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Fic: The Script *RPS*
This is a real person slash fic - stay away if you don't like it.
Course it's all just imagination and my sick brain and never happened anything like this, you know the drill.
The Script
Pairing: DB/JM
Rating: NC-17
Season: post 5 AtS
Length: part 1/1, ~4,500 words
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The Script
by Druffine
James strides into the bar, spotting his target immediately, the dark haired man sitting in the booth in the corner. Now he’s there he doesn’t know how to approach David. It sounded so easy when he talked it over with Joss. When they had that conversation a couple of weeks ago, James was sure he could do what Joss asked of him, now he’s not so certain about it. He sits down at the bar, carefully hiding himself behind a column so he won’t be spotted by David before he’s ready. Just a beer or two and he’ll have enough courage to go over there and talk to him, or so he tells himself as he orders a bottle.
The third bottle comes accompanied by the second double Tequila. He drinks fast, afraid David will leave soon and he won't get the chance to talk to him at all. Fuck it. He asks the bartender for the whole bottle Tequila and the boy gives it to him, holding out a plate with lemon slices and salt too. James takes both items, orders another couple of beers to be brought over to the table where David sits, and slowly makes his way over there.
David doesn't look up when James stops in front of the table, wondering if he should ask some cheesy line about a seat still being free.
“Took you long enough,” David says, still staring down on the beer bottle he swirls the little liquid around in, with one hand.
James nearly chokes as the declaration hits him. David knew that he was here? And he hadn’t left before James came over? Hadn’t tried to get away? Hadn’t tried to avoid this conversation?
James sits down on the bench that was at a right angle to David’s, shoving the plate and tequila on the table with a screeching noise.
“Joss sent me,“ James says after a long moment.
“Cigarette?” David flips the open pack to James, ignoring what James said.
Temptation. Always temptation which gets him in trouble.
“Thanks,” James says, reaching for one of the sticks and pulls it out with a smoker’s grip you never forget, regardless of how long ago you’d stopped smoking. The corner of David’s mouth quirks upwards a tiny bit before returning to the thin line of determined lack of expression.
The waiter comes over to the table, setting down the beer and two shot glasses. Without further ado he disappears and David grabs the tequila bottle, filling up the glasses to the rim.
James doesn't comment. He savours the feeling of a long missed cigarette butt between his lips before reaching for David’s lighter and flicking it on. The first deep drag on the cigarette nearly makes James cough but he suppresses it, swallowing repeatedly against the burning smoke.
Out of the corner of his eye, James watches as David’s rosy tongue flickers out to wet a patch of skin on the back of his hand for the salt to stick to before grabbing a piece of lemon and the tequila glass with the other hand.
James prefers to slide the lemon slice over his skin for wetness, sprinkling on salt, then grabbing the glass with the hand that still holds the cigarette.
Without words, or looking at each other, they lick the salt, gulp down their shots, and suck at the lemon slices afterwards.
David refills the glasses immediately and James doesn't object. Getting drunk is one of those things he never minds and as for the hangover? Well, jobless as he is, there’s no need to get up before he’s slept it off. However long that takes.
After their fourth shot in quick succession, James tries again. “Joss wants me to talk you into making the Angel movie.”
“Cigarette?“ David says again, flipping the pack at James. James takes another and lights it, taking one, two deep drags of it, already used to the sensation of smoke being forced down his throat into his lungs again.
They continue drinking and smoking silently. Both watching the other but pretending not to notice.
“I just can’t.” David’s voice is strained.
James smiles for the first time that evening, damn, that week even. Not much fun with Joss calling him all the time, bribing and threatening him into talking David round.
“Wife’s against it, huh?” James says, now transfixed on long fingers that slide around a puddle of liquid, beer or maybe tequila, circling closer, then dipping into it, rubbing it into the surface of the wooden table. James swallows, drags hard on the cigarette.
“Haven’t told her yet.” David says and fumbles with his own cigarette, lighting it.
“So?” James waits patiently.
“The new script is too…” David trails off, biting his lip.
“Unconventional?” supplies James.
“Tempting.” David looks up and their eyes meet for the first time since Joss presented the new script to them. Blue irises widen and then fade to a darker shade.
