stumble
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title: Stumble
with: Joe/David
rated: NC-17
herein: Joe should stop this, stop offering, because David’s not strong enough to say no.
disclaim: everything in this story is a lie; I don’t know these men at all
for birggitt, who asked for Joe/David, guilt -- it’s only sort of partner betrayal, though
“I miss cock,” Joe says one day, mostly to fuck with David’s head. Because David is strangely, insufferably straight. (Plus, David’s excited to be back on set for season four, and he’s been flirting with Amanda all week.)
So when they’re alone in Joe’s trailer, running through some last minute script changes, Joe stretches back on the couch a little and says it.
“I miss cock.”
David’s eyes go big for a moment, and Joe knows he’s scored to get that reaction out of David. It’s the truth though; Joe does miss cock. David doesn’t comment, just stutters through the next line, and when they get on set he screws it up a half-dozen times before he gets it right. Joe feels kind of like a dick because he hadn’t meant for it to go down quite like that.
David seems to forget it though. Tries to forget, at least. Joe remembers because David must have some truly filthy image of Joe and cock to get genuinely flustered. And David’s already got a pretty filthy mind.
Joe likes that hypothetical filth in David’s head. Joe’s pretty comfortable with the fact that he’s secretly weird.
Over the next week or so, David stops being twitchy and goes back to flirting with Joe, that harmless flirting David does with everyone sooner or later. It’s close enough to normal that Joe lets his guard down.
But all of this must be how, weeks later, Joe ends up with David’s cock in his mouth after a long day of shooting. Joe’s kind of fuzzy on the middle part. He couldn’t tell you how the tension got to this breaking point, but doesn’t really care either-not when he’s on his knees and David’s cock is thick and heavy in his mouth. David makes a soft, almost-sobbing noise. He’s trying to be quiet. Not everyone has left for the day, even though no one’s likely to come bursting into Joe’s trailer. The door is unlocked. Joe sucks harder, and David’s hips stutter forward. The head of his cock presses against the back of Joe’s throat, and Joe’s eyes water. He hums, trying to relax. It’s been too long since he’s done this.
David’s breath grows ragged, and he comes silently. Joe swallows, drawing it out. When it’s over, he tucks David back in and buttons him up with shaky hands. Joe’s own cock is throbbing against the seam of his pants.
David looks wrecked. His lower lip is red from how he’d been biting it to keep quiet. His eyes are heavy and almost hurt. He makes a harsh noise in the back of his throat and rubs his face, visibly trying to pull himself back together. “I can’t,” he says. He leaves then, and Joe stays on his knees while he jerks off, tugging his cock roughly.
That should be the only time they do it. It’s not.
Joe goes to his knees willingly. He loves the ache, the way it makes the pleasure stand out more vibrantly. He has a deal with Kath; she knows he’s bi and doesn’t care if he screws around with guys as long as it’s not serious. He almost never takes advantage of it though.
David has guilt.
Joe should stop this, stop offering, because David’s not strong enough to say no.
They don’t talk about it.
It goes on for a while, and Joe’s not sure of the middle part again. He’s too caught up with the long hours of shooting. Gradually, though, he feels a change coming, and he starts to drop hints, invite David back to his hotel room. Starts to push David because Joe himself can’t seem to back down.
Finally, David says yes, which Joe wasn’t actually expecting.
They don’t talk about it. They should. It’s easier not to.
Joe gets to have David naked now because they take his pants off, and when that’s done, David shucks his shirt too, then lies back on the bed. Joe doesn’t move to take off his own clothes, and David doesn’t touch him.
After all, David is more or less straight.
Joe sucks him slowly. They have the luxury of time and privacy. He cups David’s balls, stroking the fragile skin with his thumb. David gasps and finally begins to make noise as Joe laves his tongue up the underside of David’s cock. Incoherent words, and Joe’s name. Joe takes him to the edge, but doesn’t let him come. David groans, deep and frustrated. His hand comes down to touch Joe’s head, tentatively at first, then more firmly. Fingers carding through Joe’s hair, palm stroking his neck and shoulder.
Joe sucks until his jaw aches, his lips feel swollen. It’s good to get lost like this. His own cock is trapped painfully in his pants, but he doesn’t care. David’s fingers trace down over Joe’s face, his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose, down to where his lips are stretched tight around David’s cock. Joe shudders.
