Winding Down
Title: Winding Down
Authors: bwitched83uk and jeyhawk.
Rating: NC17
Type: Prison Break RPS
Pairing: Dominic/Wentworth
Genre: Romance, Erotica, Slash, RPS.
Summary: The boys wind down in Dom’s trailer after a night shoot.
Disclaimer: We do not own Wentworth Miller or Dominic Purcell, nor are we any way associated with the series Prison Break, or Fox. This is a fictional story and no offence is meant to the actors.
Feedback: Would be nice.
Beta: clex_monkie89
Dedication: For zsuness, because she rocks!
Winding Down
When working six days a week, shut away in an old abandoned prison, you have to find something, anything to keep you sane. The waiting around between takes, the long hours and the depressing surroundings were enough to make any man miserable. That was why they had all found their things early on, their things to keep them occupied, to keep them entertained.
Robert Knepper and Peter Stormare played cards together. They bet for money, small time money, a dollar here a dollar there, but every win was a victory to them and they lived for beating each other. Sometimes people would gather round to watch them and they would laugh about their friendly competion.
Amaury Nolasco called his girlfriend constantly, spending every spare second he had talking to her.
And Wentworth had Dominic to keep him sane. Every spare meant on set was spent together. Sometimes they talked either about politics and the state of the world today or swapping stories from their lives, like the time Dom told Wentworth about the time he got so drunk he woke up next to his own grandmother, not knowing how the hell he had gotten there.
Dominic wasn’t like any other friend Wentworth had ever had. He could be serious and talk about intellectual matters, but he was also funny and helped Wentworth feel a bit more normal. In school Wentworth would have loved to have a friend like Dom, or even an older brother, because Dom was just… well, Dom was cool.
Sometimes during a heavy scene Wentworth would feel like his entire insides were aching and in between takes he would look over at Dom who would either smile at him sympathetically or start making lewd gestures behind the directors back, thus making Wentworth laugh himself out of it.
Sometimes they just sat silently side by side in the yard while Dom had a cigarette. Went admired Dom’s ability to see things the way he did. He would look up at the stars and see these beautiful little sparkling lights whereas Went would look up at them and give himself a science lesson in his head.
“How’re you holding up little brother?” Dom asked him as they sat on one of the bleaches. They were shooting through the night and had snuck outside for some air. They had been filming separately and Dominic always needed to get outside as often as possible when filming inside that cramped little cell of his.
Wentworth smiled at him and shrugged. It made him feel warm to hear Dom call him ‘little brother.’ “I’m tired… but I’m good.”
“Me too,” Dominic said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. “I’m starting to wish this night would be over, but you know how it is… You get back to the trailer and suddenly you’re too hyped up to sleep.”
“Yeah,” Wentworth sighed.
“You wanna come over to my place after we’re done? Just, you know, hang out for a while.”
“Sure,” Michael answered perking up a little. “That would be nice.”
Dominic nudged him with his shoulder. “Lighten up little brother, you always sounds so formal.”
“But I’m British,” Wentworth said in an exaggerated British accent.
“Like Hell you are,” Dominic responded. “You grew up in the states.”
“Ah yes but my fine breeding goes right down to my core,” Wentworth joked. He felt happier when he was with Dom, he didn’t even mind the smoke in his face.
Dominic laughed and shook his head. “Then what’s my excuse? I was born in England too.”
“Um,” Went thought about his answer. “Well clearly you were from one of the bad parts… hey you know we were only born two years apart, in roughly the same place, there is a very possible chance that my dad nailed your mom and we really are brothers.”
Dom laughed again and leaned back casually, stretching his arms up over his head and drawing Wentworth’s eyes to the small strip of exposed belly.
“There is a slight resemblance… though that’s probably just the hair,” Dom mused.
“Hey you think the writers looked at the two of us, thought we looked nothing alike and decided to shave our heads?”
“Possibly. I’m prettier though,” Went informed him. “All the inmates want my ass. They just run in terror from yours.”
Dom frowned and turned to look at his friend. “You don’t think I have a nice ass?” he asked feigning seriousness. “Okay I admit that I’m a bit too manly for T-Bag’s tastes but I’m telling you, I’ve seen how Sucre checks me out.”
Wentworth giggled. He actually giggled, something only Dom could make him do. “No I’m sorry, you’re right, I take it back. You’re very pretty… and you have a very nice ass.”
Dom stubbed his cigarette out on the bench and tossed it onto the yard, realising too late that he was vandalising the set and telling himself that it would just add to the effect.
“S’what I’m sayin’,” Dom said as he got down of the bleachers and began walking back inside, wiggling his ass ever so slightly and making Wentworth giggle again.
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Dominic had been right, once the filming was over Wentworth felt so hyped he was practically bouncing. Not even a shower and a change of clothes had made him calm down and he could easily have ran all the way to Dominic’s trailer, but he curbed himself and walked at a sedate pace. Arriving seriously out of breath and all sweaty again was not exactly the entrance he’d had in mind. For some reason it was very important to him how Dominic perceived him; he just wanted to be cool in his eyes even though he felt like a kid next to him.
Wentworth knocked on the door to Dominic’s trailer, taking a last deep breath of the cool late night air.
“Come in,” Dominic called from inside and Wentworth pushed the door open.
“There you are,” Dominic said. “I almost thought you’d lost your way.”
“Asshole,” Wentworth responded with a smile.
Wentworth walked into the trailer and looked over at the low down table by the couch. There were two open bottles of beer, a bowl of chips and a deck of cards. He smiled instantly. “Are we making a night of it?”
Dom turned and looked at him, rubbing the back of his neck with a towel where he had just quickly showered. “I find its easier to stay up than have four hours of sleep… besides, that’s why God invented make up girls and coffee right?”
Wentworth laughed and sat down, picking up one of the beers. “And you’re on death row so how many good night’s sleep are you likely to get.”
“Exactly,” Dom agreed sitting down beside him and turning to look at him carefully. “And you have the weight of the world on your shoulders.”
Wentworth frowned and looked over at his friend. Dom had sounded very serious all of a sudden.
“Went, sometimes I think you take too much of Michael with you when you walk off that set. It can sometimes take you hours, days to shake him and his pain. You need a transition thing. You’re supposed to get inside his head… but not let him get inside yours.”
Wentworth sighed and nodded his head in agreement. “It’s just that, sometimes it’s hard, when you’re so far away from everyone you love and you find yourself alone in your room and the only person there with you is him.”
Dom smiled sympathetically and reached for a handful of chips.
“Is that why I’m here? You wanted to talk to me about this?” Went asked, folding his legs under him where he sat.
“Partly,” Dom answered truthfully. “You’re my little brother; I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”
Went smiled and leaned back against the couch. “Well I’m not Michael now. I’m all me.”
“Why do you think that is?”
