[Fic] You Oughta Be In Pictures
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kittydesadeTitle: You Oughta Be In Pictures (Prologue)
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Chase
Word Count: 2,153
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content
Summary: Chase meets a guy and dabbles in a porn career.
A/N: I blame this entirely on the fact that I was talking about Chase while listening to The History of Pornography on theHitler and Sex History Channel
It started after he'd picked the other guy up in the bar, or maybe the other guy had picked him up, he wasn't sure. He wasn't even sure what the other guy's name was, Charles or Carl or something stupid like that. They'd been talking, and he'd invited the guy back to his apartment, never saying what either of them knew they both wanted. Or what Chuckles wanted. Chase was just curious, and kind of bored.
Chuckles had a hot mouth that kept wanting to kiss him, and Chase allowed it because the other guy's tongue in his mouth got him hard. The kiss was hard, too, fierce and brutal enthusiasm making up for what the guy lacked in skill. One hand reached around to grope his ass. One finger pressed at the seam on his jeans where he knew the guy wanted in.
Chase eventually pushed him away with a grin that was supposed to be sexual and inviting. "Hey, don't be in such a hurry."
"What, you want something…" Charlie looked down to where Chase's fingers had curled into his waistband and were starting to undo the button. "Oh, hey. I know…"
No, Chase thought. You don't know a damn thing. But I'll let you do it anyway.
He leaned his head back and ignored the other man's lips down his neck, teeth worrying like a dog's at the hem of his shirt. His jeans were opened quick, jockeys pushed down and he was a hell of a lot better, at least, at sucking cock than he had been at kissing. That was a relief. His fingers curled in the guy's hair, petting, then tightening into what had to be at least a slightly painful grip.
Tongue lapping up the droplets of pre-cum. Fingers digging into his hips, into his buttocks. Carl mouthed him, rolling him in rubber lips, licking hot and leaving flesh exposed to cold air. It took him awhile to get hard enough to get insistent. It felt good, yeah, but he was starting to get bored.
Charles's head bobbed in that ridiculous-looking rhythm when Chase forced his mouth down over his cock, told him to suck him off already in a voice that he made breathless for the occasion. He felt the squeeze and made himself watch as he came, as the other man made noises around his semen and shivering prick. Any caresses that came after were strictly obligatory and in the interest of not having the guy throw a temper tantrum and storm out.
They laughed, teased each other back and forth while Chase walked him back into the bedroom and had him strip off his jeans. Nothing underneath, which brought the comment that figures and something else afterwards that he didn't pay attention to. They were having a good time, right? Right. Chase got down to his knees with a loud crack that made Chuckles (what the hell was his name, anyway) look down in worry.
"You okay, man?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Chase grinned up at him, manic, depressing. "I used to be a dancer."
He'd heard someone give that excuse once, although out of the pool he had the rhythm of a flopping fish. The guy looked impressed, though. And didn't say anything more about it when Chase took his first penis into his mouth and played with it like it was candy.
If Connor (Connor, was it Connor?) was unimpressed by his lack of skill, he certainly didn't show it. All kinds of loud noises and thrusting hard enough to make Chase gag, not that he noticed. He came, and it choked. Wound up all over his mouth, and he had to lick his lips and smirk to get rid of it. Wasn't that bad. Wasn't that good either.
They got naked pretty quick after that. Chase was restless, pacing as he talked, a whiskey in one hand that he didn't remember pouring. Calvin (that was his name, went by Cal, a knot between his shoulders eased now that he could remember) stretched out on the bed and patted the blankets next to him, an invitation that Chase declined. They talked about things that were wholly meaningless. Where he'd grown up, where he'd went to school. The fact that his parents were dead.
"Hey, I'm sorry, man."
"It was a few years ago." Chase forced a pained smile. "I think I'll live."
I'll live. They won't.
He went and sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped between his knees, still talking. Cal's parents were on the other side of the country, Oregon. Cal's father had taken him out hunting when he was a kid. Cal's mother still expected grandchildren one day, but she was okay with a surrogate. Cal just hadn't found the right guy. Cal was uninterested in girls.
