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Entry tags: | -[jake/van]-, fanfic, fanfic: [rpf], fanfic: rating: mature, » by: bigredcrazyk |
Fic: Obsession (The Hayloft Remix Challenge)
Original poster: bigredcrazyk
Title: Obsession
Author: Kyle, aka bigredcrazyk
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sexual content and adult language
Word Count: 1,487
Summary: Jake recalls how his fetish transformed into an obsession.
Spoilers: Brief mention of Luke and Noah's first kiss and Christmas episode
Prompt: G-string
Author's Notes: This was written for the thehayloft remix challenge. The prompt was by miss_smp.
*Material under the cut not work safe!!! Includes suggestive banner before the fic.
Obsession. Webster's Dictionary defines the word as a persistent disturbing preoccupation with an often unreasonable idea or feeling. In layman's terms, it means an illogical impulse in which we have little control over or, in many cases, no desire to end said impulses. My obsession... lingerie; more pointedly, g-strings, and not just any g-string, but black, leather g-strings. Although, to call it an obsession does not begin to describe the magnitude of these lustful feelings penetrating my mind at the sight of my lover in a one. The slender curve of his hips; the contour of his ample ass cheeks accented by a thin piece of elastic string and leather is so much more gratifying than a brief. Its perfect simplicity is a satisfying tease that makes me quiver with anticipation to devour every inch of Van.
It is nearly unbearable to work so close to him knowing what lies beneath those tight jeans. Every time the director says cut I want to rip his clothes off and fuck him right there on set. What makes it even worse is the knowing smirk on Van's face; the deviant grin on the corner of his lips from putting me through such torture. I believe he does it just to ensure I give it him even harder at the end of the day. He loves a rough fucking and knows just how to get it.
But you see, I never even thought of men in a sexual way before Van. Of course, the thought crossed my mind, but it just never seemed that appealing until the day I caught Van looking at porn on his laptop. I walked into his trailer without a second thought, as I did on most afternoons when they called for lunch, and who do I find sitting at his desk, red-faced and quickly shutting his monitor?
“What are you doing?” I inquired in a coy tone. Van could only stutter in embarrassment. I don't even remember the excuse, but I do remember it being very entertaining. I laughed at him for at least a good five minutes before letting him know I was fine with it and that I, too, watch porn on the computer occasionally. I was even bold enough to ask him to show me what it was, knowing full well it was gay porn. Maybe I was just curious... I don't know, but when he flipped the monitor back up and pushed play, there was something strangely erotic about sitting next to Van and watching two young men like ourselves sucking and fucking each other. Van stayed quiet the entire time; I think he was probably turned on sitting next to another guy, and I know I would feel very uncomfortable if I were in his shoes, but I was fairly relaxed with the whole situation and would chime in with ridiculous commentary frequently.
“That guy deep-throats better than most girls I know,” or, “Damn, he's fucking the shit outta him!” At the time, I don't believe I even noticed the tightening bulge in my jeans, but looking back I was quite aroused by it all. I'm sure Van's heavy breathing in my ear only added to it. I remember wondering if Van found me attractive, but my thoughts were derailed when the guy pulled his big, monster cock out of the muscle boy's ass and ripped off his condom. Just as he was about to cum all over the other's face, there was a knock on trailer door and one of the interns called us back from lunch. Van shut his laptop quickly and we missed what I could only imagine as being one hell of a facial. We were filming Luke and Noah's first kiss that day, and we just couldn't get it down until after we came back from lunch. We kissed each other so passionately that I swear Van forgot we were shooting. Thank you Internet porn.
Then, around the time we were filming the Christmas episodes, I discovered my obsession. We'd been in the studio all day, working nearly eight hours straight, and finally Van said aloud, “Can we have a fucking thirty minute break?! I'm only getting more frustrated and forgetting my lines,” he yelled angrily. Mind you, Van never gets a temper on set, but that day it was just rough on all of us to get finished by that evening. The director let us go back to our trailers for a while. Van came to mine and we rested for a few minutes, rehearsing our lines and taking it easy, when Van spilled coffee all over his tux pants. A long line of obscenities erupted from his mouth and we tried desperately to clean him up, but after all attempts failed he decided to just take them off and put on a pair of my shorts so he could go to get another pant. He'd completely forgotten what he was wearing underneath, because the split second he dropped his pants to his ankles he palmed his forehead, muttering, “God dammit.” That was the first time I'd ever seen a guy in a g-string, and Van definitely pulled it off. Normally he'd be utterly embarrassed, but I believe he was just too upset to care.
After a moment of me staring at his perfect form in that little, leather g-string, something deep inside snapped. It was like some primal beast finally being let out of a cage after years of entrapment. I was handing him a pair of my shorts when suddenly I just attacked him. That's the only possible description of what happened that afternoon. I threw the shorts to the side, took his face in my hands, and laid one on him. That's also when I found out Van was attracted to me, because there were no objections coming from his end. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and let me have my way with his lips and tongue.
This is when things begin to get harder to remember. I do recall slamming him up against the wall, pinning his arms above his head, and kissing him as deeply as I could. But then I have no idea when Van dropped to his knees and took out my hard dick. His soft, pouty lips engulfed my erect member and he gave me fellatio for a few minutes. I remember that as vividly as standing here now, but then somehow a condom came into the picture, and before I knew it I was fucking him into the small sofa in my trailer. He was bent over the arm, his g-string still on; the elastic strap down his crack just moved over to the side, and my cock was sliding in and out of his tight, hot hole at an alarming pace. I'd never fucked anyone that hard before because of my size, but Van took it all and loved every second of it. “Harder, harder!” he would shout and moan and whimper and groan as he bucked backwards, impaling himself as he met every one of my hammering thrusts. I came in the condom twice within fifteen minutes, erect the entire time. I reached around Van and pushed the leather pouch containing his genitals aside before I jerked him off, still fucking him with as much force as I could. He shot jizz everywhere within moments of me wrapping my fingers around his dick. I was so turned on by it that that was when I came the second time.
We didn't even have time to discuss what had happened before we cleaned up and raced back to the set, stopping only to get Van a new pair of pants so we could finish filming for the day. As soon as we got off we went to grab something to eat and went back to my place. It was strange because of the lack of awkwardness between us that evening. But then again, we only had one thing on our minds. It took no time at all to start up again after we finished eating, and we fucked for hours. I was surprised to find Van so willing to let me screw him with his g-string on. Apparently he was as kinky as me, and that was certainly fine with me. Ever since then, we have sex often and more times than not he has on a g-string while I penetrate him. It is almost to the point where I can't get off unless he's wearing one. My fetish rapidly turned into an addicting obsession that I just can't control. But Van indulges my fantasies and I do the same for him, so I suppose it isn't as bad as one might think. Hang around long enough and I might just tell you Van's obsession...