David curls up off the bed and says Joe’s name as he comes. His hand is warm on the back of Joe’s neck.
After, Joe rests his forehead against David’s hip, breathing hard, and reaches down to free his own cock. David’s hand strokes lazily through his hair.
“Hey, wait,” David says, sitting up.
Joe whines, wordlessly.
“No.” David tugs at his shoulders. “I mean, come up here.”
Joe struggles up to his hands and knees, letting David pull him up the bed. David’s never done this before. His hands are strong and broad, and they feel so damn good.
“I meant to say earlier.” David’s eyes are bright and nervous. “But it’s weird to say out loud. I did mean to tell you. I told Jane, and we came up with something kind of like you and Kath did. She’s okay with this.”
Finally, David’s hand moves down to Joe’s dick, and Joe sighs. “Oh thank christ.” Joe rolls his hips, too turned on to wait any longer.
“How-what do you want-”
“Just-fuck-just touch me.” Joe turns his face into David’s neck. But David has other ideas. He tugs Joe’s shirt off and pushes him over to his back. He wraps a hand around Joe’s cock, and it’s tentative at first, too light. Joe growls, twisting the sheet in his fingers, and David hums, shifts his grip, and finally gets with the program. He’s watching Joe intently, and Joe digs his heels into the bed, thrusting up. David leans in and presses his lips to Joe’s neck, sucking a little over the pulsepoint, and Joe comes hard.
After Joe’s done whiting out, David kisses him softly on the mouth. Joe smiles, kissing him back, then starts to laugh against his mouth. Joe is always giddy after sex. David’s hand frames his face, and he kisses the corner of Joe’s mouth before pulling back to frown and raise an eyebrow.
“Endorphins,” Joe says.
“Uh huh.” David looks a little lost for words, and that just makes Joe smile harder. “So, do we need to talk about this? Because, um, we probably should have a long time ago.”
“Yeah,” Joe says, stretching. “Semi-regular casual sex sound good to you?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” Joe’s warm and sated, and he slips an arm around David. “We’ve talked.”
David huffs and slowly relaxes, resting his head against Joe's shoulder.
title: Stumble
with: Joe/David
rated: NC-17
herein: Joe should stop this, stop offering, because David’s not strong enough to say no.
disclaim: everything in this story is a lie; I don’t know these men at all
for birggitt, who asked for Joe/David, guilt -- it’s only sort of partner betrayal, though
“I miss cock,” Joe says one day, mostly to fuck with David’s head. Because David is strangely, insufferably straight. (Plus, David’s excited to be back on set for season four, and he’s been flirting with Amanda all week.)
So when they’re alone in Joe’s trailer, running through some last minute script changes, Joe stretches back on the couch a little and says it.
“I miss cock.”
David’s eyes go big for a moment, and Joe knows he’s scored to get that reaction out of David. It’s the truth though; Joe does miss cock. David doesn’t comment, just stutters through the next line, and when they get on set he screws it up a half-dozen times before he gets it right. Joe feels kind of like a dick because he hadn’t meant for it to go down quite like that.
David seems to forget it though. Tries to forget, at least. Joe remembers because David must have some truly filthy image of Joe and cock to get genuinely flustered. And David’s already got a pretty filthy mind.
Joe likes that hypothetical filth in David’s head. Joe’s pretty comfortable with the fact that he’s secretly weird.
Over the next week or so, David stops being twitchy and goes back to flirting with Joe, that harmless flirting David does with everyone sooner or later. It’s close enough to normal that Joe lets his guard down.
But all of this must be how, weeks later, Joe ends up with David’s cock in his mouth after a long day of shooting. Joe’s kind of fuzzy on the middle part. He couldn’t tell you how the tension got to this breaking point, but doesn’t really care either-not when he’s on his knees and David’s cock is thick and heavy in his mouth. David makes a soft, almost-sobbing noise. He’s trying to be quiet. Not everyone has left for the day, even though no one’s likely to come bursting into Joe’s trailer. The door is unlocked. Joe sucks harder, and David’s hips stutter forward. The head of his cock presses against the back of Joe’s throat, and Joe’s eyes water. He hums, trying to relax. It’s been too long since he’s done this.
