For meresy's ds/c6d porn tag!
Title: Between Takes
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: CKR/Hugh Dillon
Word Count: 820
Rating: R for smut and more smut and some rps smut
Warning: This contains slash, RPS, and smut. You have been warned. RATED ADULTS ONLY
A/N: I don't own these men. They belong to themselves, obvs. Or each other, I hope. *adjusts tin hat* Also, gratuitous use of the prompt given, do forgive!
Hugh didn't believe in titles like top or bottom. He figured if you'd had a lover as long as he and Rennie had been going at it, then maybe it only made sense that you took turns, shook things up a bit, and it wasn't like every stolen moment had to be one or the other grabbing their ankles. That didn't mean that most days he couldn't coax Callum into getting on his knees, or laying on his back and hanging his head off the edge, or getting on his hands and knees and sucking cock like a pro. It wasn't that he saw Rennie as the bottom, it was that the man had a mouth that could turn you goddamn inside out and Hugh was determined to take advantage of that every chance he got.
Which didn't explain why he was kneeling on the floor of his own trailer choking on Rennie's cock, and swallowing for all he was worth. The tight fit of Lane's tactical equipment cut into flexed muscles, zip ties from his costume holding his own arms snug at the small of his back. He was due on the set in fifteen minutes and there was a damn good chance he would still be gagging on Rennie when they came knocking. His throat spasmed, moaning as he felt a sharp prick against his scalp. Then another, painful and likely to leave a mark.
Hugh growled, jerking to try and pull back but Callum's hands on his scalp kept him where he was.
"Knock if off, Dillon. If you hadn't cut off all your damn hair, I'd have something to hold on to." Rennie's voice was rougher than ever, smoke and gravel and nicotine tinged - Nicotine tinged just like the rest of him.
Hugh jerked off him any way, nearly falling over backwards as he looked up at his lover. "Fuck you, Rennie. I'm not asking the makeup chick to cover up your fucking nail marks,' he snarled, ducking when Callum reached for him. "Watch my fucking skin."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll watch it,' he cooed, giving Dillon a pouty look. "You're not going to leave me like this, are you?" Callum stroked himself, teasing the head over Hugh's lips. The taste of pre was musky and salty, sweet almond and tang and Hugh couldn't resist. Especially not when there was a damn good chance Rennie would take off while he was on set before Hugh got his own. Faced with spending the rest of the filming hard and bound intactical trousers, Hugh lapped and suckled once more until he could feel the thick head battering at his throat.
"What the hell is that,' Rennie asked suddenly, not that his grasp lessened, or the bucking of his hips slowed even as it seemed he honest to God expected an answer. One of these days Hugh was going to remind him how fucking hard it was to speak with your mouth filled by someone's dick. Ignoring the question, he kept sucking. Rennie pulled him off. "What are they playing out there?"
Bound on his knees with his lips and throat swollen, and Rennie was more worried about a piece of music than getting his rocks off. "You know, I'm starting to think the romance has gone out of our relationship,' Dillon muttered, straining to hear the piece. "It's... One of Chopin's pieces." He leaned in to try and finish Callum off. Nails dug into his scalp once more. "Fuck you. Stop that!"
Rennie sighed, looking towards the door. "I've heard it before. What is it?"
"Scherzo number one? Maybe two? Wh..." The words died on Hugh's lips as he remembered where he'd heard it before. The reminder came when someone rapped sharply on the door. She'd given the same warning to them last time, on the set of Callum's show and not Hugh's.
"Dillon, tell the cylon to finish up and get your ass on set,' Jessica called cheerful, definitely sounding amused with herself.
Callum slumped, growling under his breath about bitches and music. Hugh couldn't help but laugh, turning around and presenting his hands. "Untie me, Rennie."
He heard the snip of scissors and felt the release of pressure. Before Callum could react, he turned and took him by the throat. Silencing his bitching with a hard kiss, he shoved Rennie back on the bed. "You damn well better be here when I get done,' he said, straightening his trousers and heading for the door. He looked back at Callum, naked and hard, his dick still glistening with spit. Callum smirked.
"Jessica in this scene? If not, send her in,' he called in a voice loud enough for the blonde to hear where she waited.
Dillon snorted and rolled his eyes. "I'll send her in with zips and a strap on,' Hugh offered, slamming the door a moment after she began laughing.
