miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-10-11 03:05:00 |
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Fic: Losing Control
Original poster: greyhound798
Title: Losing Control
Chapter 2
Author: greyhound798
Rating: R
Pairing: Jake, Van
Word count: 1736
Summary: Flashback...rehearsal for love scene. The boys get a little more than they bargained for.
Notes: I do not own Van and Jake. Complete fabrication, never happened. All mistakes are my own...LOL...hopefully there aren't many.
“I have to go.” Jake practically knocked Van over in his rush to the door. Except Van stuck out his hand and grabbed, managed to hook his fingers in Jake’s belt loop and pulled hard. As he came to a halt with his back to Van, Jake stared at the door, refusing to turn around and acknowledge the situation. “Let go of me. I said I need to leave.”
Van spun him around and waited. And waited. For some sort of explanation for his weird behavior. Finally Jake sighed and raised his eyes.
“You’re not going to drop this, are you?”
“No, I’m not. What the hell is the problem?”
“The problem is I’m embarrassed, OK? My only romantic love scene involved Alex and during taping, I had to take myself out of the moment or risk a boner on set. But it worked because the scene needed to be awkward. Only for us, it has to look real.”
“So we can do real. It’s not much more than we’ve been doing now except without clothes.”
Jake rolled his eyes in exasperation. “You’re missing the point.”
“Which is?” Now Van was getting annoyed.
“I can’t detach myself like I did with Alex. We need to make it look believable, not awkward. I have no idea how my body will respond if we’re frigging naked! My cock is not going to care if I’m lying on a woman or a man. It’s just going to react! And then what? If we’re wearing stupid little jewel bags, where’s a fucking hard-on going to fit, huh? Tell me!” Jake sighed. “All the kisses have been no problem”..much..”but this…..it’s going to take everything I have in me to pull off this scene.”
Van glared at him with arms folded, slightly pissed. “Do you think you’re the only one freaking out here? I have the same worries about doing a bed scene with you too. I’m not made of stone”..much..”but you make it sound like torture. I do take a shower and brush my teeth.”
But silently, he was, without doubt, freaking out. So many times Van had to back off when hugging or kissing him so Jake wouldn’t feel the throbbing bulge in his co-star’s jeans. Day-dreaming, he recalled his nervousness being crotch-to-crotch during the “Hello Noah, Hello Luke” shirt ripping scene but the jig was almost up when rehearsing with Jake reading Ameera’s good-bye letter. Lying on the bed, Van tried to keep some space between them but frigging Goutman was screaming “Get closer! Look like boyfriends who were just given permission to fuck like rabbits.” They both had groaned and rolled their eyes but did as they were told, moving so they were practically on top of one another. The next scene wasn’t so bad. Van had to unbutton Jake’s shirt and it proceeded smoothly until Van fumbled with the buttons and started to snicker.
“God damn it!!! Hansis! It’s a simple action. I know you’ve unbuttoned shirts before. Now do it again.”
Jake stood with a smirk on his face while Van re-buttoned his shirt and they tried again. The scene was very intense and Van and Jake both found themselves getting caught up in the emotions. Van was mesmerized by the real desire in Jake’s eyes and followed his lead.
“Is that why my heart is beating so fast?”
“Just breathe..”
Just breathe? Saying those words, his hands caressing Jake’s face and the anticipation of kissing him in the next scene, Van’s heart was pounding out of his chest. As soon as the scene was over, he quickly walked away. Jake faltered for a second, trying to get his bearings and followed Van off set.
“Is there a problem, Van? I tried to make it as believable as I could. It’s just hard, you know?”
If Jake only knew what was hard, he’d lie down and die. Van laughed to himself. Believable? That scene just drew feelings out of him that were fucking unbelievable. His nerves were already shot and they still had to kiss. Sighing, he faced Jake.
“You did fine. I’m just a little on edge. Goutman is being a dick today so let’s try to get the kiss the first time, One-take Jake.” The humor served to lessen the tension in the air and Jake groaned at the old and decrepit nickname.
“Stop it! You know I hate that name.” Jake reached out and whacked his arm, goofing around.
Too soon, it was time for the kiss. Van climbed on the bed and Jake followed. Getting back into position, Van’s fingers stroking his cheek, Jake saying his lines, Van melting into a puddle of need and want so strong….then Jake kissed him. Really, really kissed him. Complete with that breathy little moan. Van’s cock forgot all about the set, the lighting, the crew and responded in a nanosecond. But before Van could sink further into his fantasy, loud knocking brought him back into the present and he stopped cold. The scene wrapped, Jake never knew the raging hard-on he caused by saying “I’m so in love with you” and Van’s secret was safe yet again.
