(Wanna kick my shout out to my homes, crazydiamondsue for showing the love on beta, whuh whuh! *fistheart*)
For Snow for loving the filthy naughtiness, just like me
Warning: drug use, OMG.
"It's Method. Fuck, No. It's Improv."
Joss wanted them to hang out, to get close; close enough to fight so they could use that tension in the upcoming eps they were filming. It was David's idea to rent a hotel room and crash there for the weekend. No family, no friends that could barge in, change the topic, send someone to pick up formula for the baby, to remind Vince to call home, for hell's sake and check in once and a while with the family. Vince was bringing his PSP and tickets to some friend's band at SkyBar, and David was bringing the booze. And a zip lock baggie, but Vince didn't need to know about that. Yet.
From what David had heard from the horse's mouth, Vince had been playing both sides since he was a teen, and he knew that Vince liked to get "fucking uplifted" while doing so. Vince kinda laughed and made his hands into little birds when he said it. David had been in Hollywood long enough to have lost the aversion to what his hometown buds would have called "fruity shit." David felt a heaviness in his belly whenever Vince said it, mainly because Vince's voice got breathy but mostly because of his goddamned hands. He may not have been the most butch kid on the block, but Vince had the hands of a man. David liked that. Somehow those hands made it seem like what he was planning on wasn't any of the queer shit he often walked in on back at the Lot.
David also didn't feel the need to tell Vince that the room he had booked was the same one he and Sarah used to sneak off to after filming. Because they had only gone for the same thing, right? To develop the backstory of their characters? He slung his bag over his shoulder, waved off the bell-hop, then thought better of it.
"Hey, man, I'm going to want a car ready at 9pm. And, uh, I need that car to have one of those thingies..." He made an up and down motion with the flat of his hand. "You know, a divider? Privacy screen?"
The bellhop blinked for a second, and assessed the situation. "Yes, sir. Discretion is of the utmost? My name is Bill, sir. Feel free to call me here," he handed David his personal card, "and I can have what you need, whatever it is, within moments. Will you need assistance of any kind?"
David felt a weight off his shoulders. A good bellman was gold. "No, not for now. Just... send the car at 9, okay?" He shook the bellman's hand and palmed a $50 into the shake. When the bellman put it in his pocket without looking and turned on his heel and left, David knew he was going to be taken care of.
David took a quick shower to wash the traffic smog off, put on fresh jeans where the fuck WERE those goddamned cargo pants? and faded brown T-shirt, then padded barefoot into the "sitting" area of his room and sprawled sideways over the large, overstuffed chair provided. His hand reached blindly to the table, felt around for a small package, and after not being able to find it by feel, turned his head and saw it. Pulled out a small, glass container. Tapped a small mound of white powder onto the side of his fist and sniffed once. Hard. Laid his head back against the arm rest. Tapped his feet to the music playing in his head. Without moving, he smiled as the door shushed open and closed.
Vince let a small laugh cough out. "Got started without me, huh? Gonna be a long weekend, man. Gotta pace yourself."
David sat up on his elbows, and motioned with his chin where he left the bag.
"Man, I don't do coke. Who do you think I am? Marsters?"
A cloud passed over David face, like a storm brewing, and then was gone. Sunshine and puppies again. "I got an assortment. I got plans for you, sonny."
Vince let his weight shift to one side, jutting one bony hip out. His head tilted to one side slightly. "Plans? Not much for plans. I just like for shit to happen."
David filed that away for later.
Vince took a quick shower, and David had the opportunity to go through Vince's things. Except Vince didn't pack anything. All David found was the boy's wallet tossed casually on the counter in the powder area of the suite's bathroom. Several hundred dollar bills, a few condoms, four tabs of E. He was holding one in his hand, rolling the small pill between his thumb and first finger when Vince stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and rubbed his head vigorously.
"You game? Thought we'd take a few before we headed over to the bar. Could be fun."
A few? David thought. "Fuck. Why not? You wanna get something to eat?"
"I only eat on set. Cigs and booze, baby. Gotta keep chiseled." Vince grinned at David lopsidedly as he wiped down his thin chest, over his taut abs, and then slowly ran the towel down the length of his cock and back up again. "Gimmie one."
