Fic: Encore, Bradam

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Written for the teamcockbert's "101 places to fornicate" fic meme, prompt: On stage.

Bradam, graphic sex, not betaed but cleaned up and slightly tweaked from what I wrote in the comments.

1810 words.


Adam enjoys sex. Adam is broke. Adam was just thrown, rather forcefully, out of his ex's place. Adam's ex was also his boss, so Adam? Adam doesn't even have his crappy bar tending job anymore.

"You're fucked in the head," is what Tommy tells him, but Adam doesn't really see the harm in it. He gets sex, he gets to entertain his exhibitionist side, and on top of it, he gets paid.

Cassidy thinks it's a very important and innovatively daring piece of art and tries to steal Adam's part by innocently dropping by to pick Adam up for a lunch date one day, wearing tiny briefs, a leather harness and little else.

Adam lets him pay for lunch, and although Cassidy gets the phone number of both producers and the director, he doesn't get the part. (Adam is only a little smug.)

*

Adam has exactly three meetings with the producers and the director. The first one is his audition, which is basically him talking about his favorite positions and getting super worked up --- the two producers (Marc and Will) and the director (Joe) tells him to get himself off and he does, because hey, if he's gonna have to fuck someone in front of hundreds of people, he can jerk off in front of three.

He's barely zipped up before the part is his.

*

The second meeting is about his 'co-star. Apparently, Adam won't get to see the guy until the night of, but Marc meticulously writes down everything Adam says about his type and the boys he's dated (fucked) in the past, and what things turn him on.

The third meeting is all direction, although there's really not much of it. Joe talks with his hands a lot, and accidentally slaps Adam in the face four times and uses the words 'organic' and 'flow' too much but Adam gets the gist: walk on stage. There will be a guy on stage, they have four lines each, and then they fuck.

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Cassidy puts Adam on a raw diet the week before and rudely pulls him out of bed every morning at six to go running but Adam doesn't say anything since Cassidy is giving him food and board for free. Also, he can admit that he looks pretty awesome.

Despite this, Adam would be lying if he said he wasn't a little nervous. What if people laugh? What if he's not attracted to the guy they've chosen? What if, god forbid, he can't get it up? He would die of humiliation, and worse, never get a date in LA ever again.

Brad has made sure that the entire first row is made up of friendly faces and Adam fucking loves him to pieces when he pulls shit like that.

He's standing in the wings and he can hear people talking and laughing, and then the hush and applause when Joe goes on stage and talks about his vision for ten minutes.

And then Adam walks out on stage and nearly forgets his lines because motherfuck he is going to kill that little shit.

Adam wants to sit down and like, talk it out, but Brad, it seems, has other plans. He rushes them through the lines and tears at Adam's clothes and then Adam's brain is back on line - this he can do - this he has done a million times before.

Brad is impatient, and tugs at Adam's shirt, pants, his fingers catching in Adam's hair and his teeth nipping at Adam's skin, and Adam just wants to slow everything down.

He pushes at Brad's collar and sucks a bruise to his neck and Brad throws his head back, arches his back and rolls his hips against Adam's.

Adam closes his eyes and slowly sinks to his knees, nuzzling and mouthing at Brad's chest, belly, groin, hip and knee as he goes. He hooks his thumb in the elastic waistband of Brad's leggings and drags them down to his knees and Brad toes them the rest of the way off, kicking them to the edge of the stage.

The stage --- Adam looks out but is blinded by the bright lights and he looks back to Brad - Brad who, predictably didn't wear anything under his leggings and who is hard and smirking down at Adam like the cocky little fucker he is.

Adam grabs him by the hips and sucks his cock into his mouth and Brad moans and grabs fistfuls of Adam's hair.

Adam's always loved Brad's cock, it's always felt like it was made just for him - it fits so perfectly in his mouth and Adam just goes for it, taking it deepdeepdeep, messy and with more defiance than skill, and he can feel his spit; slick on his chin against Brad's balls.

Brad pulls and pushes at his head, yanks at his hair and Adam digs his fingers into Brad's slim hips, feeling muscle and sinew under the skin.

Tiny tremors and Brad pulls Adam's head in close, his nails digging into the back of Adam's head and Adam gags, coughs and swallows around Brad who sinks down to his knees next to Adam and licks his own come from Adam's lips.

Adam kisses Brad hard and pushes him down on his back.

Adam fucking loves how limber Brad is, he just goes smoothly with only Adam's hand supporting him right where his back dimples and dips.

