[Fic] Cocklust
Title: Cocklust
Rating: R/NC-17ish?
Notes: Originally posted for the 1stclass_kink meme here
Cross posted to sprayinglove
It shouldn’t be a big deal. After all, James is a consummate professional and has never let himself become affected by co-stars and their various states of dress or undress while shooting extremely emotional, intimate scenes. For fuck’s sake, he managed to get through that library scene in Atonement with minimal damage, so this should be a walk in the park.
However, the library scene didn’t involve one Michael Fassbender and a gray sweat suit.
He tries not to stare. Lord, does he try not to stare. But it proves to be a fruitless quest, and his eyes are glued on Michael’s cock for longer than the Man-Code-For-Checking-Another-Man-Out allots for. Luckily he tears his gaze away at the right moment, right before Michael turns and looks at him. He is able to admit to himself that he is impressed, but purely for non-sexual reasons. Because he is a professional, and he does not allow himself to get hot and bothered over co-stars, especially when they’re just wearing a sweat suit.
Especially when it’s just a damn sweat suit.
Much to his utter embarrassment, this is not a onetime occurrence. He manages to keep his composure most of the time, but every time they have to shoot another training scene, that composure goes the way of the Dodo bird. He tries to tell himself that he’s just impressed, that’s all. It has absolutely nothing to do with wanting Michael’s cock on, near, or in him.
Historically, James doesn’t even like men in that way. So why he continues to find himself obsessing over Michael’s cock is a complete and total mystery to him. Why he continues to fantasize about dropping to his knees and rubbing his cheek against the bulge is anyone’s guess.
James is starting to reconsider his previous stance concerning the whole heterosexuality thing.
By the fourth appearance of the gray sweat suit, James is pretty sure that the universe is trying to tell him something. He’s pretty sure that the universe is trying to tell him that he wants Michael Fassbender’s cock in his mouth, and the sooner the better. He’s comforted by the fact that he’s not alone in this sentiment; Michael was the kind of man that could share sexual tension with a doorframe. Everyone who’s ever met him probably wants to suck his cock, so really it’s up to James to give the universe what it wants.
By the time Matthew yells cut and everyone scatters to their trailers for a break, James is three seconds away from combusting. Those sweat pants are practically obscene, the fabric unable to conceal the fact that Michael is most certainly not wearing anything underneath. James vaguely wonders how they’re going to be able to get a PG-13 rating for this film when Michael’s cock refuses to be tamed in those pants, but as Michael wanders off to his trailer, he nearly breaks out into a run to follow. There’s only half an hour left before filming resumes, and he is not going back to his hotel tonight without knowing what it’s like to suck Michael’s cock. He refuses.
Michael goes inside the trailer before James can catch him, and James nearly tears the door off its hinges as he follows him inside. And, okay, maybe he should have knocked because Michael actually jumps and mutters, “What the fuck?” And he’s standing there in those pants and James can already feel his mouth watering, and dear God, he needs to do this now before he dies of a blood clot.
So he says nothing, simply launches himself across the room, practically throws Michael against the wall, and crashes his lips against Michael’s in what has to be the most desperate kiss to have ever been kissed in the history of kisses.
Michael freezes for a moment, and shit, shit James really should have thought this through. Unfortunately, newfound cocklust has a tendency to short circuit his brain and thinking is next to impossible. He hopes that he hasn’t royally fucked up their working relationship, and really hopes that he’s not going to get punched in the face for this stunt, but after a moment Michael relaxes and actually wraps his arms around James’ back, pulling him close and tilting his head to deepen the kiss.
Thank God, too, because James really didn’t want to have to explain to everyone that the black eye he was sporting was because he mauled Michael like a wild cheetah in heat in his trailer.
