*choose your poison*
|Dom/Lij, Dom/Viggo |
Orlando/Viggo | Orlando/Vogue Model |Josh/Elijah |Josh/Orli |
Anthony Rapp/Adam Pascal - *RENT RPS drabble*
::Dom/Lij, Dom/Viggo::
Brief Interruptus
Flash of cameras, slight rise in conversation, and Dom reluctantly pulls back from the pliant warmth that is Viggo's tongue. He wonders where Elijah is; locates him in a far corner, a smirk touching his lips. Searches his face for something else, half disappointed when he doesn't find it.
Looks back to where Viggo is talking with reporters, watches as Viggo glances from the corner of his eye, a very different smirk touching his lips, one meant to remind.
Elijah doesn't know about that day, long before them, snow falling outside whilst his legs wrapped around Viggo's thighs, pulling him deeper. Knows not of the biting kisses or raspy moans.
Back to the here and now, he focuses on Elijah, bright smile and radiant eyes draw him in and it's too late to expect jealousy. Walking towards Elijah, he realizes he's glad for that, and leaves Viggo and the memory in his wake.
[end]
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::Dom/Lij::
Made of Stars
"We are all made of stars
Dom stretches his arms and sits up.
"What're you doin'?"
Strokes his fingertips against Lij's skull, soft fuzz under his touch, often still expecting silken locks.
"..your foot."
"Hmm?"
"Said I'm drawing on your foot."
Dom grins. "Been watching The Pillow Book again?"
Bite against his ankle. "You're one to talk."
"Much as I love the view of your arse, could you get up here? Tickles."
"Okay. Done."
Pulls him up, ridding that smug smile with a deep kiss, guides that mouth down to his cock.
Later, he admires the small stars and thinks perhaps he'll do the interview barefoot.
[end]
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Possession
It's stored away beneath his bed. At night, he longs to call for it; a breathless hiss of 'preciousss.'
It's all his. Peter gave it to him. Presented it, no less. Because he's special. He's Frodo. Sometimes, he unlocks the box and draws it into his palm; can almost feel the power emanating off it's golden surface. He feels alive, brave, beautiful. He dreams of it at night; amber glowing, darkness descending, his fingers aching for it's feel. When he wakes up, he earns for possession. So he sets out to take anything, everything. Because he's the one.
He's Frodo.
[end]
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::Orlando/Viggo::
Orbit
The minute Viggo finishes fucking him Orlando is lighting up a cigarette, whilst Viggo has thrown on sweat pants and begun working on a painting.
An uncomfortable silence fills the air; thick as the smoke he's exhaling.
* * * *
Viggo pushes against the door to make-up, tongue probing his mouth in search of answers. Orlando moans and arches. When satisfied, he pulls back and breathes, "8pm. My place."
* * * * *
They talk for nearly an hour before making it to the bedroom. Orlando can feel a change in atmosphere. This time when Viggo fucks him it's slow and long and neither move afterward.
[end]
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Sometimes, Always.
"Because I'm an idiot. And he's an idiot. And he's amazing."
Later, after the midnight swim, after you've washed the scent of the river water off your body, he'll knock on your door and you'll let him in. He'll focus his gaze to the droplets of water remnant on your chest and grow seemingly lost in them. You won't pretend to wonder what he's doing there. You'll feel uneasy about letting him fuck you with his son right down the hall, but then he'll fall against you and you'll kiss like you've never been apart. It'll feel familiar and foreign all at once. He'll tug on the strands of your hair while you paint silent phrases on his chest with your tongue.
He'll plant kisses along your jaw, then kiss you with a passion unlike anyone else, tongues curling and teeth biting. He'll press himself against your back and lock his leg around your thigh, while he fucks you long and slow. He'll leave you gasping, breathless, and sweaty.
Afterwards, he'll stay, but will leave before sunrise. You'll pretend you didn't whisper anything against his chest before drifting off, and will feign sleep when he kisses you, uttering whispered phrases of his own before leaving. You'll think it's less painful that way.
Months later, you'll agree to an interview for a magazine article about him. You'll mention that night; the walk with his son, the moonlight, and the way you followed him across the river. You'll call him amazing and won't mention what happened next.
You'll laugh lightly, flash your charmer smile, and remark how you sound in love with him. You'll convince yourself the interviewer was fooled enough, and go home.
When the article comes out, you won't read it.
[end]
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Playground
He pushes me against the door to his hotel room.
"Did you fuck him?"