Went shrugged and took a swig of his beer. “I don’t know. Because I’m here with you? And I’m not alone with Michael?”
Dom thought about it for a moment before breaking out into a smile. “Well then I’ll be your transition thing. We’ll meet here, drink a beer and talk or whatever until all the Michael has been knocked out of you.”
Wentworth smiled. “I just wish he could take this God awful tattoo with him when he leaves.”
Dominic gave him an amused look. “So you mean you’d rather spend four, five hours a day putting it on than just having them brush it up every once in a while?”
Wentworth’s face fell a little. “Well, when you put it like that…”
Dominic chuckled. “Besides, I kinda like it. It looks…hot…” He suddenly laughed. “Man, I’ve come a long way. Admitting another guy looks hot, that should have been ten years ago. I used to be such a macho jack ass.”
“You didn’t say I looked hot, you said the tattoo was hot,” Wentworth pointed out.
“Wentworth,” Dominic said, sounding serious. “You… Look hot.”
Wentworth laughed and looked for something to throw at him. “Bastard,” he said affectionately.
“Hey, I mean it. A guy would have to be blind not to see that you’re a hottie.”
“Okay, tell me. What do you want from me?”
Dominic laughed. “Nothing idiot. I’m just boosting your ego some. You’re way too down to earth for a guy with your looks and talent. Makes the rest of us look like right divas.”
The atmosphere was relaxed and as they began to play cards Went felt like he might just want to stay here forever. It was so warm and comfortable in Dom’s trailer, he understood now why the other man chose to sleep here so often rather than go home.
As he lost his second hand, Wentworth started thinking about what Dom had said to him. Dom considered him a hottie, but Wentworth could allow himself to dwell on that too much. Dom was as straight as an arrow and a good friend, the last thing Went wanted was to screw up the unique friendship they had developed by crushing on the guy. And it wasn’t like he was out professionally, Dom had no idea.
He knew that Dom occasionally smoke weed so it was no big surprise when the older man pulled out a joint and lit it. He took several puffs on it and handed it out to Wentworth.
“I think the last time I smoked that stuff was in college,” he said in amusement as he took it from Dom and sniffed it experimentally, making the other man laugh.
“Don’t be a priss, either stick it in your mouth and suck or hand it back to me.”
Wentworth hesitated for a while longer before taking a tiny drag on the joint and hurriedly handing it back, afraid he’d be tempted to take another deeper drag. The smoke tasted funky, but weirdly it didn’t make him cough like he would have expected.
“You look like I just gave you poison,” Dominic said with a laugh.
“You did,” Wentworth pointed out. “This stuff may damage your brain you know.”
Dominic laughed a bit harder. “Save me the lecture for a time when you didn’t just smoke it.”
“Damn it. I just lost my high moral grounds.”
“That’s okay, you can always keep living in celibacy to make up for it. I would never have that strength.”
“I’m not living in celibacy, I just don’t have anyone in my life right now… Hey, what do you mean? Are you banging someone on set?”
Dom smirked and took another hit of his joint. “Maybe.”
Wentworth felt his entire insides go cold. He felt his stomach churn at the very thought if it and he hated that he felt that way. “Come on… I’m your baby brother, you can tell me,” he said with a coolness he didn’t feel.
“Robin,” Dom told him, still smirking. “Once or twice. It’s very casual though, no strings… I mean, she’s a nice girl and it’s good to have someone you can go to, you know?”
Wentworth nodded and took the joint back off Dom, taking a very deep pull and feeling his head go dizzy.
“Careful, that shit’s strong,” Dom warned him as Went took yet another hit.
“We need to get out there more. Shake things up a little. Maybe we could head into town this weekend, go to a couple of bars,” Dom suggested. “Find you a nice young lady to help break the dry spell.”
Wentworth just looked at him, unsure as to what to say. Now would probably be the opportune time to tell Dom that he was gay, but the words were like sawdust in his mouth. “Sure,” he said, plastering on a fake smile. “That’d be good.”
He had never had to outright lie to Dominic about being gay or straight and even omitting the truth made him feel uneasy. It was just that he was so goddamned scared of alienate Dom because he really loved hanging out with him.
“You don’t sound that convincing,” Dom chuckled. “Me thinks you like the celibacy… or is it your right hand you’re so fond of?”
Wentworth smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes and Dom leaned closer to him, worried that he had upset him. “Went?”
Went look him right in the eye and decided to take the plunge. Dom was a good friend to him and surely he would understand, and if he didn’t, well then he wasn’t as good a friend as Went had thought he was.
“Actually, I’m gay.”
The words seemed to echo through the trailer and the air seemed to grow thicker as Dom just stared at him with a frown on his face, as if he were trying to work out some big puzzle.
After what seemed like a lifetime had ticked by Dom leaned back from him again. “Oh,” was all he said and he reached for the deck of cards once more. “Why haven’t you told me before now? I thought we were friends.”
“We are friends,” Went assured him quickly. “I just… I wanted to keep it that way.”
“What, you thought I’d stop being your friend?” He sounded hurt and it made Wentworth feel bad. “You’re my little brother,” Dom added with a faint smile. “I’d still love you if you fucked sheep.”
Wentworth let out a relieved bark of laughter and Dom soon joined in. “Just so you know, I would never fuck a sheep… Unless it was really pretty and had those deliciously curved horns.”
Dominic shook his head in amusement. “Yeah, if I were gay I’d go for the curved horns as well.”
Michael raised his eyebrows. “Really… Well I got one here, wanna see it?” He snickered.
Dominic laughed as well. “Maybe later, if I get desperate enough.”
“Yeah right… Like you’ll ever get that desperate with the lovely Robin around.”
Wentworth didn’t really like the sound of his own voice, but since Dominic didn’t notice he supposed it was the pot talking.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Dominic said. “Maybe I’ll want a change of flavour.”
Wentworth shook his head slightly. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t going gay a bit too much trouble for a change of flavour?”
Dominic shrugged. “I’m not talking the whole emotional ordeal and the identity crisis. I’m just talking about fucking.”
Went was stunned into silence for a moment and he reached for his beer to cover himself.
“So do you like… have a boyfriend or something?” Dom asked as he dealt a fresh hand.
Went shook his head right away. “No, you were right. I have basically been celibate for the past year or so… not self-imposed though I gotta say.”
Dom frowned and looked Wentworth over slowly, sparking up the second joint of the night. “You’re a fucking wet dream, I wouldn’t imagine you’d have much trouble getting guys.”
Wentworth smiled and looked over at Dom carefully. “I can’t exactly walk into a gay bar and leave with some guy… especially not now, with the show and all.”
Dom leaned his arm on the back of you couch and looked at Went thoughtfully. “So you need an arrangement like Robin and I have… or had.”