And good fucking God, Michael’s mouth is so warm and the soft groans are the hottest thing James has ever heard in his life. He nips and suck at James’ bottom lip before pulling back with a gasp, looking completely bewildered at this sudden turn of events. But he’s not pushing James away, in fact, he leans forward and continues the kiss, which is amazing but this isn’t what James came here for. Pulling back, he immediately drops to his knees, hooking his thumbs beneath the waistband of Michael’s sweat pants and pulling them down.
And there it is. The object of his fantasies for weeks now, much to his chagrin. He was right in assuming that Michael was wearing nothing underneath his pants, the realization causing him to smirk. A part of him would like to sit there and stare all day, because holy shit, it’s finally happening but they’re running on a schedule here. Wrapping his hand around the base of Michael’s cock, he can hear Michael hiss above him, one hand curling into James’ hair in encouragement. Not that James needs any, but he appreciates the sentiment. Lowering his head, his eyes fall closed as he wraps his lips around the head of Michael’s cock, a low moan slipping out.
Yes yes yes, finally.
Placing his free hand on Michael’s hip to steady himself, he slides his mouth further down the shaft, tightening his lips as he lifts his eyes to look up at Michael. His own cock hardens as Michael’s eyes flutter closed, his mouth parted as he starts to pant. It’s pretty much the hottest thing James has ever seen in his life, and he presses his tongue against the underside of Michael’s cock as he twists his hand upward. The grip Michael has on his hair tightens as James begin to rock forward, sliding his mouth further and further down Michael’s cock. Fuck, it feels so good, and Michael is trying so hard not to arch his hips, his thighs trembling from the strain. Trying so hard not to fuck James’ mouth, and James suddenly decides that this is exactly what Michael should do. Grabbing Michael’s hips, he forces Michael to arch up right into his mouth, lifting his eyes to look at Michael’s face. Realization seems to have dawned on him, his eyes so wide they look like they’re going to pop out of their sockets, like he cannot believe this is happening. But he takes James’ hint and begins thrusting into James’ mouth, that previously comical confusion dissolving into pure lust as he rocks his hips faster, and faster with each pass.
It’s hot. It’s so damn hot and beads of sweat are beginning trickle down James’ forehead. But he matches Michael’s pace with ease, pulling his lips back far enough to suck on the head and tongue the slit. “Fuck, that’s it,” Michael pants, throwing his head and exposing his neck. It’s ridiculously sexy, and the way he places both hands on James’ head to guide him is even sexier. It dawns on James that Michael is literally fucking his mouth, and holy shit Michael is fucking his mouth, and it’s glorious. Utterly glorious, and he moans around Michael’s cock, the vibration apparently strong enough that Michael throws his head back against the wall, a dull thunk echoing throughout the trailer. “Just like that,” he groans. “Don’t stop…”
Like hell James is going to stop. He sees the finish line in sight, and he is not going to stop until Michael comes so hard he forgets his name, address, and telephone number. He knows Michael is close because he’s growling (which is ridiculously hot, holy shit), and the snap of his hips keep coming faster and faster. James tries to relax his throat so he won’t gag because that would be just great, throwing up all over Michael’s cock, surefire way to get a second date (Wait, is this an actual date?). But it’s all happening so fast and he can barely keep up, and Michael is honestly the sexiest person James has ever known in his entire life, with those noises and the heavy panting and the eyes almost rolling into the back of his head. When Michael pulls on his hair and a delicious thrill of pleasure courses through his body, James realizes that yes, this is a date, and yes, he wants another one. Within the hour would be nice.