“Tempting?“ James whispers, disbelief and want making his voice hoarse.
David just holds his gaze, golden-brown eyes glistening in the sparely lit bar and James finds himself mesmerized by the heat, the curiosity there.
“I’ve never… with a g-guy. Never thought about it…“ David takes a deep breath, steeling himself.” but now it’s all I can think about.” He grabs the bottle and gulps down the last of the tequila directly out of the bottle, waving over to the waiter to bring a new one.
James is frozen in place. What the hell?
The waiter comes and before he hands over the bottle he wants payment. David throws a fifty at him, disgusted.
After five more shots James has calmed down from the first shock of David’s admission. In addition he is slightly dizzy. He leans over to David with a meaningful face and whispers in his ear.
“I’ll offer you a deal. You can ask anything you want tonight, I’ll answer all of your questions, and everything we talk about tonight stays between us.” He leans back and takes another cigarette, giving David time to think about the offer.
“Everything?“ The darker haired man murmurs and doesn’t look up.
“Everything. Every little thing that comes in your mind.” James replies sincerely and waits for the first question.
Two shots later, David looks up.
“That blond girl on the set, when we recorded Smile Time… How old was she?“
James laughs, short and relieved. That’s not one of those questions he is waiting for.
“Said she was eighteen.”
David cocks his head, clearly wanting more than that. James sighs, then smirks.
“Think she was 15, maybe 16. She was a virgin too.“ Emphasis on was.
David’s cock gives a twitch. He’d never had a virgin, only when he lost his own virginity but that doesn’t count. Never had such a young girl either, never wanted to. No, he's not some kind of child molester.
“Why?“
“Why isn’t she a virgin anymore? Or why do I take them up on their offer?“ James smirks very Spike-like. He likes toying with his prey, likes to live Spike – not just to act him.
David just looks at him, not saying anything to encourage this game.
“You’re special for them, you know. The older ones, they’re just… star fuckers, collecting one-night-stands with famous people to brag about. The younger ones just love you, adore you and the look on their faces when you’re inside them. So fucking tight.” David stares at James who is clearly reliving the memories. The older man shifts his hips on his seat and Dave knows this makes James hard, makes his cock come alive and leak. And that makes him hard.
“Most fun is the seduction. They’re so young, don’t know what they want, what they’ll do and then you worship them, tell them they’re special, unique. You never know how far it’ll go. Some freak when you slide your hand down their panties, or when you press against them, show them a real man’s desire. Most of them just take what you give them, and then… when you slide inside them all gentle like and slowly, staring in their eyes or face while you do…” James reaches down under the table to adjust himself. Fuck, this is making him horny. Way too long since he’s gotten laid. “They’ll always remember you regardless of how many fucks follow in their lives. You were there first.“ James downs another shot and tries to figure out what Dave thinks of him now. He’s being real fucking quiet.
“It’s all about power, isn’t it? All about not fading away,” Dave says at last, understanding it and wanting it and feeling disgusted with himself.
James keeps quiet. Of course Dave is right. Doesn’t matter though. It’s still fun and he won’t ever stop it, it’s too much of an addiction now after all the years with Buffy and Angel and the young fan girls worshipping him. He needs it, needs the reassurance he gets from it.
„And what about the m-m-male fans. Same with them?”
‘Now we’re on topic,’ James thinks, inwardly laughing. David is too easy to see through.
“I don’t fuck boys.“ That earns him a choking sound from David.
“What?”
“I don’t fuck little boys,“ James repeats. “I prefer more... experienced partners for that side of my sex life.”
David cringes inwardly. Sex life? Where do you get that and why don’t I have one? Anymore, he mentally adds after a second. It’s not fair to think this way of Jaime. The birth was painful and he understands that she is still not totally comfortable with having sex again. Even after two years. He understands. It’s no big deal. Really.
James watches the emotions flicker over David’s face with a light grin. This’ll be fun after all. He waits for the next question. No way will he spare David the embarrassment of asking.
David takes a deep breath. He hates this, hates that Joss wants them to do this. He’s not homophobic. Everybody should do what they want and he doesn’t want to do boys. Just doesn’t. Not on screen, nor off it. He’s not gay and he doesn’t want to seem so. But he doesn’t want to seem homophobic either.
