Three months into the filming of Thin Red Line - 1998. Elias is 37, Jared is 26. Henry and Elias are friends who fuck and Henry is just now figuring out that Elias likes to sub. No strings to tie Elias down. Of the movie:
In particular, Elias Koteas had a very difficult time and a near-miserable experience. At the last minute, Koteas’ character was changed from Jewish to Greek and he wasn’t aware until he arrived on set – weeks after the principal cast had already bonded. The experience left him disoriented and off to a bad start. ''It added to my angst, to my sense of not belonging, my sense of not knowing who I was and why am I here,” he said in a 1999 EW interview.
Part of this was because he didn’t even really want the difficult role at first and had to be convinced by his agents to take it. "[The character’s] men weren't behind him, they didn't believe in him, so I felt it was a thankless role,” Koteas admitted on the Criterion DVD extras.” [The character and I] get beat up, gets fired and then is sent home. So I thought, ‘Where's the joy in that?’”
Exacerbating his anxiety was Malick’s directorial style which did not correspond with his acting approach. “I would say, ‘we need rehearsal,’ it was a bit of a running joke,” he said on the DVD. “For me personally it was tough because you come in with a bit of an ego, you have some idea of how to play it and when you’re told, ‘look to your left, now turn around, turn to your right, look up there, listen to the distant bird’ so you have this kind of hands on direction, it feels a little humbling. But ultimately you have to realize you’re part of a bigger vision and you have to surrender yourself to it.”
The tough part is, uh... Not knowing if you're doing any good. That's the hard part.
Elias mulls over the line and thinks privately that the words apply as much to his life as they do to Captain Staros’. Definitely a thought that he keeps to himself, sprawled in the deepening shade on the back side of catering. It’s been a brutal week of filming and Malick hadn’t had two good words to say to any of them for any of it. Fuck.
Despite his relative youth, Jared remains untroubled by their director’s continued bad mood. He keeps his head down and does as he’s told, watching the rest of the cast, noting how they behave, sorting the good from the bad. He is determined to keep on smiling no matter what. However, today has been particularly bad and Jared is feeling restive, he is feeling like he needs to take it out on someone.
Having already worked out that Elias is a member of the club, their club, he saunters up to where his co-worker seems to be cowering. Not that Jared blames him. Mr Malick has a tongue that could strip paint.
“Whatcha up to tonight?” He slides into the seat next to Elias’.
Flexing his feet in his boots, Elias slouches farther into the lawn chair. The aluminum frame creaks as he shrugs. “Don’t know,” he grunts back. There’s not a lot of options here. They’re smack in the middle of the nowhere of Daintree Rainforest. Elias had looked at the map and was surprised to find they were only about 40 miles away from the nearest decent town. 40 miles might as well by 200. It’s a hell of a ride on these roads and and Elias has been weighing the value of being stuck in a car with any of his castmates for that length of time. Especially if the payoff is only a cold beer and a few hours on a decent mattress before he’s slammed back in character, wallowing on his belly in the muck. “They giving us a weekend or just the night?”
"We got the whole weekend, my friend. Which means I can help you work off your frustrations." Jared yearns to beat Elias, have him kneel, fuck his mouth and his ass...
To say Elias has frustrations is an understatement. Shooting has been near-miserable; he’s disoriented, and despite Jared’s statement, there’s no friendship here. Elias isn’t connecting with anyone on set as he’s used to. Plus there’s the bonus of Malick’s charming personality. Honestly, Elias is weighing the option of turning his back on all of it, of just going back on the road, working setup and tear down for Black Flag.
Elias snorts. “Got an army? Because, honestly, I don’t see your skinny ass making a fucking dent in what I’m dealing with here.”
“Don’t be so fucking stupid. The ability to dominate is not determined by physical size. Who the fuck do you think you are? Atilla the fucking hun?” There is an edge to Jared’s voice. Elias isn’t the only one who’s having a shit time. He wants to be at home, playing music, hanging out with his brother and talking about their band, not trying to make sense of a director who Jared thinks is off his fucking head.