“James…” How Michael manages to make James’ name sound like the filthiest, most obscene word in the history of the English language, James doesn’t know. He loses his train of thought as Michael pulls on his hair again, his voice thick and desperate. “You have to stop… or I’m going to…to…”
That’s the whole point, James thinks, and he would smile if he didn’t have a mouthful of cock going on right now. Michael’s warning is actually encouragement, and James starts to rock forward on his knees faster, tightening his lips and hollowing his cheeks for more pressure. At that, Michael jerks, a sharp cry spilling from his lips that compels James to lift his gaze up to Michael’s. They catch eyes, and it is the most erotic thing James has ever done, his cheeks flushed at how dark, how hooded Michael’s eyes are. He watches as Michael bites his lip over and over again, the snap of his hips no longer graceful but sporadic and desperate. “Fuck!” Michael groans, his eyes snapping shut. “So close…”
James is simultaneously thrilled yet terrified of the prospect. He has never done this before; what if he chokes? What if it tastes terrible? What if he accidentally pulls back too late and ends up getting shot in the eye? Now wouldn’t that be the most embarrassing thing in the world, having to explain to the makeup crew that his eyes are bloodshot because he tried to let Michael come in his mouth and fucked it up? Basically, he has no idea what to do, and he better figure it out quick before this becomes a complete and utter tragedy.
But he doesn’t have time to figure it out, and with a moan loud enough to shatter windows, Michael comes, his hips bucking erratically, his legs shaking almost violently. James doesn’t even have the opportunity to pull away, and while he doesn’t choke (thank God), it does taste slightly terrible (although not nearly as vile as he had been imagining in his head) and he has no choice but to swallow. Swallowing is just barely one step below matching Michael’s socks together as he does his laundry on the Intimacy Scale, but he really doesn’t have much of a choice. He tries not to grimace and fails miserably, sliding back and settling on his knees as he looks up at Michael. He expects for Michael to give him a grin, a clap on the shoulder in thanks, and for them to pretend that this has never happened. Isn’t that how all impromptu blowjobs between two guys are supposed to go?
Therefore he’s startled when Michael grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him to his feet. He’s surprised when Michael turns and practically throws him up against the wall. And he’s utterly shocked when Michael starts to undo his pants.
“What are you-“
“We’ve still got ten minutes. Better make them count.”
“But I thought you weren’t, you know-“
“Had a change of heart.”
“But-“
“James, shut up and let me suck your cock.”
James is happy to oblige.
Rating: R/NC-17ish?
Notes: Originally posted for the 1stclass_kink meme here
Cross posted to sprayinglove
It shouldn’t be a big deal. After all, James is a consummate professional and has never let himself become affected by co-stars and their various states of dress or undress while shooting extremely emotional, intimate scenes. For fuck’s sake, he managed to get through that library scene in Atonement with minimal damage, so this should be a walk in the park.
However, the library scene didn’t involve one Michael Fassbender and a gray sweat suit.
He tries not to stare. Lord, does he try not to stare. But it proves to be a fruitless quest, and his eyes are glued on Michael’s cock for longer than the Man-Code-For-Checking-Another-Man-Out allots for. Luckily he tears his gaze away at the right moment, right before Michael turns and looks at him. He is able to admit to himself that he is impressed, but purely for non-sexual reasons. Because he is a professional, and he does not allow himself to get hot and bothered over co-stars, especially when they’re just wearing a sweat suit.
Especially when it’s just a damn sweat suit.
Much to his utter embarrassment, this is not a onetime occurrence. He manages to keep his composure most of the time, but every time they have to shoot another training scene, that composure goes the way of the Dodo bird. He tries to tell himself that he’s just impressed, that’s all. It has absolutely nothing to do with wanting Michael’s cock on, near, or in him.
Historically, James doesn’t even like men in that way. So why he continues to find himself obsessing over Michael’s cock is a complete and total mystery to him. Why he continues to fantasize about dropping to his knees and rubbing his cheek against the bulge is anyone’s guess.
James is starting to reconsider his previous stance concerning the whole heterosexuality thing.
By the fourth appearance of the gray sweat suit, James is pretty sure that the universe is trying to tell him something. He’s pretty sure that the universe is trying to tell him that he wants Michael Fassbender’s cock in his mouth, and the sooner the better. He’s comforted by the fact that he’s not alone in this sentiment; Michael was the kind of man that could share sexual tension with a doorframe. Everyone who’s ever met him probably wants to suck his cock, so really it’s up to James to give the universe what it wants.