Mouth savagely on mine, sharp teeth tearing at my skin.
Time to play. "And who would that be?"
Rips my jacket off, roughly yet with underlying gentleness. It's a damn nice suit, after all. His hot tongue slides up my face, teeth worrying at my ear. "Did you?"
Pushes his body hard against me. Flash; sharp, white heat. "Fuck, yes."
"Think of me?"
"yes.."
"You want that, wanna be inside me?" Palm of his hand, grinding against my dick; me, pushing into it like a wanton slut.
"Vig ... come on."
Latches onto my mouth, possessing it, pushing us toward the bed and undressing at a pace that's not nearly fast enough.
Naked now. Feverish skin, rubbing up against me. Hands grappling, mouths straining.
"I'm gonna fuck you. Did he fuck you?" Hands lifting my legs. Fingers inside me. Been so long, so fucking long.
"No. No, no."
Soft kiss, lips melting against mine. Begins fucking me, and I reach for him everywhere, needing more. He's inside me yet not nearly close enough. Fucks me hard, whispers my name, does me till I can't breathe, much less think.
Wraps around me like a blanket afterward, pressing soft kisses into my hair, rubbing his harsh beard against my cheek. They'll be marks tomorrow but I don't care.
"I missed this," I hear him murmur, and smile against his neck.
[end]
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Craving
Orlando fucks him in against the trailer door, fingers exploring, flesh burning, slapping together in an urgent rush of need and impatience. He wants him all the time, every second. Viggo's used to these frantic couplings, the heated look in Orlando's eye before motioning them to leave. The one that says, 'You're mine and no one else's' Moaning, he pushes and back, awaiting the words; knows they'll arrive in a whispered gasp. "Mine. Mine." He arches back, exposing his lips to consumption, and is devoured within seconds. He comes, gasping in Orlando's hand, the words still ringing in his ears.
[end]
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Method
He sits against a tree, observing the crew hustle around him. He's Aragorn at the moment. Surveying his men; always the watcher. Legolas bounds up, jumps in his lap.
"Viggo." Calls a name. Something very familiar.
Legolas leans close, touches, breaks the spell.
Orlando.
"Hey, get your lazy arse up." Eyes gleaming with affection. He stares, as if seeing him for the first time. Wishes he could stay right here, never become Aragorn again. Because Aragorn has the weight of the world on his shoulders. And doesn't belong to Orlando. He's pulled up, and they walk lazily to the set.
[end]
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Photograph
He arrives alone, late; spots Viggo photographing himself with Karl, Dom and Lij being interviewed, Sean laughing with Christine; all he sees is pairs, one shining brightest. He envies the ease between Viggo and Karl; suddenly wishes he'd had more to drink. Viggo moves and he seizes the chance, bounding over, turning him, touching their foreheads together as his name escapes Vig's lips on a whisper; like sheets scrapping across a mattress. Smiling, eyes locked in memories, he lets the mask fade, lets Vig catch a glimpse of his pain. Picture taken, he leaves; fully aware of his soon-to-be replacement.
[end]
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::Orlando/Vogue Model::
Anglo Cowboy
On their 4th beer he says, "Wanna get out of here?"
*
It was a long shoot, complete with elephants, horses, and Italian models brought in for effect. One certainly had an affect on Orlando.
*
Long gazes throughout; his head almost touching the boy's leg; hand on his neck when they called 'wrap'; walking to the trailers with charged energy between them; emerging to find him there, realizing he didn't even know his name.
Which promptly led to introductions and 'go for a drink?'
*
On their 4th beer, mouths close, leg between his thighs, he says, "Wanna get out of here?"
[end]
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::Josh/Elijah::
Rapture
rapture. n. to be transported by a lofty expierence; esctasy.
* * *
[end]
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Not Pity
based on this picture:
* * * *
They kissed for the Tommy ad and that, he can understand. Cuddling on the set, however...
She's leaning against him and he has to fight not to pry her off. He wants to be there, to feel Josh's chest against his back, hands around his waist. Their eyes are on him, questioning. Josh's gaze is soft, understanding, perhaps pitiful. Josh whispers something and she smirks, gets up.
"He says stop being an idiot and get over there." A wink and she's gone. Josh smiles and it's not pity. It's something else. A few steps closer and he's in his arms.