The snort is more a laugh this time; Elias’ nerves are too worn down for his normal filters to kick in. “Dominate huh? Well fuck me, I guess you do have the boots for it.” Elias blames Henry FuckingRollins for his combat boot kink. They never got to him before Henry’s punk-ass started clomping around in them. “I guess you have a paddle in that pack? What about cuffs? Hmm?” He should really shut up now. “Unless you’re one of those uber-doms that can get a guy on his knees without any props, yeah?”
“I’ll show you after we finish up here.” Grinning Jared looks Elias over. “You gonna clean my boots, boy? Get ‘em really clean for me.” He drawls. He has a gag that is going to suit Elias right down to the ground, which is where he’s gonna end up. There’s more to Jared than the boy realises. OF course.
“Yah, you gonna make me,” Elias drawls right back. “Because I’m thinking some shit like that’s going to take a pretty big man...” Shutting up would be a really good idea before Jared realizes that Elias didn’t even flinch at being called boy and susses out that as much as this sounds like teasing -it isn’t. Oh fuck but Elias would like very much for someone to take him down, to make him clean their boots. Jared’s pretty enough that...
“I won’t need to make you.” Reaching out, Jared puts his hand on Elias’ crotch and grips hard. “Cuz you want it, why you gonna fight when you’re aching to be on your knees, aching to serve me?” Does Elias think he didn’t notice the non reaction to being called boy?
Elias goes very very still. Jared’s hand doesn’t ease up and the mild interest Elias’ prick had in the conversation suddenly becomes some serious investment. “Fuck you, man,” Elias hisses, pulling out of the slouch slowly, eyes narrowing.
“Fuck you, boy, that’s what I think’s gonna happen here, so when we finish up, you go to my car, wait for me. You don’t need to bring anything, I’ve got it all covered.” He squeezes harder, can feel Elias responding. “Good boy.” He murmurs.
There’s no way Jared can miss that shiver with his hand wrapped up around Elias’ package. Heat flushes Elias’ face and he looks away. He’s not going waste any breath denying his response, though; no need to play dumb when it’s pretty obvious he’s on the same page as Jared.
“That’s settled then.” Jared squeezes one last time. “I’ll see you later...” He saunters off, without a backwards glance. He knows they’re finishing in about ten minutes. The runner who he’s been fucking on and off, already told him. She’s not gonna be happy when she realises it won’t be her going on a little weekend jaunt with Jared. She is sweet, pretty and vanilla. Not what he needs right now.
Elias blinks slowly and watches the other man walk away. Well. Fuck.
They’re 10 miles away from camp and Elias still hasn’t said anything significant. The road is finally smoothing out enough that he can ease the deathgrip he has on the Jeep’s rollbar. Turning slightly in his seat, he watches Jared navigate the potholes for a few minutes. The baby face and those big, blue, too-innocent eyes are deceiving, Elias knows this. Jared’s role doesn’t land him in the shit as often as some of them, but when he’s on, he’s 100 percent, every time, with no bitching. Hell, Elias can’t say that about himself these last few weeks.
It’s not hard, then, for Elias to look at Jared and see more than the pretty face. From there it’s only a little farther to imagine him snapping off orders, to picture that lean body pushing, giving back as good as he gets.
“Relax boy, I’ve driven on worse roads than this.” Jared glances at Elias who is looking at him. It’s odd, when he subs, he won’t say sir and he struggles with the whole kneeling thing but when the shoe is on the other foot, well it’s completely different.
“We’re nearly there.” Jared knows the motel they’re going to is happy to turn a blind eye to anything they may see or hear. He’s seen to it that they will have a room well away from anyone else, they can park up right by the door to the room. “So …” He rests his hand on Elias’ knee. “Get your cock out and play with it, I want you hard.” He wonders how this boy is going to react.
There’s an edge to Jared’s tone. He’s not playing at this; which is so much better than Elias had imagined. But still. “You assume a fucking lot,” Elias growls and looks back out the windshield.