“Had?” Wentworth asked. “I thought the two of you were still…”
“Oh I don’t know,” Dominic answered airily taking another hit and handing the joint to Went. “It’s been a while.”
Went took another drag. “Really?”
“Yeah, I dunno… I’ve been finding myself loath to, you know, approach her.”
“She isn’t a good enough lay? Poor Lincoln then; mooning over her skinny ass.”
Dominic chuckled. “She’s all right, but I like a bit of adventure with my sex.”
Wentworth almost choked on the smoke he was inhaling and did his best to compose himself. “Adventure how?”
“Enough about me… What is it like to have sex with another man?”
“Hey, don’t change the subject and it’s great.”
“Do you top or bottom?”
“Both but I prefer bottoming.”
Dominic was silent for a while. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
Wentworth shrugged making a ‘so so’ hand gesture. “It can hurt, quite a lot… It kinda depends on who it’s with and how much preparation you get… And it’s not always a bad hurt.”
Dom couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips as he looked over at Went. “So you like a little pain huh?” he said appreciatively.
Wentworth laughed and shrugged, getting more comfortable on the couch. “I don’t like bull whips and nipple clamps… but a little pain can add to the pleasure.”
“See, that’s the problem with women, they’re too delicate. Well, your average woman at least.”
Went took another hit of the joint and handed it back to Dom. He looked up at the older man’s face and noticed that he was just staring at him. He looked slightly dangerous, like he was about to start a bar room brawl.
“Come ‘ere,” Dom said, taking in a mouthful of the smoke. Went moved closer to him, his hands a little unsteady and gasped as Dom covered his mouth with his own, creating a seal and blowing the smoke out.
Wentworth breathed it in quickly, trying not to choke and let it out through his nostrils as Dom’s lips began moving against his. Dom’s hands were on him, one cupping the back of his head, holding him in place, while the other slowly ran down the front of his shirt. Wentworth recklessly threw his arms around Dom’s neck pressing tighter and responding eagerly to the kiss, it had been a long time since he had last kissed someone and he was sure it had never felt this good.
When Dominic finally released him he was more than a little out of breath and was sporting an impressive hard on that he hoped that Dominic wouldn’t notice. He was a gay man and Dominic was hot in every sense of the word, of course he was excited, but he didn’t want the other man to take it the wrong way. It wasn’t like Wentworth wanted to have his children or anything.
“I never knew kissing a man could be so exciting,” Dominic said, his voice much huskier than it had been earlier.
“I did,” Wentworth responded. He really wanted to reach down and adjust himself, but it felt like it would be inappropriate. Dominic might think he was about to whip out his curved horn.
They sat there for a moment, neither one really knowing what to do or say next. Finally Went needed to know. “Why did you do that? Was it stoned curiosity or…?”
Dom smiled a little, making him look like a naughty little boy. “I don’t know… you have a pretty mouth.” He turned and looked at Went again. He hadn’t really thought about the younger man in this way before tonight, he wasn’t sure why Wentworth’s confession had brought up all these new thoughts and feelings.
“Thank you. So do you,” Went said, because he couldn’t think of anything else to say. His eyes were drawn to Dom’s strong lips and he unconsciously found himself moving closer.
“Is it okay that I kissed you,” Dom asked, his voice dropping lower as he too moved his head closer.
Went just nodded and closed the distance between them. He was so hard and all they had done was kiss. He wasn’t usually the one-night-stand kind of a guy but if this was all he was going to get then he wanted to take it further. As they kissed Went slid his hand down to gently stroke over Dom’s crotch, earning him a deep guttural moan.
Dom found himself pushing Went down on the couch and he covered the younger man’s body with his own. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” he warned Went, because even through his drink and drug induced haze he knew that he didn’t want Went to think this was more than it was, he didn’t want Went to get hurt.
“Me neither, but it’s okay,” Wentworth responded, pulling Dominic back down for another kiss.
The kiss was hungry and demanding, tongues tangling violently as they fought for dominance. Wentworth pulled his legs up to wrap them around Dominic’s slim hips and they groaned in tandem as their hard cocks came in contact. Somehow Dominic's hands found their way in under Wentworth's shirt and blunt fingernails raked over his sensitive nipples.
“Yeah,” Wentworth groaned, tearing his mouth away from Dominic's to pant for breath.
“You like that?” Dominic asked, letting his fingers return to Wentworth's stiffening nipples.
“God yeah.”
Dominic let his fingers play with Wentworth's nipples, pinching and stroking them until the other man was a shivering mess on the couch. He was amazed at Went’s eager responses, he’d never even met a woman with as sensitive nipples.
He looked down into Went’s face as the younger man writhed under him and found it such a turn on that it actually shocked him. Went was incredibly beautiful and it didn’t feel weird at all, why shouldn’t he feel attracted to him?
Their mouths met again, hungry and needy and Dom just about managed to rip open his shirt without breaking the kiss. He tossed the garment to the floor and wondered how far they were going to take this. Dom wondered if Went would let him fuck him. The very idea made him ache.
He had fucked women that way before, a couple at least, and he knew how much tighter it was, how hotter it felt.
He thrust down hard and Went whimpered and dragged his nails up Dom’s back. He didn’t know what was happening here, but he was willing to let Dom do what ever the hell he wanted to him.
Dom’s rough hands lifted Went’s shirt up over his head and the younger man had to arch his back for him to do so.
“Fuck,” Dom found himself saying as their naked chests touched.
“You want to?” Went asked bravely, though he didn’t feel it. If Dom said no right now it would feel like a slap in the face.
“Would you let me?” Dominic asked.
“Yeah,” Went breathed, feeling like he’d won a billion dollar jackpot. If he only got one night with Dom, he wanted everything he could get.
“Fuck,” Dominic murmured bending down to give Wentworth another searing kiss.
Wentworth wrapped his arms around Dominic’s neck and arched up against him. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to be in Dominic’s arms; his entire body seemed to be on fire and all he could think about was getting fucked. He threw one leg around Dominic’s hips pulling him tighter against him, groaning when Dominic rubbed their hard cocks together through their jeans.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” Dominic said against Wentworth’s ear. “To feel how tight you are.”
“Stop teasing me,” Wentworth groaned.
With a feral moan Dom yanked open Wentworth’s pants and pulled them down, taking the underwear with them. For a moment he froze as he looked down at the younger man’s erection. It was one thing to want to fuck Went but when the very thing that made him a man was staring him in the eye it made him hesitate.
“What do I… Do I have to…” He stopped and looked at Wentworth for help.
The younger man smirked a little. “You don’t have to do anything,” he assured him.
Dom looked back down at the cock, which was jutting up and pearling at the head. He slowly ran his hand over it. It felt hot and soft in his hand, much like his own only slimmer and pinker. He gave a small chuckle as he realised that touching Went’s cock was actually turning him on, something he, as a so far straight man, would never had expected.
