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beansideTitle: As I Am
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: CMM/JDM
Disclaimer: I don't know them. I doubt they know each other, much less are carrying on a torrid mating dance.
A/N: Yeah, it's still going, like the freaking Energizer Bunny of crackfic. Previous parts can be found here.
“Jesus, baby, your mouth,” Jeff moaned, fingers sliding through short hair, fighting to pet, not clutch. “Going to fuck you so hard.”
A lithe body slid up his, warm lips pressing at his collarbone. “Oh you think?” Chad purred, teeth grazing along Jeff’s throat, nipping just right.
This time, Jeff let his fingers tighten in the hair, pulling Chad’s head back with a swift violence that made him gasp. “I think,” Jeff agreed, leaning up to bite at the soft skin, feeling Chad shudder against him.
“Yeah,” Chad gasped. “Okay, I BRIIIING!”
Jeff stared at Chad for a moment, trying to decipher the sound that had just come out of those lips. Then, it came again, and he sat up, arms empty, instinctively reaching for the jangling phone. “Fuck me,” Jeff groaned, glancing at the clock. Six thirty. In the goddamn morning. Jesus.
“Hello?”
“Hi, sweetie!” his mother’s voice chirped at him.
“Oh, hey mom. How’re you? Everything okay?”
“Of course it is. Wait, is it too early over there to be calling? Did I screw up my times again?”
“It’s okay. I have to get up for an early call anyway,” Jeff lied. “ So, What’s doing?”
“You never told me you were friends with that nice boy from One Tree Hill,” his mother said coyly.
“What?” For a moment, Jeff wondered if he’d actually woken up, or if this was part of the dream. If so, he was never doing shots with Gina ever again.
“You know, Chad Michael Murray.”
“You watch One Tree Hill, mom?” Jeff asked.
“Yes, dear. He’s such a nice boy, so respectful. I like him.”
“On the show?” It had to be the dream. Because otherwise, this conversation made no goddamn sense.
“No, when he was here this evening.”
Jeff pinched his leg hard. “Um. He was there?”
“Yes, dear. Keep up, now. He said that when he talked to you that you had mentioned worrying that Bisou was going to be too much for your father and I, and that she wouldn’t get exercise enough. So, he took her out for a run.”
And yeah, that made no damn sense at all. “He took her for a run?”
“She was so happy, Jeff. He said he’d try to come back every few days, since he’ll be filming in Vancouver. He’s such a nice boy. A little on the young side,” she added.
“Mom,” Jeff groaned.
“Still. He seems really sweet. And Bisou obviously likes him, and she’s a good judge of character.”
“Mom, it’s not like that.”
“Okay, I’m just saying. If it was, I’d approve,” she murmured, laughing softly at his embarrassment. “So, how’s work going?”
He relaxed a little, appreciating the change in topics and talked about the role and Dublin, and his coworkers.
By the time he hung up, his alarm was only half an hour from going off. Not worth going back to sleep, even if he could. And really. Not happening.
What the hell? Chad had driven two hours to take his dog for a walk? The hell.
Fragments of his dream came floating back, with a predictable effect on his body. Goddamn it. “This isn’t funny,” he informed his cock. “You’re not the boss of me, got it?”
It remained unimpressed, his brain choosing that moment to remember the image of Chad’s lips stretched obscenely around his cock, defiant gaze meeting Jeff’s.
“Fuck. I’ve lost my mind,” he muttered, hand sliding down to cup his cock through his boxers.
He let his eyes drift closed, tugging the waistband down. He would not think of Chad. Think about the redhead in the bar last night, yeah. She was hot. And had a great…personality. She would look amazing, spread out on the bed while he fucked her slow—
And Chad moaned low in his throat, arching back, begging Jeff to fuck him hard, cock slick with precome—
No. What about the steward from the British Air flight? He wouldn’t complain about Jeff’s hands on his body, stroking—
And landing with a hard slap to Chad’s ass. God, that boy just begged for someone to come and break him to saddle—
Fine. Fuck it. This wasn’t working. “This doesn’t mean anything,” Jeff informed his cock.