“Of course. Not point in doing this otherwise. So stop being a brat and do it. I. Want. To. See. Your. Cock.” Hard edged. “Or I can stop the car and you can get out.”
Elias’ jaw twitches. Telling him to stop being a brat is like telling him to hold his breath. Sure, he can, but the need to for oxygen is going to override any conscious intentions sooner or later. Besides, they’ve not even talked this through. “Safeword?” He grits the word as an almost question, eyes dropping to Jared’s hand on his knee.
“All in good time, boy. When we get there, then you can tell me your limitations and I’ll tell you mine. Just relax, get your cock out and stop being a jerk. We’re both back on set on Monday.”
No confusion, no withdrawal, just more of the same smug overconfidence. Elias relaxes a little bit more. Jared’s not just playing at a part. “Yeah, well,” the corner of Elais’ mouth tilts up in the hint of a smile. “I’m all for making the most of what down time we have - sir,” it’s not hard now to give Jared the title, “but maybe I’m just not that easy.” His knee flexes, leg coming up ever so slightly, pushing back at Jared’s hand. Come on and make me, why don’t you.
The smile on Jared’s face doesn’t falter, if anything he beams even more brightly. “You wanna get pushed?” He puts his foot down on the accelerator and speeds up. The hand stays on Elias’ leg, fingers digging into him. He is quite happy for Elias to push, when they get there, he’ll show the boy what he’s made of; he whistles softly as the car bounces along the unmade road.
Ever since Crash, Elias has been iffy on driving. Being driven is no problem, usually. With most drivers. On most roads.
“Shit,” he gulps, completely honest, hands going back to the roll bar and dash respectively, his teeth gritting hard enough that Jared would hear them if the frame of the Jeep weren’t slamming melodiously into the undercarriage.
“Get your cock out, get yourself hard and we’ll slow down.” Despite his baby face and his angelic eyes, Jared sounds every bit the Dom he can be when he wants. Today he wants.
“For the record...” Elias shivers, fingers scrabbling for purchase as they hit a particularly deep pothole. “I’m not Vaughan.” He’d left that character far behind.
“I realise that. I’m not that oblivious. Just do as I fucking well tell you, we are not going to crash. I am not going to crash.” Jared hasn’t even broken sweat.
Elias swallows the biting comeback. Glances sidelong at the other man. “This is nuts,” he mutters instead of fighting, right hand releasing the dashboard and going to his seatbelt. Thank fuck they’re not in the states. Elias doesn’t know that he could unbutton left handed under these conditions.
Way more pleased than he is letting on, Jared glances at him, slows down and avoids the jagged pothole that was looming large. “We’ll be there in about ten minutes, time enough for you to get hard yeah?”
“Depends,” says Elias, hand closing around his softened shaft and squeezing.
The car slows down to a crawl. Jared reaches out and once again, takes Elias’ cock in his hand and squeezes hard.
Holy. Fuck. That hurts. Elias grunts. “Yes, that...” his hips shift against the vinyl seat. “That’ll be enough time.”
Half an hour later, they are in the room. As promised, it’s in a block set away from anyone else, although only three rooms in the entire complex are currently taken. Jared has a bag of groceries with him, a lot of supplies of lube and condoms, a few toys and his guitar. He is working on a couple songs and he figures at some point Elias is going to kick off and he’ll need something to pass the time while the boy calms down.
Once the door is shut, Jared leans against it.
“Now we can talk about your limits and your safeword, boy.”
“Fuchsia.” Elias sets the bags down that he’s carried in and sits down on the bed. Unlacing his boots, he looks around at the room and cataloging the space, the potential for fun and for trouble. “I know you know better, but I’m just going to say it. No marks and nothing that will affect filming.” Out of habit, he drapes his socks over the open tops of his boots to dry. He stands to look at Jared, hands tucking into his front pockets to hide the twitch he can’t quite help. He’s hard still, raging hardon tenting his fly. The sensitive head brushing against the rough threading on inside of the fly is definitely doing it for him.