Chase was uninterested in everyone, but he still wanted to get laid tonight.
Cal laughed as though that had been a joke, and Chase laughed too, but it wasn't. He allowed himself to be pulled in close and kissed, one hand reaching between his legs to fondle his balls. Chase kept his hands on the other guy's shoulders. There were some things he just wasn't comfortable enough with yet.
Then it stopped because Cal had to go put on a condom, and Chase frowned.
"Why?"
"Company policy, man. Unless you want to wear it."
He guessed that was a polite way of asking if he wanted to fuck the other guy. Chase shook his head, but was still frowning. "Company policy?"
"Yeah. The company I work for tests once a month. HIV and stuff. Gotta wear a condom. Besides, don't you want to be safe?"
All kinds of stupid no-glove no-love slogans tittered through Chase's mind at that point. "You know, I couldn't really care less."
Cal stood, flash of a square in one hand, frowning too. "Man, if you're going to be picking up guys in bars…"
"You know what, just, forget it." Chase turned over, then pushed himself to his feet, heading out to the balcony. "If you're uncomfortable with…"
He heard bare feet on his carpet, the weight of the other man's footsteps enough warning to keep him from flinching when the hand came down on his shoulder and squeezed lightly. It was like they were lovers. One arm slipped around his waist, the tip of his smallest finger just brushing the top of his groin.
"Hey… It's okay. It's just a piece of plastic."
"Latex," Chase corrected absently.
"… you allergic?"
"Nah."
He could feel the puzzlement behind him. Also the hard-on. Pressing into him, so he pressed back, wondering if he could get Cal to fuck him this way. It worked, for a little while, until the other man laughed and let him go, stepping back.
"Nuh-uh. Nice try."
Yeah, it had been. Chase swallowed the sigh and went back to stretch out on the bed, glancing at him over his shoulder with a mock-frown. "You're lucky you're cute."
Calvin chuckled, unrolling the condom down over his erection and climbing on top of him. At first Chase thought he meant to fuck him right then, but the spooning up against his back was almost worse. Made him want to puke when he put his hand back over his stomach.
"You sure you're up to this?" Cal's fingers touched his prick, more soft than hard, now.
"Gimme a minute," Chase laughed it off. "I'm not that… "
He couldn't think of anything he wasn't that, so he broke it off for a gasp as fingers started to work over his balls, play along the folds of skin, rubbing lightly over his head. He closed his eyes and wondered what it would have been like if he'd done this for Caleb before he'd fucked him. Probably not any better. He hadn't meant to do it. Hadn't ambushed him with that in mind. It had just sort of happened.
"There you go. That's it."
Chase opened his eyes and looked down, startled to feel himself hard and ready in the other man's hand. He rolled over onto his stomach, as much to get away as anything, stopped when the hand came curling around his shoulder again.
"No… on your back. I want to see you."
Silence.
"Please?"
He rolled over and looked up at him. Kept his eyes open while Cal kissed him, slowly, and with open mouth and thirsty tongue. There was a minute or two of fumbling, one hand moving on the sheets because he could feel the bed move underneath them, and something that made a squelching sound.
He looked, but didn't see anything when Cal lifted his ankles onto his shoulders, kneeling down between his legs. If his eyes weren't looking glazed over, all the better. He thought about Caleb when he felt the first touch of slickness, jelly over latex over hard-on pressing against him. Thought of what it had felt like when he felt that ache that quickly became pain, that feeling of intrusion and pushing in with the need to push back.
"God, you're so tight…" Cal moaned like it was a good thing. Chase bit his lip and didn't say anything, just moaned like he meant it.
Maybe he shoulda made it easier on Caleb. Maybe if they'd done it in a real bed instead of up against a tree in the woods it would have been easier. Cal was all the way in now and filling him up in ways he couldn't have imagined what it felt like. Not the important ways. But, damn.
And then he started to move and every movement was a pulsing heat that drew little breaths out of him. Even if he didn't want to respond, this was pretty good. Not just the warmth and the tingling, but the way his legs were pushed up at an impossible angle, feet around the back of his neck. The way his hips were being held in place. The way he was the one being fucked, not Caleb, fucked good and proper and he panted with wanting it. Didn't even notice that it was easier now, just that he wanted it.
