miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-10-06 00:27:00 |
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Current location: | my living room |
Current mood: | anxious |
Entry tags: | -[jake/van]-, fanfic, fanfic: [rpf], fanfic: rating: mature, ยป by: greyhound798 |
Fic: Losing Control
Original poster: greyhound798
Title: Losing Control
Chapter 1
Author: greyhound798
Rating: R (but not to worry, the good stuff is coming)
Pairing: Jake/Van
Word Count: 1060
Summary: No spoilers..sigh..if only. Includes the filming of the long-awaited love scene and flashbacks of the events leading up to the deed. And, unlike the show, there will be plenty of NC17 sex.
Notes: This story was just waiting to be told. I don't have any specfic # of chapters planned, I'm just going with the flow. I have written a lot of Nuke fic but this is my first time writing Van/Jake so your comments are definitely appreciated. All mistakes are my own.
No Way. Not working.
Van’s arms and legs trembled with the effort of keeping himself from touching Jake…there.
“Van, what the hell are you doing?” Jake whispered.
“Oh what the fuck? Cut!!! Van??? There is no Van here on this set!”
Goutman’s voice rang out so loudly the entire crew jumped. Well, what there was of a crew. This was a rarity…a closed set. And the reason for this phenomenon? Luke and Noah’s first love scene, finally. Van and Jake knew it was coming and shrugged it off as just another kissing scene followed by a whipping off of shirts and then....fade to commercial. Both guys highly doubted the scenes would be explicit so they were lulled into a false sense of security. And no matter what, they figured being such close friends, it wouldn’t be awkward.
Wrong.
It was hell on earth. Jake’s face looked tortured, Van’s body was stiff with anxiety.
Van carefully climbed off the bed, taking the sheet with him and quickly wrapped it around his naked ass, in the process leaving Jake’s crotch uncovered.
“Jesus Christ Van!” Mortified, Jake reached down to the floor and whipped the forgotten quilt over his lap. But it was too late. The entire crew was treated to Jake’s reaction to Van’s kisses. Making it much, much worse was the fact the two men were wearing very, very little. Naked except for the drawstring pouches covering the family jewels.
How the show got permission to tape these bare-ass shots, Van and Jake didn’t know but it had thrown them into a panic. A few weeks ago, Goutman called them into his office and revealed that Luke and Noah would be consummating their love onscreen in a revealing scene written by the big man himself.
“So get your asses to the gym. I want the fans to get their money’s worth. They’ve been waiting a very long time and I don’t want to see love handles,” and looking pointedly at Van, “you, no detours to Barnes and Noble. Jake, I’ll hold you personally responsible if he slacks off. I don’t care that you’ll be on vacation. Call him, text him but keep him in line.”
Van had just one question. “Please tell me I don’t have to wax?” Jake smothered a chuckle. Van absolutely hated hearing “Your chest is too hairy”, which necessitated a trip to the sadistic bitch who got off on ripping every chest hair from its' follicle.
“Baby, don’t worry I’ll hold your hand just like the last time.” Jake ducked as Van threw his water bottle.
“You're an asshole. If I have to go, you’re having it done too.”
“OK. Sure. No problem…my whole 10 hairs I’ve got goin’ on.”
Goutman interrupted. “Excuse me…go bicker on your own time. Any more questions?” Both guys shook their heads no. “One last thing. I want you to work extra hard on those butt cheeks. I managed to get the show to agree to a couple of bare-ass shots so both of you will be wearing that little sock thing over your dicks. Now get the hell out of here.”
Speechless, Jake shook his head. “Oh no. No way.” At the same time Van started to laugh.
“Get out! Now!” The producer snarled.
Van pushed Jake out the door as quickly as possible and dragged him down the hall. Once they were back in their dressing room, Jake dropped onto the daybed, proceeded to swear a blue streak, all the while looking like he was ready to puke.
“What the fuck is this shit? Bare-ass? I didn’t sign up for this. Tell me I’m dreaming. Van? I can’t do it! I just can’t.” Jake hung his head in his hands, his breath coming out in fast little spurts.
Coming up behind him, Van hesitantly put a hand on his back and began to rub. “Why not? I’ve seen your ass. You have nothing to worry about. I’m the one who has to work on making mine presentable for the cameras.” He secretly smiled at the thought of Jake’s naked ass. “The fans will go ape-shit.” And so will I.
Jake lifted his eyes and implored “You have to get Goutman to change the scene.” Because I cannot be naked on a bed with you. My cock will not understand.
Lately Jake had been noticing his feelings toward Van were verging on the inappropriate. He realized he needed to do some serious thinking on his vacation. About his love life or lack thereof, his feelings for Van and what they meant to him as a supposed straight man.
“We might as well accept it. You know he never listens to us and once it’s written, it’s in stone, especially something this momentous. He must have done some fancy talking to get the show to agree to have us practically naked considering the AFA has had their balls in a knot for months now.” Van examined Jake’s face, curious as to why he was so freaked out.
“Jake, it will be business as usual. We can do this. It’s not like we’re really attracted to each other, right? It’s called acting.”
Jake, embarrassed beyond belief, stuttered “I know that, Van, but shit! Bare-ass? In front of the crew? What if I can’t help my reaction when you’re lying on top of me?”
Never in a million years did Van expect to hear those words. So that’s what Jake was worried about, being naked with him!
Jake clapped a hand over his mouth, just now realizing how damning his confession sounded. Oh shit, Van will never let that comment pass.
“What the hell do you mean by that? Since when do you feel anything remotely sexual with a guy? Am I missing something here?”
Only that Jake had been feeling sexual toward men….no, towards Van….ever since their hugging scene in Emma’s kitchen. The close full-body hug had brought a groan to his lips, one he couldn’t hide and was recorded on tape for all the fans to gush over. Thank God the hug was interrupted because Jake’s reaction to the closeness swiftly made itself known and he would have died, absolutely died, if Van had felt him getting hard.
“Van…” Jake was at a loss. He rose slowly, removed hand from mouth but the words forming on his lips were inadequate to describe how he felt about his best friend, causing him to stand there with his mouth moving but no sound coming out.
He was so not ready to have this conversation.