Top Gear, James / Richard, NC-17
Title: This Isn't Fiction
Pairing: James/Richard
Summary: Richard sends James fan-fiction, which gets James thinking.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content.
Author: blacktofade
Words: 3,525
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for ohmyshoes, who gave me the wonderful idea behind this fic. This has not been beta'd, so feel free to point out mistakes/offer concrit.
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Top Gear any of their affiliates. I don't mean any harm, this is all made up.
He had been perusing the endless tangle of the internet when he’d accidentally stumbled across the page. Well, accidentally was the wrong word; Richard had sent him an email with a link and only the words, “Check this out” in the body. His brain had warned him not to, but his fingers had disobeyed and moved the mouse. With one seemingly loud click, James had found himself in one of the darker recesses of the World Wide Web.
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He knew he should close the page to save himself from Richard’s idea of a joke, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He had heard of so-called “Fan Fiction”, but had never actually read any, especially not any about himself.
James’ face felt flushed and he began to realise that it was no longer a joke for him; it was torture; it was undignified; it turned him on. The thought of doing something like that to the real Richard made his stomach flip from both excitement and horror. He wondered if Richard had read the whole thing, or if he’d just scanned through for a laugh.
James hated himself as he felt his cock twitch. He finally dredged up enough effort to click out of the web page and sat for a few moments with his fingers twisted into his hair. He slowly untangled his digits and ran his hands over his face, trying to wipe away the flush of arousal. With the last of his courage, he opened his web browser again and went back to Richard’s email.
With the blessed anonymity of emotions that the internet provided, he clicked reply, and typed, “Haha, Hammond, very funny.” His heart was in his throat when he clicked send, and he didn’t know if he should swallow it back down to continue living, or throw it up to end his existence. At that moment, swallowing had never seemed so difficult.
He pushed his chair back and stumbled away from his desk, wishing computers and the internet hadn’t been invented. With his legs feeling like jelly, he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. A cup of tea would help him think, he thought, as he flicked the kettle on. For the first time, he noticed how clammy his palms were, so he wiped them against his thighs, begging his jeans to soak up the moisture and let him forget about what he’d just read. As he rubbed, he couldn’t help but feel how tight his jeans had become, especially around the crotch. He was too much of a coward to look at his own arousal, for fear that it would worsen the situation; it would make it all too real.
He set about making his tea as the kettle shut itself off after boiling the water. As the first of the burning liquid trailed down his throat, he couldn’t help but imagine it was Richard’s tongue on the outside of his skin, blistering his skin with the heat of his mouth. He couldn’t help but feel that, in this case, tea didn’t help one bit.
James thought back to what he had been reading and knew he couldn’t ignore neither it, nor his rather prominent erection. Leaving his half-empty mug of tea on the kitchen table, he headed back upstairs to his computer.
The link was still in his browser’s history, glaring at him, daring him to remove it. The page loaded and he scrolled to where he had left off.
James had to look away as his stomach knotted itself, akin to the mass the masts of Richard’s ship from their trip to Vietnam had become. He tried not to picture the real Richard at the mercy of his mouth, thrusting his hips up, breathing heavily, and moaning his name, but he failed. A wave of almost nausea-inducing embarrassment ran through him as he opened his jeans with shaking hands and pulled his erection out. His own hand was warm wrapped around his even warmer flesh; he flicked his eyes back up to the screen and continued on.
As though ironically embodying the version of Richard written on the screen before him, James cursed himself as he spilt, all too soon, over his knuckles with a sharp cry.
He shuffled from the room, trying to keep his loose jeans from slipping down his legs as he made his way to the bathroom. He tried not to look his reflection in the eyes as he stood before the mirror that hung above the sink, instead, he concentrated on getting the dirty secret off of his hands with piping hot water and a week’s worth of soap.
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The next time James saw Richard, he couldn’t help the red tinge that painted his cheeks and made him feel like his face was on fire.
