Foxshy smutlet
Title: Rubicon.
Pairing: Matt/Josh
Rating: Hard R.
Summary: Matter over mind.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Feedback: is my drug of choice.
Warnings: Not beta'd, written at a stupid time of the morning. Mistakes ahoy!
Notes: For halfdutch who requested: "Foxshy - the boys are cranky from not being together most of the season. Finally they can be." and queenbtch who requested "porny" and told me to listen to "Kinda I Want To" by Nine Inch Nails. (And who is a very bad influence on me!)
Rubicon
There is a moment before any decision is taken, a point when rational thought and the irrationality of emotion are in perfect balance. Time is suspended as the world awaits the answer to the question it has posed.
Matt’s there right now, teetering on the edge. He’s caught between the sense of walking away and the need to take a step forward. And it is a need, it’s a hunger. It eats at him, pulls at him, digs its claws in and refuses to let go. He can feel it as it crawls up his spine, floods into his mind and erodes his reason at a cellular level.
Josh is looking at him, staring into him, he’s smiling but his eyes are not - they question, search inside Matt and ask him: "What happens next?" Matt knows that Josh will be ok with it if he backs down, if he chooses to take a step back and do the "right" thing and, Matt knows that he will be too. They will remain friends, best buddies. They’ll still drink together, laugh together, work together. But there will always be the what if and the why didn’t we to contend with and Matt isn’t sure if he can live with those questions anymore.
He thought it would die down, this thing between them; this tension that’s been building layer upon layer until, sometimes, Matt feels like it’s hard to breathe. He thought the summer break and the shooting schedules would dull it, make it easier to bear, but they haven’t. They’ve made it worse. Its grown and its multiplied, expanded into this thing that controls Matt’s moods and makes him angry and hard to live with when Josh isn’t there to calm him down.
But now Josh is here. He’s leaning against the table in Matt’s trailer, legs spread apart - a V of invitation that Matt doesn’t think he can resist. Doesn’t want to resist.
Matt steps back, moves towards the door and watches as Josh’s smile falters for a second, disappointment flashing in his eyes. Matt reaches back and flicks the lock, seals them in and Josh’s smile twists and he shifts a little, opens further, pulls Matt in.
Matt can feel it strengthen, the need inside himself. He wants to bend Josh, break Josh, pull Josh apart and crawl inside his skin and settle there. Let Josh do the same to him.
Matt steps forward, stops, closes his eyes and takes a breath. No going back now, no pretending that this didn’t happen, that this won’t change things. He hears his name spoken low, a question in it, in Josh’s voice. He hears the sound of his own need reflected back at him and that tips the balance. He surges forward, slots in and reaches out. Hands weaving into Josh’s hair, dragging him forward until their mouths meet.
Lips fuse together, matched by tongue and teeth. It’s a battle for dominance, neither of them backing down or giving in. Matt licks into Josh and Josh bites back, teeth pulling at Matt’s bottom lip, tongue soothing the sting when they set it free.
Matt can hear himself whispering into Josh’s skin, into his jaw, down his neck, not in words but in actions. He’s tasting as he goes, cataloguing the scent of Josh, the salt-sweat of him, the essence of him. Josh’s hands run down Matt’s back, cup his ass, pull him in closer still. Grinding their bodies together so that sparks shoot along Matt’s nerves and he has to stop his inventory and gasp for air.
Josh trails his mouth along the curve of Matt’s neck, dips to where it meets shoulder and bites down hard. Something primal in Josh needing to mark his place. Matt feels a tug at his belt, Josh’s hands hard at work and he mirrors their movements. Reaches down and frees Josh and suddenly it’s all too real and Matt is not so sure anymore. He wants to question what they are doing, check the facts and tick the boxes. But his hand is moving of its own accord, separate from his reason, and Matt gives in to it, lets it take control.
Josh is hard and heavy in Matt’s palm, the heat of him burning into Matt’s skin. Josh’s fingers wrap around Matt’s cock and, as they begin to stroke up and down, Matt wishes he had something to hold onto, an anchor to stop the sway of the world. Josh stops for a second and Matt hears himself moan at the loss, but then Josh knocks his hand away and fists them both, and Matt sees stars circling in front of his eyes.
Matt arches into the feel of it. The glide of Josh’s hand. The bump of Josh’s cock against his. The raw current of friction as skin meets skin. Matt tangles his hands back into Josh’s hair. Pants his need into Josh’s mouth as Josh breathes his own into Matt’s.
Matt can feels sparks pooling at the base of his spine, spreading through his limbs. A rush like an adrenaline shot fizzing throughout his body. Josh’s rhythm falters, his body jerks and Matt follows him. Cries out his release into Josh’s mouth as Josh shouts his into him. Matt’s head drops forward into the crook of Josh’s neck, rides out the aftershocks as Josh’s hand slows to a stop. The question now answered but still the same.