By the time Matthew yells cut and everyone scatters to their trailers for a break, James is three seconds away from combusting. Those sweat pants are practically obscene, the fabric unable to conceal the fact that Michael is most certainly not wearing anything underneath. James vaguely wonders how they’re going to be able to get a PG-13 rating for this film when Michael’s cock refuses to be tamed in those pants, but as Michael wanders off to his trailer, he nearly breaks out into a run to follow. There’s only half an hour left before filming resumes, and he is not going back to his hotel tonight without knowing what it’s like to suck Michael’s cock. He refuses.
Michael goes inside the trailer before James can catch him, and James nearly tears the door off its hinges as he follows him inside. And, okay, maybe he should have knocked because Michael actually jumps and mutters, “What the fuck?” And he’s standing there in those pants and James can already feel his mouth watering, and dear God, he needs to do this now before he dies of a blood clot.
So he says nothing, simply launches himself across the room, practically throws Michael against the wall, and crashes his lips against Michael’s in what has to be the most desperate kiss to have ever been kissed in the history of kisses.
Michael freezes for a moment, and shit, shit James really should have thought this through. Unfortunately, newfound cocklust has a tendency to short circuit his brain and thinking is next to impossible. He hopes that he hasn’t royally fucked up their working relationship, and really hopes that he’s not going to get punched in the face for this stunt, but after a moment Michael relaxes and actually wraps his arms around James’ back, pulling him close and tilting his head to deepen the kiss.
Thank God, too, because James really didn’t want to have to explain to everyone that the black eye he was sporting was because he mauled Michael like a wild cheetah in heat in his trailer.
And good fucking God, Michael’s mouth is so warm and the soft groans are the hottest thing James has ever heard in his life. He nips and suck at James’ bottom lip before pulling back with a gasp, looking completely bewildered at this sudden turn of events. But he’s not pushing James away, in fact, he leans forward and continues the kiss, which is amazing but this isn’t what James came here for. Pulling back, he immediately drops to his knees, hooking his thumbs beneath the waistband of Michael’s sweat pants and pulling them down.
And there it is. The object of his fantasies for weeks now, much to his chagrin. He was right in assuming that Michael was wearing nothing underneath his pants, the realization causing him to smirk. A part of him would like to sit there and stare all day, because holy shit, it’s finally happening but they’re running on a schedule here. Wrapping his hand around the base of Michael’s cock, he can hear Michael hiss above him, one hand curling into James’ hair in encouragement. Not that James needs any, but he appreciates the sentiment. Lowering his head, his eyes fall closed as he wraps his lips around the head of Michael’s cock, a low moan slipping out.
Yes yes yes, finally.
Placing his free hand on Michael’s hip to steady himself, he slides his mouth further down the shaft, tightening his lips as he lifts his eyes to look up at Michael. His own cock hardens as Michael’s eyes flutter closed, his mouth parted as he starts to pant. It’s pretty much the hottest thing James has ever seen in his life, and he presses his tongue against the underside of Michael’s cock as he twists his hand upward. The grip Michael has on his hair tightens as James begin to rock forward, sliding his mouth further and further down Michael’s cock. Fuck, it feels so good, and Michael is trying so hard not to arch his hips, his thighs trembling from the strain. Trying so hard not to fuck James’ mouth, and James suddenly decides that this is exactly what Michael should do. Grabbing Michael’s hips, he forces Michael to arch up right into his mouth, lifting his eyes to look at Michael’s face. Realization seems to have dawned on him, his eyes so wide they look like they’re going to pop out of their sockets, like he cannot believe this is happening. But he takes James’ hint and begins thrusting into James’ mouth, that previously comical confusion dissolving into pure lust as he rocks his hips faster, and faster with each pass.