Up against the tree. Hard and fast. He hadn't ever thought of Caleb as sexy before that moment but there was just something about the way he was bleeding, broken. Something that turned him on. And something, now that he was thinking about it again (while whatshisname panted above him), that made his heart ache. The whole event, as he replayed it over and over again in his mind, every thrust inside him mirrored in the memory of every thrust he'd fucked Caleb with. Blurring together.
It wasn't love, but it was something close. It wasn't lust, because sure, Caleb was hot, so were the rest of them, so was he, so were the girls, that part didn't matter. They were all beautiful people. But it was the intimacy, it was being close and being a part of him that they could never get loose, being a part of him that couldn't be pried off or taken away. A little piece of Chase inside Caleb. A little piece of Caleb inside of him. A little memory that he could keep just for him. The way it had felt.
Remembering that pushed him over the edge. Into arching up, crying out as he came, spurting hot and fast over his stomach. He didn't know if Cal had come or not, didn't much care. Then he did, for a second, as Cal grunted encouragement and satisfaction and fucked him harder until he did climax. That just hurt.
And Cal seemed to know it, because he was apologetic afterwards, pulling out and wiping them both down while Chase lay there. Sore and exhausted. He rolled over just to get away from the guy's fussing, wasn't sure how he took it but he heard the door click shut behind the guy as he left. Realized Cal had tucked him in, too. Stupid bastard.
Chase fell asleep with tears down his face, dreaming of the woods, and a car wreck, and wide eyes staring helplessly up at him while he fucked his best friend with a prick that was cold as ice and twice as sharp, cutting both of them till they bled all over the ground. He woke up before dawn, hands cupping himself feverishly. Sweat, not blood. All bound up in sex, too much sex lately. Too much sex. Too much thinking.
He got up to take a couple of pills and go back to a dreamless sleep. Stopped by the bedside table on his way back to bed. Cal had left his card, with 'call me' scribbled next to the phone number. Less interesting than the phone number was his place of business. A film studio.
Chase smiled a little. Maybe he would call the guy after all.
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Chase
Word Count: 2,153
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content
Summary: Chase meets a guy and dabbles in a porn career.
A/N: I blame this entirely on the fact that I was talking about Chase while listening to The History of Pornography on the
It started after he'd picked the other guy up in the bar, or maybe the other guy had picked him up, he wasn't sure. He wasn't even sure what the other guy's name was, Charles or Carl or something stupid like that. They'd been talking, and he'd invited the guy back to his apartment, never saying what either of them knew they both wanted. Or what Chuckles wanted. Chase was just curious, and kind of bored.
Chuckles had a hot mouth that kept wanting to kiss him, and Chase allowed it because the other guy's tongue in his mouth got him hard. The kiss was hard, too, fierce and brutal enthusiasm making up for what the guy lacked in skill. One hand reached around to grope his ass. One finger pressed at the seam on his jeans where he knew the guy wanted in.
Chase eventually pushed him away with a grin that was supposed to be sexual and inviting. "Hey, don't be in such a hurry."
"What, you want something…" Charlie looked down to where Chase's fingers had curled into his waistband and were starting to undo the button. "Oh, hey. I know…"
No, Chase thought. You don't know a damn thing. But I'll let you do it anyway.
He leaned his head back and ignored the other man's lips down his neck, teeth worrying like a dog's at the hem of his shirt. His jeans were opened quick, jockeys pushed down and he was a hell of a lot better, at least, at sucking cock than he had been at kissing. That was a relief. His fingers curled in the guy's hair, petting, then tightening into what had to be at least a slightly painful grip.
Tongue lapping up the droplets of pre-cum. Fingers digging into his hips, into his buttocks. Carl mouthed him, rolling him in rubber lips, licking hot and leaving flesh exposed to cold air. It took him awhile to get hard enough to get insistent. It felt good, yeah, but he was starting to get bored.
