beanside | Fic: Bound for All Stars

Title: Bound for All Stars
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: JDM/CMM
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. Ever. Really.
A/N: Previous parts can be found here.

It probably said a lot about his life, Chad thought, that the first thing he noticed upon waking was that he wasn’t hung over. It had kind of become par for the course in the last couple weeks. It was the only way he was getting any sleep usually.

But he actually felt pretty good this morning. Achy, but with all the times he’d been thrown into bulkheads and jounced in front of the green screen, that was a given. He was warm, and the bed was comfortable, and there were—oh shit. There were hands, petting him.

Fuck. Just what he fucking needed, a Coyote Ugly moment. Worse, since the other guy was awake, he didn’t even have the option of gnawing off his arm to get away.

Guy had nice hands, though. A little rough, callused. It was nice. Oh hell, now the guy was kissing him. Warm, little scruff of a beard, and damn, he could kiss. Maybe this wasn’t too bad. Who had he gone home with? Wait a minute, he was in LA, and that was—

Chad’s eyes flew open, staring into a pair of smiling hazel eyes.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Jeff purred, bending in to kiss him again.

Oh, God, oh God. This…God. He would fuck it up somehow. He shouldn’t be doing this, and it was bad, and he was a fuck up, and this was the absolute worst idea in the history of bad ideas, Chad thought.

“Chad?” Jeff rumbled softly. “Stop thinking. Now.”

Chad looked up a little sheepishly. “How did you know?”

“Mouthing ‘oh god’ over and over when it’s not during sex tends to be a giveaway.” Jeff touched his cheek, framing his face in those big hands. “You okay?”

“Yeah. It just,” Chad blew out a short breath. “Sorry. It all kinda hit me at once.”

“Mmm.” Jeff’s hands slid down his throat, and Chad shuddered. God, that was nice. Jeff moved closer, kissing him lightly, just the barest touch of his tongue, and Chad relaxed, opening for him.

Jeff knew what he was doing, Chad thought, squirming closer. Slick touches of his tongue, a graze of teeth, a little bite at his lower lip, while those damn hands stroked over his body, along his sides, his back, nails scraping bluntly at the back of his neck. He was shivering, trying to arch closer.

Without warning, fingers curled around his hips, pulling him closer, and he moaned into Jeff’s mouth. God, Jeff was so fucking hard, rocking against Chad’s hip, like he could fuck the groove of his belly.

And if that wasn’t a mental image for the books, nothing was. “Jeff,” he murmured, hips arching into the contact, letting Jeff feel how hard he was.

“Yeah,” Jeff purred. “All nice and hard for me, sweetheart. Going to make you feel good, come so hard.”

Jeff shifted a little, until his lips were sliding along Chad’s jaw, teeth grazing over sensitive skin, and damned if that wasn’t nearly enough to make him come right then.

Then, a hand slid into his sweatpants, closing around him, and he made a thoroughly embarrassing noise against Jeff’s shoulder.

Jeff squirmed down a little, until they were even with each other, then wrapped one hand around both of them, cocks sliding against one another.

It was…odd, Chad thought. Not bad, just odd.

Then, he glanced up, at Jeff and stilled. Jeff’s pupils were huge, and the look in his eyes…Jesus. Jeff’s cock jerked against his and Chad lost it, moaning Jeff’s name like a goddamn porn star, nails biting into his shoulders.

Jeff didn’t seem to mind, really. He growled, biting at Chad’s lips, hand working them both.

It was almost too much against his sensitized skin, too good. Then Jeff’s stroke faltered, his head jerking back, voice going low and harsh. It was…gorgeous. The pull of his lip between his teeth, the way the tendons in his neck stood out, that low growl that could have been Chad’s name.

After a minute, when they could both breathe again, Jeff smiled, leaning forward to kiss Chad’s lips lightly. “Mmm…and good morning, to you, too. If you’ll let Bisou out in the yard, I’ll bring coffee out, and get breakfast going. What do you normally eat?”