It’s hot. It’s so damn hot and beads of sweat are beginning trickle down James’ forehead. But he matches Michael’s pace with ease, pulling his lips back far enough to suck on the head and tongue the slit. “Fuck, that’s it,” Michael pants, throwing his head and exposing his neck. It’s ridiculously sexy, and the way he places both hands on James’ head to guide him is even sexier. It dawns on James that Michael is literally fucking his mouth, and holy shit Michael is fucking his mouth, and it’s glorious. Utterly glorious, and he moans around Michael’s cock, the vibration apparently strong enough that Michael throws his head back against the wall, a dull thunk echoing throughout the trailer. “Just like that,” he groans. “Don’t stop…”
Like hell James is going to stop. He sees the finish line in sight, and he is not going to stop until Michael comes so hard he forgets his name, address, and telephone number. He knows Michael is close because he’s growling (which is ridiculously hot, holy shit), and the snap of his hips keep coming faster and faster. James tries to relax his throat so he won’t gag because that would be just great, throwing up all over Michael’s cock, surefire way to get a second date (Wait, is this an actual date?). But it’s all happening so fast and he can barely keep up, and Michael is honestly the sexiest person James has ever known in his entire life, with those noises and the heavy panting and the eyes almost rolling into the back of his head. When Michael pulls on his hair and a delicious thrill of pleasure courses through his body, James realizes that yes, this is a date, and yes, he wants another one. Within the hour would be nice.
“James…” How Michael manages to make James’ name sound like the filthiest, most obscene word in the history of the English language, James doesn’t know. He loses his train of thought as Michael pulls on his hair again, his voice thick and desperate. “You have to stop… or I’m going to…to…”
That’s the whole point, James thinks, and he would smile if he didn’t have a mouthful of cock going on right now. Michael’s warning is actually encouragement, and James starts to rock forward on his knees faster, tightening his lips and hollowing his cheeks for more pressure. At that, Michael jerks, a sharp cry spilling from his lips that compels James to lift his gaze up to Michael’s. They catch eyes, and it is the most erotic thing James has ever done, his cheeks flushed at how dark, how hooded Michael’s eyes are. He watches as Michael bites his lip over and over again, the snap of his hips no longer graceful but sporadic and desperate. “Fuck!” Michael groans, his eyes snapping shut. “So close…”
James is simultaneously thrilled yet terrified of the prospect. He has never done this before; what if he chokes? What if it tastes terrible? What if he accidentally pulls back too late and ends up getting shot in the eye? Now wouldn’t that be the most embarrassing thing in the world, having to explain to the makeup crew that his eyes are bloodshot because he tried to let Michael come in his mouth and fucked it up? Basically, he has no idea what to do, and he better figure it out quick before this becomes a complete and utter tragedy.
But he doesn’t have time to figure it out, and with a moan loud enough to shatter windows, Michael comes, his hips bucking erratically, his legs shaking almost violently. James doesn’t even have the opportunity to pull away, and while he doesn’t choke (thank God), it does taste slightly terrible (although not nearly as vile as he had been imagining in his head) and he has no choice but to swallow. Swallowing is just barely one step below matching Michael’s socks together as he does his laundry on the Intimacy Scale, but he really doesn’t have much of a choice. He tries not to grimace and fails miserably, sliding back and settling on his knees as he looks up at Michael. He expects for Michael to give him a grin, a clap on the shoulder in thanks, and for them to pretend that this has never happened. Isn’t that how all impromptu blowjobs between two guys are supposed to go?
Therefore he’s startled when Michael grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him to his feet. He’s surprised when Michael turns and practically throws him up against the wall. And he’s utterly shocked when Michael starts to undo his pants.
“What are you-“
“We’ve still got ten minutes. Better make them count.”
“But I thought you weren’t, you know-“
“Had a change of heart.”
“But-“
“James, shut up and let me suck your cock.”
James is happy to oblige.