Charles's head bobbed in that ridiculous-looking rhythm when Chase forced his mouth down over his cock, told him to suck him off already in a voice that he made breathless for the occasion. He felt the squeeze and made himself watch as he came, as the other man made noises around his semen and shivering prick. Any caresses that came after were strictly obligatory and in the interest of not having the guy throw a temper tantrum and storm out.
They laughed, teased each other back and forth while Chase walked him back into the bedroom and had him strip off his jeans. Nothing underneath, which brought the comment that figures and something else afterwards that he didn't pay attention to. They were having a good time, right? Right. Chase got down to his knees with a loud crack that made Chuckles (what the hell was his name, anyway) look down in worry.
"You okay, man?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Chase grinned up at him, manic, depressing. "I used to be a dancer."
He'd heard someone give that excuse once, although out of the pool he had the rhythm of a flopping fish. The guy looked impressed, though. And didn't say anything more about it when Chase took his first penis into his mouth and played with it like it was candy.
If Connor (Connor, was it Connor?) was unimpressed by his lack of skill, he certainly didn't show it. All kinds of loud noises and thrusting hard enough to make Chase gag, not that he noticed. He came, and it choked. Wound up all over his mouth, and he had to lick his lips and smirk to get rid of it. Wasn't that bad. Wasn't that good either.
They got naked pretty quick after that. Chase was restless, pacing as he talked, a whiskey in one hand that he didn't remember pouring. Calvin (that was his name, went by Cal, a knot between his shoulders eased now that he could remember) stretched out on the bed and patted the blankets next to him, an invitation that Chase declined. They talked about things that were wholly meaningless. Where he'd grown up, where he'd went to school. The fact that his parents were dead.
"Hey, I'm sorry, man."
"It was a few years ago." Chase forced a pained smile. "I think I'll live."
I'll live. They won't.
He went and sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped between his knees, still talking. Cal's parents were on the other side of the country, Oregon. Cal's father had taken him out hunting when he was a kid. Cal's mother still expected grandchildren one day, but she was okay with a surrogate. Cal just hadn't found the right guy. Cal was uninterested in girls.
Chase was uninterested in everyone, but he still wanted to get laid tonight.
Cal laughed as though that had been a joke, and Chase laughed too, but it wasn't. He allowed himself to be pulled in close and kissed, one hand reaching between his legs to fondle his balls. Chase kept his hands on the other guy's shoulders. There were some things he just wasn't comfortable enough with yet.
Then it stopped because Cal had to go put on a condom, and Chase frowned.
"Why?"
"Company policy, man. Unless you want to wear it."
He guessed that was a polite way of asking if he wanted to fuck the other guy. Chase shook his head, but was still frowning. "Company policy?"
"Yeah. The company I work for tests once a month. HIV and stuff. Gotta wear a condom. Besides, don't you want to be safe?"
All kinds of stupid no-glove no-love slogans tittered through Chase's mind at that point. "You know, I couldn't really care less."
Cal stood, flash of a square in one hand, frowning too. "Man, if you're going to be picking up guys in bars…"
"You know what, just, forget it." Chase turned over, then pushed himself to his feet, heading out to the balcony. "If you're uncomfortable with…"
He heard bare feet on his carpet, the weight of the other man's footsteps enough warning to keep him from flinching when the hand came down on his shoulder and squeezed lightly. It was like they were lovers. One arm slipped around his waist, the tip of his smallest finger just brushing the top of his groin.
"Hey… It's okay. It's just a piece of plastic."
"Latex," Chase corrected absently.
"… you allergic?"
"Nah."
He could feel the puzzlement behind him. Also the hard-on. Pressing into him, so he pressed back, wondering if he could get Cal to fuck him this way. It worked, for a little while, until the other man laughed and let him go, stepping back.
"Nuh-uh. Nice try."
Yeah, it had been. Chase swallowed the sigh and went back to stretch out on the bed, glancing at him over his shoulder with a mock-frown. "You're lucky you're cute."
Calvin chuckled, unrolling the condom down over his erection and climbing on top of him. At first Chase thought he meant to fuck him right then, but the spooning up against his back was almost worse. Made him want to puke when he put his hand back over his stomach.
"You sure you're up to this?" Cal's fingers touched his prick, more soft than hard, now.