“You alright, James?” Richard asked, squinting slightly as the morning sun shone in his eyes. They were standing in the Dunsfold airstrip car park, waiting for Jeremy to show, though they both already knew he had been out drinking the night before, and were therefore extremely likely to be late.
James nodded positively to Richard’s question, and watched as the latter man sat on the front of his car and folded his arms.
“You sure?” Richard asked, obviously not believing James’ half-hearted nod.
“I’m fine, Hammond,” James sighed, as he drew out his packet of smokes and placed a cigarette between his lips. He offered one to Richard, who just shook his head and mumbled something about New Year’s resolutions. He slipped the crumpled pack back into the front pocket of his jeans and when he pulled his hand back out, he had a small Zippo in his grasp. He tried to ignore the eyes burning into his mouth as he lit his cigarette and took the first, nicotine-quenching, drag.
“You should think about giving up, too, it’s bad for your health.” Richard mumbled this into his chest, as he determinedly focussed on picking the dirt from under his nails.
James snorted at the statement. “Since when have you been my mother?”
“I’m just saying,” Richard said quietly. James pursed his lips and watched Richard as he continued to stare at his, far more interesting, fingernails. He let the silence fall like a heavy blanket between them and continued to smoke his cigarette.
“Listen about that email-” Richard started, but was cut off as Jeremy’s car made its way towards them and finally parked next to James’ Porsche. James pretended not to hear him, opting to walk towards the slowly opening door of Jeremy’s car.
“Morning!” James said, a little too loudly to not be noticed by Jeremy as an attempt to end his life. As predicted, Jeremy pressed his fingers against his temple and rubbed gently, soothing away the obviously thumping headache.
“Don’t ask; I’m fine.” The roughness of his voice emphasised his blatant lie, but James didn’t bother arguing. He offered what was left of his cigarette to the pained man in an act of kindness, and watched as Jeremy took it, greedily sucking out the life left in it. When he was finished, he dropped the lightly smouldering cigarette to the floor and made his way around the side of the nearest hangar, his goal being their portakabin. Habitually, James trod on the remains to stub it out completely, and then quickly followed after Jeremy, not wanting to be caught alone with Richard now that he was mentioning that email. Of course, he couldn’t avoid the man forever.
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He found that out when he was sitting alone in the portakabin, after Jeremy had been whisked away to makeup. Richard had been off doing whatever it was that he did best, but ended up walking through the flimsy wooden door before Jeremy had made it back to inadvertently protect him from reality.
“Hey,” Richard mumbled as he moved to sit heavily on the sofa cushion next to James.
James responded with a noncommittal grunt and continued flicking through his script. Richard propped his booted feet up on the coffee table, which wobbled precariously under the weight, and rested his head on the back of the chair.
“That thing I sent you the other day? That was just a stupid joke, I shouldn’t have-”
“It’s fine,” James cut in, keeping his face schooled, while underneath, he was a mess of emotions and nerves. He hoped the heat on his face wouldn’t give him away, and that Richard would finally drop the subject. There was a long pause, and for a minute, James started congratulating himself; he spoke too soon, though, as Richard cleared his throat in a way that even James could tell was bad.
“What did you think, though?”
James’ head shot up from where he was pretending to read the lines on the page before him, and he almost got whiplash as he turned to stare at Richard to decipher how serious he was being.
“W-what?”
“Well, I think they got it wrong, don’t you?” James’ eyes scanned Richard’s face for any hints that he was joking, but he had difficulty reading his emotions.
James nodded slowly, still unsure, where their conversation was going.
“I mean, in all fairness, I’d probably be the one to suck your c-“ He was cut short as Jeremy slammed through the doorway, all force and frown, and both of them jumped visibly. They couldn’t have been more obvious if they’d tried; James knew he had a telltale blush on his face; Richard just looked downright guilty. Jeremy, fortunately, was preoccupied with shouting at someone on his mobile, and James took the opportunity to flee the room, leaving Richard behind.
