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beansideTitle: Of the Grandest Kind
Rating: R
Pairing: CMM/JDM
Disclaimer: Never happened, except in the confines of my little brain.
A/N:Previous parts can be found here. Many thanks as always to my beautiful wife for her mad skillz. *grin*
Chad was still in the shower when Jeff brought the pack back in. There was probably a trick to walking that many dogs at once, but he hadn’t found it yet. He had a feeling that the trick was being named Chad, actually.
The bigger dogs were great. Annie, Joe, and Ozzie were all sweethearts. Even Axel, who was a guard dog behaved. No, his problem was the pint-sized Pomeranian, Charlie. If ever there was an alpha dog, the little bastard was one. And it had spent the entire walk giving him dirty looks, as if to say ‘I don’t have to listen to you. You’re not my real daddy.’ Damned dog.
He fed them and slipped into the bedroom, stripping his clothes as he went.
Chad started when he tugged the shower curtain open, giving him a look of wide-eyed terror. “Hey, sweetheart. Thought I’d grab a quick shower, if it’s okay. I smell like plane.”
“Oh. Yeah. That’s fine. Of course.” Chad started to climb out, but Jeff looped a hand around his wrist.
“You don’t have to go anywhere,” Jeff murmured softly. “Talk to me. How’s your week been?” He grabbed the soap, running it over his skin quickly.
Chad shrugged. “Pretty good. Busy. It’s supposed to have been a stretch of twelve hour days, but they’ve been more like fifteen, if I’m lucky. Lot of greenscreen work. Lot of crap on the Cylon ship, which is cool.”
Jeff grinned at the satisfaction in Chad’s voice. It might be exhausting, but he was obviously enjoying himself. “Sounds good.”
“Tuesday, I went out for dinner and drinks with Jare, Jen, Kim, Mike, Tom, and a few of my co-stars,” Chad grinned. “Mike got trashed and hit on half the cast of BSG.”
Jeff snorted. “Anyone take him up on his bullshit?”
Chad grinned slow and dark. “Madame Airlock herself.”
“Shit. Boy’s way outa his league with Mary McDonnel,” Jeff laughed, rinsing the soap off.
“Yeah.” Chad waited as Jeff turned the water off. “They have a second date this weekend.”
“Seriously?”
Chad nodded, still grinning. “Yup.”
“Oh, that’s fucking beautiful.” Jeff reached for the towel, only to have it snatched away. Before he could mock-growl, Chad was running it over his skin, drying him off. Which was kinda weird.
Not that it wasn’t nice, Jeff thought. It was. Just a little…weird.
Then, after he’d hung up the towel, Chad just stood there, watching. Like he expected Jeff to do something.
Well, he could work with that, Jeff thought. He tugged Chad into the bedroom and nudged him down onto the bed. Chad went stiffly, eyes wide and breathing shallow.
“Sweetheart, we don’t have to do this-“ Jeff started.
“It’s fine,” Chad snapped. “Just. C’mon. I want to do it.”
Jeff rolled his eyes a little bit, and lowered himself next to Chad. “Okay.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to Chad’s lightly. “Relax,” he purred, sliding down to nuzzle Chad’s throat, a graze of teeth.
Chad shivered, relaxing a fraction. “I’m good, I’m fine.”
With another roll of his eyes, Jeff went back to kissing Chad, letting his hand roam over the smooth skin. A callused fingertip teased over Chad’s nipple, pinching gently. “So fucking hot,” he growled. “Could touch you like this all night.”
Chad arched a little, cock perking up as Jeff’s hand slid lower, cupping his hipbone gently.
“Mmm, that’s it. Want to make you feel so good.”
Chad turned a little towards Jeff, fingers sliding into his hair and tugging him closer for a slow, hot kiss.
Jeff moaned in his throat, fingers curling around Chad’s ass, pulling him closer. Their tongues dueled slickly for a minute before Chad submitted, letting Jeff lick his way into Chad’s mouth.
Moving tentatively, he slid a finger back. The reaction was surprising to say the least. Chad jerked his head back, eyes fluttering closed on a low moan, and pressed back into Jeff’s fingers.
“That good?” Jeff purred, leaning closer, kissing Chad again, moving the finger a little more firmly, teasing circles against Chad’s entrance. Chad moaned encouragingly, hips rocking, and Jeff squirmed closer, trying for a better angle.
