Pairing: Jared Leto / Colin Farrel, with implications to Nicholas Cage
Summary: Sometimes it takes a little “push” to get the courage to go for what you really want.
Warnings: It’s slash. Boys kissing and some dirty talking.
Disclaimer: It’s all true. And I am the queen of Sheba, and I daily take a lift from pink, flying ponies that talk Russian fluently.
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”You like it when I touch you like that. You close your eyes and you pretend it’s him.”
Jared stared at the pair of brown eyes that had a questioning look in them. One full, black eyebrow slowly rose making the handsome face the eyes were attached to have a curious expression. Jared crossed his arms over his chest, taking a deep breath. All he could do now was to wait. Wait for the answer he had waited since filming of Alexander, since the last embrace to say goodbye, since countless amounts of sleepless nights. He had waited enough.
”I don’t care if you do, as long as you let me do that to you.”
Colin took a sip of his Jack and Coke, tilted his head, coughed a couple of times to clear his throat. Jared allowed this stalling, as he knew he had really placed a huge, enormous cat on the table. Hell, he had planned never to spill the truth, but what he now called a friendly push had made him realise he had it in him to come clean. He understood that it would take some time to the information actually sink in.
Would you like him to touch you like that? Would you like me to do that again?
The brown eyes closed for a second, and Colin placed the drink on the table between them. He pressed his lips together firmly before forming a silent ‘what’ with them. Jared repeated the sentence he had said but a few minutes before, understanding fully that Colin was buying time. Understandable, yes, acceptable even, as long as the result was what Jared was hoping for.
”I like it when you beg. I bet he would like it too. I like to hear you tell me you like it. Tell me again and I’ll push deeper.”
Colin nodded and looked up to Jared’s eyes. The brown eyes had gone dark, darker than usual, if possible. There was a different look in them, though, a look Jared would later describe as predatorial hunger.
”Oh my God you are tight. Oh my fucking God you are. That’s right, moan my beautiful, moan. Call him by name.
‘You telling me you fancy me?’
‘No. I’m telling you I love you. I want you.’
”Why do you find it easier to let me fuck you than to tell him the truth and get what you need from him?”
Colin leaned over and grabbed Jared from the long, silky hair. Jared hissed of pain as Colin tugged him closer, but his hiss soon was covered with a pair of open, hot, dry lips, and a slick, strong tongue, pushing its way through his lips with a passion stronger than the foundations of the earth.
‘What took you so goddamn long?’