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The day had stretched on, seemingly infinite, for James; every moment Richard was in the room, time seemed to slow to a crawl and James seemed to be aware of every tick of his watch. Richard had never been able to finish his sentence and James wasn’t sure if he was glad or not. He knew for certain that he was glad when he finally managed to sprawl out on the sofa at home, though.
He must have dozed off because when he next awoke the room was completely dark. He was just sitting up from his slouched position, trying to roll the crick out of his neck, when a scraping sound came from his kitchen. James’ heart thundered in his chest, but the rest of his body was completely still; he even held his breath. His ears strained for some other indication that he wasn’t alone, when he realised that it was probably Fusker. He laughed at himself for being so jumpy and rose from the settee; he definitely needed a drink.
Walking blindly down the hall, he found that a light was streaming through the doorway of the kitchen. He knew he hadn’t left the light on because when he’d got home it had still been light outside, and he hadn’t needed it. His heart began to race again and he tiptoed to the doorway to peer cautiously around the doorframe.
“You’re awake then?” came a voice from behind him.
James jumped and spun around, coming face to face with Richard, who was wiping his hands on his jeans. James' heart was in his throat and he pleaded with his body to calm down.
“I was just in the bathroom,” he offered in explanation first. “You didn’t answer your door earlier, but I knew you were here, so I just let myself in. I bought us some fish and chips.”
Richard’s last sentence made James forget all about Richard’s boldness at entering his house uninvited. He led the way into his kitchen and set about gathering plates and cutlery for their dinner, as Richard grabbed two beers from the fridge.
“Why do you bother with plates?” Richard asked as he took a swig from his opened bottle. “There’s a reason newspapers were invented.”
“I thought we might eat like two civilised people; is that a problem?”
Richard grinned and shook his head.
---
James had thought keeping the conversation focussed on motorbikes would have worked, but Richard seemed set on bring up his conversational topic from earlier in the day.
“You know there’s porn about Jeremy on the internet, too”
James pulled a face, using humour to deflect Richard away from his embarrassment that lingered just below the surface. He hoped it would be enough, but that was never the way with Richard; Richard was never satiated. There was a long pause as Richard finished off the rest of his chips before he started talking again.
“Did you read it the whole way through?” James knew what he was talking about, but was too ashamed to admit it.
“Don’t speak with your mouth full.”
“So, that’s a ‘yes’?” Richard responded after he’d swallowed his dinner. James was getting annoyed, now.
“No, Richard, I didn’t read it completely. Will you drop it now?” His answer was somewhat truthful; he just didn’t mention that he hadn’t finished it because he had been too preoccupied with his come-covered hands.
Richard shrugged. “I could show you how it went, if you want.”
It was then that James realised he hadn’t had enough to drink to be having that particular conversation with Richard; partly because he found his mouth completely dry. He didn’t know if Richard was being serious, or not, but the look on Richard’s face portrayed the former emotion in a way that made James swallow, even though there was nothing in his mouth to swallow.
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It was when James had found himself naked, flat on his back, sprawled across the duvet on his bed that he realised he must have nodded, or something. Richard, also lacking clothing, crawled on his hands and knees towards James from the bottom of the bed, until his hands lay either side of James’ head and his knees rested either side of James’ waist. Richard hadn’t touched him yet, so when his face got closer, James found his heart beating faster and faster, until he was sure it would burst from his chest.
“This isn’t fiction, Richard,” James muttered, as Richard’s breath played over his lips.
“I know,” came the reply, before they were both silenced as Richard closed the gap between them, his lips colliding with James’ own. The tongue in James’ mouth didn’t stop to let his brain catch up, and he kept his eyes open to make sure the man in front of him didn’t crumble away into another of his fantasies, as he was sure this wasn’t actually happening. A jolt of something shot up through his stomach in excitement, the thrill of a first kiss, but he had long since passed the years where having first kisses was still normal.