“Oh yeah,” Wentworth groaned and Dominic realized he wasn’t the only one turned on by him touching Went’s cock and that was even more of a turn on.
Still stroking Wentworth’s cock with one hand, he used the other to open his own pants and push them down as far as they could go. Wentworth stared at him with hungry eyes like he couldn’t get enough of looking at him.
“Fuck me,” Wentworth begged. “Please.”
Even if he wanted to Dominic wouldn’t have been able to resist that breathy plea and he let go of Wentworth’s cock in favour of taking his pants fully off and getting some supplies from what passed for a bathroom. When he got back he was momentarily stunned by the sight of Went on his back with a hand around his cock, he looked too hot for words.
Wentworth looked at Dominic who stood frozen in the middle of the cramped room, not sure what made him hesitate. He hoped Dom hadn’t suddenly changed his mind, he didn’t think he could live with the shame if he had.
“Are you alright?” Went asked tentatively.
Dom shook himself out of his revere and nodded. “Yeah I just… You really are beautiful, you know that?”
Wentworth didn’t know what to say to that. He blushed slightly and offered Dom a small smile as the older man came back over to the couch.
“I hope this will do,” he said, holding out a bottle of lotion.
Wentworth snickered a little. “It reminds me of when I was in college… but yeah, it’ll do.”
Dom lent down to capture Went’s lips again and coated some of his fingers with the lotion before dipping them down to slide teasingly over Went’s entrance.
It had been a while since he had fucked someone this way and he wasn’t sure exactly how much preparation Went would need but he didn’t want to have to ask him again what to do like an idiot.
“Just like that,” Wentworth murmured so Dominic guessed he was doing something right.
“You like this?” he asked, teasingly letting one fingertip slide in to Went before pulling it out again.
“Stop teasing me,” Wentworth grunted apparently at the end of his patience.
Dominic smiled and let his finger sink into Went's tight heat, the mere thought of burying his cock in there made it throb with jealous want. He slowly added another finger, scissoring them and gently stretching the opening. Wentworth’s body yielded to his touch, opening up to let his fingers slide in and out more easily. Dom let his fingertips search the silky inner walls for the bundle of nerves he knew was there somewhere and Wentworth’s needy moan told him when he’d found the right place. It couldn’t be felt as a slight bump under his fingertips and he made sure to rub over it with every inward motion.
Wentworth groaned deep in his throat and tried to impale himself onto Dom’s fingers. He had wanted this since meeting the older man, if he was going to be honest with himself.
“Fuck,” Went moaned, letting his head fall right back and arching against Dom’s body. “Now.”
Dom felt like he might come any second and he reached over for the condom, sheathing his sex, and trying to calm down.
“You ready?” he asked, though he knew what the answer was going to be.
“Yes, just fuck me, Dom. Now.”
Dom pushed into Went’s tight body and they both gave a mutual groan. He’d never experienced such tightness and he did his best to go slow, trying not to hurt Wentworth. Once fully sheathed he paused looking down into Went's pleasure darkened eyes.
“You okay?” He asked, his voice gravely with pent up lust.
“Yeah,” Wentworth breathed his face scrunched up with pleasure. “Just go a bit slow.”
“I will,” Dominic promised, bending down to kiss Wentworth again, but it proved to be a hard promise to keep.
Every time he as much as shifted his hips pleasure flared up along his spine and Went made the most amazing breathy sound that went straight to his cock.
“God,” Dom moaned as he slid slowly in and out of Wentworth’s body. He wondered why he had never tried this before; he had never known pleasure this great.
When Went’s legs wrapped themselves around Dom’s waist the older man couldn’t hold back and he began thrusting a little harder and faster.
“Oh yeah, like that,” Wentworth instructed him, his voice needy and breathy. “Fuck me.”
Dom had never heard Wentworth speak like this before. He always seemed so contained, so composed. Looking down at the younger man now Dom could hardly believe this was the same man. The words and the noises coming from Wentworth’s beautiful lips was driving Dom crazy and he started thrusting even harder, unable to hold back any longer.
“God yeah,” Wentworth groaned arching his back to make Dominic’s thrust reach even deeper.
Dominic had never had a problem with premature ejaculation but as he looked down at Wentworth’s face; his kiss swollen lips parted to let out panted breaths, sweat beading on his brow, he just knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back very long.
Dominic was everything Wentworth knew he would be and then some. Sex had never felt so good before, no one had ever been able to turn him on like Dom did. Seeing that perfect muscular body moving above him, feeling Dom’s cock pushing in and out of him, nothing could equal that.
“Harder,” Wentworth begged reaching down to wrap a sweaty palm around his own drooling cock, pulling on it in time with Dom’s forceful thrusts. The couch creaked ominously under them, but he didn’t care if it collapsed and they ended up on the floor as long as Dom didn’t stop doing that with his hips.
“Oh God,” Dom groaned desperately as he pressed his face into Wentworth’s sweaty neck and fucked the younger man for all he was worth.
When Went began to clench around him, Dom knew that the younger man was about to come and he simply thrust into him as deep as he could go, making Went cry out with an almost painful sounding sob.
Wentworth came hard, his aching cock spurting between their sweaty bodies. His muscles clamped down around Dom’s throbbing sex and the older man bit down lightly on Went’s shoulder as his orgasm took him over. He came hard inside Went’s body and afterwards, when his arms had given out and he collapsed on top of Wentworth, he became a boneless weight.
He was vaguely aware of Went’s hands on his head, stroking him gently. It frightened him. He had never had such an intense sexual experience and he had certainly never felt so connected to someone before. Dom wasn’t gay, and Went was just his friend, and these new feelings shook Dominic to the core.
It must be different for Wentworth, he figured, since he already knew he was gay. Fucking Dom must be just another fuck for him and for some reason that bothered him. He wanted Went to think this was just as special as he did at the same time as he wanted the other man to just forget all about it. Not knowing what to say he shifted slightly, trying to take his weight off Wentworth’s prone body, but the narrow couch didn’t allow for him to move very far.
“Don’t leave,” Went murmured his grip on Dominic’s head tightening slightly.
Dominic surprised himself with his response. “Of course not,” he said. “But I think we’d both be more comfortable on the bed.”
Went smiled up at him and nodded. He let Dom pull him up and lead him to the bedroom. They lay on top of the covers as they were both so hot from their love-making. At first they lay awkwardly side by side, but then Dominic let his hand brush over Wentworth’s chest in an open invite and Went happily curled up against him with his head pillowed on Dom’s chest. Dominic had been sure it would feel weird or wrong, but it felt just fine, so he wrapped his arms around Went’s body and held him tight. After a few minutes of silence they both drifted off to sleep, securely wrapped around each other. Dominic’s last conscious thought being; I could get used to this.