[end]
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based on this picture:
* * * *
He doesn't want her but it's apparent the photographers think they complement one another. She's in his arms, whispering how silly this is. He can't help but laugh; she doesn't go for the bullshit. The set is ablaze with bright reds and blues; his eyes wince sympathetically. He catches sight of Elijah, sitting alone, no one to hold. Playing the loner -- not a far stretch. Imagines Elijah in his arms, bruising his lips. Sliding large hands down to grasp his ass; disheveling this little boy. Holds her tighter because of it. She follows his gaze, understanding blossoming.
"I know."
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Yearning
Josh's tongue is in his mouth, his hands kneading the flesh of his ass, their bodies arching together, speaking without words. Josh has him pinned against the car door. Just like he was pinned 30 minutes ago in the bathroom of the movie theater. And three hours before that against the wall of his trailer. Josh tells him it's like Zeke in need of a fix, can't get enough. It makes his breath catch, someone wanting his inexperienced body so much. Makes him nod, let's his tongue to be swallowed, gives himself up to Josh's roaming hands and insatiable mouth.
[end]
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Tequila
He downs the shot, still choking back the bitter taste of lime, glancing at his companion. Josh looks gorgeous in the darkly lit club, his tight shirt clinging. Josh does a second, and Elijah can almost taste the sharp squirt of liquid and pulp as it enters Josh's mouth, lingers on the palate; can feel the burn as he swallows the liquor. Eyes locking, they shoot back another; Josh's gaze burn a hole in him. The bitterness lingers in his mouth throughout the evening. When he's kissed at Josh's door, their matching tastes mix and mingle, soften; create something sweet.
[end]
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Stream of Consciousness
Kiss me, he thinks.
They're sitting in Josh's car after dropping off Jordana and Clea, who'd decided to tag along, in front of the hotel. He couldn't say if the movie was good or not; he'd been too focused on the heat of Josh's thigh and pretending not to notice Clea's hand on Jordana's knee. If he were man enough he'd have done the same. He tries now; freezes in mid-air, attempts a not so smooth save, bringing his hand up to scratch his neck. So he sits, and hopes Josh has mind-reading skills.
Kiss me, he thinks.
Josh does.
[end]
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Observation
They're so transparent, you think, as you sit in the theater. Josh is just biding time, and Elijah's like a deer in headlights, with Josh's thigh so close and Clea's hand on your knee. You want to move it higher; if you were alone, she'd be fingering you by now. Maybe tagging along wasn't such a bright idea. Josh gives you a sly look as you leave. You give him ten minutes tops before he has Lij pressed up against the side of his car. You walk inside together. Clea's tongue is in your mouth before the elevator doors close.
[end]
Said Softly
Note: Based on a picture from the Faculty premiere that I can no longer find anywhere. Naturally that's where this takes place.
His arm is around Josh, the scent of cigarettes thick under his nose. They smile, a flash, and Jordana bounces off. His arm is still around Josh, and he has to remind himself to let go. But the memories flood back and it's the hardest thing ever.
Catch of his hand as he pulls away, and he's not being looked at, he's being looked *through.* His hand is squeezed and as Josh lets go, he murmurs, 'Let's go for a smoke after.'
Two hours later, the taste of cigarettes blend together as they kiss in the alleyway behind the theater.
[end]
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::Josh/Orli::
Lascivious
It's his size he notices first. So tall. Broad shoulders, toned chest, large hands. He can picture being backed against a wall, dark eyes looming above, just before lips crush down, tongue tracing the lines of his mouth, while a hand runs down his back, capturing his ass. His breath would hitch and his body would tremble. He'd lick and moan desperately; understand what a woman must feel like.
"Orli?"
"Hmm?"
"You with us?"
Filming. Josh standing before him. Dark eyes piercing. Orlando nods shakily, hoping he isn't as intuitive as he appears.
Josh winks before the Ridley yells 'action.'
[end]
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(Elijah, G)
(Vig/Orli, implied Karl/Vig)
Josh likes to take him from behind in slow, steady thrusts, his thick cock claiming. Sometimes Josh'll pull out, run his dick across his crack, teasing the hole and then shove in without warning. He likes to push at Elijah's back so he's flat on his stomach, hold him there while pounding in, Elijah's body vibrating with every thrust, palms digging into the bed sheets, mouth gasping for air. At times like these, he's detached, lost in each and every sensation. And all he can do is whisper Josh's name, and feel the answering rake of fingertips along his spine.
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http://www.fanhost.org/jhartnett/tommy/media/tommy04.jpg
(Jordana/Clea, implied Josh/Lij)