James ran his hands down Richard’s sides and knew the flesh under his palms was very, very real. It stretched and moved under his fingers, and James vowed to memorise every inch of it.
Above him, Richard broke their kiss and slowly kissed his way down James’ chin, down his neck, down, down, in a similar fashion as it had been written in the story that had started it all. Richard’s tongue flicked out every now and then to taste James, to take in the flavour of salty skin with a bitter aftertaste. When Richard was level with his cock, James found he couldn’t remember how to breathe, especially not now that Richard was doing what he’d been imagining him doing, nonstop, for the past week. James couldn’t look away as Richard enveloped the head of his erection in his mouth and almost came at the sight when Richard looked up at him through his eye lashes.
The wet warmth of Richard’s mouth made him clutch at the covers underneath him and he struggled not to thrust up into the tightness. Richard’s tongue flicked idly against his cock, keeping a beat that only Richard seemed to know, and it brought James closer to the edge, all too soon. As if sensing James’ inability to hold out, Richard removed his mouth, drawing a soft groan of disappointment from James. He licked his way back up James body, until he was able to reach James’ mouth, which he assaulted with an increased fervour. James hated that he could taste himself on Richard’s tongue, as he wanted more of Richard; it encouraged him to suck on Richard’s tongue until all the faint traces of himself had disappeared down James’ throat.
Richard bucked his hips, causing their erections to knock together and eliciting moans from the both of them. Bracing himself on his left elbow, Richard used his right hand to trail down James’ body until his palm brushed up against his cock. James felt bad as he breathed in sharply, stealing any air from Richard’s lungs as he did. Richard laughed slightly into James’ mouth, sending vibrations through it that James felt all the way down to his toes.
With one hand, Richard skilfully grasped both of their cocks and slowly began to pump. The feeling of heated flesh against heated flesh was almost enough for Richard; James could tell by the way he shook and bucked into his own hand. James knew it would undo Richard if he slid his hand down to help, but it didn’t stop him. James batted Richard’s hand away gently, urging him to focus on just his erection instead, as he slid his fingers around Richard’s own. Richard was smaller than he was, but his cock rested snugly in his palm with the perfect weight, as though it were built for James’ hand to do exactly that.
Richard drew away from James’ mouth, gulping in air and allowing James to do the same.
“Fuck, James!” he whispered against James’ lips, in a breathy voice that James had never heard before, but entertained the idea of hearing again as soon as possible.
With a slide of his thumb and a flick of his wrist, James had Richard coming over his hand and cock in quick pulses. The semen that landed on his own cock created a delicious slickness between his flesh and the flesh of Richard’s still moving hand, which, ultimately, led to the inevitable end.
“Richard!” he gasped as he climaxed messily over them both.
After a few moments, Richard slowly moved to lie next to James, still breathing heavily from their exertions. Richard turned his head to the side and James could feel his stare burning into his face; he turned to stare right back at him.
“What?” he asked, as though they hadn’t just had one of the best sexual encounters he’d ever had.
Richard looked away to focus his sight on James’ ceiling instead, but after a few beats, he turned back to James with a grin on his face that James knew he wouldn’t like to hear the explanation behind.
“What?” he repeated, though his voice was decidedly lower and more dangerous.
Richard shrugged slightly.
“Would now be a bad time to tell you I wrote that story?”
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Pairing: James/Richard
Summary: Richard sends James fan-fiction, which gets James thinking.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content.
Author: blacktofade
Words: 3,525
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for ohmyshoes, who gave me the wonderful idea behind this fic. This has not been beta'd, so feel free to point out mistakes/offer concrit.
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Top Gear any of their affiliates. I don't mean any harm, this is all made up.
He had been perusing the endless tangle of the internet when he’d accidentally stumbled across the page. Well, accidentally was the wrong word; Richard had sent him an email with a link and only the words, “Check this out” in the body. His brain had warned him not to, but his fingers had disobeyed and moved the mouse. With one seemingly loud click, James had found himself in one of the darker recesses of the World Wide Web.
