Fic: Mind Games (Bruce Boxleitner/Garrett Hedlund)
The next morning, Bruce woke up slowly, letting the morning work its way into his bones before getting out of bed to commence his familiar filming-on-location routine. He showered, had a cup of coffee, read the paper, ordered breakfast and called home - in that order. It was about two minutes into his conversation with Melissa that the morning went slightly off track. “What did you get up to last night?” she asked, and Bruce grimaced. How had he managed to convince himself she wouldn’t ask?
“You know I love you, right?”
“Oh, Bruce, don’t…” Melissa sighed, and he could just picture her shaking her head in the intervening pause, biting her lip and trying to work herself toward acceptance. Finally she asked, “Jeff?”
A deeper grimace on Bruce’s end, if that was possible. “Garrett.” She muttered something under her breath. “He came to me,” he added quickly.
There was another silence, and it seemed to drag on forever, but Bruce let her have it. They both tended to be quick to anger, and years of therapy had trained them both to let the other person puzzle out their emotions, to wait out the silences and not ramble on or jump to conclusions.
“Just be careful.” He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “I love you.”
“I will. Love you, too.”
After that, he’d hung up and settled into the arm of his couch and had himself a long think.
The truth was that last night had affected him more than he wanted to admit. Just the memory of that hard body pressed against him, of that mouth and those eager hands on his cock was enough to start a familiar tingling in his groin. If he was entirely honest with himself, he had wanted to fuck Garrett last night -he still wanted to. It had been so long since he’d indulged this part of himself that the very idea made his mouth water. It was with great strain that he’d let it go at just a blowjob - mostly for Garrett’s sake, so that if he changed his mind, he would have fewer regrets - and the next time the opportunity presented itself, if there was a next time, he couldn’t guarantee he’d have the same restraint.
So, he reasoned, there were three options. He could quit the project - leave, put some distance between himself and temptation. That was the cowardly option. He could warn Garrett off, end it - that would be the responsible option. Or… or he could give in, give himself two weeks to be the Alpha male, to take the gloves off and touch and taste and tease and fuck so that when he returned to Melissa and the comfortable familiarity of male/female married-people sex, he would be OK with that, and not frustrated, not wondering what might have been.
In the end, it wasn’t until Bruce reached the set, settled into his chair and started watching Garrett work that he chose the last option. The possibilities, the reasons for it, the fantasies, grew and morphed in his mind until it consumed the other options, overshadowing them in such a way that they ceased to exist. He locked his sights on Garrett then, a bit of a predatory gleam lighting his eyes as he watched - stared, really. The kid really did have a nice body. He filled out the light suit very well - it accentuated the muscles, the tone… the ass, Bruce mused with an appreciative nod. Yeah… definitely a nice ass.
Garrett gave in about that time to the feeling of being watched and broke character, turning around to where Jeff Bridges definitely was not and blowing the scene. Bruce looked away. The scene was reset and begun again and Bruce resumed what was now his new favorite game - staring at Garrett Hedlund’s ass, watching how it moved in the light suit, undressing him with his eyes until Garrett gave in and turned around to find out who was watching him, by which time Bruce’s eyes were somewhere else. It went on for a solid half-hour until the director called for a break and told Garrett rather harshly to fucking go figure out where he fucking left his fucking focus and fucking get it back.
Well. There was enough “fucking” in that sentence for Bruce. As Garrett stalked off the set, he jumped out of his chair and followed. “You OK?”
“Fine,” Garrett huffed as he passed, headed toward his dressing room in an awful hurry.
Bruce kept pace, close at the young man’s heels. “You seemed distracted.” No response, but as they reached the dressing room, Garrett slumped against the door, breathing harder than he should have been for such a short walk. Bruce stood just behind him, definitely invading personal space. A dip of his head, voice low, just above a whisper as he asked, “Thinking about last night?”
“Yeah.” It came out in a breathless rush.
Bruce was breathing heavier just from being so close, fighting for the control not to pin Garrett against the door and grind into him until they both found relief. This confession pushed him over the edge. “Inside,” he growled, pulling the door open.
There was no argument.
When the door closed behind them, Garrett crushed himself against Bruce, pressed lips to lips and demanded entry to Bruce’s mouth with a persistent tongue. Bruce could hardly disguise his grin as he allowed the kiss to deepen and hands to wander - but, he noted, his own hands were impeded by the modernized light suit Garrett was wearing. “Never thought I’d miss the spandex,” he grumbled into Garrett’s mouth before breaking the kiss. “How do you get this thing off?” he panted as Garrett, refusing to be deterred, continued to fondle him through his basic civilian clothing. “Garrett - Jesus!” Bruce jumped back as his fly was opened and a hand slipped inside, grasping his erection with purpose. “Look. You-I’m - If you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
“So lose control.” More kissing. A firm stroke.
“You don’t want that. Not here, not now.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’ll be walking funny all day.”
Garrett smirked, almost a challenging look in his eyes. “You promise?”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” Bruce’s resolve was slipping. “You don’t want it the first time like that.” Experience was speaking now, as well as common sense. “Later. Later, we’ll…” He couldn’t even say the word; it would be too much.
“Then what… why...?”