“I don’t do elimination, no blood. Hmmmm.” Fuck. Negotiating a scene had been the last thing he’d expected when he rolled out of his cot this morning. “How much experience do you have with this shit?”
“Lots.” Jared doesn’t move. “Safeword is safeword. I won’t mark you, I will hurt you and I will use you.” He smiles beatifically. “What I wonder is it that will put you on your knees for me...” He pushes off the door, goes over to Elias, walks around him, very slowly.
Elias has said he’s not easy. That’s only a half truth. He’s itching to go down for Jared, would drop to his knees right now, really. But... “Keep that up,” Elias grumbles, watching Jared circle, “and maybe I’ll go there out of fucking boredom.”
One of the many talents Jared has is wrestling. With the brother he’s got, it was a necessity. With one easy movement, he trips Elias and sends him heavily to the floor.
It’s half expected, and easy enough to just fall with it, rolling to keep from cracking his head against the foot of the bed. Elias rocks to his side. Looks up at Jared with an arched brow and waits, making no move to get up.
“Man oh man.” The rope cuffs are light but they do the job as well as their metal cousins. It takes no more than a couple heartbeats to have Elias’ hands cuffed behind his back. “I hope you’re not attached to those clothes, boy.” He remarks.
The haze clears and Elias rocks back. “WAIT!” Fuck. Should’ve thought about that before, but Elias’ brain is a little slow catching up with the program. He blames Jared’s driving. “I like these pants. They’re new.” And doesn’t that sound... well, shit. He gives Jared a crooked smile. “Please sir?” A hint that he really can be a good boy if he wants to be.
“We’ll see.” It’s the best Jared is going to give him. He wants Elias to start getting into his groove although he is enjoying his sass enormously. Jared likes a boy with a spark of something extra.
“Can you get up onto your knees?”
Elias nods, already shuffling that direction. “Yessir.” See? Cooperative. Tongue skitters at the corner of his mouth as he settles on his knees, denim between him and the carpet. “I can stand up too and you could get me out of these. I’d look a lot better kneeling that way.”
Jared laughs. “Who put you in charge, boy?” He reaches in his pocket and brings out a blade. It’s nothing out of the ordinary. Just a knife. One he’s had for years, one he keeps sharp, he shows it to Elias. “Haven’t decided whether I’m gonna cut them off yet...”
Oh. Shit. Elias’ can’t help the shudder that chases down his spine, eyes locked on the knife. He does manage to keep his mouth shut, but that does precious little to muffle the needy sound that wells up from somewhere deep in his soul.
Gotcha. Jared isn’t surprised. In fact he’s rather gratified. He didn’t think he was going to find it so quickly. He unzips his own jeans, brings out his cock. “You want this,” he waves the knife under Elias’ nose, “you gotta earn it.” The head of his cock is almost touching Elias’ lips.
Dark eyes glittering with want, Elias looks up at Jared through his lashes. “Right.” He swallows hard, and he almost sounds like his normal smart assed self. “Because you’d be a bad bad dom if you just gave me something without making me work for it. And we can’t have that, can we, sir?”
Jared laughs. “We can have whatever the hell I feel like, that’s what we can have.” He shakes his head. “But you know, we have plenty of time, you’re right. Why hurry?” He tucks his cock away and goes to his bag, gets his notebook out and sits in a chair away from Elias. He begins scribbling, ignoring the boy who he is thoroughly enjoying.
Elias’ jaw drops, mouth parted in surprise. No. Fucking. Way. Of course, he’s played with doms like this, had scenes that were all about making him out to be desperate and hungry for an aloof partner. But he’s not ever had it happen so unexpectedly, definitely not with a castmate and never after being teased with a knife first.
Wow. He really needs to get out more. Taking a breath, Elias snaps his mouth shut. Fine. He can go with this too. They have time.
Shifting around so he’s facing the chair, Elias settles into a kneel, posture close to perfect as he’s going to get it with his hands cuffed, knees spread so Jared can get an eyeful. His head lowers and he begins to count silently, the soft litany of Greek numbers settling him in headspace.
