...[camera angle]...
FIC: Camera Angle
Rating: R-ish/Nc-17
Pairing: Pierre/David
Summary: You know that scene on the DVD where Pierre is altering the sign? Wellll.....
Author's Note: For Divhad. Also, I know that Pat was probably filming this - and I adore/love/want Pat as well, but come-on, just...guh! David.
Title: Camera Angle
Watching Pierre alter the sign had my hands shaking with laughter, I'm surprised that the camera wasn't trembling the whole time.
"First word: Best." He grinned towards the camera before going back to work on the sign, mumbling about feeling like he was on Wheel of Fortune or something,
"Second word: Deep. Best deep..." There was a slight pause as he turned once again and his grin became a smirk,
"Best deep throat in town."
He was walking towards me now, Pierre with his long stride, it only took him two steps to actually reach me,
"So David, what d'you think?"
"Depends..."
He frowned for a moment,
"Depends? On what?"
I tilted the camera a little, looking him over once before bringing his face back onto my viewscreen,
"Is it true?"
Still frowning, he looked confused,
"Is what true?"
My free hand reached up a little and fingertips stroked down Pierre's jaw, brushing down until they rested on his adam's apple,
"The sign."
Understanding clicked in his deep brown eyes,
"Oh." A pause, "Ohhhh.
I smirked slightly as he sunk down onto his knees, in the damp grass below us, sign vibrant in the background. His slender, cold fingers pressed against the button of my jeans, pushing it down and through the hole, his thumb easing the zipper down. He drew me out, between his now warm, clammy palms and began to stroke slowly, working me easily to hardness,
"Shit."
So what if the camera was shaking more now. I tilted it down, watched as Pierre took me into his open mouth through the viewfinder, his eyes closed, concentrated,
"Fuuuuuck."
Felt him draw me past his gag reflex, deep into the warmth of his wet throat, his fingers clenching on my - still denim covered - hips.
"Oh god."
And right as my head tilted back a little, I caught his brown eyes, glazed slightly, flicker up at me, watching my expression.
"Pierre..."
My knees gave out slightly and I stumbled back a little, my back hitting the black post of the sign behind me - how appropriate - he shifted forward, the wet sucking noises music to my ears, the camera still aimed down - taping everything I couldn't see with my eyes closed.
"More..."
My free hand pressed down against the top of his head, fingers threading through the short, dark hair, urging him to take me deeper. His arm pressed against my stomach, halting the deep thrusts I had started, his other hand moved from my hips and hot fingers circled around the base of my cock, squeezing slightly as his head bobbed back and forth,
"Faster..."
Pierre stopped completely, pulling back a little to look up at me and smile,
"Please?"
My fingers slid from his hair, stroking down his jaw again, thumb brushing against his lower lip,
"Please Pierre..."
Entire body trembling, his mouth covered me again, tongue doing something wicked, sinful, something that made my vision flash white - over and over again,
"Oh god..."
His fist squeezed again, his cheeks hollowed and eyes downcast for the moment, the arm which had been holding my thrusts back was gone and his mouth was vibrating with moans,
"Fucking yesss..."
My whole body tensed, the white stopped flashing and just burned throughout me instead.
Pierre's right arm was jerking slightly, and if I angled the camera just right I could watch him stroking himself to release as I came,
"Pierre! Oh god!"
He made a muffled noise around me as he followed my orgasm with his own and I slid down into his arms, on the cold grass,
"Well?"
He breathed softly, his fingers threading through my mohawk, I smiled,
"Sign was right. Definately right..."
Rating: R-ish/Nc-17
Pairing: Pierre/David
Summary: You know that scene on the DVD where Pierre is altering the sign? Wellll.....
Author's Note: For Divhad. Also, I know that Pat was probably filming this - and I adore/love/want Pat as well, but come-on, just...guh! David.
Title: Camera Angle
Watching Pierre alter the sign had my hands shaking with laughter, I'm surprised that the camera wasn't trembling the whole time.
"First word: Best." He grinned towards the camera before going back to work on the sign, mumbling about feeling like he was on Wheel of Fortune or something,
"Second word: Deep. Best deep..." There was a slight pause as he turned once again and his grin became a smirk,
"Best deep throat in town."
He was walking towards me now, Pierre with his long stride, it only took him two steps to actually reach me,
"So David, what d'you think?"
"Depends..."
He frowned for a moment,
"Depends? On what?"
I tilted the camera a little, looking him over once before bringing his face back onto my viewscreen,
"Is it true?"
Still frowning, he looked confused,
"Is what true?"
My free hand reached up a little and fingertips stroked down Pierre's jaw, brushing down until they rested on his adam's apple,
"The sign."
Understanding clicked in his deep brown eyes,
"Oh." A pause, "Ohhhh.
I smirked slightly as he sunk down onto his knees, in the damp grass below us, sign vibrant in the background. His slender, cold fingers pressed against the button of my jeans, pushing it down and through the hole, his thumb easing the zipper down. He drew me out, between his now warm, clammy palms and began to stroke slowly, working me easily to hardness,
"Shit."
So what if the camera was shaking more now. I tilted it down, watched as Pierre took me into his open mouth through the viewfinder, his eyes closed, concentrated,
"Fuuuuuck."
Felt him draw me past his gag reflex, deep into the warmth of his wet throat, his fingers clenching on my - still denim covered - hips.
"Oh god."
And right as my head tilted back a little, I caught his brown eyes, glazed slightly, flicker up at me, watching my expression.
"Pierre..."
My knees gave out slightly and I stumbled back a little, my back hitting the black post of the sign behind me - how appropriate - he shifted forward, the wet sucking noises music to my ears, the camera still aimed down - taping everything I couldn't see with my eyes closed.
"More..."
My free hand pressed down against the top of his head, fingers threading through the short, dark hair, urging him to take me deeper. His arm pressed against my stomach, halting the deep thrusts I had started, his other hand moved from my hips and hot fingers circled around the base of my cock, squeezing slightly as his head bobbed back and forth,
"Faster..."
Pierre stopped completely, pulling back a little to look up at me and smile,
"Please?"
My fingers slid from his hair, stroking down his jaw again, thumb brushing against his lower lip,
"Please Pierre..."
Entire body trembling, his mouth covered me again, tongue doing something wicked, sinful, something that made my vision flash white - over and over again,
"Oh god..."
His fist squeezed again, his cheeks hollowed and eyes downcast for the moment, the arm which had been holding my thrusts back was gone and his mouth was vibrating with moans,
"Fucking yesss..."
My whole body tensed, the white stopped flashing and just burned throughout me instead.
Pierre's right arm was jerking slightly, and if I angled the camera just right I could watch him stroking himself to release as I came,
"Pierre! Oh god!"
He made a muffled noise around me as he followed my orgasm with his own and I slid down into his arms, on the cold grass,
"Well?"
He breathed softly, his fingers threading through my mohawk, I smiled,
"Sign was right. Definately right..."