White Collar RPS - Truth or Dare
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elrhiarhodanTitle: Truth or Dare
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Fandom: White Collar RPS
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Willie Garson, Sharif Adkins, Marsha Thomason, Tiffani Thiessen, Matt Bomer, Tim DeKay, Tim/Matt
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Skin, Tongue Fucking
Word Count: ~1100
Summary: You should never play Truth or Day with your work colleagues. Not if you want to keep your sanity.
A/N: No beta. All mistakes are mine and mine alone. Written for my palcoffeethyme4me. Her prompts are magical commands.
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It was one of those Friday nights - the crazy kind that seem to happen once or twice a season when everybody's in town and at loose ends.
Willie and Marsha and Sharif weren't heading home for the weekend. Normally, Tiffani would stay in town, with baby Harper and husband Brady, but the little girl had a cold and her parents agreed that flying across the country wouldn't be a good idea.
They all ended up in Tim's condo in Brooklyn. He had joked that he'd buy one when Season Three was green-lit, and then followed through. It was a nice sized place - a loft in the Vinegar Hill area - convenient for getting back and forth to Silvercup and a place he was able to sublet for the months he was home in California.
Like him, Matt wasn't going home this weekend either. Simon had taken the boys up the coast to Big Sur, and the travel and the Monday morning call made it impossible to join them.
So it was inevitable that they'd all end him here for the evening. They had finished dinner and were doing their best to polish off the case of beer Sharif had contributed when the fun started.
Tiffani, who became something of a party girl after her second beer, started calling out "Truth or Dare...Truth or Dare."
Tim shook his head. This had the potential to end up in tears, so to speak. "Tiff - come on - let's not."
Marsha, and quite surprisingly, Matt - both of whom were slightly less than sober, egged her on. Willie just leaned back with that slightly inscrutable smile on his lips.
"Come on Tim - don't be a spoilsport." Sharif gave him a look. "What do YOU want to do - drag out the Parcheesi? Or maybe the old man wants to play some canasta?"
Tim gave him the stink eye. "You too can be replaced - Mr. Perpetual Guest Star."
“Ooooh, snap! That would hurt – if it wasn’t true.”
The banter continued and they dog-piled on him until he agreed. This was a little crazy – what were they, teenagers left alone for the first time?
“Since you’re the one who started this, Tiff – you get to go first.”
His TV wife thought for a moment, turned to Marsha and asked, “Did it make you hot to kiss Moran? Truth or dare?”
Marsha didn’t even blush. “Yeah – and I hope I can do it again.”
Marsha turned to Willie and asked him a question about his Sex and the City days – particularly the episode where the girls walked in on him getting a blow job. Tim caught Matt’s eye and smiled. He was definitely too old for this.
The questions flew back and forth and the dares were getting sillier and sillier, but at least no one was asking him a question. They finished the case of beer and started on the wine and Tim wondered if anyone was going to get home tonight.
Finally they remembered he was in the room. It was Matt’s turn and he had a very wicked look in his eye. “Those scenes in Tell Me You Love Me…”
“Which scenes?” He so knew where this was going.
“You know – THOSE scenes. The ones where you’re …” Matty made the universal gesture that every lonely man knew.
“Yeah?”
“Were you?”
“Was I what?”
“Were you really doing it?” Again with the hand gestures.
The group started chanting “Truth – Truth – Truth” but Tim shook his head. He wasn’t going to answer this one.
“Dare.”
They all fell quiet. Well, except for Tiffani, who let out a belch a stevedore would have been proud of, leaned back on the sofa and dozed off.
Matt grinned and Tim realized he just fell into a well-planned trap. “You’ve got to blow a raspberry on my abs.”
Only Tiff’s snores punctuated the silence.
Tim shook his head. He was so screwed. “Dare accepted”
Matt got up, wickedness personified as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Tim’s mouth went dry as that pale, smooth skin was revealed.
Willie joked, “You know, Matt – you could work as a stripper if this acting thing falls through.”
Matt ignored him and moved even slower, but his actions were natural – not exaggerated or stylized. He stopped right in front of Tim and undid the last button and the shirt fell opened.
