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beansideTitle: Down the Wire
Pairing: JDM/CMM
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Sadly.
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rps_advent prompt "Phone Sex." This is also part of my JDM/CMM universe, previous parts can be found here.
His cellphone had buzzed about a missed call around lunchtime, but it was nearly ten at night by the time Chad managed to pick it up. Shooting had gone overtime, with his and Tricia’s carefully choreographed fight scene requiring multiple takes to please Ron’s exacting standards. In the end, Chad had to admit that it had worked.
By the last take they were both exhausted, running on waning adrenaline and coffee, and it had come through. The fight would look brutal, and violent, and like it had taken its toll on both combatants.
Chad waited until he was back home, the dogs fed and walked before he flopped onto the sofa to return the call. It didn’t occur to him until he heard Jeff’s voice all scratchy and sleepy on the other end that Jeff was back in New York, and if it was eleven in Vancouver, it was two a.m. on the East Coast.
“Hello?”
“Christ, I’m sorry, Jeff. I just remembered you were in New York this week. Go back to sleep, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Hey,” Jeff purred. “Nah, it’s okay. I’ve got call time at four. They want to do a sunrise shot. My alarm was set in forty minutes anyway, and I’d much rather talk to you.”
Chad ducked his head, feeling his cheeks flame. “Oh. So, how’s New York?”
“Fucking cold, but okay. I’ve got a view of Rockefeller Center from my window. It’s kinda pretty, all lit up for the holidays.”
“I can’t believe Christmas is only two weeks away,” Chad murmured. “I’ve only got two more days of filming, then I’m done until January tenth.”
“Ditto. Except I’ve got four days to go. Today’s sunrise crap, two days in the studio, then a half-day on Friday. It’ll be nice to have a little downtime before I have to jump back into three projects at once.”
“Mmm. You mean I might actually get to see you?”
“Sounds like a good plan to me,” Jeff purred.
“Me too.” Chad ran his hand over his short hair. “I miss you,” he admitted softly.
Jeff made a little noise. “I miss you, too, sweetheart.”
Chad closed his eyes for a moment, letting his head fall back against the couch cushion. In the week that he’d stayed after their first disastrous attempt at Chad bottoming, Jeff had been bucking for sainthood, as far as Chad could tell. Just when Chad had been planning to give it another go, he’d taken a crack on the head from a badly timed stumble, and ended up in the ER, getting skull x-rays. Jeff had held his hand, and kept him from having a panic attack.
Funny thing though. The mild concussion had pretty much ended any hope Chad had of getting laid before Jeff had to leave.
That had been two weeks ago. Two weeks of his right hand, and wishful thinking. Two weeks of fingering himself and getting jack-all out of it.
“God, I’m so fucking horny,” Chad admitted. “Can’t stop thinking about you.”
Jeff made a low, purring noise that went straight to Chad’s cock. Without thinking, Chad slid his hand under his waistband, sliding his fingertips along his length.
“You’d better not be doing what I think you are, boy,” Jeff mock-growled.
“What do you think I’m doing, boy,” Chad teased.
“I think you’re touching yourself,” Jeff purred. “Are you? Are you listening to me, and imagining me there with you?”
Chad shuddered. “Yeah,” he breathed. “That’s about what I’m doing.”
"Mm." Jeff's zipper rasped down. Chad heard the soft catch in Jeff's breathing before Jeff said, "Listen close, then."
Chad shifted, spreading his legs a little. "I'm listening."
"Good, sweetheart. Are you in the bedroom?"
"On the couch," Chad said.
"Got to the bedroom and lie down on the bed. Pants off," Jeff ordered.
Not quite sure why he was obeying, Chad heaved himself off the couch and wandered into the bedroom, letting his jeans slide off as he walked. "Okay," he finally muttered. "Now what?"
"Now you close your eyes, and touch yourself. And just listen to my voice."
Chad squirmed a little, but laid back. "Okay," he said.
"Mmm. You know what I miss most about you?" Jeff asked, keeping his voice low and soft. "I miss being able to touch you, to run my fingers down your body. I miss tasting you."
Chad shuddered, fingers tightening around his cock, thumb teasing a circle around the head. "I miss that, too. Miss getting to taste you, to suck you down and feel you fucking my mouth."
Jeff made a low noise in his throat, something close to a growl. "God, yeah. You've got such a great mouth, sweetheart."
"You just nearly came, didn't you," Chad murmured. "You like the thought of me on my knees in front of you."
"Almost as much as you like me on my stomach," Jeff said, voice unsteady. "Love it when you're fucking my ass."
Chad arched, breath hissing out. "Fuck, Jeff."
"Yeah, that's it, sweetheart. Fuck your hand for me. Wish it was my mouth. Wish I could taste you when you come."