Wrapped in the feel of Chad’s hands in his hair, and those drugging kisses it took a moment for Jeff to notice that something wasn’t quite right. Then, he slid his fingertip into Chad, listening to the sweet noises, and stilled.
Fuck. Chad wasn’t hard. Not even a little. And those noises were way out of proportion. Cold ice slid into Jeff’s stomach, and he pulled back, rolling away, and sitting on the side of the bed.
“Jeff?” Chad murmured, voice low.
It was a good approximation of his normal sex-roughened voice, Jeff thought. If he had just kept kissing Jeff like that, he probably wouldn’t have noticed. He would have fucked him, and Chad would have let him.
A hand landed on his shoulder, and Jeff tensed. “Don’t,” he growled, jerking away. I was pushing him too hard for this. He wasn’t ready, and he was going to let me—Jesus. He would have let me all but rape him, and I would have, thinking he was enjoying every minute.
“What’s wrong?”
Jeff looked back at Chad, all mussed hair and swollen lips, and felt anger spark in his stomach. “What the fuck was that?”
“I thought it was sex, but obviously, I was wrong,” Chad snapped.
“It doesn’t feel that fucking good. What, you figured you’d bullshit it? Throw me a bone? Jesus, Chad.” Jeff got up off the bed, grabbing his jeans. “Did I ever give you the impression that I wanted you to play virgin sacrifice? Did you think I wanted you to do something you weren’t into?”
Color suffused Chad’s cheeks. “I-“
“Don’t,” Jeff snarled. “Just. Don’t. I’m going out. I’ll be back.”
“I’m sorry,” Chad said, voice small. “I just—“
“Yeah.” Jeff tugged on a sweatshirt. “You just needed me to make an idiot of myself.”
“I didn’t—“Chad started, then broke off as Jeff shoved his feet into tennis shoes. “What should I order you for dinner?”
“I’m really not hungry,” Jeff muttered. He grabbed the keys to his rental and headed out the door.
“Wait, Jeff, please,” Chad said. “I’m sorry, I. Please don’t leave.”
Jeff stopped, looking at him, stilled by the frantic note in the last sentence. ‘I’ll be back. But right now, I’m way too pissed.”
Chad looked like he’d protest again, and Jeff tensed. Then, all the fight seemed to go out of him, shoulders slumping. “Okay,” he said, voice tight.
Jeff walked out, letting the door shut quietly behind him.
Rating: R
Pairing: CMM/JDM
Disclaimer: Never happened, except in the confines of my little brain.
A/N:Previous parts can be found here. Many thanks as always to my beautiful wife for her mad skillz. *grin*
Chad was still in the shower when Jeff brought the pack back in. There was probably a trick to walking that many dogs at once, but he hadn’t found it yet. He had a feeling that the trick was being named Chad, actually.
The bigger dogs were great. Annie, Joe, and Ozzie were all sweethearts. Even Axel, who was a guard dog behaved. No, his problem was the pint-sized Pomeranian, Charlie. If ever there was an alpha dog, the little bastard was one. And it had spent the entire walk giving him dirty looks, as if to say ‘I don’t have to listen to you. You’re not my real daddy.’ Damned dog.
He fed them and slipped into the bedroom, stripping his clothes as he went.
Chad started when he tugged the shower curtain open, giving him a look of wide-eyed terror. “Hey, sweetheart. Thought I’d grab a quick shower, if it’s okay. I smell like plane.”
“Oh. Yeah. That’s fine. Of course.” Chad started to climb out, but Jeff looped a hand around his wrist.
“You don’t have to go anywhere,” Jeff murmured softly. “Talk to me. How’s your week been?” He grabbed the soap, running it over his skin quickly.
Chad shrugged. “Pretty good. Busy. It’s supposed to have been a stretch of twelve hour days, but they’ve been more like fifteen, if I’m lucky. Lot of greenscreen work. Lot of crap on the Cylon ship, which is cool.”
Jeff grinned at the satisfaction in Chad’s voice. It might be exhausting, but he was obviously enjoying himself. “Sounds good.”
“Tuesday, I went out for dinner and drinks with Jare, Jen, Kim, Mike, Tom, and a few of my co-stars,” Chad grinned. “Mike got trashed and hit on half the cast of BSG.”
Jeff snorted. “Anyone take him up on his bullshit?”
Chad grinned slow and dark. “Madame Airlock herself.”
“Shit. Boy’s way outa his league with Mary McDonnel,” Jeff laughed, rinsing the soap off.
