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Title: Shower Scene
Fandom: RPS; UFC
Pairing: Amir Sadollah /Forrest Griffin
Rating: NC-17 for smut and language
Disclaimer: This is fiction. No intention of defaming or presenting this as the truth.
This is for jacosh_neko who asked for Forrest/Amir NC-17 while the Ultimate Fighter 7 is still filming. I did not anticipate it taking me a month to write this. Maybe it's worth the wait? Anyway, feel free to request more here or at my journal!
X-posted to tuf_luvs.
The only door that locks on a reliable basis is the bathroom door, so that's where they are. Forrest is sitting cross-legged in the shower and Amir's sitting on the toilet, doing his best to ensure his heart doesn't beat its way out of his throat. There are a few ways this could go. One, he says it and Forrest just leaves, which maybe isn't the worst thing in the world, but definitely not the best scenario. Two, he doesn't say it and he'll regret it the rest of his life, or if not that long, at least for an unforseeably long amount of time. Three, he says it and Forrest laughs at him, which wouldn't be the first or last time, and then they talk about something else. Four, he doesn't say it and Forrest says it for him, which would be unbelieving embarrassing and could still lead to every other awkward option. Five, he says it and maybe... it happens. The unpredictable, wildcard it.
“I'm not sitting in the shower for nothing.” Forrest reclines against the wall of the shower, raising his eyebrows skeptically at Amir. “You said you had something to tell me?”
“I, uh, yeah.” Amir crosses his arms over his chest, slumping his shoulders forward a little more. He knows it's bad, to set yourself up for failure, but he's done it all of his life. And it had gotten him this far, so he's never gotten around to breaking the habit. He'd never even considered it before he met Forrest. “Not the easiest thing to say.”
“What?” Forrest sits up, his foot slamming into the shower door loudly enough for the sound to echo. Amir snorts and grabs the shaking frame. “What?” Forrest presses, nearly glaring at him.
“Okay, okay. Jesus.” Amir pushes all the air out of his lungs in the event that Forrest's reaction knocks it out for him. “I've sort of got-this isn't the right word, but I can't think of a better one, so. I've sort of got a crush on you.”
Forrest laughs. So there's three. Now Forrest is going to artfully change the subject and that will be the last time they talk about it. Forrest shakes his head, still laughing. He shifts a little, ducking out of sight behind the opaque shower door, but he pats the spot next to him, next to the drain. Amir is confused, but he doesn't say anything and sits down, tucking his legs underneath him. “I already knew that.”
Amir nods, resigned to keep this running as smoothly as possible. There's a lot more at stake than there usually is for him. When you tell a guy you meet at the gym that you've got a crush on him and he doesn't reciprocate, well, you just go get a new training partner. When you tell your fucking coach... that's an entirely different ballgame. “That obvious, huh?”
“I don't know.” Forrest shrugs, elbowing Amir hard enough to knock his hands off of his knees. “It's not that you were obvious so much as I was looking for it. If that makes any sense.”
“It... doesn't. What do you mean 'looking for it?'” Amir replaces his hands and hones in on the spaces between the tiles on the bathroom floor. He doesn't trust Forrest enough to look him in the eye.
“I--Nothing. I was paying attention, is all I'm saying.” Forrest shoulders him this time and Amir risks a glance. He's smiling, so that's a good thing. His hair's messed up, sticking up in the back, so Amir reaches up and fixes it without thinking about it. Forrest's smile only gets wider when Amir's finished. “So... What does that mean? A crush?”
“I told you it wasn't the right word,” Amir sighs, letting one of his bare feet knock against Forrest's. “I... like you, is all. Doesn't have to mean anything, really.”
“So why did you tell me then? You not want it to mean anything?”
Amir's head is starting to hurt. He knew coming in that Forrest is nearly impossible to read and he's always done a nice job of talking Amir in circles, but this isn't even a circle. It's a fucking maze. “Are you saying that it does?”
“Don't answer my question with a question. That's so unfair.” Forrest laughs. Amir turns to look at him, unsure whether he's actually laughing at him or just the situation, but Forrest is looking at the shower head and isn't turning back around.