Vince lowered his lashes and let his mouth open slightly, a sigh escaping as his lips parted. David looked at his face my son for a moment before taking the two steps needed to reach the boy.
Almost instinctually, Vince let his tongue out over his lip slightly just as David was bringing his fingers up with the two pills. Vince closed his lips, but David left his hand close, his finger brushing the fullness of Vince's lower lip. The tiniest of sighs. David shook himself, muttered, "My turn," and popped two. He closed his eyes while he swallowed. When he opened them, Vince was standing directly in front of him, eyes looking up into David's.
"I'm not in a party mood yet. Well, not a 'party with lots of people' mood. Not yet." Vince brushed past David, naked, grabbed the remote and flopped on the bed, one arm over his head against the headboard, the other resting low on his belly, remote parallel to-
"Anything good to watch?"
David leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of him and smirked. "Well. I don't know. Is there?"
The pupils of Vince's eyes darkened. The remote slid down the soft flesh of his hipbone to lay at an angle next to his side on the bed. The newly freed hand found something better to hold on to.
"Take off that tee. It's only fair." Full hand wrapped around cock. Thumb stroked over and across the full, shiny head.
David reached behind his head one-handed and pulled his shirt over and off in the casual manner that men have. Vince shut his eyes for a moment, and pushed into the mattress with his hips, his hand pulled up and over, then thrust forward, fist so tight his cock was turning purple. "Dave. I need something."
David loosened one arm from across his chest, grabbed the hotel-provided container of lotion, and tossed it to the bed, where Vince caught it with his free hand neatly. David folded his arms again. Vince used his teeth to screw off the cap, spit the lid over the side of the bed, and popped the bottle onto his working-hand. He hissed as the cool lotion came in contact with his skin. He used an overhand grip to rub it over the swollen head, then slid it back underneath, thumb riding the thick vein on top. David's face remained passive.
The E was starting to kick in. Every nerve in Vince's body was humming and throbbing. He took his free hand and held the base of his cock, pushed down with the flat of his hands, fingers touching the underside of his sac and massaged them. His right hand continued stroking the shaft, hips pulsed up and down in time with the movement. Vince ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip, and as the pleasure built inside him, forgot he left it sticking out, tiny pink tip trapped between white teeth and red lips.
David ripped his eyes away from the floor show and focused on the tiny bit of pink flesh poking out of that mouth. He was aware of the dryness in his own mouth. He licked his lips, and a small groan escaped as every hair on his arms tingled and stood at attention. He wasn't aware that his thumbs, resting over his nipples while his hands were tucked away under his arms, were making small circles. All he knew was that he felt good. But he could feel better.
Vince was biting on his lower lip now, head turned to the side, eyes closed, hips continued to pump his cock into his tight fist. David pushed off from the wall with his rump, walked to the side table, grabbed the lotion, and pounded a dollop onto the flat of his hand, then rubbed it all over his fingers. Vince was too caught up in his own pleasure to make sense of what was happening. David leaned over the bed, rested his weight on one strong arm, fist lying against the boy's hip and reached between Vince's legs, the backs of his fingers grazing the tender skin of his sac. Vince shuddered into his fist, began moaning incoherent babble. David slid two fingers into Vince's tight hole and twisted.
The effect was immediate. Vince's legs shot out, loose and twitchy. His belly arched upward, left hand squeezed balls, right hand pounding up and down furiously as a high pitched wail was ripped out of his mouth. He twitched jerkily upward one last time and held his cock over his belly as his ejaculate pulsed over and into the fine hairs that curled below his navel. His head was still to the side, but his eyes were open, looking at himself and the dark-haired man who stroked the fine down of Vince's inner thigh.
After several deep breaths, Vince relaxed on the bed, one arm thrown back up and behind his head - completely oblivious to the mess on his body. He grabbed the pack of smokes that David held out to him and lit up. As he brought the lighter up to the tip, he said, "Neat trick." Inhaled. Exhaled. Pulled the imaginary piece of paper off the edge of his lip. Looked at his co-worker in the eye and with a raised eyebrow asked, "Know any more?"
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