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elrhiarhodanTitle: A Pinch of Fantasy
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words - Prompt 024 - Nipples
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Fandom: White Collar RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Matt Bomer (fantasy Tim DeKay/Matt Bomer, Matt/Simon)
Spoilers/Episode References: 2.15 (Powerplay)
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300x2 Exactly
Summary: Matt lets his brain wander where it will, and finds himself in dangerous territory. A sequel of sorts to Slowly Going Insane and Shirts and Skins.
This is a double because nipples come in pairs.
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(I)
Filming tomorrow includes yet another shirtless scene.
At least it is supposed to be the last one of the season, and it’s also his first big clinch scene with Hilarie. She’s a stunning woman, a good actor, and very professional – so it won’t be a hardship. According to the blocking, she’s supposed to ride his leg like an obscene circus pony while he’s ripping his shirt off. Everything worked fine in rehearsal, but you never know what’s going to happen when the cameras are rolling.
At least he doesn’t have to worry about popping wood during the kiss scene, as lovely as Hilarie is. Not like the last scene they shot for Payback, when he threw himself into Tim’s arms over and over again. And then he got punch-drunk stupid, and kissed him. For the gag reel.
Matt tried not to think about that kiss. About the erection he was sporting when they broke apart. Not smart, Bomer. Willie had called him on his crush, and he was right. Tim’s a straight boy, nauseatingly happy with Elisa and the kids – and it’s not as if Matt doesn’t feel the same about his husband and children. But, it’s just…
Hormones. Chemistry. Whatever.
Alone in his apartment, naked on the bed, air conditioning flowing over him, Matt’s horny as a teenager. But he doesn’t want to explore why thoughts of Simon are doing nothing for him. Matt thinks about his husband’s beautiful body – tall and lean and rangy, and pulls on himself, but gets nowhere close to hard. Maybe it’s just exhaustion.
His mind drifted and an image of Tim floats behind his eyelids, all perspired from a game of basketball. A droplet of sweat hanging from one sharp pointed nipple.
Matt’s cock is instantly hard as steel.
(II)
Matt’s never been one for outrageous sexual fantasies, but tonight, something is making his brain work in the most twisted, kinky ways.
His cock jerks up in his hand.
Matt works his cock and pinches his own tit, moaning “good slut, good slut” repeatedly. He can feel the orgasm building. He forces himself to slow down. Matt wants this to last.
As Matt comes in his fantasy, he comes in reality, scaling hot semen splashing across his belly.
FIN
Continued in Deep Breathing Exercises
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words - Prompt 024 - Nipples
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Matt Bomer (fantasy Tim DeKay/Matt Bomer, Matt/Simon)
Spoilers/Episode References: 2.15 (Powerplay)
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300x2 Exactly
Summary: Matt lets his brain wander where it will, and finds himself in dangerous territory. A sequel of sorts to Slowly Going Insane and Shirts and Skins.
This is a double because nipples come in pairs.
(I)
Filming tomorrow includes yet another shirtless scene.
At least it is supposed to be the last one of the season, and it’s also his first big clinch scene with Hilarie. She’s a stunning woman, a good actor, and very professional – so it won’t be a hardship. According to the blocking, she’s supposed to ride his leg like an obscene circus pony while he’s ripping his shirt off. Everything worked fine in rehearsal, but you never know what’s going to happen when the cameras are rolling.
At least he doesn’t have to worry about popping wood during the kiss scene, as lovely as Hilarie is. Not like the last scene they shot for Payback, when he threw himself into Tim’s arms over and over again. And then he got punch-drunk stupid, and kissed him. For the gag reel.
Matt tried not to think about that kiss. About the erection he was sporting when they broke apart. Not smart, Bomer. Willie had called him on his crush, and he was right. Tim’s a straight boy, nauseatingly happy with Elisa and the kids – and it’s not as if Matt doesn’t feel the same about his husband and children. But, it’s just…
Hormones. Chemistry. Whatever.
Alone in his apartment, naked on the bed, air conditioning flowing over him, Matt’s horny as a teenager. But he doesn’t want to explore why thoughts of Simon are doing nothing for him. Matt thinks about his husband’s beautiful body – tall and lean and rangy, and pulls on himself, but gets nowhere close to hard. Maybe it’s just exhaustion.
His mind drifted and an image of Tim floats behind his eyelids, all perspired from a game of basketball. A droplet of sweat hanging from one sharp pointed nipple.
Matt’s cock is instantly hard as steel.
(II)
Matt’s never been one for outrageous sexual fantasies, but tonight, something is making his brain work in the most twisted, kinky ways.
Tim’s behind him, whispering in his ear. “We’ve got to get you ready for your shirtless scene, Bomer.”
Matt loves when Tim talks like that - all low and growly.
Matt loves when Tim talks like that - all low and growly.
His cock jerks up in his hand.
“Those tits of yours need to be at attention.” Tim loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders, but leaving it hanging from his arms.
They are standing in front of the mirror in his dressing room - it’s an obscene sight. Tim in Peter’s dark blue suit, holding him back, his dark head resting on his shoulder. Matt holds his breath and watches as Tim’s hands cup his pecs. His thumbs brush his nipples, the rough skin teasing the sensitive nubs.
“You like that, don’t you?” Matt nods.
Tim pinches the left one hard and Matt’s whole body jerks, bucking against the other man and the hot, hard erection that seems to really like the crack in his ass.
“Tim … this isn’t you.” He moans.
“Shh … it’s just a fantasy.” Tim bites his earlobe and pinches the right nipple, this time scraping it with his fingernail. Matt whimpers and writhes against him.
“You’re such a good slut, aren’t you?”
They are standing in front of the mirror in his dressing room - it’s an obscene sight. Tim in Peter’s dark blue suit, holding him back, his dark head resting on his shoulder. Matt holds his breath and watches as Tim’s hands cup his pecs. His thumbs brush his nipples, the rough skin teasing the sensitive nubs.
“You like that, don’t you?” Matt nods.
Tim pinches the left one hard and Matt’s whole body jerks, bucking against the other man and the hot, hard erection that seems to really like the crack in his ass.
“Tim … this isn’t you.” He moans.
“Shh … it’s just a fantasy.” Tim bites his earlobe and pinches the right nipple, this time scraping it with his fingernail. Matt whimpers and writhes against him.
“You’re such a good slut, aren’t you?”
Matt works his cock and pinches his own tit, moaning “good slut, good slut” repeatedly. He can feel the orgasm building. He forces himself to slow down. Matt wants this to last.
“Are you my slut, Matty? Are you my boy?”
“Yes, Tim. I’m yours.”
“Touch yourself.” Tim grinds his cock into his ass and Matt fucks himself on that hot pole.
“Yes, Tim. I’m yours.”
“Touch yourself.” Tim grinds his cock into his ass and Matt fucks himself on that hot pole.
As Matt comes in his fantasy, he comes in reality, scaling hot semen splashing across his belly.
Continued in Deep Breathing Exercises