Tim looked up, caught in that ice-blue gaze. He now knew how the deer must feel.
“You man enough to do it, DeKay?” There was a challenge there – but nerves too. Matt never referred to him by his last name.
Tim nodded and ignored the hoots from the gang. He used the tail of Matt’s shirt to pull him closer and then slide his hands onto his skin. It was warm and hard and smooth – familiar and completely strange. He licked his lips and bent in close. The scent of Matt was indescribably delicious – fresh, green and he just breathed it in.
There was a collective hush as he pressed his lips against Matt’s navel, but no one could see as he dipped his tongue into that tight little cup, letting his teeth catch the strip of flesh. He felt Matt shiver and he licked him again and again – quick little flicks of his tongue. Tim could feel Matt’s arousal and he knew this was going a bit too far (at least with everyone else in the room).
Matt’s skin was wet and he let his lips form a seal before letting out a sharp puff of air. The sound, as it was supposed to be, was rude and loud.
Loud enough to wake Tiffani up. “Wha? Wha’s goin’ on?”
Tim reluctantly let go of Matt, who stepped back and started to button up. He got up. “Who’s going to need car service?”
That was everyone. They sorted themselves out, no one quite looking each other in the eye. This was always the way it was…too much to drink, too much collegiality. And by Monday morning, it would all be forgotten.
Marsha and Tiffani shared a car, Sharif and Willie did too. Matt hung back and no one commented.
Tim waved everyone off and turned to his co-star. “That was a foolish risk.”
Matt shrugged. “It’s not like they don’t know. It’s not like they’re going to tell anyone.”
Tim just looked at Matt until he dropped his chin. “Okay – yeah. It was stupid.” And Matt lifted his eyes just a bit, fluttering his lashes. “But don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”
FIN
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar RPS
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Willie Garson, Sharif Adkins, Marsha Thomason, Tiffani Thiessen, Matt Bomer, Tim DeKay, Tim/Matt
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: Skin, Tongue Fucking
Word Count: ~1100
Summary: You should never play Truth or Day with your work colleagues. Not if you want to keep your sanity.
A/N: No beta. All mistakes are mine and mine alone. Written for my pal
coffeethyme4me. Her prompts are magical commands.It was one of those Friday nights - the crazy kind that seem to happen once or twice a season when everybody's in town and at loose ends.
Willie and Marsha and Sharif weren't heading home for the weekend. Normally, Tiffani would stay in town, with baby Harper and husband Brady, but the little girl had a cold and her parents agreed that flying across the country wouldn't be a good idea.
They all ended up in Tim's condo in Brooklyn. He had joked that he'd buy one when Season Three was green-lit, and then followed through. It was a nice sized place - a loft in the Vinegar Hill area - convenient for getting back and forth to Silvercup and a place he was able to sublet for the months he was home in California.
Like him, Matt wasn't going home this weekend either. Simon had taken the boys up the coast to Big Sur, and the travel and the Monday morning call made it impossible to join them.
So it was inevitable that they'd all end him here for the evening. They had finished dinner and were doing their best to polish off the case of beer Sharif had contributed when the fun started.
Tiffani, who became something of a party girl after her second beer, started calling out "Truth or Dare...Truth or Dare."
Tim shook his head. This had the potential to end up in tears, so to speak. "Tiff - come on - let's not."
Marsha, and quite surprisingly, Matt - both of whom were slightly less than sober, egged her on. Willie just leaned back with that slightly inscrutable smile on his lips.
"Come on Tim - don't be a spoilsport." Sharif gave him a look. "What do YOU want to do - drag out the Parcheesi? Or maybe the old man wants to play some canasta?"
Tim gave him the stink eye. "You too can be replaced - Mr. Perpetual Guest Star."
“Ooooh, snap! That would hurt – if it wasn’t true.”
The banter continued and they dog-piled on him until he agreed. This was a little crazy – what were they, teenagers left alone for the first time?
“Since you’re the one who started this, Tiff – you get to go first.”