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- James’ hand shook as he trailed it down Richard’s bare chest. He could feel the smaller man’s heart racing beneath his palm and James’ breath lodged in his throat as he finally caught his eye.
He knew he should close the page to save himself from Richard’s idea of a joke, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He had heard of so-called “Fan Fiction”, but had never actually read any, especially not any about himself.
- Without breaking eye contact, James bent his head and licked a stripe down Richard’s skin, his tongue following the path his hand had just taken. When he reached the waistband of Richard’s jeans, he stopped and ghosted his fingertips over the buttons that were securing the material.
James’ face felt flushed and he began to realise that it was no longer a joke for him; it was torture; it was undignified; it turned him on. The thought of doing something like that to the real Richard made his stomach flip from both excitement and horror. He wondered if Richard had read the whole thing, or if he’d just scanned through for a laugh.
- Slowly, he undid the buttons, one by one, until he could draw Richard’s jeans over his hips and down his legs. The thin material of Richard’s boxers caught on the heavy denim and they were dragged down, too. James found himself face to face with Richard’s erection.
James hated himself as he felt his cock twitch. He finally dredged up enough effort to click out of the web page and sat for a few moments with his fingers twisted into his hair. He slowly untangled his digits and ran his hands over his face, trying to wipe away the flush of arousal. With the last of his courage, he opened his web browser again and went back to Richard’s email.
With the blessed anonymity of emotions that the internet provided, he clicked reply, and typed, “Haha, Hammond, very funny.” His heart was in his throat when he clicked send, and he didn’t know if he should swallow it back down to continue living, or throw it up to end his existence. At that moment, swallowing had never seemed so difficult.
He pushed his chair back and stumbled away from his desk, wishing computers and the internet hadn’t been invented. With his legs feeling like jelly, he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. A cup of tea would help him think, he thought, as he flicked the kettle on. For the first time, he noticed how clammy his palms were, so he wiped them against his thighs, begging his jeans to soak up the moisture and let him forget about what he’d just read. As he rubbed, he couldn’t help but feel how tight his jeans had become, especially around the crotch. He was too much of a coward to look at his own arousal, for fear that it would worsen the situation; it would make it all too real.
He set about making his tea as the kettle shut itself off after boiling the water. As the first of the burning liquid trailed down his throat, he couldn’t help but imagine it was Richard’s tongue on the outside of his skin, blistering his skin with the heat of his mouth. He couldn’t help but feel that, in this case, tea didn’t help one bit.
James thought back to what he had been reading and knew he couldn’t ignore neither it, nor his rather prominent erection. Leaving his half-empty mug of tea on the kitchen table, he headed back upstairs to his computer.
The link was still in his browser’s history, glaring at him, daring him to remove it. The page loaded and he scrolled to where he had left off.
- James wet his lips and shifted his gaze from Richard’s eyes, to his cock; being as close as he was, he could smell Richard’s heady scent.
“Please,” came the strangled cry from further up the bed.
Obliging, James dipped his head and licked over the head of Richard’s erection, causing Richard to groan in pleasure. James’ saliva made Richard’s flesh shine in the soft lighting of the room, but before either of them could admire it further, James completely engulfed Richard’s cock with his mouth.
James had to look away as his stomach knotted itself, akin to the mass the masts of Richard’s ship from their trip to Vietnam had become. He tried not to picture the real Richard at the mercy of his mouth, thrusting his hips up, breathing heavily, and moaning his name, but he failed. A wave of almost nausea-inducing embarrassment ran through him as he opened his jeans with shaking hands and pulled his erection out. His own hand was warm wrapped around his even warmer flesh; he flicked his eyes back up to the screen and continued on.
- Richard sat up slightly, resting back on his elbows, to watch as James’ mouth moved up and down his shaft. James’ mussy hair fell from behind the safety of his ears and tickled against Richard’s thighs; James didn’t bother trying to tuck it back into place. Richard groaned gently and, with as much effort as he could muster, he urged James off of his cock, for fear of coming too soon.