“Coffee.”

Jeff rolled his eyes. “I said eat, not inhale. You know, food?”

“Whatever, Jeff. Don’t normally bother with breakfast,” Chad murmured. “Anything’s good.”

Jeff nodded, and got up, grabbing a tissue and a pair of sweatpants. “So when do you have to go back up?”

“Not for three days. Oh, I’d better give Jared a call. Thanks for the reminder.”

“No problem. Meet you on the deck,” he murmured, bending to kiss Chad again.

It was obscenely, nauseatingly domestic. It was…really nice, Chad had to admit. Kinda disgustingly sappy, but he could deal with it.

He cleaned up and grabbed his cell, calling Bisou as he went. She danced alongside him to the door, then bolted out onto the deck, toenails clattering down the stairs. He slumped onto a chair, the cushion chilly against his bare back, and dialed Jared.

“S’up, Mayhem?” Jensen asked.

“Aw, Jesus, it’s too damn early to deal with you. Put JT on, would you?”

“He’s filming. Sorry, you’re stuck with me,” Jensen said, voice totally unapologetic. “So, how’d it go?”

“Um. Good. Really, really good,” Chad said. “I don’t get it, Jensen. He should have slugged me and tossed my ass to the curb.”

“I would have.”

“Gee, thanks. Fucker.”

“And Jeff did what exactly?”

“Gave me coffee, and,” Chad let his voice drop to a bare whisper. “We’re dating.”

“Awww,” Jensen laughed. “Did he give you his class ring?”

“Screw you, Jenny.”

“Nah, I’m just fucking with you, dude. I’m glad it worked out.”

Chad nodded. “I’m still a little freaked. I’m going to fuck up somehow, I just know it.”

“Of course you will. You’re Chad. It’s what you do,” Jensen said, as though proclaiming that the sky was blue.

“Fuck you,” Chad said pleasantly. “Asshole.’

“But that doesn’t mean it won’t work out,” Jensen finished. “Give it a go, dude. Nothing to lose.”

“Yeah. I guess. Anyway, can you and Jare keep an eye on the babies until I get back in three days?”

“Of course we can. Okay, gotta go. My glamorous life requires me to go get dragged in the mud.”

“You wear it well, though. Thanks, Jensen. Really.”

“My pleasure, jackass.”

Chad hung up and jumped as a mug of coffee materialized in front of him. He looked up at Jeff and grinned. “Jen says hi.”

“Mmm,” Jeff replied, sitting a plate piled with food on the table. “Breakfast is served.”

They ate and talked about random things while Bisou brought them sticks to throw. It was peaceful, and relaxing, and everything he’d never expected to find. When he got up to grab more coffee, he found himself tugged into Jeff’s lap, laughing and squirming as Jeff pressed a kiss to his neck before letting him back up.

It set the tone for the rest of the day, watching movies curled on the sofa and playing with Bisou. Jeff, it turned out, really was that laid back. He didn’t push things, just relaxed and let it happen. It was kind of fucking annoying, Chad mused. He was used to Sophia, who was a stone cold princess when you got down to it. She played all sweet and fluffy, but that was a woman who knew what she wanted—and got it. Period.

Mackenzie had been more manipulative, in that teenage way. Which, since she had been a teenager, didn’t surprise.

Jeff didn’t push. Didn’t ask for anything, really. Unless you counted “please pass the salt.”

And, Chad realized, he hadn’t given a whole hell of a lot. So used to being told what he was supposed to do, he’d let Jeff dictate everything.

The two times that they’d had sex, he’d barely touched Jeff. He’d stroked his cock a little the first time, a few quick pumps. Then, he’d let Jeff get himself off. He hadn’t done jack this morning, just let Jeff get them both off.

Jesus, he was a selfish bastard, Chad thought. And worst of all, Jeff was willing to let him be. Willing to sit back, and let Chad set the pace. Well, he could fix that.