“So you are comfortable with the new script?!“ he nearly yells suddenly. What does James think of him? Homophobic fag? He shakes his head and feels like he’s going crazy. He really is going crazy with all those pictures and questions and new revelations in his brain.
“It’s not bad. It’s what the fans want. It’s what Joss wants. And we would write TV history.“ James shrugs. He doesn’t mind at all. Nope. Just for the fun of seeing David squirm half-naked in bed beside him.
“We have to kiss!“ David says and looks at James expectantly, waiting for a flicker of disgust, of rejection.
“So?“ James says, sliding his tongue out and licking slowly over his lips. David’s gaze is locked on it. He stares so intently that he thinks he can feel that tongue on his own lips. He tears himself back to reality.
“But…“ Dave protests, without arguments to hide behind. His mind is blank and James plays him - completely, shifts his hips again and then lunges forward, fixing David in place with a hand on his crotch, another at the back of his neck, tugging his hair almost painfully. “What are you afraid of?” James whispers in his ear with that voice that can turn steel to velvet. “Afraid that it’ll make you hard when you hump me? Show-fuck me for the camera and wish you could do it for real? Afraid that you’d enjoy having me under you, my legs spread and moaning for your cock to fill me?“
Dave whimpers, not able to form any thoughts with these pictures James produces flooding his mind.
“You don’t need to be afraid, Dave. You’re already hard, aren’t you?” A squeeze to his rapidly growing shaft. A suppressed moan. “Hard from the thought of it alone, of my tight ass and how it would feel to sink into my hole for real. Just imagine burying your cock, balls deep, inside of me. That makes you hard, Dave, doesn’t it? Makes you ready to go and leaking, right?“ James rubs his cock in a rhythm now, rubs it slowly but firmly and it feels good, feels too good and there’s no way he can move.
“Are you afraid you’ll never want a cunt again? Well, yeah, that’s what you should be really afraid of. There is no way back, Dave, once you’ve had a man’s ass. No way you won’t want it again. Because it’s just so fucking good. Best thing you’ll ever experience, I can tell you.“
David is near to coming inside his pants like a schoolboy. James is right, with every seductive and humiliating word he says. Yeah, this is what David fears and desperately wants to avoid.
His cock twitches again under the sensual rubbing of James’ slim hand over his engorged member. He looks down and thinks, hell yes, it could have been a girls hand down there and everything would be right but it isn’t.
There’s no way he can pretend it’s a woman handling him like this. James knows how to press and pull and rub him just right as only a guy could. Hearing himself moaning from the torturous pleasure James -- fuck, *James* -- is inflicting on his cock, rips him from his erotic haze. God, what is he doing? Why is he letting James do… this? This isn’t right. He can’t allow this to happen, just can’t.
He shoots to his feet, knocking the half-full beer bottles over so the contents spill over the table and run right into James’ lap. For a moment he’s mesmerized as the liquid wets James’ jeans and emphases his hard cock. Fuck. No. He has to go. Has to get away from this.
James registers the beer running down onto his body and he jumps up, muttering curses under his breath, frantically trying to dry the beer off with the hem of his shirt which is now untucked from the waistband of the rapidly staining jeans.
David takes his chances and just runs. Out of the club and into the night, away from those knowing blue eyes, grateful that he’d already paid for the drinks and isn’t being chased by an angry waiter. He isn’t, is he? He turns around, just to be on the safe side and sees James as he walks fast out of the club, clearly looking for him. Fuck. David redoubles his pace and doesn’t look back anymore.
He can’t say why he suddenly finds himself in a dark alley in front of a whore, who counts the money he carelessly pulls out of his pocket and gives to her. Seconds later she smiles and tells him that it’s not enough for a room upstairs, holding her hand out for more.
David smirks and takes the hand instead, pulling and shoving at her until she’s bent over, hands on the wall, her dress pushed up around her hips. She’s a hooker - there’s no underwear to get in the way. He’s so impatient, opens the buttons and lets his jeans and boxers slide to the ground, barely managing to pull the condom that she hands him over his hard shaft before he just thrusts into her with one move, clearly not meant for her pleasure. Could be she moaned or groaned, he doesn’t know, doesn’t care, just needs to get off and hopes the insanity will pool right out of his cock with his cum.
