Warning: RPS (Real Persons Slash)
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Summary: Jimmy always seems so small compared to Dave that he wonders if he also looks that thin splayed across Dave on the bed. His big hands dwarf them, hold them in place and tug and twist them as he wants them. Vince likes that tugging, enjoys those big hands tangled up in his long hair and the feel of it all the way down to his spine when David twists his head to the side for a better angle. When Dave pulls his neck up to make him curve his back, his ass in the air and Dave deep inside. Dave likes to hold Vince high and watch Jimmy kiss him, lick his neck and tangle their tongues.
Story Notes:
porny Vince POV
I wanted distraction and did a drabble request; Kita requested RPS.
James Marsters played Spike in Joss Whedon’s Buffy and Angel series. Vincent Kartheiser played Connor, Angel and Darla’s son in Angel the series. David Boreanaz played Angel.
Originally posted 2006-05-30
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Vince likes to stay in the background, hang back and watch the other two. Watch how they look at each other when they think no one notices, the way their bodies shift and turn, a language that changes with time. Not that Vince have known them for that very long, but he researched his show — gotta play it smart when you land the role of the hero’s son. Following the characters that were created in that other series, watched how Jimmy and David have changed.
Now Jimmy no longer has to look anorexic, cause he’s reached that stage where too thin junkie-lookalike show the age lines too clearly. David on the other hand is doped up on hospital drugs, not the fun kind, and he’s obviously uncomfortable with it. It’s not the pain that’s the worst. That he’s learned how to mask and get through a day of shooting without Angel looking clearly wrecked and not being able to stand. The goddamn slow waiting for the knee to heal is a good second though. Dave’s always been a jock and being forced to sit on his ass… never a good combo. But it’s the drugs that medicate him into something about as graceful as a hippo — that’s what he hates the most.
But Jimmy don’t care, neither does Vince.
They make sure to prove it to Dave more than once. A blow-job before he’s to have a particular long shoot to deal with, and twice the helping hands in the shower afterwards. Or stacking up that knee on a pile of pillows and a bottle of massage oil, kisses and licks and fingers curling inside slowly and deeply and coaxing a mellow orgasm that makes it easier to sleep.
The only spoil him now cause they miss having him like he usually is. It’s strange not to expect him to do most of the hard work in bed. Not that Jimmy or Vince lie back and think of England, but they’re used to Dave running the show.
One of those special days when they have the time and place, Vince likes to watch even more, to study them as they move around each other to their own current. Tug and pull of desire, and fear - of getting caught or tangled to deep into whatever web they’re weaving. Dave has that particular pull on people, where you want to be close and in his sights, but only a choice few gets to taste that power for real.
Vince is one of them and Dave likes to tower above him and have him on his knees. Kiss and bite those soft lips into lipstick red, and then push him down and watch his cock slide in and out. Have Vince’s long fingered hands play with his balls, roll them softly in his hands, and a soft hold across Dave’s hips as anchor. In and out through cherry red lips, nostrils flaring for air and deeper and deeper on every stroke. Dark eyelashes in half circles and flushed skin to mark when he comes. Pull that long hair from eyes wide from excitement, rosy cheeks with pearly drops and tongue still licking him clean.
Vince likes playing Angel’s boy, cause he gets to play behind the scenes as well. Power always suited David well.
Jimmy is another that gets to share the wealth of that attribute. Him and David are more entwined than they like to admit. Vince gets to see this played out often but he knows not to say anything and lets them lie to themselves, perhaps they’re better off that way. It’s not Vince’s place to ask too many questions. Jimmy’s definitely deeper than he allows himself to feel, junkie for the broad hands, sure touch and strength of Dave’s body. Oh yes, Jimmy always comes back for more.
Now when they play they always have Dave and his knee in the back of their minds, finding positions that won’t tire him too fast or cause him pain. Because David sucks at telling when he’s not fine, and he hates even more if they ask him about it. So Jimmy and Vince have a well rehearsed repertoire how to bend and twist around David to make the best out of it without seeming too obvious about it. If he has a good day he can fuck Vince standing by the bed while Vince blows Jimmy. Or the other way around, none of them are very particular as long as they get their share of the fun. But Vince has always been very … oral about things, while Jimmy-boy has the knack and thigh muscles to give you a Kentucky Derby-class ride.
But if Vince would get to choose he definitely likes it best when David allows himself to relax. Nowadays it’s been a while with Dave’s knee and all, but they’ll catch up the slack later. A little smoke and alcohol in his system, a house or room to themselves and Vince really gets to watch them in action.
Jimmy always seems so small compared to Dave that he wonders if he also looks that thin splayed across Dave on the bed. His big hands dwarf them, hold them in place and tug and twist them as he wants them. Vince likes that tugging, enjoys those big hands tangled up in his long hair and the feel of it all the way down to his spine when David twists his head to the side for a better angle. When Dave pulls his neck up to make him curve his back, his ass in the air and Dave deep inside. Dave likes to hold Vince high and watch Jimmy kiss him, lick his neck and tangle their tongues.
On those softer days they have their own game to make everybody happy, so that all three gets to taste and fuck and cling to sheets dirty and tussled. …
Vince sits next to them on the big bed, comfortably propped up with pillows against the wall, his dick out of his pants. Hard and dusky red at the tip, his hand slowly stroking as his eyes take them in. Tanned on light, bulky on lean and their moans makes him shudder in pleasure and he releases his grip and slows down not to get done too fast. Vince likes listening to their desire, if they’re quiet he doesn’t enjoy it as much. Which is why these weekends are extra fine. Drunk and fuzzy they don’t care about sounds. Knowing they’re in an empty house and don’t have to think about the bed slamming into the wall or that gurgling moan Jimmy does when Dave sinks into him, breaches him wide open and Jimmy’s legs trembling to keep wide enough. Aching to stretch on all sides to get the legs out of the way, have Dave closer and deeper, and never deep enough.
