Fic: Down the Wire

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Title: Down the Wire
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."