Settling himself in his chair, Jared looks up, notes Elias’ position, notes his body language, then he begins to write. He has a lot of ideas for songs, songs that will probably never see the light of day but he finds having an outlet for his emotions helps him put up with Mr Malick’s bad temper much better. Helps him deal with a boy who’s in a snit much better too.
Jared is a switch. If Elias had been a Dom, he would have knelt for Elias as easily as Elias is kneeling for him. He goes with the flow, everything needs to be fluid for Jared, as fluid as his sexuality. He loves women and he loves men. Why knock out half the population? Why restrict yourself?
When he’s satisfied the song isn’t going to escape him, he looks up at Elias, once more undoing his jeans, letting his cock spring up; he begins to fist it, watching the boy as he does so.
It’s a longer wait than Elias is happy with, but Jared doesn’t keep him waiting forever before giving his mind something else to focus on. Elias shifts position slightly, head lifting at the sound of Jared stroking himself. His cock twitches in his pants as he watches the other man, expectant.
Dropping his notebook to the side of the chair, Jared looks back at Elias. “Get over here and get me off, boy. Then it’ll be your turn.” He grins, a hungry look on his face.
As if getting Jared off isn’t going to be Elias’ turn too? Ha. Elias knee shuffles over to him. He bends down. Mouths and nuzzles at the other man, starting at his calf, lips tracing up skin warmed fabric. He almost purrs when he gets to the knee, eyes meeting Jared’s.
“Pretty boy.” Jared doesn’t smile, he reaches for Elias. “Do it.”
“This?” Elias wants this, fuck yes. But he doesn’t go easily, still teasing. Because he can. Because he wants more. Because it will be better this way. Come on. Make me.
“Oh for fuck’s sake...” Jared grips Elias’ ear and pulls him down. “At this rate, we’ll be here …” He grins, remembering his dad’s favourite expression. “Till next Wednesday.”
“Till Monday,” Elias slurs wetly, tongue flicking out to get a taste. The scent of sweat overwhelms his next breath and he groans, tongue going flat against silky skin.
“You wanna feel the coolness of that blade, sharp against your skin...” It isn’t a question. “You wanna feel the fabric giving way as it slices through the fabric, the brush of the blade as it breaks the skin...” Jared likes Elias’ lip but right now he wants his mouth.
Yes, oh yes, Elias wants that. That too. But this. Fuck. He slurps and sucks Jared in. Mouth full of Jared’s prick, sucking him gently, tongue working around the solid girth to taste and map out the shape of him.
Oh and isn’t this good? Wasn’t Jared spot on when he noticed Elias, noticed the way he sat, the way he walked, the way he responded. This is his reward, a blow job that is as good as he thought it would be. “Good boy...” His fingers grip Elias’ head, keeping his still as he hips begin to thrust up.
That’s. Brilliant. Elias opens his eyes, pushing back ever so slightly against Jared’s hand and hums around his mouthful. Please?
Not sure, not bothered if this is what Elias wants cuz it’s what he wants, Jared thrusts up again, then again; fucking the boy’s throat.
Even better. Elias opens for it, tongue curling around, just over his teeth, so Jared’s prick can thrust slickly in and out. It doesn’t take long for him to find the rhythm of it, figure out the timing so he can create more suction on the way out, catch a quick breath just before Jared thrusts deep again, his jaw hinged open and head angled to let the man use and take.
And fucking hell, that doesn’t just feel good, it feels uber good. In fact, Jared is determined to remember Elias’ tricks, copy them when the occasion arises because he is a helluva lot better at this than Jared. He groans quietly, he doesn’t usually make a lot of noise during sex. But oh fuck … yeah. His thrusts get faster, more erratic.
“Mmmmmmhmmm.” Elias purrs, smug. He’s good at this. Loves giving head. Loves being used like this even more.
Another couple of thrusts and Jared is coming; holding Elias in place, his nose pressing against the whispy curls of Jared’s pubic hair. His body jerks a couple of times before he stills, breathless and hot.