“Yeah.” Chad waited as Jeff turned the water off. “They have a second date this weekend.”
“Seriously?”
Chad nodded, still grinning. “Yup.”
“Oh, that’s fucking beautiful.” Jeff reached for the towel, only to have it snatched away. Before he could mock-growl, Chad was running it over his skin, drying him off. Which was kinda weird.
Not that it wasn’t nice, Jeff thought. It was. Just a little…weird.
Then, after he’d hung up the towel, Chad just stood there, watching. Like he expected Jeff to do something.
Well, he could work with that, Jeff thought. He tugged Chad into the bedroom and nudged him down onto the bed. Chad went stiffly, eyes wide and breathing shallow.
“Sweetheart, we don’t have to do this-“ Jeff started.
“It’s fine,” Chad snapped. “Just. C’mon. I want to do it.”
Jeff rolled his eyes a little bit, and lowered himself next to Chad. “Okay.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to Chad’s lightly. “Relax,” he purred, sliding down to nuzzle Chad’s throat, a graze of teeth.
Chad shivered, relaxing a fraction. “I’m good, I’m fine.”
With another roll of his eyes, Jeff went back to kissing Chad, letting his hand roam over the smooth skin. A callused fingertip teased over Chad’s nipple, pinching gently. “So fucking hot,” he growled. “Could touch you like this all night.”
Chad arched a little, cock perking up as Jeff’s hand slid lower, cupping his hipbone gently.
“Mmm, that’s it. Want to make you feel so good.”
Chad turned a little towards Jeff, fingers sliding into his hair and tugging him closer for a slow, hot kiss.
Jeff moaned in his throat, fingers curling around Chad’s ass, pulling him closer. Their tongues dueled slickly for a minute before Chad submitted, letting Jeff lick his way into Chad’s mouth.
Moving tentatively, he slid a finger back. The reaction was surprising to say the least. Chad jerked his head back, eyes fluttering closed on a low moan, and pressed back into Jeff’s fingers.
“That good?” Jeff purred, leaning closer, kissing Chad again, moving the finger a little more firmly, teasing circles against Chad’s entrance. Chad moaned encouragingly, hips rocking, and Jeff squirmed closer, trying for a better angle.
Wrapped in the feel of Chad’s hands in his hair, and those drugging kisses it took a moment for Jeff to notice that something wasn’t quite right. Then, he slid his fingertip into Chad, listening to the sweet noises, and stilled.
Fuck. Chad wasn’t hard. Not even a little. And those noises were way out of proportion. Cold ice slid into Jeff’s stomach, and he pulled back, rolling away, and sitting on the side of the bed.
“Jeff?” Chad murmured, voice low.
It was a good approximation of his normal sex-roughened voice, Jeff thought. If he had just kept kissing Jeff like that, he probably wouldn’t have noticed. He would have fucked him, and Chad would have let him.
A hand landed on his shoulder, and Jeff tensed. “Don’t,” he growled, jerking away. I was pushing him too hard for this. He wasn’t ready, and he was going to let me—Jesus. He would have let me all but rape him, and I would have, thinking he was enjoying every minute.
“What’s wrong?”
Jeff looked back at Chad, all mussed hair and swollen lips, and felt anger spark in his stomach. “What the fuck was that?”
“I thought it was sex, but obviously, I was wrong,” Chad snapped.
“It doesn’t feel that fucking good. What, you figured you’d bullshit it? Throw me a bone? Jesus, Chad.” Jeff got up off the bed, grabbing his jeans. “Did I ever give you the impression that I wanted you to play virgin sacrifice? Did you think I wanted you to do something you weren’t into?”
Color suffused Chad’s cheeks. “I-“
“Don’t,” Jeff snarled. “Just. Don’t. I’m going out. I’ll be back.”
“I’m sorry,” Chad said, voice small. “I just—“
“Yeah.” Jeff tugged on a sweatshirt. “You just needed me to make an idiot of myself.”
“I didn’t—“Chad started, then broke off as Jeff shoved his feet into tennis shoes. “What should I order you for dinner?”
“I’m really not hungry,” Jeff muttered. He grabbed the keys to his rental and headed out the door.
“Wait, Jeff, please,” Chad said. “I’m sorry, I. Please don’t leave.”
Jeff stopped, looking at him, stilled by the frantic note in the last sentence. ‘I’ll be back. But right now, I’m way too pissed.”