As though ironically embodying the version of Richard written on the screen before him, James cursed himself as he spilt, all too soon, over his knuckles with a sharp cry.
He shuffled from the room, trying to keep his loose jeans from slipping down his legs as he made his way to the bathroom. He tried not to look his reflection in the eyes as he stood before the mirror that hung above the sink, instead, he concentrated on getting the dirty secret off of his hands with piping hot water and a week’s worth of soap.
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The next time James saw Richard, he couldn’t help the red tinge that painted his cheeks and made him feel like his face was on fire.
“You alright, James?” Richard asked, squinting slightly as the morning sun shone in his eyes. They were standing in the Dunsfold airstrip car park, waiting for Jeremy to show, though they both already knew he had been out drinking the night before, and were therefore extremely likely to be late.
James nodded positively to Richard’s question, and watched as the latter man sat on the front of his car and folded his arms.
“You sure?” Richard asked, obviously not believing James’ half-hearted nod.
“I’m fine, Hammond,” James sighed, as he drew out his packet of smokes and placed a cigarette between his lips. He offered one to Richard, who just shook his head and mumbled something about New Year’s resolutions. He slipped the crumpled pack back into the front pocket of his jeans and when he pulled his hand back out, he had a small Zippo in his grasp. He tried to ignore the eyes burning into his mouth as he lit his cigarette and took the first, nicotine-quenching, drag.
“You should think about giving up, too, it’s bad for your health.” Richard mumbled this into his chest, as he determinedly focussed on picking the dirt from under his nails.
James snorted at the statement. “Since when have you been my mother?”
“I’m just saying,” Richard said quietly. James pursed his lips and watched Richard as he continued to stare at his, far more interesting, fingernails. He let the silence fall like a heavy blanket between them and continued to smoke his cigarette.
“Listen about that email-” Richard started, but was cut off as Jeremy’s car made its way towards them and finally parked next to James’ Porsche. James pretended not to hear him, opting to walk towards the slowly opening door of Jeremy’s car.
“Morning!” James said, a little too loudly to not be noticed by Jeremy as an attempt to end his life. As predicted, Jeremy pressed his fingers against his temple and rubbed gently, soothing away the obviously thumping headache.
“Don’t ask; I’m fine.” The roughness of his voice emphasised his blatant lie, but James didn’t bother arguing. He offered what was left of his cigarette to the pained man in an act of kindness, and watched as Jeremy took it, greedily sucking out the life left in it. When he was finished, he dropped the lightly smouldering cigarette to the floor and made his way around the side of the nearest hangar, his goal being their portakabin. Habitually, James trod on the remains to stub it out completely, and then quickly followed after Jeremy, not wanting to be caught alone with Richard now that he was mentioning that email. Of course, he couldn’t avoid the man forever.
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He found that out when he was sitting alone in the portakabin, after Jeremy had been whisked away to makeup. Richard had been off doing whatever it was that he did best, but ended up walking through the flimsy wooden door before Jeremy had made it back to inadvertently protect him from reality.
“Hey,” Richard mumbled as he moved to sit heavily on the sofa cushion next to James.
James responded with a noncommittal grunt and continued flicking through his script. Richard propped his booted feet up on the coffee table, which wobbled precariously under the weight, and rested his head on the back of the chair.
“That thing I sent you the other day? That was just a stupid joke, I shouldn’t have-”
“It’s fine,” James cut in, keeping his face schooled, while underneath, he was a mess of emotions and nerves. He hoped the heat on his face wouldn’t give him away, and that Richard would finally drop the subject. There was a long pause, and for a minute, James started congratulating himself; he spoke too soon, though, as Richard cleared his throat in a way that even James could tell was bad.
“What did you think, though?”
James’ head shot up from where he was pretending to read the lines on the page before him, and he almost got whiplash as he turned to stare at Richard to decipher how serious he was being.