Choking back a whimper, Chad gripped tighter, jerked harder. He wanted to drag it out, linger over the rasp of Jeff's voice. He could hear the slick drag of Jeff's hand over his own cock, little wet noises, making his own hand sped up. Chad gasped out, "God- 'm gonna-"
A low hitching noise answered Chad, Jeff's voice broke on a low, raspy moan, and Chad followed helplessly, arching into his hand.
Ragged breathing filled the line before Jeff chuckled softly. "Damn. I don't know if I'm going to survive getting together."
Chad grinned. "Yeah. You will, old man. See you soon."
Pairing: JDM/CMM
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Sadly.
A/N: For the
rps_advent prompt "Phone Sex." This is also part of my JDM/CMM universe, previous parts can be found here.His cellphone had buzzed about a missed call around lunchtime, but it was nearly ten at night by the time Chad managed to pick it up. Shooting had gone overtime, with his and Tricia’s carefully choreographed fight scene requiring multiple takes to please Ron’s exacting standards. In the end, Chad had to admit that it had worked.
By the last take they were both exhausted, running on waning adrenaline and coffee, and it had come through. The fight would look brutal, and violent, and like it had taken its toll on both combatants.
Chad waited until he was back home, the dogs fed and walked before he flopped onto the sofa to return the call. It didn’t occur to him until he heard Jeff’s voice all scratchy and sleepy on the other end that Jeff was back in New York, and if it was eleven in Vancouver, it was two a.m. on the East Coast.
“Hello?”
“Christ, I’m sorry, Jeff. I just remembered you were in New York this week. Go back to sleep, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Hey,” Jeff purred. “Nah, it’s okay. I’ve got call time at four. They want to do a sunrise shot. My alarm was set in forty minutes anyway, and I’d much rather talk to you.”
Chad ducked his head, feeling his cheeks flame. “Oh. So, how’s New York?”
“Fucking cold, but okay. I’ve got a view of Rockefeller Center from my window. It’s kinda pretty, all lit up for the holidays.”
“I can’t believe Christmas is only two weeks away,” Chad murmured. “I’ve only got two more days of filming, then I’m done until January tenth.”
“Ditto. Except I’ve got four days to go. Today’s sunrise crap, two days in the studio, then a half-day on Friday. It’ll be nice to have a little downtime before I have to jump back into three projects at once.”
“Mmm. You mean I might actually get to see you?”
“Sounds like a good plan to me,” Jeff purred.
“Me too.” Chad ran his hand over his short hair. “I miss you,” he admitted softly.
Jeff made a little noise. “I miss you, too, sweetheart.”
Chad closed his eyes for a moment, letting his head fall back against the couch cushion. In the week that he’d stayed after their first disastrous attempt at Chad bottoming, Jeff had been bucking for sainthood, as far as Chad could tell. Just when Chad had been planning to give it another go, he’d taken a crack on the head from a badly timed stumble, and ended up in the ER, getting skull x-rays. Jeff had held his hand, and kept him from having a panic attack.
Funny thing though. The mild concussion had pretty much ended any hope Chad had of getting laid before Jeff had to leave.
That had been two weeks ago. Two weeks of his right hand, and wishful thinking. Two weeks of fingering himself and getting jack-all out of it.
“God, I’m so fucking horny,” Chad admitted. “Can’t stop thinking about you.”
Jeff made a low, purring noise that went straight to Chad’s cock. Without thinking, Chad slid his hand under his waistband, sliding his fingertips along his length.
“You’d better not be doing what I think you are, boy,” Jeff mock-growled.
“What do you think I’m doing, boy,” Chad teased.
“I think you’re touching yourself,” Jeff purred. “Are you? Are you listening to me, and imagining me there with you?”
Chad shuddered. “Yeah,” he breathed. “That’s about what I’m doing.”
"Mm." Jeff's zipper rasped down. Chad heard the soft catch in Jeff's breathing before Jeff said, "Listen close, then."
Chad shifted, spreading his legs a little. "I'm listening."
"Good, sweetheart. Are you in the bedroom?"
"On the couch," Chad said.
"Got to the bedroom and lie down on the bed. Pants off," Jeff ordered.
Not quite sure why he was obeying, Chad heaved himself off the couch and wandered into the bedroom, letting his jeans slide off as he walked. "Okay," he finally muttered. "Now what?"
"Now you close your eyes, and touch yourself. And just listen to my voice."
Chad squirmed a little, but laid back. "Okay," he said.
"Mmm. You know what I miss most about you?" Jeff asked, keeping his voice low and soft. "I miss being able to touch you, to run my fingers down your body. I miss tasting you."