Chad looked like he’d protest again, and Jeff tensed. Then, all the fight seemed to go out of him, shoulders slumping. “Okay,” he said, voice tight.
Jeff walked out, letting the door shut quietly behind him.
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Date: 2006-11-28 09:10 pm (UTC)Ooops, Chad did it again. The boy can't make many moves without getting it wrong, can he? It's a good thing Jeff's old enough (I hope) to understand the why. I'm enjoying the interplay of schmoop and angst here.
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Date: 2006-12-04 09:25 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2006-11-28 09:40 pm (UTC)*is all worried*
Stupid, stupid boy! *shakes head*
*meep?*
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Date: 2006-12-04 09:26 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed!
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Date: 2006-11-28 10:23 pm (UTC)*g* I love this universe!
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Date: 2006-12-04 09:27 pm (UTC)*Grin* Thank you! I'm glad you enjoy it!
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Date: 2006-11-28 10:35 pm (UTC)*wibbles*
I really like how slow you're taking the progression of intimacy. One thing that I DON'T like about fanfic as much is how much is rushes the "OMG YOU WANT TO STICK WHAT WHERE?" to the "Let me take your big donkey dick all the way down my throat and then lick your ass some!" *coughs* Not that I'm opposed to either in THEORY, you understand.
McDonnell, not McDonnel. And I think there should be a "not" in this sentence? *squints* He had a feeling that the trick was being named Chad, actually.
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Date: 2006-12-04 09:30 pm (UTC)Yeah. Somehow I can't see going from OMG NO WAY IN HELL to OHYES, YOU BIG STUD FUCK ME! in less than ten pages. But I'm weird like that. Mind you, I don't object to those stories. They're still entertaining!
*Grin* Thanks!
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Date: 2006-11-28 10:41 pm (UTC)More please. I need more of the dumb boy. Oh, Chad. See, now you're making me do the 'Oh, Dean' but with Chad. Jeff, I love you so very much, but you need to read the boy better. And sort him out. *nods*
Sorry for the complete incoherency of this, but I'm just about desperate for more.
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Date: 2006-12-04 09:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-28 10:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-04 09:32 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2006-11-28 10:55 pm (UTC)Gah.
*flails some more*
I love this 'verse.
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Date: 2006-12-04 09:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-29 01:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-04 09:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-29 02:33 am (UTC)MICHAEL ROSENBAUM/MARY MCDONALD FOR THE MOTHERFUCKING WIN. \o/
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Date: 2006-12-04 09:39 pm (UTC)I'm glad you're enjoying it, sweetie.
Now, what's your schedule like, so we can get together some time soon!
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Date: 2006-11-29 04:20 am (UTC)I litterally was sitting here with my heart in my throat. Chat is so stupid and trying so hard and Jeff is so lovely and wonderful.. I LOVE your Chad and Jeff.
*blows kisses* Ugh, more, PLEASE? Soon?
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Date: 2006-12-04 09:44 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2006-11-29 04:26 am (UTC)Fix them! You fix them rigt now! I can't believe you broke them. Again.
Though you do get a thumbs up for the wet domesticity.
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Date: 2006-12-04 09:45 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked! Thank you!
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Date: 2006-12-05 05:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-29 05:12 am (UTC)I have so much love for this verse. I adore your Chad, and how he isn't perfect but isn't a complete ass either. I want the guys to make up and get on to the sex, but it's so perfect that they didn't have things work out on the first try.
I need more!
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Date: 2006-12-04 09:46 pm (UTC)I'm glad it worked for you!
Thank you!
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Date: 2006-11-29 08:10 am (UTC)Oh Chad....stupid stupid boy.
*sighs*
~C~
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Date: 2006-11-29 08:12 am (UTC)~C~
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Date: 2006-12-04 09:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-04 09:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-30 12:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-04 09:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-30 01:51 am (UTC)Oh Chad, you're an idiot. Jeff, come back.
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Date: 2006-12-07 12:23 pm (UTC)Oh, c'mon, you know Mike would be hitting on every single co-star either of his friends have. *nod* And Mary would be good for him. (Not to mention, kinda hot.)
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Date: 2006-12-07 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-03 08:57 am (UTC)Beautifully written, I love how subdued the angst is. It's definitely there, it definitely hurts. It's just not yelling and screaming at you, so to speak.
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Date: 2006-12-07 12:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-03 10:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-04 09:35 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2006-12-05 07:27 pm (UTC)Gonna wait!!!!
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