THE END
Authors: bwitched83uk and jeyhawk.
Rating: NC17
Type: Prison Break RPS
Pairing: Dominic/Wentworth
Genre: Romance, Erotica, Slash, RPS.
Summary: The boys wind down in Dom’s trailer after a night shoot.
Disclaimer: We do not own Wentworth Miller or Dominic Purcell, nor are we any way associated with the series Prison Break, or Fox. This is a fictional story and no offence is meant to the actors.
Feedback: Would be nice.
Beta: clex_monkie89
Dedication: For zsuness, because she rocks!
Winding Down
When working six days a week, shut away in an old abandoned prison, you have to find something, anything to keep you sane. The waiting around between takes, the long hours and the depressing surroundings were enough to make any man miserable. That was why they had all found their things early on, their things to keep them occupied, to keep them entertained.
Robert Knepper and Peter Stormare played cards together. They bet for money, small time money, a dollar here a dollar there, but every win was a victory to them and they lived for beating each other. Sometimes people would gather round to watch them and they would laugh about their friendly competion.
Amaury Nolasco called his girlfriend constantly, spending every spare second he had talking to her.
And Wentworth had Dominic to keep him sane. Every spare meant on set was spent together. Sometimes they talked either about politics and the state of the world today or swapping stories from their lives, like the time Dom told Wentworth about the time he got so drunk he woke up next to his own grandmother, not knowing how the hell he had gotten there.
Dominic wasn’t like any other friend Wentworth had ever had. He could be serious and talk about intellectual matters, but he was also funny and helped Wentworth feel a bit more normal. In school Wentworth would have loved to have a friend like Dom, or even an older brother, because Dom was just… well, Dom was cool.
Sometimes during a heavy scene Wentworth would feel like his entire insides were aching and in between takes he would look over at Dom who would either smile at him sympathetically or start making lewd gestures behind the directors back, thus making Wentworth laugh himself out of it.
Sometimes they just sat silently side by side in the yard while Dom had a cigarette. Went admired Dom’s ability to see things the way he did. He would look up at the stars and see these beautiful little sparkling lights whereas Went would look up at them and give himself a science lesson in his head.
“How’re you holding up little brother?” Dom asked him as they sat on one of the bleaches. They were shooting through the night and had snuck outside for some air. They had been filming separately and Dominic always needed to get outside as often as possible when filming inside that cramped little cell of his.
Wentworth smiled at him and shrugged. It made him feel warm to hear Dom call him ‘little brother.’ “I’m tired… but I’m good.”
“Me too,” Dominic said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. “I’m starting to wish this night would be over, but you know how it is… You get back to the trailer and suddenly you’re too hyped up to sleep.”
“Yeah,” Wentworth sighed.
“You wanna come over to my place after we’re done? Just, you know, hang out for a while.”
“Sure,” Michael answered perking up a little. “That would be nice.”
Dominic nudged him with his shoulder. “Lighten up little brother, you always sounds so formal.”
“But I’m British,” Wentworth said in an exaggerated British accent.
“Like Hell you are,” Dominic responded. “You grew up in the states.”
“Ah yes but my fine breeding goes right down to my core,” Wentworth joked. He felt happier when he was with Dom, he didn’t even mind the smoke in his face.
Dominic laughed and shook his head. “Then what’s my excuse? I was born in England too.”
“Um,” Went thought about his answer. “Well clearly you were from one of the bad parts… hey you know we were only born two years apart, in roughly the same place, there is a very possible chance that my dad nailed your mom and we really are brothers.”
Dom laughed again and leaned back casually, stretching his arms up over his head and drawing Wentworth’s eyes to the small strip of exposed belly.
“There is a slight resemblance… though that’s probably just the hair,” Dom mused.
“Hey you think the writers looked at the two of us, thought we looked nothing alike and decided to shave our heads?”
“Possibly. I’m prettier though,” Went informed him. “All the inmates want my ass. They just run in terror from yours.”
Dom frowned and turned to look at his friend. “You don’t think I have a nice ass?” he asked feigning seriousness. “Okay I admit that I’m a bit too manly for T-Bag’s tastes but I’m telling you, I’ve seen how Sucre checks me out.”
Wentworth giggled. He actually giggled, something only Dom could make him do. “No I’m sorry, you’re right, I take it back. You’re very pretty… and you have a very nice ass.”
Dom stubbed his cigarette out on the bench and tossed it onto the yard, realising too late that he was vandalising the set and telling himself that it would just add to the effect.
“S’what I’m sayin’,” Dom said as he got down of the bleachers and began walking back inside, wiggling his ass ever so slightly and making Wentworth giggle again.
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Dominic had been right, once the filming was over Wentworth felt so hyped he was practically bouncing. Not even a shower and a change of clothes had made him calm down and he could easily have ran all the way to Dominic’s trailer, but he curbed himself and walked at a sedate pace. Arriving seriously out of breath and all sweaty again was not exactly the entrance he’d had in mind. For some reason it was very important to him how Dominic perceived him; he just wanted to be cool in his eyes even though he felt like a kid next to him.
Wentworth knocked on the door to Dominic’s trailer, taking a last deep breath of the cool late night air.
“Come in,” Dominic called from inside and Wentworth pushed the door open.
“There you are,” Dominic said. “I almost thought you’d lost your way.”
“Asshole,” Wentworth responded with a smile.
Wentworth walked into the trailer and looked over at the low down table by the couch. There were two open bottles of beer, a bowl of chips and a deck of cards. He smiled instantly. “Are we making a night of it?”
Dom turned and looked at him, rubbing the back of his neck with a towel where he had just quickly showered. “I find its easier to stay up than have four hours of sleep… besides, that’s why God invented make up girls and coffee right?”
Wentworth laughed and sat down, picking up one of the beers. “And you’re on death row so how many good night’s sleep are you likely to get.”
“Exactly,” Dom agreed sitting down beside him and turning to look at him carefully. “And you have the weight of the world on your shoulders.”
Wentworth frowned and looked over at his friend. Dom had sounded very serious all of a sudden.
“Went, sometimes I think you take too much of Michael with you when you walk off that set. It can sometimes take you hours, days to shake him and his pain. You need a transition thing. You’re supposed to get inside his head… but not let him get inside yours.”
Wentworth sighed and nodded his head in agreement. “It’s just that, sometimes it’s hard, when you’re so far away from everyone you love and you find yourself alone in your room and the only person there with you is him.”
Dom smiled sympathetically and reached for a handful of chips.
“Is that why I’m here? You wanted to talk to me about this?” Went asked, folding his legs under him where he sat.
“Partly,” Dom answered truthfully. “You’re my little brother; I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”
Went smiled and leaned back against the couch. “Well I’m not Michael now. I’m all me.”
“Why do you think that is?”
