This is for sweptawaybayou and for ros_fod: James Marsters/Vincent Kartheiser. Definitely not PG.
Earlier "Boss Of Me" Fics are here: 1,2- Spike/Yoda Gen, Xander, Giles Gen and 3- Obi-Wan with Baby Luke, Fleeing Tattooine - PG-13 (Over tones of Obi-Wan/Anakin).
Inspired from last week's Entourage, in part. Heh. Hug it out, bitches. Turtle is NOT here, though.
4. For Sweptawaybayou and Ros_Fod, inspired by Entourage
God, he was bored. The movie deals weren't coming in, and plays didn't pay enough to let him travel and escape like he liked, so. The Playboy Mansion it was. All of the spray-on tans and silicon bobbling in his face made him miss New York. Hell, he was missing Michigan about now. Lindsey-freaking-Lohan was playing with her band in the main garden, but she was so fucked-up drunk (cocaine) that half of her words came out in a garbled mess or a giggle. He had to get out of here - now.
Some whore was giving David a blow-job by the pool.
"Hey man, you said we could blow this joint after an hour or so."
David moaned, eyes shut, then looked up at his friend and smirked, "What the fuck do you think I'm doing? You don't get...Oh, fuck, honey, keep doing... God. Vinnie. Go find something to fuck, suck or whatever. Me and -?"
A slurp and giggle, "Cyndi."
"Me and 'Cyndi' -that's with a 'y,'isn't it? - are going to get to know each other for a bit."
Fuck. David liked to play the big Het Bastard in public, which left Vinnie with nothing to do but join in the frat-boy games here. He peeled his T-Shirt (a picture of the crucifixion with the message: I Got Nailed in Jerusalem) off, tossed it carelessly onto a hedge outlining the pool at the waterfall, and dove in. He swam to the rocks where a few people were hanging out, getting high. No one he gave a shit about - hangers on, managers, friends of friends of someone they knew. Vinnie flipped to his back and tried to find the stars in the night sky - L.A. was too fucking bright. A few backstrokes and he was at the entrance to The Grotto. The water was shallow, and the lights were low. A perfect spot for him to hide and wait out David getting a little before heading back home to the missus.
I thought he'd be- Fuck. He shook his head to clear it, dipped his knees and tilted his head back to wash his hair back and out of his face, then walked against the water to a corner ledge to sit and wait. It was dark, music was piped in through speakers in the rocks. At least it's not some fucking pop music. Too late. Rob Thomas' newest song came on. Vinnie looked around, trying to make out who was hiding in here as well. There was a sign etched into the stone over the exit: WHAT HAPPENS IN THE GROTTO, STAYS IN THE GROTTO. Under that and to the right was Tobey Maguire, nailing Hugh's third girlfriend in the ass. It was a good thing Hugh didn't come out of his jammies to swim anymore. Tobey saw Vinnie, tilted his chin up, never missing a stroke, and almost pushed Number Three's face underwater.
Vinnie swirled his ankles in figure-eights under the water and played the Match Game with the incestuous Mansion crowd. He was so busy laughing to himself and trying to track the latest spate of crabs amongst the "stars" that he didn't notice the dark figure moving under the water to him, nor did he pay any mind to the dark head that popped up, making a small splash. He did notice when wide, strong hands grabbed his ankles, trying to pull him off the ledge and into the water.
"Mother fucke- Jimmy?" A huge splash of water into the intruder's face. "Fucking bitch."
A chorus of shh's from the murmuring patrons.
"I thought you weren't coming."
"Dave drug me here. My manager called him and made him. Did you see him out there?"
"God, much as I like getting sucked off, I wouldn't let a mouth like that on me. Probably got crabs from Tobey."
"Man, keep it down. He's over there."
"Shut the fuck up, Jimmy. When did you get here?" Vinnie hooked his ankles around James' waist, the warm skin felt shocking in the cool of the water.
"Few minutes ago. Look at you all wet and lonely and hiding out here. Wait long?"
"Long enough." Vinnie crossed his ankles, forcing James closer, close enough to feel how long he had patiently been waiting.
James slid down and under the water, then came up with a splash, shaking his head to clear the water out of his face. He braced his palms on the coarse rock Vinnie was sitting on and pushed upwards while scissor kicking in the water to meet Vinnie's mouth. The tendons of his forearms were standing out like cords, and after a few moments, James slipped back down, sliding his mouth over Vinnie's chest, a tug on a nipple, warm breath that brought goosebumps to Vinnie's arms, a tongue followed a light trail of hair down to the waistband of Vinnie's trunks.
Vinnie slid off the ledge and stood in the waist-high water. James held on to Vinnie's waistband and slid down under the water and floated. James used his teeth to tug the drawstring tie loose, popped his head back up, and slid his arms around Vinnie's backside, pulling his body closer. Vinnie leaned back against the rock, rested his upper-body on his elbows, and let his legs float, the undersides of his feet rubbed against James' smooth back. James took a gulping breath and slid noiselessly under the water.
Vinnie, eyes closed and legs weightless, felt his lover's warm (fuck, so warm) mouth move gently over his erection. The motion under water made tiny bubbles rise to the surface, and coupled with James' warm mouth, it was all Vinnie could do to not lose his grip and let his elbows slide out from under him. Back and forth James slid, warm mouth gentle, then tighter. James would pop up for breath, and Vinnie used all the self-control he had to not shove the dark, shorn head back down, back to its job. Vinnie opened his eyes at a sudden change in movement. James had gripped Vinnie's hips, pulled his tucked legs forward, and wrapped ankles around Vinnie's calves. The pressure and suction increased tenfold on his cock. Vinnie felt himself drawing close to explosion, and shuddered when James (God, he knows me so well) slid one hand behind and stroked, inserted, rubbed him. James tore himself away and floated up, his eyes above the water. Vinnie gripped the dark head and opened his eyes as much as he could and watched his cock spurt into the water - lazy, little tendrils jettisoned about.
Vinnie reached forward, drew James out of the water, and ran his knuckles down the carved chest of his lover, eyes in a fog.
"C'mere." His hands felt like weighted stones as he reached forward to pull James to his mouth. Long fingers stroked sharp cheekbones. Vinnie rested his forehead against James' ear. "Baby. Can we please get the fuck out of here? Can you take me home?"
James traced the younger man's ear with his tongue, gave the earlobe a nip, and took Vinnie's hand, pressed it to the front of his wet suit. "I don't know that I'm going to make it out of the Hills."
Vinnie grinned, his wet hair flopped into his face. "I'm glad you came."
James smirked, "Well, not yet anyway. Let's go."
James sank into the water on his back, legs moving to keep him afloat, tucked his tongue behind his teeth, then rolled over and swam out. As Vinnie walked against the water to the exit, he heard Tobey give the girl some bullshit phone number, held back a laugh, and tilted his chin at the star. Tobey called after him, but Vinnie was already ducking under the water, swimming to the ladder, ready to go home.