He attempts to concentrates on her quim around him, pulsing and fluttering as she tries to work overused muscles to get him off faster. Sissy, can’t take a good hard fuck then, can she. He hates that with girls, having to be patient, to wait and caress when all he wants is to bury himself inside another body for pleasure. His own pleasure comes first but he’ll make it up to her after that, he always does, likes to lick his own cum out of her. Just he doesn’t get to do that anymore, hasn’t done for two non-fucking years since the baby, and with the others he always errs on the safe side, his cum bagged away nicely in a condom -- not appealing at all.
He is distracted again by her voice now, asking, no begging, him to come just to make it end but how can he if she keeps jabbing at him her insolent ‘baby’s’ and ‘give it to me’s’?
He grunts in frustration and keeps pumping his hips, closing his eyes but yikes, that’s a bad idea, coz James is there in his head, looking at him with eyes as deep blue as the ocean on midnight. His eyes shoot open. No way is he getting off while staring at that image in his mind.
“Need some help, Dave?“ Suddenly there are strong hands on his hips and a firm body against his. A hard naked shaft pushes into the cleft of his ass and he can feel the cool metal of a zip against his ass cheeks.
He squeals or moans before the shock sets in and then he’s too breathless and scared shitless to make any sound at all. He wants to get away from the danger behind him and jerks forward, forcing his cock inside the whore’s quim up to the hilt. She whimpers in pain. James snorts in awed surprise but masks it with biting sarcasm. “You must be big if you can hurt that slut.“
David doesn’t comment, thinks frantically how to get away and not come coz he’s so close to the edge and if he pulls out he’ll press against James’ cock and that… fuck, James is already there, grinding hard flesh into his ass crack. He can feel the precome leaking on his skin.
“Come on, fuck her.“ James whispers in his ear and nips his earlobe with his teeth. His voice is full of promise, heavy with lust and need and the offer is there to do anything which David has ever fantasized about. No matter how dirty, how perverted it may be.
And David has quite some naughty ideas. Two years of jerking off and occasional vanilla sex with fans or whores gives you ideas, makes you need just a little more twist in your mind to actually come with a shudder. Not just come.
When David doesn’t move, James snorts again, mocking the other man. “I’ll just give you some pointers then, shall I?” And with that, James fastens his grip on David hips and pulls him back a little, grinding hard against that naked ass of his colleague then pushing him forwards into the whore again. He gets a steady rhythm going and as much as David wants to resist, sensory overload is getting to him. He decides that no reaction is a good reaction, is as good as if he had managed to get away. He doesn’t want this, never did and he won’t enjoy it, just won’t.
James is rubbing his dribbling cock along his ass crack, enjoying the sensation of flesh against flesh and doesn’t even attempt to penetrate, knows that would freak David out entirely and he still needs him to agree to Joss’s script and the movie. James really does need the money unlike David who could afford to turn down the offer for a last Angel movie, who isn’t depending on a fucking teenager series where a 240+ years old vampire fucks an under aged girl and loses his soul over it and goes to hell.
Irony can be funny sometimes.
David is trembling under James' grip and moments later confused when James withdraws a bit. Not long now, the blond thinks grinning. After all men aren’t known for following their cocks for nothing.
Losing some of the pressure on his ass, David feels strange now that James isn’t pushing up against him. He had decided just to go with it, just give in and let James push him into the whore’s pussy until he came then he could walk away. Looks like that plan’s not gonna work out, not really, but he is sure he won’t leave before he gets off.
“Forgotten how to fuck?“ James whispers and David grunts “No.” He’s surprised he can actually manage that. Closing his eyes, he concentrates on just the pussy around his cock and starts to thrust as little as he can, not wanting to bump backwards into James more than he already is, with the blond clinging to his back.
“Yeah, that’s it Dave. Keep going,” James moans, letting his forehead drop between David’s shoulder blades, staring down at his cock and the way David rubs up against it with every pull out of the whore.
"Fuck, that's so pretty. Such a pretty ass, you have, Dave." James murmurs and David shudders. This is not getting to David, no way. He is only getting angry, angrier every minute that he can't just come right now and fucking run away from this and James. James, whose knowing eyes and smooth voice surrounds him and whose fingers clench on his hipbones, grabbing him so hard as if… as if he wants this, wants him.