Went shrugged and took a swig of his beer. “I don’t know. Because I’m here with you? And I’m not alone with Michael?”
Dom thought about it for a moment before breaking out into a smile. “Well then I’ll be your transition thing. We’ll meet here, drink a beer and talk or whatever until all the Michael has been knocked out of you.”
Wentworth smiled. “I just wish he could take this God awful tattoo with him when he leaves.”
Dominic gave him an amused look. “So you mean you’d rather spend four, five hours a day putting it on than just having them brush it up every once in a while?”
Wentworth’s face fell a little. “Well, when you put it like that…”
Dominic chuckled. “Besides, I kinda like it. It looks…hot…” He suddenly laughed. “Man, I’ve come a long way. Admitting another guy looks hot, that should have been ten years ago. I used to be such a macho jack ass.”
“You didn’t say I looked hot, you said the tattoo was hot,” Wentworth pointed out.
“Wentworth,” Dominic said, sounding serious. “You… Look hot.”
Wentworth laughed and looked for something to throw at him. “Bastard,” he said affectionately.
“Hey, I mean it. A guy would have to be blind not to see that you’re a hottie.”
“Okay, tell me. What do you want from me?”
Dominic laughed. “Nothing idiot. I’m just boosting your ego some. You’re way too down to earth for a guy with your looks and talent. Makes the rest of us look like right divas.”
The atmosphere was relaxed and as they began to play cards Went felt like he might just want to stay here forever. It was so warm and comfortable in Dom’s trailer, he understood now why the other man chose to sleep here so often rather than go home.
As he lost his second hand, Wentworth started thinking about what Dom had said to him. Dom considered him a hottie, but Wentworth could allow himself to dwell on that too much. Dom was as straight as an arrow and a good friend, the last thing Went wanted was to screw up the unique friendship they had developed by crushing on the guy. And it wasn’t like he was out professionally, Dom had no idea.
He knew that Dom occasionally smoke weed so it was no big surprise when the older man pulled out a joint and lit it. He took several puffs on it and handed it out to Wentworth.
“I think the last time I smoked that stuff was in college,” he said in amusement as he took it from Dom and sniffed it experimentally, making the other man laugh.
“Don’t be a priss, either stick it in your mouth and suck or hand it back to me.”
Wentworth hesitated for a while longer before taking a tiny drag on the joint and hurriedly handing it back, afraid he’d be tempted to take another deeper drag. The smoke tasted funky, but weirdly it didn’t make him cough like he would have expected.
“You look like I just gave you poison,” Dominic said with a laugh.
“You did,” Wentworth pointed out. “This stuff may damage your brain you know.”
Dominic laughed a bit harder. “Save me the lecture for a time when you didn’t just smoke it.”
“Damn it. I just lost my high moral grounds.”
“That’s okay, you can always keep living in celibacy to make up for it. I would never have that strength.”
“I’m not living in celibacy, I just don’t have anyone in my life right now… Hey, what do you mean? Are you banging someone on set?”
Dom smirked and took another hit of his joint. “Maybe.”
Wentworth felt his entire insides go cold. He felt his stomach churn at the very thought if it and he hated that he felt that way. “Come on… I’m your baby brother, you can tell me,” he said with a coolness he didn’t feel.
“Robin,” Dom told him, still smirking. “Once or twice. It’s very casual though, no strings… I mean, she’s a nice girl and it’s good to have someone you can go to, you know?”
Wentworth nodded and took the joint back off Dom, taking a very deep pull and feeling his head go dizzy.
“Careful, that shit’s strong,” Dom warned him as Went took yet another hit.
“We need to get out there more. Shake things up a little. Maybe we could head into town this weekend, go to a couple of bars,” Dom suggested. “Find you a nice young lady to help break the dry spell.”
Wentworth just looked at him, unsure as to what to say. Now would probably be the opportune time to tell Dom that he was gay, but the words were like sawdust in his mouth. “Sure,” he said, plastering on a fake smile. “That’d be good.”
He had never had to outright lie to Dominic about being gay or straight and even omitting the truth made him feel uneasy. It was just that he was so goddamned scared of alienate Dom because he really loved hanging out with him.
“You don’t sound that convincing,” Dom chuckled. “Me thinks you like the celibacy… or is it your right hand you’re so fond of?”
Wentworth smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes and Dom leaned closer to him, worried that he had upset him. “Went?”
Went look him right in the eye and decided to take the plunge. Dom was a good friend to him and surely he would understand, and if he didn’t, well then he wasn’t as good a friend as Went had thought he was.
“Actually, I’m gay.”
The words seemed to echo through the trailer and the air seemed to grow thicker as Dom just stared at him with a frown on his face, as if he were trying to work out some big puzzle.
After what seemed like a lifetime had ticked by Dom leaned back from him again. “Oh,” was all he said and he reached for the deck of cards once more. “Why haven’t you told me before now? I thought we were friends.”
“We are friends,” Went assured him quickly. “I just… I wanted to keep it that way.”
“What, you thought I’d stop being your friend?” He sounded hurt and it made Wentworth feel bad. “You’re my little brother,” Dom added with a faint smile. “I’d still love you if you fucked sheep.”
Wentworth let out a relieved bark of laughter and Dom soon joined in. “Just so you know, I would never fuck a sheep… Unless it was really pretty and had those deliciously curved horns.”
Dominic shook his head in amusement. “Yeah, if I were gay I’d go for the curved horns as well.”
Michael raised his eyebrows. “Really… Well I got one here, wanna see it?” He snickered.
Dominic laughed as well. “Maybe later, if I get desperate enough.”
“Yeah right… Like you’ll ever get that desperate with the lovely Robin around.”
Wentworth didn’t really like the sound of his own voice, but since Dominic didn’t notice he supposed it was the pot talking.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Dominic said. “Maybe I’ll want a change of flavour.”
Wentworth shook his head slightly. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t going gay a bit too much trouble for a change of flavour?”
Dominic shrugged. “I’m not talking the whole emotional ordeal and the identity crisis. I’m just talking about fucking.”
Went was stunned into silence for a moment and he reached for his beer to cover himself.
“So do you like… have a boyfriend or something?” Dom asked as he dealt a fresh hand.
Went shook his head right away. “No, you were right. I have basically been celibate for the past year or so… not self-imposed though I gotta say.”
Dom frowned and looked Wentworth over slowly, sparking up the second joint of the night. “You’re a fucking wet dream, I wouldn’t imagine you’d have much trouble getting guys.”
Wentworth smiled and looked over at Dom carefully. “I can’t exactly walk into a gay bar and leave with some guy… especially not now, with the show and all.”
Dom leaned his arm on the back of you couch and looked at Went thoughtfully. “So you need an arrangement like Robin and I have… or had.”
