Tropic Thunder Fic!!
Yeah. Anyhow this too, is for Porn Battle VII, go figure.
I should not be allowed to write after 1:00 in the morning.
Disclaimer - I do not own these characters. However, if anybody is selling Robert Downy Jr., I will take him off your hands.
Rather Proclaim It
This time starts in public.
Kevin is on the red carpet at the Oscars, (the fucking Oscars man!) speaking into any microphone that’s shoved into his face. Laughing at bad puns, trying desperately to remember who’s design his tux is, and trying very hard not to gloat out loud over the fact that Kirk has somehow managed to talk Jennifer Love Hewitt into walking beside him. He owes Kirk ways that he doubts are even humanly possible to repay.
Kevin is talking to Ross, the Intern, trying not to squint in response to the purple-neon colored shirt the guy is wearing, and sending his love out to Jay Fucking Leno and audience when Alpa comes from behind, and kisses him full on the lips. Ross squeals at an eardrum shattering level, Alpa grins, cracks a joke, and goes back to Lance’s side. Kevin blinks.
He does not take home one of the eight Oscars the film has been nominated for. He doesn’t think about it too hard.
It ends in private. Sort of.
Kevin is at one of the after, after parties. Jennifer is long gone, with a kiss to his cheek and a comment about what a nice guy he is. (Kevin is not disheartened. He knows he was a favor date, he’s just glad she didn’t feel the need to gouge her eyes out from boredom. And she did kiss him on national television, so hey, he’s always gonna have that.)
Alpa’s there, Lance is nowhere in sight. Kevin makes an inquiry, Alpa tells him to shut his fucking mouth. (Kevin would like it to be known that at this point in time he is rather drunk. So is everyone else in the room; Russell Crowe punched another paparazzi twelve minutes ago, the footage has been on the entertainment channels for the last ten.) Kevin makes a suggestion about fucking, mouths, and the plethora of guest rooms and closets in their current location. Alpa stares, Kevin smiles, and puckers his lips.
There is a lot of quick walking, and they try in five rooms on two floors (only three of which were locked, and wow, Tobey McGuire has a great ass) before they find one unoccupied. Alpa goes inside and Kevin follows.
His back is against the door, and Alpa’s mouth is on his, hard, bruising, and fucking perfect exactly what he wants. This is not their first time.
Their first time was in a hotel in Vietnam fresh from a shoot where they watched their director literally blown to pieces. Kevin had a lot of firsts on that shoot. First time he shot a gun, first time he shot a person, first time he gave a blowjob. First time he fucked a guy, first time he got fucked, first time he saw stars when he came. The last ones are maybe the least important, but they’re also the only ones he can concentrate on without the urge to curl into a ball, and cry for his mother.
They have been together since. This is their first time in the states. Kevin grins, and reaches behind him to flip the lock. Nobody needs to realize just how great an ass Alpa’s got.
Kevin brings his hands up, lays them flat against Alpa’s chest, and shoves. Alpa’s legs hit the bed, and he sits hard. Kevin straddles him, kisses him, grinds down. Alpa’s cock is hard against his even through both pairs of pants and Kevin grins against Alpa’s mouth. Alpa growls, moves, and Kevin is under him. Alpa’s hands are quick, and then his pants are open, his cock bobbing up from the flap. Alpa licks the length of it and Kevin groans.
Alpa licks twice more, root to tip, and then takes the head into his mouth and sucks hard. Kevin’s hips jerk up wanting to fuck, but Alpa catches them and forces him back down against the bed. He licks and sucks Kevin deep and long, before pulling back and laving the head of Kevin’s dick with long, loving strokes with the broad side of his tongue. Alpa’s hand works the base of dick, and Kevin is out of his mind. He’s groaning, cursing, begging, promising anything to get more of that mouth on his dick. Then Alpa pulls off him completely and Kevin makes a sound that he refuses to believe is a whimper.
Alpa pulls Kevin’s pants off, sheds his own clothes at the same time. Kevin watches.
Kevin watches as Alpa’s fingers work the buttons on his shirt fumbling a little in their haste. Watches as each button lost opens the shirt more, advertising smooth chocolate colored skin that Kevin can’t wait to put his mouth to. He licks his lips as Alpa’s pants pool around his ankles, and Alpa crawls back up the bed, dick bobbing.
Alpa kisses him, tongue deep in Kevin’s mouth, teeth nibbling Kevin’s lower lip. Kevin is harder than he’s ever been in life. Alpa’s mouth moves to his neck, and Kevin claws his back. Fucks up into the crease of Alpa’s thigh, and feels Alpa’s dick against his stomach. Alpa sucks hard at the artery in Kevin’s neck, and Kevin moans. Alpa moves back down his body, stopping to lick and bite his nipples into pebbles, before continuing on down to Kevin’s dick. Alpa’s mouth closes over the head again, and Kevin fucks up into the wet heat once, twice, and then he’s coming.
Kevin lays back boneless, and grinning, ready for whatever comes next. He can’t fucking wait.