“I-Fine, okay. I...want it to mean something, but only if that's okay with you. Is it okay with you?” Forrest still isn't looking at him and they fall into the first lull in the conversation. Amir panics a little bit so he presses himself into Forrest's side briefly, hard enough to get a grunt out of him. “Is it okay with you?”
Forrest grabs the back of his neck and kisses him hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs. Amir can't even get his brain to stop reeling before Forrest's got him pressed against the edge of the shower. He grabs at the wall for something to hold onto, trying desperately to keep up with Forrest's mouth. Forrest laces his fingers over Amir's, smiling against his mouth. Then he slides his hands until they're fastened tight to Amir's side, pressing hard into his ribs. Amir can feel Forrest's heartbeat underneath his tongue and he's pretty sure it's going as fast as his own, which he takes as a good sign. Before time slows down enough for Amir to get completely comfortable, Forrest knocks his legs apart with one of his and shoves his knee between them, kissing him hard enough to make his head bounce off of the wall of the shower. He breaks away, tilting his head up so he can both catch is breath and keep track of what exactly is going on.
“Wait, wait.” He knows he should push Forrest's knee away and he definitely shouldn't be lifting his hips up, but he can't help it. “You s-sure about this?”
Forrest fastens his mouth to Amir's neck, working his way up to right underneath his earlobe and stifles any other protest on Amir's part. Amir's hips jerk up and Forrest laughs lightly against his Adam's apple before licking his way back up to Amir's lips. His hands slide down Amir's sides till they're on his hips, his fingers curling at the hem of his t-shirt.
“'M serious,” Amir murmurs, squeezing a hand over one of Forrest's without actually pushing it away, but Forrest just balls up his shirt and shoves it up under his chin, grinning almost sadistically. Amir tries to ask him again, but Forrest tangles up his tongue with his own and Amir forgets his hesitation. Forrest pulls his shirt all the way off before smashing their mouths together again, thumbing the spot just under his hipbone after pushing his shorts down an inch or two. Amir lifts his hips off the tile floor again, one of his hands almost slipping out from underneath him. Forrest hooks his fingers in the waistband of Amir's shorts, but he never actually slides them down. Amir tries to clap his hands over Forrest's, force them down, but Forrest shakes him off with a quick twist. “Shit, Forrest, come on.”
Forrest presses his nose into the side of Amir's neck, his breath wet and hot against Amir's collarbone. “Thought you wanted me to slow down,” he laughs, much breathier than before. Amir pushes Forrest's head off of his shoulder and kisses him hard, their noses crunching together sickeningly. He grabs at Forrest's shirt and pulls it off, smothering him again as soon as it's clear of of his face. He runs his hands over his chest, his brain flashing back to all the times he'd imagined that very moment. Well, they hadn't been pressed up against the wall of the shower when he thought about it, but everything else was so eerily the same. “Still want me to stop? Last call.” He snaps the waistband of Amir's shorts as if he needed extra convincing.
“I-No. D-don't.” He shifts, hoping it's not too close to squirming, but it's getting nearly impossible to stay still, especially since Forrest hasn't moved his knee an inch.
“Gotta ask nice. Didn't your mom teach you anything?” Forrest tugs on the longest part of Amir's hair, tilting his head back so he can suck lightly on his neck carefully enough not to leave a mark.
Amir feels his jaw shaking around the words before he can even get them out, but he squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw long enough to temporarily push Forrest's tongue and knee and hands and chest out of his mind. “Don't stop. Please.”
Forrest pulls Amir's shorts and boxers down in record time, moving his knee out of the way. The tile left indentations and imprints on his skin. Amir's heart starts pounding against his eardrums, not quite panicked, but amplified. He feels like everything is suddenly in slow motion. Forrest is probably kissing him at the same speed as before, but it feels slowed down, every flick of his tongue and soft groan trapped between them heightened, magnified. Amir cracks his head against the wall again when Forrest gets a hand around him, warmer than Amir expected, rough, steady. Steady enough to get Amir to start shaking. He moves slow, letting Amir swallow his air. Amir grabs at Forrest's back for leverage and also to ensure that it's not a dream, that Forrest isn't going to go anywhere when he opens his eyes.