“Whoa! Hansis! Are you with me?”
Tiger eyes met the brightest sapphires.
“What did you say?”
“Jesus. You were day-dreaming. Can you pay attention here? How are we going to play this so we’re not sporting erections for the whole crew to gossip about?”
“Jake, I’m a writer. I day-dream all the time. And I don’t think it’s going to happen. You’re getting all bent out of shape over nothing.” And I so hope I don’t go straight to hell for lying. “If you want to rehearse and see what happens, fine. I’ll do it.”
“Rehearse?” Jake, horrified at the thought, tried to think of a way out. “Never mind. I’ll get over it. I’m just having jitters.
Van nailed him with a look. “You’re afraid.”
“Damn right I’m afraid. I know we’re friends and all but this shit is getting too up close and personal.” Jake’s gaze skittered all over the room, anywhere but on Van.
Van silently observed his behavior and sighed. “Ok why don’t we just try lying down on the daybed here.” Spying Jake’s panicked expression, his laidback demeanor vanished. “God damn it! I am not going to attack you. You need to relax. Don’t you trust me?” And then again Jake, you are a smart boy, maybe you shouldn’t.
“Of course I trust you. I don’t trust myself.” Not in the least little bit.
With loaded words hanging between them, Jake walked over to the daybed and sat at the very edge. Van stood uncertainly, not sure whether he wanted to be top or bottom. Jake took the decision out of his hands and lay back on the denim covered mattress.
Van turned, sauntered over to the door, shut and locked it. “I don’t think you want anyone walking in on us. It would be so very hard to explain.”
The sight of Jake lying there went straight to his head. Beautiful but not real. This, what they were going to do, is not real. But it’s amazing no matter how many times you tell your body it’s not, it damn well feels real.
“So…. I’ll start by kneeling next to you and then I can roll over…” Van’s breath exploded in a grunt as he was pulled down by greedy hands until their bodies were touching from chest to toes.
“Just get it over with. OK. So far so good. We’re touching and nothing is rising.”
Van burst out laughing. “Wow Silbermann! That was so romantic. Tell me more!” He wiggled a little bit to see if he could get that “rise” out of Jake, just to bust his balls. In return, he got a whack on the ass.
“I know what you’re doing. Now cut the shit and get on with it. OK I guess we should kiss. I’m sure Goutman will want hotter kisses than we’ve been doing lately. Are you going to stick your tongue in my mouth? Tell me now so I’m prepared…..”
“Jake?”
“What?”
“Shut up.” Van leaned down and pressed his lips to Jake’s. Slowly, Jake’s fingers slid up into Van’s hair as he tilted his head for a better angle. Damn. Why did they always have this idiotic problem?
“Van. Stop.”
“Now what?”
“We need to work on this. Enough with the awkward angles. We are supposed to be boyfriends and the viewers will assume we’ve kissed enough to know what the hell we’re doing. Why is it so difficult? I tilt my head one way, you tilt yours the other. It’s not rocket science.”
“You know what? You’re a pain in my ass. Fine. Pick a direction, Mr. Noah Mayer, big-time director.”
Jake snickered at his affronted attitude. It was akin to saying Van couldn’t kiss. And it was a sore point with him as Van didn’t want to look too accomplished at kissing guys because it fueled the vultures that were ready and waiting to gobble up any hint of his orientation. Jake was perceived as a straight arrow so the rag mags left him alone. Even though he never had a public date with a woman, the press dismissed his sexuality as a non-issue and instead badgered Van to the point where he went to all events with Jake, Alex or Elena.
“OK when our lips touch, tilt your head towards the wall. That way your mouth will be visible from this side of the bed. Oh and do that eyes, lips, eyes thing. The fans love it.” Jake took a deep breath and waited for Van to lean in. In the back of his mind, he realized his cock was behaving. No hard-on activity as of yet.
Van bent down again, following directions, angling his head toward the wall and felt Jake’s soft breath, a second before his mouth touched the perfect bow, drawing Van’s top lip down into the silky wetness, sucking on it. Van’s heart stopped….then raced…and he let out a breathy little moan. The feel of Jake’s tongue rubbing his lip was so fucking hot, Van gave in…to the wanting, the craving, the clawing-to-get-out need. Knowing he was going to regret this, he pulled his lip away and hungrily stared at Jake, naked desire written all over his face, his cock instantly hard.
Breathless, Jake whispered “Just like that.”