Jeff glanced back as he came to his feet, waving a package of steaks at him. “Steak okay for dinner?” He made a little squeaky noise when Chad grabbed his hips and shoved him against the counter. For a long moment, Chad just nuzzled him, stroking his cheek against the zipper of Jeff’s jeans.

Jeff’s cock twitched, and Chad smiled slow and dirty, looking up through his eyelashes. This was going to be fun.

Jeff reached for him, but Chad grabbed his wrists, pinning them against the counter without a thought. “My turn,” he growled. Jeff shivered, lips parting on a breathy sigh.

“Okay,” he murmured.

Chad smiled wider, loosening his grip on one wrist, and tugging Jeff’s jeans open. “Wanted to do this so much,” he purred, tongue darting out to tease along his cock, tracing over the tip with a light flick.

Jeff made a low noise in his throat, his free hand coming to rest on Chad’s head, stroking his hair, petting as he opened his mouth, sucking on the head, tongue fluttering along the slit.

Fingers tightened in his hair, and Chad purred, arching back into the touch. He slid down, reveling in the musky smell, the bitter taste of precum, the velvety skin. Jeff shifted under his touch, spreading his legs so that Chad could slide a hand up his thigh, pressing his fingertip against Jeff’s entrance.

The sound that slid from Jeff’s throat barely sounded human, thin and needy. “Yeah, God, just like that,” he whispered hoarsely. “So good.”

Without warning Chad swallowed, sucking hard. Jeff’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling hard.

He moaned, the tug going straight to his own cock. Jeff loosened his grip. “Sorry.”

Chad looked up through his eyelashes, pulling off enough to murmur, “No, that’s good. That’s really—Mmmm,” he finished, purring as Jeff pulled his hair again.

Lost in the sensations, the way Jeff’s voice broke on a moan, the filthy words spilling from his lips in that dark growl, Chad was almost surprised when Jeff tugged on his hair.

“Chad, I’m gonna, God,” Jeff stammered. “Gonna come.”

Chad looked up again, pulling back a little, slowing it down. “Not yet,” he purred.

The little desperate noise went straight to his cock, and Chad palmed himself through the jeans. “How do you want to come?” he growled. “Down my throat? On my face? Tell me and it’s yours,” Chad offered.

Jeff shuddered. “God, your mouth, please,” he groaned.

Flashing a slow smile, Chad leaned forward. “Was hoping you’d say that. Want to feel you coming in my mouth, taste you,” he purred.

It barely took a second, and Jeff was coming, his hand tight in Chad’s hair. Any other time, it would have been disgusting. He’d never loved blow jobs, but some times you have to give one to get one. This was different. Hearing the break in Jeff’s voice, feeling the tremors in his thighs, the bitter taste of him on Chad’s tongue… He felt eight feet tall, like he could do anything.

Jeff slid down side of the counter, kneeling next to Chad, pulling him in for a slow kiss. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he growled. “So fucking hot.”

He’d never thought that stubble against his balls would be quite so arousing, Chad thought later. Or that the flicker of a tongue just behind them would make him nearly unhinge his spine. He was pretty sure that tongue had slid a little farther back, too, but he wasn’t thinking about it.

By the time Jeff put him on the plane three days later, he was about ready to consider thinking about it, though. Jeff had been the soul of restraint, flickering a finger back to tease his entrance, or letting his tongue just barely press against him. It had all felt pretty good, Chad had to admit.

And Jeff seemed to like it when Chad had fucked him, slow and easy. He’d teased him about the amount of prep and lube Chad had insisted on, but there was a tender look in Jeff’s eyes that had made him duck his head, hiding his flushed cheeks against Jeff’s thigh.

Jeff was due up in two weeks to work on the last few episodes of Supernatural. They probably wouldn’t see much of each other, but for once, their days off coincided. Maybe, just maybe, it was time.