“Good?” Forrest asks, his lips brushing against Amir's even as he speaks. Amir doesn't even try to form a coherent thought, he just nods against Forrest's forehead, digging his nails into his back. Forrest squirms, shrugging out of his touch before easing back into his fingers. “Careful. Marks.” He nips at Amir's neck, false retribution. “So, this good or you want...?” Forrest trails off and locks eyes with Amir, the look on his face as close to petulant as Amir's ever seen it.
“I want you,” Amir pushes out, his voice barely more than a breath. Again, that's all Forrest needs for a green light. He gets his hands under Amir's back and pulls out from his hips, getting him flat on his back with a resounding smack against the tile. Forrest wrestles the rest of his clothes off before bending Amir in half to give him a quick kiss.
“You sure? 'Cause I'm cool if you're not,” Forrest says, but Amir doesn't believe him. His eyes are nearly all black, entirely pupil. Amir laughs and nods curtly. Forrest kisses him again before pulling up, wrapping Amir's legs around him manually. Forrest moves the shower door to dump all of their clothes out of the shower, not before taking a small little plastic package out of the pocket in his shorts.
Amir propped himself up on his elbows, smirking despite himself. “So you thought I was that easy, huh?”
“I-What? No. It was just...” Forrest trails off, ripping the packaging with his teeth and spitting out the little ribbon, beaming, obviously satisfied with himself. “Insurance.” He hands the condom to Amir and replaces the shower door in its original position, raising his eyebrows.
Amir swallows passed the newly formed lump in his throat and does his best to get his heart rate back under control. His hands shake, but he rolls it on Forrest, flushing slightly when Forrest groans. “You still sure?” Forrest asks, his eyes widening slightly. He puts his hands on Amir's hips and Amir pretends that he doesn't notice that they've started shaking. “'Cause pretty soon it's gonna be too late.”
“Shut up,” Amir laughs, craning his hips to push against Forrest, a bemused smile flickering across his face, but he can't sustain it for long. “If I haven't stopped you yet, I'm not going to.”
Forrest preps him slowly, his eyes locked on Amir's the entire time. Amir has to squeeze them shut occasionally, but for the most part, he stares back, trying his best to see what Forrest could possibly see in him. Forrest slides in slow, his hands tight and slick on Amir's hips, sliding with every minute movement forward. Amir focuses on his breathing, in through the mouth, out through the nose, and keeps his hands fisted on the tile. “F-faster,” he forces out, punching Forrest in the side lightly. “Harder.”
Forrest snorts and ducks his head down, spreading his legs out so his knees clunk against the sides of the shower, making the door shake again. Amir hooks his legs behind Forrest's, his calves straining against Forrest's hamstrings, and he grabs onto Forrest's back, hard, in part to take the pressure off of his back, caught between Forrest's body and the shower tile, and to get more leverage to push back. Forrest's hands are flat at either side of Amir's head, squeezing into the grout between tiles, and his hair is starting to drip sweat onto Amir. He's breathing hard and bending closer and closer to Amir every time he switches his rhythm. Amir hooks his hands behind his neck, easily falling into Forrest's near rabid breathing, their chests moving up and down at the same time.
“Shit,” Forrest groans, pressing his forehead into Amir's shoulder, slowing down considerably. Amir makes a noise close to a whine, but Forrest lets it go for the time being. “Sorry, dude. Wanna make it last.”
“No,” Amir nearly barks, digging his heels into the back of Forrest's legs. “Make it last next time.”
“Assuming there's a next time already?” Forrest laughs. But he listens. He speeds back up, keeping his forehead on Amir's shoulder like it's too much work for him to lift his head. He'd been right, though. Neither one of them lasts much longer. When Amir comes, he accidentally kicks the faucet. The shower sputters on and they stay tangled together for a second, both laughing so hard they can barely stop.
“Killed two birds with one stone,” Forrest observes when they finally untangle. He tosses Amir the bar of soap in the dish. “Now we get our cold shower, too.”
They both clean up, avoiding eye contact and trying to play it off with shy smiles. Amir towels Forrest dry, though, if a little roughly. Amir checks that no one's in his room to see them come out of the bathroom together and makes sure that at least his hair looks dry so there's no reason for the guys to be suspicious.
“So, you want there to be a next time? Really?” Forrest asks, scratching his head less than inconspicuously. He may as well have shuffled his feet. Amir didn't answer him. He stood up on the tips of his toes and gave Forrest a chaste kiss, smiling against his lips.