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: CKR/Hugh Dillon
Word Count: 820
Rating: R for smut and more smut and some rps smut
Warning: This contains slash, RPS, and smut. You have been warned. RATED ADULTS ONLY
A/N: I don't own these men. They belong to themselves, obvs. Or each other, I hope. *adjusts tin hat* Also, gratuitous use of the prompt given, do forgive!
Hugh didn't believe in titles like top or bottom. He figured if you'd had a lover as long as he and Rennie had been going at it, then maybe it only made sense that you took turns, shook things up a bit, and it wasn't like every stolen moment had to be one or the other grabbing their ankles. That didn't mean that most days he couldn't coax Callum into getting on his knees, or laying on his back and hanging his head off the edge, or getting on his hands and knees and sucking cock like a pro. It wasn't that he saw Rennie as the bottom, it was that the man had a mouth that could turn you goddamn inside out and Hugh was determined to take advantage of that every chance he got.
Which didn't explain why he was kneeling on the floor of his own trailer choking on Rennie's cock, and swallowing for all he was worth. The tight fit of Lane's tactical equipment cut into flexed muscles, zip ties from his costume holding his own arms snug at the small of his back. He was due on the set in fifteen minutes and there was a damn good chance he would still be gagging on Rennie when they came knocking. His throat spasmed, moaning as he felt a sharp prick against his scalp. Then another, painful and likely to leave a mark.
Hugh growled, jerking to try and pull back but Callum's hands on his scalp kept him where he was.
"Knock if off, Dillon. If you hadn't cut off all your damn hair, I'd have something to hold on to." Rennie's voice was rougher than ever, smoke and gravel and nicotine tinged - Nicotine tinged just like the rest of him.
Hugh jerked off him any way, nearly falling over backwards as he looked up at his lover. "Fuck you, Rennie. I'm not asking the makeup chick to cover up your fucking nail marks,' he snarled, ducking when Callum reached for him. "Watch my fucking skin."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll watch it,' he cooed, giving Dillon a pouty look. "You're not going to leave me like this, are you?" Callum stroked himself, teasing the head over Hugh's lips. The taste of pre was musky and salty, sweet almond and tang and Hugh couldn't resist. Especially not when there was a damn good chance Rennie would take off while he was on set before Hugh got his own. Faced with spending the rest of the filming hard and bound intactical trousers, Hugh lapped and suckled once more until he could feel the thick head battering at his throat.
"What the hell is that,' Rennie asked suddenly, not that his grasp lessened, or the bucking of his hips slowed even as it seemed he honest to God expected an answer. One of these days Hugh was going to remind him how fucking hard it was to speak with your mouth filled by someone's dick. Ignoring the question, he kept sucking. Rennie pulled him off. "What are they playing out there?"
Bound on his knees with his lips and throat swollen, and Rennie was more worried about a piece of music than getting his rocks off. "You know, I'm starting to think the romance has gone out of our relationship,' Dillon muttered, straining to hear the piece. "It's... One of Chopin's pieces." He leaned in to try and finish Callum off. Nails dug into his scalp once more. "Fuck you. Stop that!"
Rennie sighed, looking towards the door. "I've heard it before. What is it?"
"Scherzo number one? Maybe two? Wh..." The words died on Hugh's lips as he remembered where he'd heard it before. The reminder came when someone rapped sharply on the door. She'd given the same warning to them last time, on the set of Callum's show and not Hugh's.
"Dillon, tell the cylon to finish up and get your ass on set,' Jessica called cheerful, definitely sounding amused with herself.
Callum slumped, growling under his breath about bitches and music. Hugh couldn't help but laugh, turning around and presenting his hands. "Untie me, Rennie."
He heard the snip of scissors and felt the release of pressure. Before Callum could react, he turned and took him by the throat. Silencing his bitching with a hard kiss, he shoved Rennie back on the bed. "You damn well better be here when I get done,' he said, straightening his trousers and heading for the door. He looked back at Callum, naked and hard, his dick still glistening with spit. Callum smirked.
"Jessica in this scene? If not, send her in,' he called in a voice loud enough for the blonde to hear where she waited.
Dillon snorted and rolled his eyes. "I'll send her in with zips and a strap on,' Hugh offered, slamming the door a moment after she began laughing.