David’s breath grows ragged, and he comes silently. Joe swallows, drawing it out. When it’s over, he tucks David back in and buttons him up with shaky hands. Joe’s own cock is throbbing against the seam of his pants.
David looks wrecked. His lower lip is red from how he’d been biting it to keep quiet. His eyes are heavy and almost hurt. He makes a harsh noise in the back of his throat and rubs his face, visibly trying to pull himself back together. “I can’t,” he says. He leaves then, and Joe stays on his knees while he jerks off, tugging his cock roughly.
That should be the only time they do it. It’s not.
Joe goes to his knees willingly. He loves the ache, the way it makes the pleasure stand out more vibrantly. He has a deal with Kath; she knows he’s bi and doesn’t care if he screws around with guys as long as it’s not serious. He almost never takes advantage of it though.
David has guilt.
Joe should stop this, stop offering, because David’s not strong enough to say no.
They don’t talk about it.
It goes on for a while, and Joe’s not sure of the middle part again. He’s too caught up with the long hours of shooting. Gradually, though, he feels a change coming, and he starts to drop hints, invite David back to his hotel room. Starts to push David because Joe himself can’t seem to back down.
Finally, David says yes, which Joe wasn’t actually expecting.
They don’t talk about it. They should. It’s easier not to.
Joe gets to have David naked now because they take his pants off, and when that’s done, David shucks his shirt too, then lies back on the bed. Joe doesn’t move to take off his own clothes, and David doesn’t touch him.
After all, David is more or less straight.
Joe sucks him slowly. They have the luxury of time and privacy. He cups David’s balls, stroking the fragile skin with his thumb. David gasps and finally begins to make noise as Joe laves his tongue up the underside of David’s cock. Incoherent words, and Joe’s name. Joe takes him to the edge, but doesn’t let him come. David groans, deep and frustrated. His hand comes down to touch Joe’s head, tentatively at first, then more firmly. Fingers carding through Joe’s hair, palm stroking his neck and shoulder.
Joe sucks until his jaw aches, his lips feel swollen. It’s good to get lost like this. His own cock is trapped painfully in his pants, but he doesn’t care. David’s fingers trace down over Joe’s face, his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose, down to where his lips are stretched tight around David’s cock. Joe shudders.
David curls up off the bed and says Joe’s name as he comes. His hand is warm on the back of Joe’s neck.
After, Joe rests his forehead against David’s hip, breathing hard, and reaches down to free his own cock. David’s hand strokes lazily through his hair.
“Hey, wait,” David says, sitting up.
Joe whines, wordlessly.
“No.” David tugs at his shoulders. “I mean, come up here.”
Joe struggles up to his hands and knees, letting David pull him up the bed. David’s never done this before. His hands are strong and broad, and they feel so damn good.
“I meant to say earlier.” David’s eyes are bright and nervous. “But it’s weird to say out loud. I did mean to tell you. I told Jane, and we came up with something kind of like you and Kath did. She’s okay with this.”
Finally, David’s hand moves down to Joe’s dick, and Joe sighs. “Oh thank christ.” Joe rolls his hips, too turned on to wait any longer.
“How-what do you want-”
“Just-fuck-just touch me.” Joe turns his face into David’s neck. But David has other ideas. He tugs Joe’s shirt off and pushes him over to his back. He wraps a hand around Joe’s cock, and it’s tentative at first, too light. Joe growls, twisting the sheet in his fingers, and David hums, shifts his grip, and finally gets with the program. He’s watching Joe intently, and Joe digs his heels into the bed, thrusting up. David leans in and presses his lips to Joe’s neck, sucking a little over the pulsepoint, and Joe comes hard.
After Joe’s done whiting out, David kisses him softly on the mouth. Joe smiles, kissing him back, then starts to laugh against his mouth. Joe is always giddy after sex. David’s hand frames his face, and he kisses the corner of Joe’s mouth before pulling back to frown and raise an eyebrow.
“Endorphins,” Joe says.
“Uh huh.” David looks a little lost for words, and that just makes Joe smile harder. “So, do we need to talk about this? Because, um, we probably should have a long time ago.”
“Yeah,” Joe says, stretching. “Semi-regular casual sex sound good to you?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” Joe’s warm and sated, and he slips an arm around David. “We’ve talked.”
David huffs and slowly relaxes, resting his head against Joe's shoulder.