Fandom: RPS; UFC
Pairing: Amir Sadollah /Forrest Griffin
Rating: NC-17 for smut and language
Disclaimer: This is fiction. No intention of defaming or presenting this as the truth.
This is for jacosh_neko who asked for Forrest/Amir NC-17 while the Ultimate Fighter 7 is still filming. I did not anticipate it taking me a month to write this. Maybe it's worth the wait? Anyway, feel free to request more here or at my journal!
X-posted to tuf_luvs.
The only door that locks on a reliable basis is the bathroom door, so that's where they are. Forrest is sitting cross-legged in the shower and Amir's sitting on the toilet, doing his best to ensure his heart doesn't beat its way out of his throat. There are a few ways this could go. One, he says it and Forrest just leaves, which maybe isn't the worst thing in the world, but definitely not the best scenario. Two, he doesn't say it and he'll regret it the rest of his life, or if not that long, at least for an unforseeably long amount of time. Three, he says it and Forrest laughs at him, which wouldn't be the first or last time, and then they talk about something else. Four, he doesn't say it and Forrest says it for him, which would be unbelieving embarrassing and could still lead to every other awkward option. Five, he says it and maybe... it happens. The unpredictable, wildcard it.
“I'm not sitting in the shower for nothing.” Forrest reclines against the wall of the shower, raising his eyebrows skeptically at Amir. “You said you had something to tell me?”
“I, uh, yeah.” Amir crosses his arms over his chest, slumping his shoulders forward a little more. He knows it's bad, to set yourself up for failure, but he's done it all of his life. And it had gotten him this far, so he's never gotten around to breaking the habit. He'd never even considered it before he met Forrest. “Not the easiest thing to say.”
“What?” Forrest sits up, his foot slamming into the shower door loudly enough for the sound to echo. Amir snorts and grabs the shaking frame. “What?” Forrest presses, nearly glaring at him.
“Okay, okay. Jesus.” Amir pushes all the air out of his lungs in the event that Forrest's reaction knocks it out for him. “I've sort of got-this isn't the right word, but I can't think of a better one, so. I've sort of got a crush on you.”
Forrest laughs. So there's three. Now Forrest is going to artfully change the subject and that will be the last time they talk about it. Forrest shakes his head, still laughing. He shifts a little, ducking out of sight behind the opaque shower door, but he pats the spot next to him, next to the drain. Amir is confused, but he doesn't say anything and sits down, tucking his legs underneath him. “I already knew that.”
Amir nods, resigned to keep this running as smoothly as possible. There's a lot more at stake than there usually is for him. When you tell a guy you meet at the gym that you've got a crush on him and he doesn't reciprocate, well, you just go get a new training partner. When you tell your fucking coach... that's an entirely different ballgame. “That obvious, huh?”
“I don't know.” Forrest shrugs, elbowing Amir hard enough to knock his hands off of his knees. “It's not that you were obvious so much as I was looking for it. If that makes any sense.”
“It... doesn't. What do you mean 'looking for it?'” Amir replaces his hands and hones in on the spaces between the tiles on the bathroom floor. He doesn't trust Forrest enough to look him in the eye.
“I--Nothing. I was paying attention, is all I'm saying.” Forrest shoulders him this time and Amir risks a glance. He's smiling, so that's a good thing. His hair's messed up, sticking up in the back, so Amir reaches up and fixes it without thinking about it. Forrest's smile only gets wider when Amir's finished. “So... What does that mean? A crush?”
“I told you it wasn't the right word,” Amir sighs, letting one of his bare feet knock against Forrest's. “I... like you, is all. Doesn't have to mean anything, really.”
“So why did you tell me then? You not want it to mean anything?”
Amir's head is starting to hurt. He knew coming in that Forrest is nearly impossible to read and he's always done a nice job of talking Amir in circles, but this isn't even a circle. It's a fucking maze. “Are you saying that it does?”
“Don't answer my question with a question. That's so unfair.” Forrest laughs. Amir turns to look at him, unsure whether he's actually laughing at him or just the situation, but Forrest is looking at the shower head and isn't turning back around.
“I-Fine, okay. I...want it to mean something, but only if that's okay with you. Is it okay with you?” Forrest still isn't looking at him and they fall into the first lull in the conversation. Amir panics a little bit so he presses himself into Forrest's side briefly, hard enough to get a grunt out of him. “Is it okay with you?”