Brad spreads his legs and arches his back so hard that Adam's breath catches in his throat; no one has ever had the kind of impact on him that Brad does, it's like his dick is wired to respond to every single thing Brad does, no matter how small or contrived it is.

Brad stretches his legs out, then puts his feet flat on the floor, legs bent and spread and Adam surges forward into the wide vee between them.

Adam rubs up against Brad, and Brad throws his head back, moans.

It's been years since he and Brad have touched like this but this they always knew how to do. Even when they hated each other, or were disappointed in each other or heartbroken, this they knew how to do, and frankly, no one has ever turned Adam on like Brad.

Adam nuzzles at Brad's neck, bares his teeth against his earlobe, bites at his jaw and Brad's fingers scrabble for purchase on the worn, wooden floorboards of the stage.

Adam thrusts against Brad, again and again and again, hard cocks leaving wet trails on their bellies and Brad is moaning, groaning, whimpering --- Adam did always love how loud and unashamed Brad was.

Brad groans and lifts his hips to meet Adam and says, "Fuck me, you bastard just fucking fuck me already," breathless and wanton and there's nothing in the entire world Adam wants to do more than that.

He sits back on his haunches and guides Brad's legs back and up, and Brad grabs his ankles and tilts his ass up so it's right in Adam's line of sight.

Brad's tight little hole is pink and a little puffy and it glistens in the sharp light and Adam moans - it's unfair, really, how well Brad knows his turn-ons.

"I'm ready, I'm good, I did all the work for you, just come on," Brad says, and Adam never could say no to a boy who was begging for it.

Adam pushes two fingers into Brad who moans, and spreads his legs wide as you please, and Adam presses back in with three fingers, spreading them and investigating every little thing he can feel inside. Brad moans and grunts, pushes his hips back to meet Adam's fingers, and pants out a litany of "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, motherfucker just come on," and Adam pulls his slick fingers out, and strokes himself once, twice, before sinking into Brad in one, steady thrust.

Brad keens and arches up, taut and beautiful and Adam allows himself a long look before hooking Brad's ankles over his shoulders, planting his hands flat on the floor next to Brad's face, and pushing close to Brad, bending him smoothly in half.

Brad is panting harshly and Adam looks him in the eyes and fucks.

Driving into Brad so hard that Adam has to hold on to him, fucking into him so deep it makes Brad dig his nails into the floorboards so hard that Adam think he hears them splinter.

Brad is yelling, screaming out words, obscenities, nonsense; clawing at the floorboards, scratching Adam wherever he can reach, pushing back on Adam's cock as much as he can, clenching down hard --- Adam remembers this. Remembers doing this so many, many times before, and he loses himself in it, the memories of them, of Brad and he just grunts and groans and fucks until Brad's thighs tremble under him, and Brad is whimpering, almost sobbing with the need for release.

"Adam, Adam, Adam," he begs, "I need it, I need to come, pleasepleaseplease," and Adam reaches between them to Brad's cock and jerks him in time with his thrusts and Brad sucks in a sharp breath, tenses --- and comes, warm and wet, all over Adam's hand.

He keeps fucking, hips like a jackhammer, and he keeps jerking Brad through the aftershocks.
Brad's legs have fallen wide open, and he's drawing, shallow, shuddery breaths, little whimpering sounds escapes him as Adam keeps working his sensitive cock.

Adam can feel it building, can feel the lick of white hot heat along his spine, and his hips stutter, his balls tighten and he comes inside Brad, comes and comes and comes, his knees buckle and he collapses onto Brad.

There's a beat, and then applause and Adam closes his eyes against it. He had --- he had forgotten, actually, that this was all for show, had forgotten the hundreds of people down there, had forgotten that it was projectors that highlighted the sheen of sweat on Brad's golden skin and that they weren't just the two of them.

He feels a little sad, a little melancholic - he and Brad had avoided falling into bed together too many times as exes, since they had put real effort into their friendship, and he doesn't want all that effort to have been ruined, now.

"Shhh, shhh," Brad says, muffled by Adam's shoulder, "we're fine, baby we're better than fine I promise, we'll talk about this later," and Adam can't help the small flare of hope in his heart.

Then he's brought back to the here and now as Brad runs greedy hands down his back, cupping his ass, pulling him impossibly closer.

He nips at Adam's jaw and looks up at Adam with mischief twinkling in his eyes.
 
"But right now," he says, "how do you feel about an encore?"


The end.

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