“Come here.” He’d finally figured out the snap-and-zipper system on Garrett’s light suit, and now he worked it open, peeling it off like a shell to reveal the flesh inside. Boxers down, and then Garrett was naked to Bruce’s hungry eyes, and today he really took the time to look, to rake his eyes over Garrett’s form. It wasn’t until he met the younger man’s eyes that he realized he was being examined in the same way. Bruce reached out then, claiming Garrett’s mouth and rolling his hips in a way that sent a delicious jolt of pleasure through both men. Then he pulled Garrett over to a loveseat and sat with the younger man in his lap. Bruce’s cock settled into the cleft of Garrett’s ass, and a sure, steady hand wrapped around Garrett’s erection and began to stroke. When Garrett started to move his hips, it paid off for Bruce in the form of a warm, wonderful friction on his cock. He smiled as Garrett began to moan softly. “Feel good?”
“Uh huh.” A pause as Bruce kissed Garrett’s neck, nipping as his lips found sensitive spots. “Ohhh… different, though.”
“Different than a woman.”
“Yeah.”
Bruce stroked harder and faster and moved his own hips in time with Garrett’s. “How so?”
“Your… hand is bigger and… Jesus… you know just… how…” Garrett’s ability to speak deteriorated beyond comprehensible English.
Bruce laughed softly at that, at the body squirming in his lap, and moved faster and harder. “Of course,” he grunted. “I have one. I know what feels good. Mmmm…”
Garrett was moving too much. He was going to fall right off Bruce’s lap, so Bruce gave him a push to all fours and braced over his back, reaching under to reclaim Garrett’s cock with his right hand while his left jerked his own manhood in earnest. “Bet this feels different, too, huh?”
“Uh huh… uuunnnh…”
“Flip over.” Bruce didn’t wait for compliance. He helped Garrett turn onto his back and then sank down, taking Garrett’s pulsing organ into an experienced mouth and working his tongue in a way that paid off in no time. Garrett came with a shout and Bruce swallowed it down, grinning down at his partner as he wiped the back of his left hand over his mouth. “Wouldn’t want you making a mess on the floor,” he panted. “You might have to explain it.”
“What about you-?” Garrett’s question was cut off abruptly as Bruce resumed stroking himself, aimed over Garrett’s chest. Curious and slightly frightened eyes watched in earnest.
“You can’t be on this end when you jerk yourself off, so I’m betting this is something you’ve never seen.” Bruce tilted his head back, eyes closed as his hand worked its magic. “You-have no idea-how much I’d rather be fucking you right now. Next time you open that door, you had better be prepared to go through it, because I’m done treating you with kid gloves. You-came on-to me. You started this. You wanted to learn, so I’m going to teach you. I’m going to finger your asshole, and then-then I’m going to fuck it.” He looked down again and reconnected with Garrett’s eyes, locking his gaze as he moved his hand faster, harder. “But for right now, I’m going to come on you,” he growled, and the look in his eyes turned predatory. “I’m going to claim you, and you’re going to smell like me all day. When you peel off that suit tonight, you’re going to remember this moment and it’s going to make you hard all over again. And next time-next time I come, it’s going to be inside-your-ass.” Bruce punctuated the last three words with hard, purposeful jerks as he came, shooting ropes of ejaculate onto Garrett’s belly. The young man looked down, and then hesitantly touched the residue with a curious finger. Bruce watched, a tiny, tired smile tugging at his lips. Garrett looked almost… fascinated. That thought brought out a genuine chuckle as he pushed himself slowly to his feet and grabbed a box of tissues, tossing it to Garrett. “You’ll need those.”
“Yeah.” It sounded like an afterthought.
“To clean yourself up,” Bruce supplied.
“Yeah.” But Garrett remained on his back, still staring at Bruce’s come on his body, still touching it with one tentative finger.
“You’re lucky I’m as old as I am,” Bruce offered as he watched. “A younger lover would be hard again in a second watching you play like that.” He looked away just long enough to round up his pants and began pulling them on. “You might want to remember that for the future. Don’t start anything you’re not prepared to finish.” A scolding arch of the eyebrows now, and he held that face until Garrett looked up to meet his eyes. “That would make you a tease.”
“Maybe I am,” Garrett challenged, and then he brought the investigating finger up and hesitantly sucked it into his mouth. A raise of his eyebrows now, as if to challenge Bruce, and he did it again, this time with more confidence. “It would serve you right for the mind games you played to get me in here.”
Bruce chuckled again, and Garrett sat up then and cleaned himself off. “I gotta hand it to you. You’re smarter than you look.”
“Did you mean what you said?”
“Which part?”
Garrett inspected his stomach, touching a bit to the undoubtedly sticky residue left behind before pushing himself to standing and starting to pull on his lightsuit. Bruce moved to help him, then - dressing and undressing from the thing was clearly a two-person job. “The part where you said that next time, we’ll go all the way.”
“You better believe it.” Bruce said it as though they were discussing whether or not the sun would shine tomorrow. His hands didn’t stop for a moment as they fastened and zipped Garrett’s costume back into place. He didn’t even look up. “So you think long and hard about that before you come knocking on my door again, huh?”
“I will.”
“Do you think you can focus now?”
“Yeah.”
Bruce patted Garrett’s cheek and then kissed him once on the lips, smiling as they pulled back from each other. “You’re a lot of fun. I haven’t had this much fun in a very long time.”
Garrett put his hand on the doorknob, but looked back over his shoulder just as he pulled it open. “You, too.” And then he was gone, back into the wonderful world of make-believe that was his job. Bruce basked in the afterglow alone for a few minutes… he was really in no rush. He wouldn’t distract the kid anymore today. Instead he sank back on the loveseat, kicked his legs up over one side and reclined across the cushions, hands folded behind his head as he daydreamed about the next time. If there was a next time.
Who was he kidding?
Garrett was infatuated.
There would be plenty of next times.