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Title: An Expeditious Showdown
Pairing: Will/Skandar
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Real person slash, [boy] sexage.
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It was Will and Skandar's custom to go to Skandar's trailer (Skandar alwyas had the best food) after a day of filming and have some "guy time"- just to listen to music and talk about stuff.
"I'll be along in about twenty minutes" said Will heading to his trailer, which was adjacent to Skandar's. "I just need to call home."
Skandar entered his own trailer and, closing the door, sighed. He, too should call home soon; it had been several days, and his mum always said she wished he would ring more often. Of course Will always remembered, he was responsilbe and perfect that way. Well, actually, Will was perfect in every way: physically gorgeous with how much he worked out (that natural golden glow certainly contributed), and he got top marks in school- in addition to reading Tolstoy and Zola on the side, purely for "entertainment." Shakdar shook his head, his hair flopping, as if it would help shake those thoughts from his head. Yet again, he had been thinking of Will.
For a while Skandar thought he admired Will in a brotherly, best-friend sort of way. Then, it got to be a little more than that. Skandar, however wasn't about to like a guy, much less Will. He liked girls.
Once again, Skandar shook his head, his hair flopping into further disarray. He liked it messy. Now, he finally had a chance to attend to a certain need, a need which was literally growing by the minute. Skandar fell onto his couch and quickly undid his trousers and and had them- and his boxers- down to his ankles. He began to stroke his stiff erection. He exhaled a sigh of relief. Finally. He had overslept that morning, and therefore hadn't had time to attend to his morning wood the way he usually did. Now, after an unusually long day, he was charged with extra pent up hormones that needed release. He pulled back his foreskin and stroked his length firmly and slowly increasing his speed. His breathing was becoming erratic, he was close. He felt his face become warm, and by now his strokes were furious and his cock was aching from being so hard.
The door of his trailer opened and Will entered. Skandar was reminded of a Matrix slow motion scene as the two of them made eye-contact and stared for what seemed to be forever. Will quickly turned and exited the trailer as Skandar jumped to his feet, pulling his trousers up and buttoning them as fast as he could. As he shoved his erection to one side in his skinny jeans, wincing in pain, Will said from outside the door "Skan, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were busy."
Busy. So that was what they were calling it now, thought Skandar as he went to the door.
"Uh," he choked out "You can come in, now." He didn't make eye-contact with Will, but stared at his feet instead. That was easier.
There was an uncomfortable pause as they stood facing each other, Skandar continuing to look at the floor as Will looked at Skandar's face, which was by now tomato red. Suddenly, Will pulled Skandar into an embrace, clapping his hand on Skandar's back a few times. "Hey, Skan, don't be embarrassed. It's not like I don't give myself a good wank once a day."
Skandar was shocked. He remembered to hug Will back.
"Or twice," Will added. They both burst out laughing, and Will released Skandar, who seemed to be feeling less awkward.
"So," Will brightly changed the subject, "I've got the new Coldplay album." Will popped the disk in the CD player and the two boys sat on the couch, drinking coke, though Will tried to refuse it ("no liquid calories!") to which Skandar replied that he himself drank it constantly and was still a twig, just more hyper.
They talked for about two hours about girls, the film, bands, exams they would have to take once the film was finished. While Will talked, Skandar would find himself staring at Will's pecs through his tighter than necessary tee-shirt or the perfect lines that formed around his full lips when he smiled. Or his crystaline eyes. At some points, Skandar would notice that Will had put his hand on Skandar's leg- just above the knee, or on his forearm, only to remove it in a moment. Will was always very touchy-feely, and Skandar found that he liked feeling Will's skin and body heat.
Will was clearly on a sugar/caffeine high from the coke, talking non-stop about something that Skandar wasn't listening to, when the thing that Skandar had refused to admit hit him: he liked Will. He liked Will not because they were best friends or like brothers, it was more than that. He fancied Will, the way he had fancied girls.
Will was still talking, even more enthusiastically now, when Skandar leaned toward him and pressed his lips to Will's. Will's mouth was still moving as Skandar made contact, but he froze, shocked. Skandar pulled back and they stared at each other, for the second time that night, and Will grabbed Skandar's face with both of his hands and pulled him into another, much more heated kiss. Skandar responded quite enthusiastically, and somehow managed to climb off the couch and straddle Will's lap, his cock once again throbbing. They were still kissing, Will was clutching Skandar's back, Skandar nibbling Will's bottom lip. Skandar put his hand to Will's crotch, to feel Will's own hard-on straining to be let loose.
Will stood up. They were facing each other. He continued to suck and press against Skandar's succulent red lips with his own eager mouth. He had wanted this for ages, and now he finally had Skandar in his arms. Skandar pulled out of the kiss, Will's lips were now swollen and looked like bruised cherries. He pulled off Will's shirt, revealing Will's muscular arms and torso, and Will helped Skandar remove his shirt. Skandar's body was thin, bony (you could just see his ribs) and beautifully pale. Will kissed Skandar's collar bones and nipples, which soon grew hard. Skandar, however, took the lead and pressed his own lips to Will's chest, sucked Will's nipples in return, which were slightly brown and very hard; Will's skin was delicious, the colour a few shades shy of caramel. Ignoring his own throbbing erection and need to come, Skandar made his was to Will's trousers with his lips, paying special attention to the belly button with his tongue. He fumbled with Will's button and zipper with his trembling hands, and Will mercifully obliged. Skandar pulled the jeans to Will's knees, his mouth watering at the sight of the tent in Will's boxers. Pulling the boxers down and out of the way, Skandar eagerly wrapped his wet lips around the bulbous, purple head of Will's cock and made his way down the rigid shaft, pushing Will's foreskin back with his tongue, tasting the sweet precome that was leaking from the slit.
Will arched his neck and stroked Skandar's thick, soft hair as he felt the tip of his tongue hit the sensitive spot under his cock-head. Skandar's mouth was wet and impossibly hot around his slightly aching, wood-hard dick. He had never felt anything better; he was now bucking his hips and he knew he was going to come in Skandar's mouth. Skandar was only sucking harder.
Skandar felt Will's long, large hands running through his hair as he sucked on Will's cock until his cheeks were sore. He continued to suck and felt the sudden pulse of Will's cock as his mouth filled with Will's thick come, which tasted sweet and milky. Even then, he managed to suck harder.
Will felt as if Skandar was torturing him, as his orgasm intensified after it was already over; his breathing was erratic and punctuated with choking moans and gasps. He had just had the best orgasm of his life, and it had been given to him by the one person who meant the world to him. Now, it was Skandar's turn.