“W-what?”
“Well, I think they got it wrong, don’t you?” James’ eyes scanned Richard’s face for any hints that he was joking, but he had difficulty reading his emotions.
James nodded slowly, still unsure, where their conversation was going.
“I mean, in all fairness, I’d probably be the one to suck your c-“ He was cut short as Jeremy slammed through the doorway, all force and frown, and both of them jumped visibly. They couldn’t have been more obvious if they’d tried; James knew he had a telltale blush on his face; Richard just looked downright guilty. Jeremy, fortunately, was preoccupied with shouting at someone on his mobile, and James took the opportunity to flee the room, leaving Richard behind.
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The day had stretched on, seemingly infinite, for James; every moment Richard was in the room, time seemed to slow to a crawl and James seemed to be aware of every tick of his watch. Richard had never been able to finish his sentence and James wasn’t sure if he was glad or not. He knew for certain that he was glad when he finally managed to sprawl out on the sofa at home, though.
He must have dozed off because when he next awoke the room was completely dark. He was just sitting up from his slouched position, trying to roll the crick out of his neck, when a scraping sound came from his kitchen. James’ heart thundered in his chest, but the rest of his body was completely still; he even held his breath. His ears strained for some other indication that he wasn’t alone, when he realised that it was probably Fusker. He laughed at himself for being so jumpy and rose from the settee; he definitely needed a drink.
Walking blindly down the hall, he found that a light was streaming through the doorway of the kitchen. He knew he hadn’t left the light on because when he’d got home it had still been light outside, and he hadn’t needed it. His heart began to race again and he tiptoed to the doorway to peer cautiously around the doorframe.
“You’re awake then?” came a voice from behind him.
James jumped and spun around, coming face to face with Richard, who was wiping his hands on his jeans. James' heart was in his throat and he pleaded with his body to calm down.
“I was just in the bathroom,” he offered in explanation first. “You didn’t answer your door earlier, but I knew you were here, so I just let myself in. I bought us some fish and chips.”
Richard’s last sentence made James forget all about Richard’s boldness at entering his house uninvited. He led the way into his kitchen and set about gathering plates and cutlery for their dinner, as Richard grabbed two beers from the fridge.
“Why do you bother with plates?” Richard asked as he took a swig from his opened bottle. “There’s a reason newspapers were invented.”
“I thought we might eat like two civilised people; is that a problem?”
Richard grinned and shook his head.
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James had thought keeping the conversation focussed on motorbikes would have worked, but Richard seemed set on bring up his conversational topic from earlier in the day.
“You know there’s porn about Jeremy on the internet, too”
James pulled a face, using humour to deflect Richard away from his embarrassment that lingered just below the surface. He hoped it would be enough, but that was never the way with Richard; Richard was never satiated. There was a long pause as Richard finished off the rest of his chips before he started talking again.
“Did you read it the whole way through?” James knew what he was talking about, but was too ashamed to admit it.
“Don’t speak with your mouth full.”
“So, that’s a ‘yes’?” Richard responded after he’d swallowed his dinner. James was getting annoyed, now.
“No, Richard, I didn’t read it completely. Will you drop it now?” His answer was somewhat truthful; he just didn’t mention that he hadn’t finished it because he had been too preoccupied with his come-covered hands.
Richard shrugged. “I could show you how it went, if you want.”
It was then that James realised he hadn’t had enough to drink to be having that particular conversation with Richard; partly because he found his mouth completely dry. He didn’t know if Richard was being serious, or not, but the look on Richard’s face portrayed the former emotion in a way that made James swallow, even though there was nothing in his mouth to swallow.
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It was when James had found himself naked, flat on his back, sprawled across the duvet on his bed that he realised he must have nodded, or something. Richard, also lacking clothing, crawled on his hands and knees towards James from the bottom of the bed, until his hands lay either side of James’ head and his knees rested either side of James’ waist. Richard hadn’t touched him yet, so when his face got closer, James found his heart beating faster and faster, until he was sure it would burst from his chest.