His TV wife thought for a moment, turned to Marsha and asked, “Did it make you hot to kiss Moran? Truth or dare?”
Marsha didn’t even blush. “Yeah – and I hope I can do it again.”
Marsha turned to Willie and asked him a question about his Sex and the City days – particularly the episode where the girls walked in on him getting a blow job. Tim caught Matt’s eye and smiled. He was definitely too old for this.
The questions flew back and forth and the dares were getting sillier and sillier, but at least no one was asking him a question. They finished the case of beer and started on the wine and Tim wondered if anyone was going to get home tonight.
Finally they remembered he was in the room. It was Matt’s turn and he had a very wicked look in his eye. “Those scenes in Tell Me You Love Me…”
“Which scenes?” He so knew where this was going.
“You know – THOSE scenes. The ones where you’re …” Matty made the universal gesture that every lonely man knew.
“Yeah?”
“Were you?”
“Was I what?”
“Were you really doing it?” Again with the hand gestures.
The group started chanting “Truth – Truth – Truth” but Tim shook his head. He wasn’t going to answer this one.
“Dare.”
They all fell quiet. Well, except for Tiffani, who let out a belch a stevedore would have been proud of, leaned back on the sofa and dozed off.
Matt grinned and Tim realized he just fell into a well-planned trap. “You’ve got to blow a raspberry on my abs.”
Only Tiff’s snores punctuated the silence.
Tim shook his head. He was so screwed. “Dare accepted”
Matt got up, wickedness personified as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Tim’s mouth went dry as that pale, smooth skin was revealed.
Willie joked, “You know, Matt – you could work as a stripper if this acting thing falls through.”
Matt ignored him and moved even slower, but his actions were natural – not exaggerated or stylized. He stopped right in front of Tim and undid the last button and the shirt fell opened.
Tim looked up, caught in that ice-blue gaze. He now knew how the deer must feel.
“You man enough to do it, DeKay?” There was a challenge there – but nerves too. Matt never referred to him by his last name.
Tim nodded and ignored the hoots from the gang. He used the tail of Matt’s shirt to pull him closer and then slide his hands onto his skin. It was warm and hard and smooth – familiar and completely strange. He licked his lips and bent in close. The scent of Matt was indescribably delicious – fresh, green and he just breathed it in.
There was a collective hush as he pressed his lips against Matt’s navel, but no one could see as he dipped his tongue into that tight little cup, letting his teeth catch the strip of flesh. He felt Matt shiver and he licked him again and again – quick little flicks of his tongue. Tim could feel Matt’s arousal and he knew this was going a bit too far (at least with everyone else in the room).
Matt’s skin was wet and he let his lips form a seal before letting out a sharp puff of air. The sound, as it was supposed to be, was rude and loud.
Loud enough to wake Tiffani up. “Wha? Wha’s goin’ on?”
Tim reluctantly let go of Matt, who stepped back and started to button up. He got up. “Who’s going to need car service?”
That was everyone. They sorted themselves out, no one quite looking each other in the eye. This was always the way it was…too much to drink, too much collegiality. And by Monday morning, it would all be forgotten.
Marsha and Tiffani shared a car, Sharif and Willie did too. Matt hung back and no one commented.
Tim waved everyone off and turned to his co-star. “That was a foolish risk.”
Matt shrugged. “It’s not like they don’t know. It’s not like they’re going to tell anyone.”
Tim just looked at Matt until he dropped his chin. “Okay – yeah. It was stupid.” And Matt lifted his eyes just a bit, fluttering his lashes. “But don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”
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Date: 2011-10-14 12:28 pm (UTC)I have this think for tongue-fucking belly buttons, and having Tim do it to Matt secretly in public is like...whew!
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Date: 2011-10-14 07:45 pm (UTC);-9
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Date: 2011-10-14 07:50 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2011-10-14 08:39 pm (UTC)http://coffeethyme4me.livejournal.com/1156.html
And yes. First thing. Thank you for remembering! <3
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Date: 2011-10-14 09:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-14 09:33 pm (UTC)You must do that - it is awesome and now that you have friends, they will leave you awesome feedback. Or they should.
I know I will.