Elias can’t breathe, Jared’s blocking his air. And that’s good too, held in place, mouth sour with come and sweat and too much spit. It trickles out around the base of Jared’s prick. Slicks over Elias’ chin.
“Messy boy...” Jared pushes Elias roughly, wriggles up and out. He strips off his shirt, his tee, toes off his sneakers. He picks up the blade, grateful he doesn’t need to nap post orgasm.
Sitting back on his heels, Elias wipes his chin on his shoulder, watching. He’s seen Jared naked; their living conditions, designed to create camaraderie, don’t give them a lot of privacy. Still, it’s different like this. Way different. And really good because Elias can look now without worry about how it looks to be looking.
Resisting the urge to quote the worse line in pornographic history, Jared, stretches, takes his jeans off before coming to crouch down behind Elias. “You can look when I’ve gotten rid of your clothes, boy.” He says, slicing Elias’ tee shirt, from top to bottom.
“Ssssssss.” Elias hisses, back stiffening on the exhale of sound. The shirt flaps open and his skin prickles. He can’t see the knife, can’t feel it. It’s out of sight and not close enough to make contact, but he can see it in his mind. Close enough. A tremor shivers through his thighs.
“Want it don’t you, more than a fuck, more than being beat.” Jared shakes his head. He slices the seams at both arms, pulls the tee shirt away, then, getting up, walks around to face Elias. “You wanna bleed for me?” You trust me not to fuck up? If he does, it’s with good reason. Jared has been around knives for years.
Elias shouldn’t. He doesn’t know Jared that well. There’s no frame of reference. “Yes.” The pink of Elias’ tongue peeks out as he runs the tip over his bottom lip. Wanting. “Yes, sir.”
If he hadn’t spoken, Jared would’ve known anyway. He wastes no more time. “When I uncuff you, you behave.” He sounds absolutely sure of himself. “Don’t be fooled by my boyish good looks.” He grins. “Now stand up, I wanna get rid of your pants.”
“Boyish good looks?” Elias struggles up and to his feet without the use of his hands, shoulders shrugging back as he reaches. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to feel like a pedophile or something.” He hands Jared the cuffs, nothing at all apologetic in his smile, eyes flicking to the knife again, hungry. “I am behaving see? They were loose but I didn’t want to spoil the mood. Ambiance is everything.”
“You’re right.” Laughing, Jared takes the cuffs. “Hands on your head, boy.” He laughs again, the knife coming to rest against Elias’ face. “A scene with no ambiance is like a moonlight walk with no moonlight....”
Jared won’t...wouldn’t. Elias knows this. But that doesn’t stop the heart lurching flight or fight panic that cuts off his air and leaves him staring, wide eyed. Jared just waits and after a moment Elias inches his hands up, lacing them together and pressing them down against his scalp.
“We’re clear now, boy?” All trace of mirth gone from his face, voice hard, eyes as cold as ice. “I don’t mind your lip, long as you remember, I’m in charge, you do as I say.” As he talks, he lets the tip of the knife trace a pattern on Elias’ face. He hopes Elias realises, he’s in very safe hands. Jared has his faults but he’s knows what he’s doing.
Elias finally skitters in a breath then, just enough to be able to whisper. “Yessir.” He closes his eyes and lets everything he has focus on that tiny bit of contact, cool metal teasing against his hot skin.
Once he’s satisfied, Elias is in the right place for this, Jared strips Elias of his pants and boxers, then fetches alcohol wipes. He uses one to wipe the skin, to sterilize it, he drops a light kiss on Elias’ shoulder.
“Good boy.” he murmurs. “You ready?” Teasing him just a little as if he couldn’t almost feel the thrum running through Elias.
So ready; Jared has no idea. Fuck. Elias starts to nod, but then blinks, thinking better of it. “I...” He forces his brain to work, to focus. Fuck fuck fuck. Cutting scene with someone he’s never done shit with. Probably the least safe idea he’s had in a while. “I’m going to have trouble staying still,” Elias admits in a soft, strangled voice.