“Had?” Wentworth asked. “I thought the two of you were still…”
“Oh I don’t know,” Dominic answered airily taking another hit and handing the joint to Went. “It’s been a while.”
Went took another drag. “Really?”
“Yeah, I dunno… I’ve been finding myself loath to, you know, approach her.”
“She isn’t a good enough lay? Poor Lincoln then; mooning over her skinny ass.”
Dominic chuckled. “She’s all right, but I like a bit of adventure with my sex.”
Wentworth almost choked on the smoke he was inhaling and did his best to compose himself. “Adventure how?”
“Enough about me… What is it like to have sex with another man?”
“Hey, don’t change the subject and it’s great.”
“Do you top or bottom?”
“Both but I prefer bottoming.”
Dominic was silent for a while. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
Wentworth shrugged making a ‘so so’ hand gesture. “It can hurt, quite a lot… It kinda depends on who it’s with and how much preparation you get… And it’s not always a bad hurt.”
Dom couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips as he looked over at Went. “So you like a little pain huh?” he said appreciatively.
Wentworth laughed and shrugged, getting more comfortable on the couch. “I don’t like bull whips and nipple clamps… but a little pain can add to the pleasure.”
“See, that’s the problem with women, they’re too delicate. Well, your average woman at least.”
Went took another hit of the joint and handed it back to Dom. He looked up at the older man’s face and noticed that he was just staring at him. He looked slightly dangerous, like he was about to start a bar room brawl.
“Come ‘ere,” Dom said, taking in a mouthful of the smoke. Went moved closer to him, his hands a little unsteady and gasped as Dom covered his mouth with his own, creating a seal and blowing the smoke out.
Wentworth breathed it in quickly, trying not to choke and let it out through his nostrils as Dom’s lips began moving against his. Dom’s hands were on him, one cupping the back of his head, holding him in place, while the other slowly ran down the front of his shirt. Wentworth recklessly threw his arms around Dom’s neck pressing tighter and responding eagerly to the kiss, it had been a long time since he had last kissed someone and he was sure it had never felt this good.
When Dominic finally released him he was more than a little out of breath and was sporting an impressive hard on that he hoped that Dominic wouldn’t notice. He was a gay man and Dominic was hot in every sense of the word, of course he was excited, but he didn’t want the other man to take it the wrong way. It wasn’t like Wentworth wanted to have his children or anything.
“I never knew kissing a man could be so exciting,” Dominic said, his voice much huskier than it had been earlier.
“I did,” Wentworth responded. He really wanted to reach down and adjust himself, but it felt like it would be inappropriate. Dominic might think he was about to whip out his curved horn.
They sat there for a moment, neither one really knowing what to do or say next. Finally Went needed to know. “Why did you do that? Was it stoned curiosity or…?”
Dom smiled a little, making him look like a naughty little boy. “I don’t know… you have a pretty mouth.” He turned and looked at Went again. He hadn’t really thought about the younger man in this way before tonight, he wasn’t sure why Wentworth’s confession had brought up all these new thoughts and feelings.
“Thank you. So do you,” Went said, because he couldn’t think of anything else to say. His eyes were drawn to Dom’s strong lips and he unconsciously found himself moving closer.
“Is it okay that I kissed you,” Dom asked, his voice dropping lower as he too moved his head closer.
Went just nodded and closed the distance between them. He was so hard and all they had done was kiss. He wasn’t usually the one-night-stand kind of a guy but if this was all he was going to get then he wanted to take it further. As they kissed Went slid his hand down to gently stroke over Dom’s crotch, earning him a deep guttural moan.
Dom found himself pushing Went down on the couch and he covered the younger man’s body with his own. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” he warned Went, because even through his drink and drug induced haze he knew that he didn’t want Went to think this was more than it was, he didn’t want Went to get hurt.
“Me neither, but it’s okay,” Wentworth responded, pulling Dominic back down for another kiss.
The kiss was hungry and demanding, tongues tangling violently as they fought for dominance. Wentworth pulled his legs up to wrap them around Dominic’s slim hips and they groaned in tandem as their hard cocks came in contact. Somehow Dominic's hands found their way in under Wentworth's shirt and blunt fingernails raked over his sensitive nipples.
“Yeah,” Wentworth groaned, tearing his mouth away from Dominic's to pant for breath.
“You like that?” Dominic asked, letting his fingers return to Wentworth's stiffening nipples.
“God yeah.”
Dominic let his fingers play with Wentworth's nipples, pinching and stroking them until the other man was a shivering mess on the couch. He was amazed at Went’s eager responses, he’d never even met a woman with as sensitive nipples.
He looked down into Went’s face as the younger man writhed under him and found it such a turn on that it actually shocked him. Went was incredibly beautiful and it didn’t feel weird at all, why shouldn’t he feel attracted to him?
Their mouths met again, hungry and needy and Dom just about managed to rip open his shirt without breaking the kiss. He tossed the garment to the floor and wondered how far they were going to take this. Dom wondered if Went would let him fuck him. The very idea made him ache.
He had fucked women that way before, a couple at least, and he knew how much tighter it was, how hotter it felt.
He thrust down hard and Went whimpered and dragged his nails up Dom’s back. He didn’t know what was happening here, but he was willing to let Dom do what ever the hell he wanted to him.
Dom’s rough hands lifted Went’s shirt up over his head and the younger man had to arch his back for him to do so.
“Fuck,” Dom found himself saying as their naked chests touched.
“You want to?” Went asked bravely, though he didn’t feel it. If Dom said no right now it would feel like a slap in the face.
“Would you let me?” Dominic asked.
“Yeah,” Went breathed, feeling like he’d won a billion dollar jackpot. If he only got one night with Dom, he wanted everything he could get.
“Fuck,” Dominic murmured bending down to give Wentworth another searing kiss.
Wentworth wrapped his arms around Dominic’s neck and arched up against him. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to be in Dominic’s arms; his entire body seemed to be on fire and all he could think about was getting fucked. He threw one leg around Dominic’s hips pulling him tighter against him, groaning when Dominic rubbed their hard cocks together through their jeans.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” Dominic said against Wentworth’s ear. “To feel how tight you are.”
“Stop teasing me,” Wentworth groaned.
With a feral moan Dom yanked open Wentworth’s pants and pulled them down, taking the underwear with them. For a moment he froze as he looked down at the younger man’s erection. It was one thing to want to fuck Went but when the very thing that made him a man was staring him in the eye it made him hesitate.
“What do I… Do I have to…” He stopped and looked at Wentworth for help.
The younger man smirked a little. “You don’t have to do anything,” he assured him.
Dom looked back down at the cock, which was jutting up and pearling at the head. He slowly ran his hand over it. It felt hot and soft in his hand, much like his own only slimmer and pinker. He gave a small chuckle as he realised that touching Went’s cock was actually turning him on, something he, as a so far straight man, would never had expected.