"Gimme a minute," Chase laughed it off. "I'm not that… "
He couldn't think of anything he wasn't that, so he broke it off for a gasp as fingers started to work over his balls, play along the folds of skin, rubbing lightly over his head. He closed his eyes and wondered what it would have been like if he'd done this for Caleb before he'd fucked him. Probably not any better. He hadn't meant to do it. Hadn't ambushed him with that in mind. It had just sort of happened.
"There you go. That's it."
Chase opened his eyes and looked down, startled to feel himself hard and ready in the other man's hand. He rolled over onto his stomach, as much to get away as anything, stopped when the hand came curling around his shoulder again.
"No… on your back. I want to see you."
Silence.
"Please?"
He rolled over and looked up at him. Kept his eyes open while Cal kissed him, slowly, and with open mouth and thirsty tongue. There was a minute or two of fumbling, one hand moving on the sheets because he could feel the bed move underneath them, and something that made a squelching sound.
He looked, but didn't see anything when Cal lifted his ankles onto his shoulders, kneeling down between his legs. If his eyes weren't looking glazed over, all the better. He thought about Caleb when he felt the first touch of slickness, jelly over latex over hard-on pressing against him. Thought of what it had felt like when he felt that ache that quickly became pain, that feeling of intrusion and pushing in with the need to push back.
"God, you're so tight…" Cal moaned like it was a good thing. Chase bit his lip and didn't say anything, just moaned like he meant it.
Maybe he shoulda made it easier on Caleb. Maybe if they'd done it in a real bed instead of up against a tree in the woods it would have been easier. Cal was all the way in now and filling him up in ways he couldn't have imagined what it felt like. Not the important ways. But, damn.
And then he started to move and every movement was a pulsing heat that drew little breaths out of him. Even if he didn't want to respond, this was pretty good. Not just the warmth and the tingling, but the way his legs were pushed up at an impossible angle, feet around the back of his neck. The way his hips were being held in place. The way he was the one being fucked, not Caleb, fucked good and proper and he panted with wanting it. Didn't even notice that it was easier now, just that he wanted it.
Up against the tree. Hard and fast. He hadn't ever thought of Caleb as sexy before that moment but there was just something about the way he was bleeding, broken. Something that turned him on. And something, now that he was thinking about it again (while whatshisname panted above him), that made his heart ache. The whole event, as he replayed it over and over again in his mind, every thrust inside him mirrored in the memory of every thrust he'd fucked Caleb with. Blurring together.
It wasn't love, but it was something close. It wasn't lust, because sure, Caleb was hot, so were the rest of them, so was he, so were the girls, that part didn't matter. They were all beautiful people. But it was the intimacy, it was being close and being a part of him that they could never get loose, being a part of him that couldn't be pried off or taken away. A little piece of Chase inside Caleb. A little piece of Caleb inside of him. A little memory that he could keep just for him. The way it had felt.
Remembering that pushed him over the edge. Into arching up, crying out as he came, spurting hot and fast over his stomach. He didn't know if Cal had come or not, didn't much care. Then he did, for a second, as Cal grunted encouragement and satisfaction and fucked him harder until he did climax. That just hurt.
And Cal seemed to know it, because he was apologetic afterwards, pulling out and wiping them both down while Chase lay there. Sore and exhausted. He rolled over just to get away from the guy's fussing, wasn't sure how he took it but he heard the door click shut behind the guy as he left. Realized Cal had tucked him in, too. Stupid bastard.
Chase fell asleep with tears down his face, dreaming of the woods, and a car wreck, and wide eyes staring helplessly up at him while he fucked his best friend with a prick that was cold as ice and twice as sharp, cutting both of them till they bled all over the ground. He woke up before dawn, hands cupping himself feverishly. Sweat, not blood. All bound up in sex, too much sex lately. Too much sex. Too much thinking.
He got up to take a couple of pills and go back to a dreamless sleep. Stopped by the bedside table on his way back to bed. Cal had left his card, with 'call me' scribbled next to the phone number. Less interesting than the phone number was his place of business. A film studio.
Chase smiled a little. Maybe he would call the guy after all.