Soooo.... yup. There ya go.
I should not be allowed to write after 1:00 in the morning.
Disclaimer - I do not own these characters. However, if anybody is selling Robert Downy Jr., I will take him off your hands.
Rather Proclaim It
This time starts in public.
Kevin is on the red carpet at the Oscars, (the fucking Oscars man!) speaking into any microphone that’s shoved into his face. Laughing at bad puns, trying desperately to remember who’s design his tux is, and trying very hard not to gloat out loud over the fact that Kirk has somehow managed to talk Jennifer Love Hewitt into walking beside him. He owes Kirk ways that he doubts are even humanly possible to repay.
Kevin is talking to Ross, the Intern, trying not to squint in response to the purple-neon colored shirt the guy is wearing, and sending his love out to Jay Fucking Leno and audience when Alpa comes from behind, and kisses him full on the lips. Ross squeals at an eardrum shattering level, Alpa grins, cracks a joke, and goes back to Lance’s side. Kevin blinks.
He does not take home one of the eight Oscars the film has been nominated for. He doesn’t think about it too hard.
It ends in private. Sort of.
Kevin is at one of the after, after parties. Jennifer is long gone, with a kiss to his cheek and a comment about what a nice guy he is. (Kevin is not disheartened. He knows he was a favor date, he’s just glad she didn’t feel the need to gouge her eyes out from boredom. And she did kiss him on national television, so hey, he’s always gonna have that.)
Alpa’s there, Lance is nowhere in sight. Kevin makes an inquiry, Alpa tells him to shut his fucking mouth. (Kevin would like it to be known that at this point in time he is rather drunk. So is everyone else in the room; Russell Crowe punched another paparazzi twelve minutes ago, the footage has been on the entertainment channels for the last ten.) Kevin makes a suggestion about fucking, mouths, and the plethora of guest rooms and closets in their current location. Alpa stares, Kevin smiles, and puckers his lips.
There is a lot of quick walking, and they try in five rooms on two floors (only three of which were locked, and wow, Tobey McGuire has a great ass) before they find one unoccupied. Alpa goes inside and Kevin follows.
His back is against the door, and Alpa’s mouth is on his, hard, bruising, and fucking perfect exactly what he wants. This is not their first time.
Their first time was in a hotel in Vietnam fresh from a shoot where they watched their director literally blown to pieces. Kevin had a lot of firsts on that shoot. First time he shot a gun, first time he shot a person, first time he gave a blowjob. First time he fucked a guy, first time he got fucked, first time he saw stars when he came. The last ones are maybe the least important, but they’re also the only ones he can concentrate on without the urge to curl into a ball, and cry for his mother.
They have been together since. This is their first time in the states. Kevin grins, and reaches behind him to flip the lock. Nobody needs to realize just how great an ass Alpa’s got.
Kevin brings his hands up, lays them flat against Alpa’s chest, and shoves. Alpa’s legs hit the bed, and he sits hard. Kevin straddles him, kisses him, grinds down. Alpa’s cock is hard against his even through both pairs of pants and Kevin grins against Alpa’s mouth. Alpa growls, moves, and Kevin is under him. Alpa’s hands are quick, and then his pants are open, his cock bobbing up from the flap. Alpa licks the length of it and Kevin groans.
Alpa licks twice more, root to tip, and then takes the head into his mouth and sucks hard. Kevin’s hips jerk up wanting to fuck, but Alpa catches them and forces him back down against the bed. He licks and sucks Kevin deep and long, before pulling back and laving the head of Kevin’s dick with long, loving strokes with the broad side of his tongue. Alpa’s hand works the base of dick, and Kevin is out of his mind. He’s groaning, cursing, begging, promising anything to get more of that mouth on his dick. Then Alpa pulls off him completely and Kevin makes a sound that he refuses to believe is a whimper.
Alpa pulls Kevin’s pants off, sheds his own clothes at the same time. Kevin watches.
Kevin watches as Alpa’s fingers work the buttons on his shirt fumbling a little in their haste. Watches as each button lost opens the shirt more, advertising smooth chocolate colored skin that Kevin can’t wait to put his mouth to. He licks his lips as Alpa’s pants pool around his ankles, and Alpa crawls back up the bed, dick bobbing.
Alpa kisses him, tongue deep in Kevin’s mouth, teeth nibbling Kevin’s lower lip. Kevin is harder than he’s ever been in life. Alpa’s mouth moves to his neck, and Kevin claws his back. Fucks up into the crease of Alpa’s thigh, and feels Alpa’s dick against his stomach. Alpa sucks hard at the artery in Kevin’s neck, and Kevin moans. Alpa moves back down his body, stopping to lick and bite his nipples into pebbles, before continuing on down to Kevin’s dick. Alpa’s mouth closes over the head again, and Kevin fucks up into the wet heat once, twice, and then he’s coming.
Kevin lays back boneless, and grinning, ready for whatever comes next. He can’t fucking wait.
Soooo.... yup. There ya go.