Forrest grabs the back of his neck and kisses him hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs. Amir can't even get his brain to stop reeling before Forrest's got him pressed against the edge of the shower. He grabs at the wall for something to hold onto, trying desperately to keep up with Forrest's mouth. Forrest laces his fingers over Amir's, smiling against his mouth. Then he slides his hands until they're fastened tight to Amir's side, pressing hard into his ribs. Amir can feel Forrest's heartbeat underneath his tongue and he's pretty sure it's going as fast as his own, which he takes as a good sign. Before time slows down enough for Amir to get completely comfortable, Forrest knocks his legs apart with one of his and shoves his knee between them, kissing him hard enough to make his head bounce off of the wall of the shower. He breaks away, tilting his head up so he can both catch is breath and keep track of what exactly is going on.
“Wait, wait.” He knows he should push Forrest's knee away and he definitely shouldn't be lifting his hips up, but he can't help it. “You s-sure about this?”
Forrest fastens his mouth to Amir's neck, working his way up to right underneath his earlobe and stifles any other protest on Amir's part. Amir's hips jerk up and Forrest laughs lightly against his Adam's apple before licking his way back up to Amir's lips. His hands slide down Amir's sides till they're on his hips, his fingers curling at the hem of his t-shirt.
“'M serious,” Amir murmurs, squeezing a hand over one of Forrest's without actually pushing it away, but Forrest just balls up his shirt and shoves it up under his chin, grinning almost sadistically. Amir tries to ask him again, but Forrest tangles up his tongue with his own and Amir forgets his hesitation. Forrest pulls his shirt all the way off before smashing their mouths together again, thumbing the spot just under his hipbone after pushing his shorts down an inch or two. Amir lifts his hips off the tile floor again, one of his hands almost slipping out from underneath him. Forrest hooks his fingers in the waistband of Amir's shorts, but he never actually slides them down. Amir tries to clap his hands over Forrest's, force them down, but Forrest shakes him off with a quick twist. “Shit, Forrest, come on.”
Forrest presses his nose into the side of Amir's neck, his breath wet and hot against Amir's collarbone. “Thought you wanted me to slow down,” he laughs, much breathier than before. Amir pushes Forrest's head off of his shoulder and kisses him hard, their noses crunching together sickeningly. He grabs at Forrest's shirt and pulls it off, smothering him again as soon as it's clear of of his face. He runs his hands over his chest, his brain flashing back to all the times he'd imagined that very moment. Well, they hadn't been pressed up against the wall of the shower when he thought about it, but everything else was so eerily the same. “Still want me to stop? Last call.” He snaps the waistband of Amir's shorts as if he needed extra convincing.
“I-No. D-don't.” He shifts, hoping it's not too close to squirming, but it's getting nearly impossible to stay still, especially since Forrest hasn't moved his knee an inch.
“Gotta ask nice. Didn't your mom teach you anything?” Forrest tugs on the longest part of Amir's hair, tilting his head back so he can suck lightly on his neck carefully enough not to leave a mark.
Amir feels his jaw shaking around the words before he can even get them out, but he squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw long enough to temporarily push Forrest's tongue and knee and hands and chest out of his mind. “Don't stop. Please.”
Forrest pulls Amir's shorts and boxers down in record time, moving his knee out of the way. The tile left indentations and imprints on his skin. Amir's heart starts pounding against his eardrums, not quite panicked, but amplified. He feels like everything is suddenly in slow motion. Forrest is probably kissing him at the same speed as before, but it feels slowed down, every flick of his tongue and soft groan trapped between them heightened, magnified. Amir cracks his head against the wall again when Forrest gets a hand around him, warmer than Amir expected, rough, steady. Steady enough to get Amir to start shaking. He moves slow, letting Amir swallow his air. Amir grabs at Forrest's back for leverage and also to ensure that it's not a dream, that Forrest isn't going to go anywhere when he opens his eyes.