“Oh yeah,” Wentworth groaned and Dominic realized he wasn’t the only one turned on by him touching Went’s cock and that was even more of a turn on.
Still stroking Wentworth’s cock with one hand, he used the other to open his own pants and push them down as far as they could go. Wentworth stared at him with hungry eyes like he couldn’t get enough of looking at him.
“Fuck me,” Wentworth begged. “Please.”
Even if he wanted to Dominic wouldn’t have been able to resist that breathy plea and he let go of Wentworth’s cock in favour of taking his pants fully off and getting some supplies from what passed for a bathroom. When he got back he was momentarily stunned by the sight of Went on his back with a hand around his cock, he looked too hot for words.
Wentworth looked at Dominic who stood frozen in the middle of the cramped room, not sure what made him hesitate. He hoped Dom hadn’t suddenly changed his mind, he didn’t think he could live with the shame if he had.
“Are you alright?” Went asked tentatively.
Dom shook himself out of his revere and nodded. “Yeah I just… You really are beautiful, you know that?”
Wentworth didn’t know what to say to that. He blushed slightly and offered Dom a small smile as the older man came back over to the couch.
“I hope this will do,” he said, holding out a bottle of lotion.
Wentworth snickered a little. “It reminds me of when I was in college… but yeah, it’ll do.”
Dom lent down to capture Went’s lips again and coated some of his fingers with the lotion before dipping them down to slide teasingly over Went’s entrance.
It had been a while since he had fucked someone this way and he wasn’t sure exactly how much preparation Went would need but he didn’t want to have to ask him again what to do like an idiot.
“Just like that,” Wentworth murmured so Dominic guessed he was doing something right.
“You like this?” he asked, teasingly letting one fingertip slide in to Went before pulling it out again.
“Stop teasing me,” Wentworth grunted apparently at the end of his patience.
Dominic smiled and let his finger sink into Went's tight heat, the mere thought of burying his cock in there made it throb with jealous want. He slowly added another finger, scissoring them and gently stretching the opening. Wentworth’s body yielded to his touch, opening up to let his fingers slide in and out more easily. Dom let his fingertips search the silky inner walls for the bundle of nerves he knew was there somewhere and Wentworth’s needy moan told him when he’d found the right place. It couldn’t be felt as a slight bump under his fingertips and he made sure to rub over it with every inward motion.
Wentworth groaned deep in his throat and tried to impale himself onto Dom’s fingers. He had wanted this since meeting the older man, if he was going to be honest with himself.
“Fuck,” Went moaned, letting his head fall right back and arching against Dom’s body. “Now.”
Dom felt like he might come any second and he reached over for the condom, sheathing his sex, and trying to calm down.
“You ready?” he asked, though he knew what the answer was going to be.
“Yes, just fuck me, Dom. Now.”
Dom pushed into Went’s tight body and they both gave a mutual groan. He’d never experienced such tightness and he did his best to go slow, trying not to hurt Wentworth. Once fully sheathed he paused looking down into Went's pleasure darkened eyes.
“You okay?” He asked, his voice gravely with pent up lust.
“Yeah,” Wentworth breathed his face scrunched up with pleasure. “Just go a bit slow.”
“I will,” Dominic promised, bending down to kiss Wentworth again, but it proved to be a hard promise to keep.
Every time he as much as shifted his hips pleasure flared up along his spine and Went made the most amazing breathy sound that went straight to his cock.
“God,” Dom moaned as he slid slowly in and out of Wentworth’s body. He wondered why he had never tried this before; he had never known pleasure this great.
When Went’s legs wrapped themselves around Dom’s waist the older man couldn’t hold back and he began thrusting a little harder and faster.
“Oh yeah, like that,” Wentworth instructed him, his voice needy and breathy. “Fuck me.”
Dom had never heard Wentworth speak like this before. He always seemed so contained, so composed. Looking down at the younger man now Dom could hardly believe this was the same man. The words and the noises coming from Wentworth’s beautiful lips was driving Dom crazy and he started thrusting even harder, unable to hold back any longer.
“God yeah,” Wentworth groaned arching his back to make Dominic’s thrust reach even deeper.
Dominic had never had a problem with premature ejaculation but as he looked down at Wentworth’s face; his kiss swollen lips parted to let out panted breaths, sweat beading on his brow, he just knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back very long.
Dominic was everything Wentworth knew he would be and then some. Sex had never felt so good before, no one had ever been able to turn him on like Dom did. Seeing that perfect muscular body moving above him, feeling Dom’s cock pushing in and out of him, nothing could equal that.
“Harder,” Wentworth begged reaching down to wrap a sweaty palm around his own drooling cock, pulling on it in time with Dom’s forceful thrusts. The couch creaked ominously under them, but he didn’t care if it collapsed and they ended up on the floor as long as Dom didn’t stop doing that with his hips.
“Oh God,” Dom groaned desperately as he pressed his face into Wentworth’s sweaty neck and fucked the younger man for all he was worth.
When Went began to clench around him, Dom knew that the younger man was about to come and he simply thrust into him as deep as he could go, making Went cry out with an almost painful sounding sob.
Wentworth came hard, his aching cock spurting between their sweaty bodies. His muscles clamped down around Dom’s throbbing sex and the older man bit down lightly on Went’s shoulder as his orgasm took him over. He came hard inside Went’s body and afterwards, when his arms had given out and he collapsed on top of Wentworth, he became a boneless weight.
He was vaguely aware of Went’s hands on his head, stroking him gently. It frightened him. He had never had such an intense sexual experience and he had certainly never felt so connected to someone before. Dom wasn’t gay, and Went was just his friend, and these new feelings shook Dominic to the core.
It must be different for Wentworth, he figured, since he already knew he was gay. Fucking Dom must be just another fuck for him and for some reason that bothered him. He wanted Went to think this was just as special as he did at the same time as he wanted the other man to just forget all about it. Not knowing what to say he shifted slightly, trying to take his weight off Wentworth’s prone body, but the narrow couch didn’t allow for him to move very far.
“Don’t leave,” Went murmured his grip on Dominic’s head tightening slightly.
Dominic surprised himself with his response. “Of course not,” he said. “But I think we’d both be more comfortable on the bed.”
Went smiled up at him and nodded. He let Dom pull him up and lead him to the bedroom. They lay on top of the covers as they were both so hot from their love-making. At first they lay awkwardly side by side, but then Dominic let his hand brush over Wentworth’s chest in an open invite and Went happily curled up against him with his head pillowed on Dom’s chest. Dominic had been sure it would feel weird or wrong, but it felt just fine, so he wrapped his arms around Went’s body and held him tight. After a few minutes of silence they both drifted off to sleep, securely wrapped around each other. Dominic’s last conscious thought being; I could get used to this.
THE END