Chad shuddered, fingers tightening around his cock, thumb teasing a circle around the head. "I miss that, too. Miss getting to taste you, to suck you down and feel you fucking my mouth."
Jeff made a low noise in his throat, something close to a growl. "God, yeah. You've got such a great mouth, sweetheart."
"You just nearly came, didn't you," Chad murmured. "You like the thought of me on my knees in front of you."
"Almost as much as you like me on my stomach," Jeff said, voice unsteady. "Love it when you're fucking my ass."
Chad arched, breath hissing out. "Fuck, Jeff."
"Yeah, that's it, sweetheart. Fuck your hand for me. Wish it was my mouth. Wish I could taste you when you come."
Choking back a whimper, Chad gripped tighter, jerked harder. He wanted to drag it out, linger over the rasp of Jeff's voice. He could hear the slick drag of Jeff's hand over his own cock, little wet noises, making his own hand sped up. Chad gasped out, "God- 'm gonna-"
A low hitching noise answered Chad, Jeff's voice broke on a low, raspy moan, and Chad followed helplessly, arching into his hand.
Ragged breathing filled the line before Jeff chuckled softly. "Damn. I don't know if I'm going to survive getting together."
Chad grinned. "Yeah. You will, old man. See you soon."
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Date: 2006-12-07 02:17 am (UTC)You're entirely responsible for me looking at him as a slightly foolish puppy with delusions of grandeur, instead of a braindead douchebag.
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Date: 2006-12-07 02:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-07 02:21 am (UTC)Just when Chad had been planning to give it another go, he’d taken a crack on the head from a badly timed stumble, and ended up in the ER, getting skull x-rays. Jeff had held his hand, and kept him from having a panic attack.
You fastforward past THAT? *blinks*
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Date: 2006-12-07 02:34 am (UTC)That's just an absurdly hot line. And so very Chad.
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Date: 2006-12-07 04:02 am (UTC)Oh man. SO SEXY! I can't even handle how hot they are together. Brilliant as always!
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Date: 2006-12-07 04:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-07 05:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-07 07:54 am (UTC)And, hey, virtually no angst and absolutely no Chad making things difficult in this chapter. I'm looking forward to seeing if this trend continues (I'll be happy either way). *g*
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Date: 2006-12-07 08:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-07 09:35 am (UTC)Just the thought of JDM's voice is enough to drive me crazy....but imagining the phone sex? *sighs* Luck, lucky Chad...and luck, lucky us for being able to read this. ;)
~C~
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Date: 2006-12-07 12:44 pm (UTC)Chad can't f-up that up, at least! LOL
thank you (and I hope you're okay? better?)
Hugs!
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Date: 2006-12-07 02:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-07 05:45 pm (UTC)I'm not sure all us fans will survive it.
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Date: 2006-12-07 05:55 pm (UTC)Amazingly hot. I'm also quite fond of Chad's issues. *g*
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Date: 2006-12-07 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-07 10:04 pm (UTC)ok, I have fallen to the dark side and its all your fault.
IhaveathingformayhemnowandIblameyouandOneTreeHillsepisodelastnight.
ok got that out
oh and that last line... guh laden with slashy promise and I love it
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Date: 2006-12-07 10:38 pm (UTC)No wonder!!! Chad, Jeff, phone sex - PERFECT!!!!
Moreeeeee, plizzzzzzzz! Begging ya! U're dong it sooo right!
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Date: 2006-12-07 11:15 pm (UTC)I love Jeff. I just watched Denny on TV (finally on in the UK, although I'd seen it online) and he's just wonderful. Unfortunately I was imagining all sorts of inappropriate things while watching him and Katie Heigel, which had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with Chad and Jensen and Jared. I am so utterly corrupted, and I love it.
More please. Soon. Thank you. *grins madly*
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Date: 2006-12-08 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-08 04:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-09 01:40 am (UTC)after their first disastrous attempt at Chad bottoming
and had to go back to the beginning and read every single fic in the series first. You have me hooked. :-)
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Date: 2006-12-09 02:34 pm (UTC)I am such a sucker for dirty talk, every single time!
Chad and Jeff? I like it!
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Date: 2006-12-19 05:04 pm (UTC)May I just say I officially love you? These two are my new OTP. Putting them together was utterly brilliant. More please? Now?
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Date: 2007-02-24 06:56 pm (UTC)My favourite part, I think would have to be (other than this, just because of the phone sex, because, hello, hot) A Gift Promised, because drugged out Jared is awesome.
Now I'm in love with Jeff/Chad.
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Date: 2007-04-11 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-21 12:21 am (UTC)why, god why. CMM??
i didn't want to ever like him this much. please say there is more soon?!
i'm ordering you to quit life and focus on writing me more fic.