“Good?” Forrest asks, his lips brushing against Amir's even as he speaks. Amir doesn't even try to form a coherent thought, he just nods against Forrest's forehead, digging his nails into his back. Forrest squirms, shrugging out of his touch before easing back into his fingers. “Careful. Marks.” He nips at Amir's neck, false retribution. “So, this good or you want...?” Forrest trails off and locks eyes with Amir, the look on his face as close to petulant as Amir's ever seen it.
“I want you,” Amir pushes out, his voice barely more than a breath. Again, that's all Forrest needs for a green light. He gets his hands under Amir's back and pulls out from his hips, getting him flat on his back with a resounding smack against the tile. Forrest wrestles the rest of his clothes off before bending Amir in half to give him a quick kiss.
“You sure? 'Cause I'm cool if you're not,” Forrest says, but Amir doesn't believe him. His eyes are nearly all black, entirely pupil. Amir laughs and nods curtly. Forrest kisses him again before pulling up, wrapping Amir's legs around him manually. Forrest moves the shower door to dump all of their clothes out of the shower, not before taking a small little plastic package out of the pocket in his shorts.
Amir propped himself up on his elbows, smirking despite himself. “So you thought I was that easy, huh?”
“I-What? No. It was just...” Forrest trails off, ripping the packaging with his teeth and spitting out the little ribbon, beaming, obviously satisfied with himself. “Insurance.” He hands the condom to Amir and replaces the shower door in its original position, raising his eyebrows.
Amir swallows passed the newly formed lump in his throat and does his best to get his heart rate back under control. His hands shake, but he rolls it on Forrest, flushing slightly when Forrest groans. “You still sure?” Forrest asks, his eyes widening slightly. He puts his hands on Amir's hips and Amir pretends that he doesn't notice that they've started shaking. “'Cause pretty soon it's gonna be too late.”
“Shut up,” Amir laughs, craning his hips to push against Forrest, a bemused smile flickering across his face, but he can't sustain it for long. “If I haven't stopped you yet, I'm not going to.”
Forrest preps him slowly, his eyes locked on Amir's the entire time. Amir has to squeeze them shut occasionally, but for the most part, he stares back, trying his best to see what Forrest could possibly see in him. Forrest slides in slow, his hands tight and slick on Amir's hips, sliding with every minute movement forward. Amir focuses on his breathing, in through the mouth, out through the nose, and keeps his hands fisted on the tile. “F-faster,” he forces out, punching Forrest in the side lightly. “Harder.”
Forrest snorts and ducks his head down, spreading his legs out so his knees clunk against the sides of the shower, making the door shake again. Amir hooks his legs behind Forrest's, his calves straining against Forrest's hamstrings, and he grabs onto Forrest's back, hard, in part to take the pressure off of his back, caught between Forrest's body and the shower tile, and to get more leverage to push back. Forrest's hands are flat at either side of Amir's head, squeezing into the grout between tiles, and his hair is starting to drip sweat onto Amir. He's breathing hard and bending closer and closer to Amir every time he switches his rhythm. Amir hooks his hands behind his neck, easily falling into Forrest's near rabid breathing, their chests moving up and down at the same time.
“Shit,” Forrest groans, pressing his forehead into Amir's shoulder, slowing down considerably. Amir makes a noise close to a whine, but Forrest lets it go for the time being. “Sorry, dude. Wanna make it last.”
“No,” Amir nearly barks, digging his heels into the back of Forrest's legs. “Make it last next time.”
“Assuming there's a next time already?” Forrest laughs. But he listens. He speeds back up, keeping his forehead on Amir's shoulder like it's too much work for him to lift his head. He'd been right, though. Neither one of them lasts much longer. When Amir comes, he accidentally kicks the faucet. The shower sputters on and they stay tangled together for a second, both laughing so hard they can barely stop.
“Killed two birds with one stone,” Forrest observes when they finally untangle. He tosses Amir the bar of soap in the dish. “Now we get our cold shower, too.”
They both clean up, avoiding eye contact and trying to play it off with shy smiles. Amir towels Forrest dry, though, if a little roughly. Amir checks that no one's in his room to see them come out of the bathroom together and makes sure that at least his hair looks dry so there's no reason for the guys to be suspicious.
“So, you want there to be a next time? Really?” Forrest asks, scratching his head less than inconspicuously. He may as well have shuffled his feet. Amir didn't answer him. He stood up on the tips of his toes and gave Forrest a chaste kiss, smiling against his lips.