He closed his eyes again, let his mind wander. His hand slid back down, stroking himself gently.
Chad, naked, hands bound in front of him, glaring at Jeff, chin tilted stubbornly. Jeff stepping up, fingers brushing over his cheek gently, until Chad jerked away with a little growl.
Then, Jeff thought, he wouldn’t be so gentle. His fingers would curl around that chin tight, tilting it up, squeezing until Chad gasped, then sliding his fingers into that sinful damned mouth. Chad of course, would bite down, his tongue stroking along Jeff’s digits, sucking until his cheeks hollowed.
Then, he’d let go, undo his jeans and let them hang low on his hips, watch Chad’s tongue dart out, licking his lips at the sight. He’d grab that chin again, hold him still with one hand, and grab his cock with his other, rub it along those lips, paint them with his precome, mark Chad as his slut. His.
Then, when Chad started to relax, he’d slide his belt free of the loops, double it up, watch Chad’s eyes widen, watch him shiver.
He’d shiver even harder when Jeff slid it along his spine, a brush of leather on skin. Then, Jeff would bring it around so that Chad could see it, let it glide over his cheekbone, let him smell the leather.
Jeff’s hand sped up on his cock, imagining Chad’s lips brushing the belt, tongue darting out to curl around the worn leather.
It would make such a great noise against his skin, the sharp crack almost covering the little gasp, the yelp of pain. Red welts would stand out against Chad’s pale skin by the time he’d finished three strokes, and he would step back, look at Chad, at the shudders wracking his body, the cock standing at attention, head wet and shiny.
Jeff moaned, strokes faltering as he imagined Chad’s eyes, defiant even through the tears he couldn’t hold back—
His orgasm almost came as a surprise, leaving him shivering and sticky, staring at the quaint canopy of his bed.
“Well, that was fucked up,” Jeff muttered, grabbing a tissue and getting cleaned up.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: CMM/JDM
Disclaimer: I don't know them. I doubt they know each other, much less are carrying on a torrid mating dance.
A/N: Yeah, it's still going, like the freaking Energizer Bunny of crackfic. Previous parts can be found here.
“Jesus, baby, your mouth,” Jeff moaned, fingers sliding through short hair, fighting to pet, not clutch. “Going to fuck you so hard.”
A lithe body slid up his, warm lips pressing at his collarbone. “Oh you think?” Chad purred, teeth grazing along Jeff’s throat, nipping just right.
This time, Jeff let his fingers tighten in the hair, pulling Chad’s head back with a swift violence that made him gasp. “I think,” Jeff agreed, leaning up to bite at the soft skin, feeling Chad shudder against him.
“Yeah,” Chad gasped. “Okay, I BRIIIING!”
Jeff stared at Chad for a moment, trying to decipher the sound that had just come out of those lips. Then, it came again, and he sat up, arms empty, instinctively reaching for the jangling phone. “Fuck me,” Jeff groaned, glancing at the clock. Six thirty. In the goddamn morning. Jesus.
“Hello?”
“Hi, sweetie!” his mother’s voice chirped at him.
“Oh, hey mom. How’re you? Everything okay?”
“Of course it is. Wait, is it too early over there to be calling? Did I screw up my times again?”
“It’s okay. I have to get up for an early call anyway,” Jeff lied. “ So, What’s doing?”
“You never told me you were friends with that nice boy from One Tree Hill,” his mother said coyly.
“What?” For a moment, Jeff wondered if he’d actually woken up, or if this was part of the dream. If so, he was never doing shots with Gina ever again.
“You know, Chad Michael Murray.”
“You watch One Tree Hill, mom?” Jeff asked.
“Yes, dear. He’s such a nice boy, so respectful. I like him.”
“On the show?” It had to be the dream. Because otherwise, this conversation made no goddamn sense.
“No, when he was here this evening.”