What happens next?
Pairing: Matt/Josh
Rating: Hard R.
Summary: Matter over mind.
Disclaimer: Not real.
Feedback: is my drug of choice.
Warnings: Not beta'd, written at a stupid time of the morning. Mistakes ahoy!
Notes: For halfdutch who requested: "Foxshy - the boys are cranky from not being together most of the season. Finally they can be." and queenbtch who requested "porny" and told me to listen to "Kinda I Want To" by Nine Inch Nails. (And who is a very bad influence on me!)
Rubicon
There is a moment before any decision is taken, a point when rational thought and the irrationality of emotion are in perfect balance. Time is suspended as the world awaits the answer to the question it has posed.
Matt’s there right now, teetering on the edge. He’s caught between the sense of walking away and the need to take a step forward. And it is a need, it’s a hunger. It eats at him, pulls at him, digs its claws in and refuses to let go. He can feel it as it crawls up his spine, floods into his mind and erodes his reason at a cellular level.
Josh is looking at him, staring into him, he’s smiling but his eyes are not - they question, search inside Matt and ask him: "What happens next?" Matt knows that Josh will be ok with it if he backs down, if he chooses to take a step back and do the "right" thing and, Matt knows that he will be too. They will remain friends, best buddies. They’ll still drink together, laugh together, work together. But there will always be the what if and the why didn’t we to contend with and Matt isn’t sure if he can live with those questions anymore.
He thought it would die down, this thing between them; this tension that’s been building layer upon layer until, sometimes, Matt feels like it’s hard to breathe. He thought the summer break and the shooting schedules would dull it, make it easier to bear, but they haven’t. They’ve made it worse. Its grown and its multiplied, expanded into this thing that controls Matt’s moods and makes him angry and hard to live with when Josh isn’t there to calm him down.
But now Josh is here. He’s leaning against the table in Matt’s trailer, legs spread apart - a V of invitation that Matt doesn’t think he can resist. Doesn’t want to resist.
Matt steps back, moves towards the door and watches as Josh’s smile falters for a second, disappointment flashing in his eyes. Matt reaches back and flicks the lock, seals them in and Josh’s smile twists and he shifts a little, opens further, pulls Matt in.
Matt can feel it strengthen, the need inside himself. He wants to bend Josh, break Josh, pull Josh apart and crawl inside his skin and settle there. Let Josh do the same to him.
Matt steps forward, stops, closes his eyes and takes a breath. No going back now, no pretending that this didn’t happen, that this won’t change things. He hears his name spoken low, a question in it, in Josh’s voice. He hears the sound of his own need reflected back at him and that tips the balance. He surges forward, slots in and reaches out. Hands weaving into Josh’s hair, dragging him forward until their mouths meet.
Lips fuse together, matched by tongue and teeth. It’s a battle for dominance, neither of them backing down or giving in. Matt licks into Josh and Josh bites back, teeth pulling at Matt’s bottom lip, tongue soothing the sting when they set it free.
Matt can hear himself whispering into Josh’s skin, into his jaw, down his neck, not in words but in actions. He’s tasting as he goes, cataloguing the scent of Josh, the salt-sweat of him, the essence of him. Josh’s hands run down Matt’s back, cup his ass, pull him in closer still. Grinding their bodies together so that sparks shoot along Matt’s nerves and he has to stop his inventory and gasp for air.
Josh trails his mouth along the curve of Matt’s neck, dips to where it meets shoulder and bites down hard. Something primal in Josh needing to mark his place. Matt feels a tug at his belt, Josh’s hands hard at work and he mirrors their movements. Reaches down and frees Josh and suddenly it’s all too real and Matt is not so sure anymore. He wants to question what they are doing, check the facts and tick the boxes. But his hand is moving of its own accord, separate from his reason, and Matt gives in to it, lets it take control.
Josh is hard and heavy in Matt’s palm, the heat of him burning into Matt’s skin. Josh’s fingers wrap around Matt’s cock and, as they begin to stroke up and down, Matt wishes he had something to hold onto, an anchor to stop the sway of the world. Josh stops for a second and Matt hears himself moan at the loss, but then Josh knocks his hand away and fists them both, and Matt sees stars circling in front of his eyes.
Matt arches into the feel of it. The glide of Josh’s hand. The bump of Josh’s cock against his. The raw current of friction as skin meets skin. Matt tangles his hands back into Josh’s hair. Pants his need into Josh’s mouth as Josh breathes his own into Matt’s.
Matt can feels sparks pooling at the base of his spine, spreading through his limbs. A rush like an adrenaline shot fizzing throughout his body. Josh’s rhythm falters, his body jerks and Matt follows him. Cries out his release into Josh’s mouth as Josh shouts his into him. Matt’s head drops forward into the crook of Josh’s neck, rides out the aftershocks as Josh’s hand slows to a stop. The question now answered but still the same.
What happens next?