(actor), Christian Bale/Sean Bean, have you no limits? (1/2)
The first time, Christian grabs Sean and pushes him face-first into the wall, pinning the back of his neck with one hand while working Sean's jeans down with the other. It's fast and brutal, condom but no lube, and if Sean thinks it's because Christian's trying to hurt him, he's right.
Christian doesn't know what Sean's thinking, because he doesn't ask. He walks away after, leaving Sean sweating and breathing hard against the wall.
But the next time he runs into Sean, Sean meets his eyes and holds them. That look on his face is anything but scared, certainly not intimidated. Sean's not the pushy type--Christian knows that already--but Christian suspects he can correctly interpret that look as a challenge.
So the second time it's rougher yet, Sean on his back on the floor of Christian's living room, Christian straddling Sean's shoulders and fucking his mouth until Sean chokes for him. Until Sean chokes and his eyes squeeze shut and his hands come up to Christian's thighs, gripping them hard--
--but not pushing Christian away. If anything, he's holding him right where he is.
Christian finishes with a few more heavy thrusts and comes down Sean's throat, then stands up. He buttons his jeans up and nudges at Sean with the toe of one boot.
"Roll over."
Sean rolls. He isn't even coughing, but Christian can hear the rasp of his breath in the darkness.
"Fifteen minutes and then I want you gone."
He doesn't look to see if Sean nods or anything like that; he turns on his heel and heads for his bedroom.
Fifteen minutes later, there's no sign Sean was ever even here.
The third time Christian pulls Sean onto his lap in front of a mirror, jerking Sean off nice and slow, cock up Sean's arse, free hand roaming Sean's body--twisting his nipples, wrapping around his throat, reaching down to cup and squeeze his balls. Sean has his hands on the mirror, and his eyes are staring right into his reflection's eyes, with no hint of fear or shame.
This time Christian forces him to come. There's no discussion, no permission or order, he just sets his hands to work and keeps going until Sean's sprayed the lower half of the mirror with his come, and still he's looking right in his own eyes, not blinking for a second.
Christian's fantasizing about Sean on his hands and knees, naked, face wet with tears, mouth on Christian's boots, before he manages to make himself come.
So the fourth time that's what he tries for. He gets Sean on all fours; that part's easy. He gets Sean naked; that's easy, too. Sean takes to boot worship like he's never done it but has always wanted to, all earnest licking and moaning, grateful kisses.
Christian pushes Sean over on his back and sucks him off, and Sean lies flat with his hands laced under his neck, not even trying to rock his hips up. Christian's not sure if his technique's off or what--nobody should have that kind of control--so he goes to Bill's place with Sean's come still flavoring his mouth, and he's on his knees and pulling Bill's cock out before Bill can even say hello, and from the way Bill stumbles back to brace himself against the couch and then grips Christian's hair, riding Christian's face and cursing until he's hoarse, Christian's pretty sure his technique is fine.
Sean looks peaceful the next time Christian sees him, stretched out on the floor--on the floor, God--with one knee cocked up at the ceiling and his hands laced behind his neck again.