It's not that James had planned this. Wouldn't have even dreamed of it. Well, maybe he’s dreamt about it once or twice, even at night, but he never thought it would happen. Not like this. Not with a filthy whore around Dave's cock instead of... himself - oh - not that much difference if you think about it closely.
Dave’s getting desperate, frustrated, angry; these mini-thrusts won't do anything but rub him sore. His cock tells him to just take all stimuli he can get and in the end he has to agree with that, maybe it's from the blood loss in his brain. So he pulls out, grinding against James' cock which doesn't feel that bad, and thrusts back in hard. He hesitates until, "Again?" is whispered hoarsely in his ear and fuck, maybe it's not just him who’s so... affected by this… encounter.
Thoughts spiral together soon as do their thrusts and moans while he fucks himself into that whore's cunt and back against James' cock. The whore is silent but that is good 'cause he can hear James a bit better and the suppressed moans and the gasping breaths he takes are like his own personal applause for overcoming his own inhibitions. Feels fucking great.
James bites his lip. Who thought David would just give in. Glad he has though, his balls fucking hurt from being on the brink of climax for so long.
James wants to see his face, wants to see him when he comes. Fuck, he has to keep this real. After this evening, he’ll be lucky if he’s allowed to be at the same convention as David. Sorry, Joss, really didn't see it going this way. There’s an evil glint in his eyes and then his hand glides up David's back and tangles in his dark hair. It's not just for the show, Dave really is that obsessive about it. Surprisingly, though he just whimpers now and fucks harder.
"You so need it, don't you?" James breathes the words against David's neck, where the muscles are standing out from the strain, and where the sweat makes him smell even sweeter. James pulls violently on David's hair and the taller man throws back his head and screams.
David cries out and comes and with every jerk of his hips, his ass cheeks clench around James' shaft. James groans and follows suit, shooting out white strings of jizm all over David's ass and waist.
The whore is gone just moments after David's climax and the condom slides off his shrinking dick, landing on the concrete with a wet sound. He collapses forward, forehead against the wall, forearms protecting his face from James' curious looks. His hands are tangled in his own hair, pulling painfully at it, preventing him from slipping into the best post-orgasmic haze since... well, forever.
The warm semen on his skin burns like fire and he wonders if Jaime might be able to look at him and tell what he did. Probably. Not that she ever actually looks these days.
David's back is arched, legs still naked and spread with the jeans and boxers at his feet and James stands behind him, stares in awe at his own spunk that glistens in the faint light of the streetlight.
Fuck, he came all over the star of the show, he’s taken advantage of Dave's fear and trust and fucking frotted himself off on David's ass.
He'd do it again in a heartbeat.
James dips his finger hesitantly in his own spunk as if he can't believe it's there on David's skin. He starts painting little circles that get bigger but never lose the gentleness of a caress. Soon his thumb is sliding down the cleft between tightly clenched ass cheeks, testing waiting for a reaction, any reaction.
However, David is completely still. Every muscle in his body is coiled up and ready for flight. A flight he can't bring himself to go through with. He can't say he’s enjoying what James is doing – far from it – but it's not a completely off-putting feeling either. He can't relax into it though because that would be just plain wrong. He doesn’t want this, is doing this against his will, he tells himself.
"Wanna move this somewhere more comfortable?" James asks and pushes a bit against the resistance of Dave's hole, making his plans clear.
"WHAT? NO!" David squeaks and pulls away, diving down under James arm and out of touching distance of the blond, whilst struggling to get his trousers on - only grimacing a bit when it squashes James' cum to his ass.
James shrugs, slowly does up his jeans, buying time, wishing he still had access to David's cigarettes and wondering why David waits, why he still stares and doesn't simply leave him back there in a ratty alley with the whores.
He's got nothing to lose, really, but a lot to gain, maybe. He just has to risk it.
"So, about the script?"
end.
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You don't really believe we're going to let you get away with not writing any more JM RPS, do you? Not after that! More, more, more!!!
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Thanks so much! - that's how I wanted it to be. *blushes*
More, more, more!!!
Not so sure about that.. maybe.