“This isn’t fiction, Richard,” James muttered, as Richard’s breath played over his lips.
“I know,” came the reply, before they were both silenced as Richard closed the gap between them, his lips colliding with James’ own. The tongue in James’ mouth didn’t stop to let his brain catch up, and he kept his eyes open to make sure the man in front of him didn’t crumble away into another of his fantasies, as he was sure this wasn’t actually happening. A jolt of something shot up through his stomach in excitement, the thrill of a first kiss, but he had long since passed the years where having first kisses was still normal.
James ran his hands down Richard’s sides and knew the flesh under his palms was very, very real. It stretched and moved under his fingers, and James vowed to memorise every inch of it.
Above him, Richard broke their kiss and slowly kissed his way down James’ chin, down his neck, down, down, in a similar fashion as it had been written in the story that had started it all. Richard’s tongue flicked out every now and then to taste James, to take in the flavour of salty skin with a bitter aftertaste. When Richard was level with his cock, James found he couldn’t remember how to breathe, especially not now that Richard was doing what he’d been imagining him doing, nonstop, for the past week. James couldn’t look away as Richard enveloped the head of his erection in his mouth and almost came at the sight when Richard looked up at him through his eye lashes.
The wet warmth of Richard’s mouth made him clutch at the covers underneath him and he struggled not to thrust up into the tightness. Richard’s tongue flicked idly against his cock, keeping a beat that only Richard seemed to know, and it brought James closer to the edge, all too soon. As if sensing James’ inability to hold out, Richard removed his mouth, drawing a soft groan of disappointment from James. He licked his way back up James body, until he was able to reach James’ mouth, which he assaulted with an increased fervour. James hated that he could taste himself on Richard’s tongue, as he wanted more of Richard; it encouraged him to suck on Richard’s tongue until all the faint traces of himself had disappeared down James’ throat.
Richard bucked his hips, causing their erections to knock together and eliciting moans from the both of them. Bracing himself on his left elbow, Richard used his right hand to trail down James’ body until his palm brushed up against his cock. James felt bad as he breathed in sharply, stealing any air from Richard’s lungs as he did. Richard laughed slightly into James’ mouth, sending vibrations through it that James felt all the way down to his toes.
With one hand, Richard skilfully grasped both of their cocks and slowly began to pump. The feeling of heated flesh against heated flesh was almost enough for Richard; James could tell by the way he shook and bucked into his own hand. James knew it would undo Richard if he slid his hand down to help, but it didn’t stop him. James batted Richard’s hand away gently, urging him to focus on just his erection instead, as he slid his fingers around Richard’s own. Richard was smaller than he was, but his cock rested snugly in his palm with the perfect weight, as though it were built for James’ hand to do exactly that.
Richard drew away from James’ mouth, gulping in air and allowing James to do the same.
“Fuck, James!” he whispered against James’ lips, in a breathy voice that James had never heard before, but entertained the idea of hearing again as soon as possible.
With a slide of his thumb and a flick of his wrist, James had Richard coming over his hand and cock in quick pulses. The semen that landed on his own cock created a delicious slickness between his flesh and the flesh of Richard’s still moving hand, which, ultimately, led to the inevitable end.
“Richard!” he gasped as he climaxed messily over them both.
After a few moments, Richard slowly moved to lie next to James, still breathing heavily from their exertions. Richard turned his head to the side and James could feel his stare burning into his face; he turned to stare right back at him.
“What?” he asked, as though they hadn’t just had one of the best sexual encounters he’d ever had.
Richard looked away to focus his sight on James’ ceiling instead, but after a few beats, he turned back to James with a grin on his face that James knew he wouldn’t like to hear the explanation behind.
“What?” he repeated, though his voice was decidedly lower and more dangerous.
Richard shrugged slightly.
“Would now be a bad time to tell you I wrote that story?”
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