man’s head.
“You are breathing only by my grace, Michael.”
He let his eyes fall shut in a daze, leaning closer to Wentworth, breathing softly as the younger man panted heavily against his neck.
“Now you remember the next time that…you’re gonna send me on a goose chase -”
“I didn’t.”
William’s eyes roved from eyes to lips to neck, his own lips curling in the shadow of a smile. He could feel Wentworth’s heat against him, inched closer, watched eyes widen and wondered whether they were Wentworth’s or Michael’s.
“No, no you did.” His head dipped down again, eyelids closing softly, voice a soft, mania-edged purr. “And you think you can manipulate me just like you did Sucre…and-and Tweener, and Haywire. I’m not your errand boy.”
He let his head fall forward, hair tickling Wentworth’s chin, the younger actor’s breath fanning out against his skull. He inched a bit closer, Alex taking over, awareness of the man before him sneaking up a notch. “And I’m gonna go with you when you escape. And if you think in any way…” he gave a deep chuckle, letting his head bend in close, closer, “that you will leave me…I will put this piece of metal right in that…very small space right between your eyes. I will.”
William paused, eyes drifting lazily up to meet Wentworth’s, his play at a drug-induced stupor pushing him ever closer, head tilting, breathing slow and measured. Wentworth stared back, Michael’s panic stark on his face, alight in his expressive eyes - eyes which he managed so well - and then there was something else. Something else so in-character that for a second Wentworth was Michael and William was Alex seeing Michael, pressed to Michael, hard for Michael, and he did what Alex Mahone would’ve done to Michael.
Their lips grazed together, catching fiercely, heat meeting heat meeting willing heat and then Wentworth was gasping, tongue darting out against flesh and they broke apart. William forced Alex down, quickly dredging the sensibility to bark a quick laugh, clasp Wentworth’s shoulder, teeth flashing a grin but eyes still stuck in the truth. Wentworth gave a weak smile, let out a small, nearly inaudible whimper and then they were setting up again, getting booming laughs from the crew along with raucous shouts of “first for the blooper reel!”
It was all too easy to sink back into Alex.
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