Watching those strong thighs, ass clenching and lean hips pistoning, is making things inside Vince clench and ache to have Dave splitting him open and hitting deep inside. Vince holds his heavy balls away from his body with one hand, his other gliding easily up and down on sweat and precome, and wondering about joining in their tangle of tongues. But right now it’s just them, and he don’t want to interfere.
When Jimmy comes with a a shout his fingers are clenched tight around the steel bars of the headboard. Somehow Jimmy makes that curl of his body underneath Dave look comfortable, and right in place where he’s supposed to be. He’s panting, slick with sweat and Dave almost seems to be vibrating, still buried deep inside Jimmy’s body but hasn’t come yet. Leaning back, thighs still splayed wide around Jimmy’s lean hips and they both turn and look at Vince hunger and pleasure mixed in their eyes. The wicked smile on Dave’s face is making Vince moan. That little boy sound that he can’t help and that always revs up Jimmy. When Jimmy stretches out his arm and curls his fingers, it’s an easy come hither that Vinnie never could deny. Letting go of his cock, Vince crawls on his hands and knees over to them. His cock is so hard it leaves a shiny trail over the soft downy hairs on his belly, a tickle of pleasure with every move his body makes.
Dave moves back and slips out of Jimmy, who stretches his thighs out on the bed with a soft sound of loss. Leaning on his side Dave makes room for Vince who dips his head and nuzzles into Jimmy’s sweaty hand. He strokes Vince’s flushed cheeks before he winds the soft waves around his long fingers, stroking and scratching his neck before pulling him up. Vince already open for Jimmy’s deep kisses, tongue stroking softly and nipping at his lips, reddened and wet and slack with desire. The hand tightening, one more burning kiss before he pushes him down. Vince compliant and soft, licking the traces off Jimmy’s stomach. Pearls of come dotting the waxed chest, tasting sweat, salt and bitter fluids. Hand still in his hair, but it’s because they both enjoy it, it’s not needed to keep him in place. Vince likes this, likes how both of them taste, likes the look on their faces as he splays his thin body wide across Jimmy, licking the skin wet, circling dark nipples and biting down to make sure he feels him. Knowing Dave’s behind him, he rears up to pull his pants down, nails scratching on heated skin, wriggling and he can’t get out of the worn jeans fast enough. When he’s finally escaped them, panting and struggling to go back to tracing Jimmy’s skin, nuzzling into his belly and biting the soft skin. He’s making Jimmy growl and twist his hair harder.
It hurts.
It’s good.
It takes his mind off the trembling in his thighs, the expectation and need rolling through him, wishing Dave would just touch him already.
When he does it’s with a slap on his ass for moving, fingers digging bruises into slim hips and stubble burn along his spine. Dave brushing his stubbly cheek on tender skin stretched over knobby spine, marking him like a cat and hot hands spreading his thighs wide, making him dip forward, leaning his sweaty forehead on Jimmy’s panting chest.
Thick slippery fingers swiftly slicking him up, before the blunt cock breaches him. Making him forget himself and bite down on whatever his sweaty cheek is resting on, Jimmy’s shout and sharp tug on his hair brings him back immediately. He soothes the stinging bite with his tongue as he forces himself to breathe, to clench his fingers in the sheets on both sides of Jimmy and not grab his cock. Dave doesn’t like that. Doesn’t want him moving, except arching his back, apple cheeked ass on display for his fingers to bruise and grab. But Vince happily twists and bends any way and any how Dave wants him, cause he makes him feel like he’s burning liquid. Like he’s ready to explode from that itching hot burn inside, that tingle cross nerves from head to toe that makes his body forget anything but the sensation. His entire body shifts over Jimmy, pushed hard and pulled back by punishing strokes and strong arms. His hair hanging down his face in sweaty tangles and Jimmy’s eyes bright and lips a shiny red beneath him. He bends a touch more and they kiss, it’s sloppy and an uncoordinated hit and miss intertwined with Dave’s deep fucking that makes the bed groan and slap against the wall. But it’s wet and hot and makes his head spin in a good way.
When Dave comes it’s with a long deep groan that makes his entire body shudder, the wide shoulders splayed wide over both of them and his teeth in Vince’s shoulder. Vince fights not to come because the best part is yet to come and he doesn’t want to finish before it.
Once Dave’s gets his bearings back he hauls Vince up with him, splayed across Dave’s powerful thighs, his cock still in him and his chest tight against Vince’s back. He grabs Vince’s arms and curl them around his neck, stretching him wide and empty for Jimmy’s eyes. Dave’s voice in his ear, whispering filthy things that makes him shiver and shake and when finally Jimmy touches him Vince’s already sobbing.
A tight fist around his cock, once, twice and Vince is coming so hard his body is spasming in Dave’s sure grip. It’s Jimmy’s soft kisses across his sweaty and tear stained face that slowly makes him come down, melting down into the bedding and feeling like he’s nothing but skin and sleepy muscles. He falls asleep like that, heated bodies around him with only a sheet to cover them. Sated and tired and tomorrow’s yet to come.
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