Jeff pinched his leg hard. “Um. He was there?”
“Yes, dear. Keep up, now. He said that when he talked to you that you had mentioned worrying that Bisou was going to be too much for your father and I, and that she wouldn’t get exercise enough. So, he took her out for a run.”
And yeah, that made no damn sense at all. “He took her for a run?”
“She was so happy, Jeff. He said he’d try to come back every few days, since he’ll be filming in Vancouver. He’s such a nice boy. A little on the young side,” she added.
“Mom,” Jeff groaned.
“Still. He seems really sweet. And Bisou obviously likes him, and she’s a good judge of character.”
“Mom, it’s not like that.”
“Okay, I’m just saying. If it was, I’d approve,” she murmured, laughing softly at his embarrassment. “So, how’s work going?”
He relaxed a little, appreciating the change in topics and talked about the role and Dublin, and his coworkers.
By the time he hung up, his alarm was only half an hour from going off. Not worth going back to sleep, even if he could. And really. Not happening.
What the hell? Chad had driven two hours to take his dog for a walk? The hell.
Fragments of his dream came floating back, with a predictable effect on his body. Goddamn it. “This isn’t funny,” he informed his cock. “You’re not the boss of me, got it?”
It remained unimpressed, his brain choosing that moment to remember the image of Chad’s lips stretched obscenely around his cock, defiant gaze meeting Jeff’s.
“Fuck. I’ve lost my mind,” he muttered, hand sliding down to cup his cock through his boxers.
He let his eyes drift closed, tugging the waistband down. He would not think of Chad. Think about the redhead in the bar last night, yeah. She was hot. And had a great…personality. She would look amazing, spread out on the bed while he fucked her slow—
And Chad moaned low in his throat, arching back, begging Jeff to fuck him hard, cock slick with precome—
No. What about the steward from the British Air flight? He wouldn’t complain about Jeff’s hands on his body, stroking—
And landing with a hard slap to Chad’s ass. God, that boy just begged for someone to come and break him to saddle—
Fine. Fuck it. This wasn’t working. “This doesn’t mean anything,” Jeff informed his cock.
He closed his eyes again, let his mind wander. His hand slid back down, stroking himself gently.
Chad, naked, hands bound in front of him, glaring at Jeff, chin tilted stubbornly. Jeff stepping up, fingers brushing over his cheek gently, until Chad jerked away with a little growl.
Then, Jeff thought, he wouldn’t be so gentle. His fingers would curl around that chin tight, tilting it up, squeezing until Chad gasped, then sliding his fingers into that sinful damned mouth. Chad of course, would bite down, his tongue stroking along Jeff’s digits, sucking until his cheeks hollowed.
Then, he’d let go, undo his jeans and let them hang low on his hips, watch Chad’s tongue dart out, licking his lips at the sight. He’d grab that chin again, hold him still with one hand, and grab his cock with his other, rub it along those lips, paint them with his precome, mark Chad as his slut. His.
Then, when Chad started to relax, he’d slide his belt free of the loops, double it up, watch Chad’s eyes widen, watch him shiver.
He’d shiver even harder when Jeff slid it along his spine, a brush of leather on skin. Then, Jeff would bring it around so that Chad could see it, let it glide over his cheekbone, let him smell the leather.
Jeff’s hand sped up on his cock, imagining Chad’s lips brushing the belt, tongue darting out to curl around the worn leather.
It would make such a great noise against his skin, the sharp crack almost covering the little gasp, the yelp of pain. Red welts would stand out against Chad’s pale skin by the time he’d finished three strokes, and he would step back, look at Chad, at the shudders wracking his body, the cock standing at attention, head wet and shiny.
Jeff moaned, strokes faltering as he imagined Chad’s eyes, defiant even through the tears he couldn’t hold back—
His orgasm almost came as a surprise, leaving him shivering and sticky, staring at the quaint canopy of his bed.
“Well, that was fucked up,” Jeff muttered, grabbing a tissue and getting cleaned up.
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