It’s the tone that gets to Jared. Elias is a strong man, he’s a force of nature at times, but here he is, Jared’s for the night, trusting Jared to hurt him but in the right way. It’s a responsibility that makes Jared impossibly hard.
“I can tie you to the bed.” He wants to be sure Elias is willing to trust him that far. They’ve never scened together, this is not what all the manuals advise; but they work together, they’ve spent a lot of time together in a place where emotions are close to the surface. It makes sense for it to be like this.
Elias’ eyes meet his, steady and sure and glimmering with want. “That would work,” his mouth twitches, a hint of a grin. “But you’ll need to do better with knots than you did with those cuffs.”
“Touche.” Smiling, Jared acknowledges the hit. “Crawl to the bed, I got cuffs for your wrists and a spreader bar for your legs.”
The smile slips away into slack jawed shock. “Spreader bar?”
“Yeah, course I don’t have to use it.” It’s in the back of the Jeep. He didn’t think he’d get a chance to use it...
Back of the truck. Elias turns at the waist to face the window, hands still laced together over his head, elbows pointing out. Stares at the curtains like he has some sort of x-ray vision and can see through to the Jeep parked just outside. “You have a spreader bar?” He blinks slowly, incredulous. “You kinky fuck.”
“And your point.” Jared is really beginning to warm to Elias. “Of course I have a fucking spreader bar. I can improvise up to a point but sometimes I need the real deal.” He stands up. “Like I said, get on the bed and I’ll fetch it.” Be prepared. It’s not a bad way to live your life.
Elias goes. Does as he’s told and lays back on the hard hotel mattress, settling in against the scratch of the rough comforter. He watches as Jared buttons up and leaves the room. Listens to the sound of the rear gate on the Jeep open. Smiling as Jared walks back in carrying the damn thing, Elias laughs. “Shit. You really brought a spreader bar to a movie set in a rainforest.” There’s a bit of something else in that smile beyond humor.
“You never know.” Deftly, Jared fixes it to Elias’ ankles. “When it might be needed.” He steps back. “Like now, you look damn good in it.” Grinning he cuffs Elias to the bedhead, another reason for staying here is the metal frame. It is useful for all kinds of things kinky.
The leather feels good against his skin. Reassuring and grounding. Elias waits for Jared to finish both wrists before he arches against the restraints, tugging and pulling and fuck that’s just fantastic. His prick bobs against his stomach and Elias gives Jared a hungry look. “Kiss me?”
Jared hesitates. He doesn’t usually kiss on a first date, he doesn’t usually kiss very much. It’s not that he doesn’t like it, enjoy it even. It’s just he doesn’t. But then there’s the odd occasion when he is prepared to compromise, especially when the boy in question has displayed an enormous amount of trust which considering Jared’s relative youth, deserves a reward.
He hops up onto the bed, sitting astride Elias’ hips.
“What sort of kiss?” He leans down and just ghosts a light kiss over Elias’ lips.
Jared is all friction and pressure and Elias whines, unabashed need. Leaning up into the contact sets off sparks in his gut. Fuck yes. He licks at Jared’s mouth. More
“What? You want more? What sort of kiss do you want, boy?” Jared knows exactly what sort of kiss Elias wants. But he’s not giving him anything without he asks for it. Nicely. He grins, pressing his lip against Elias’ for just a fleeting moment.
Something that says this is affecting you as much as it is me. “More,” Elias agrees, chasing after Jared’s mouth and coming up short, cuffs holding him from his goal. “Ngh.” He blinks and flops back down against the mattress with a frustrated sound. “Fuck. Like you mean it.”
“Like I mean it?” Jared leans over again and takes Elias’ mouth, kissing him, biting him, almost devouring him. He better make the most of this cuz there’s no saying Jared will do it again. He lets Elias taste him, get the flavour of him. Elias purrs into the kiss, opening but then, too soon, Jared is pulling back, almost abruptly.
Panting, Elias blinks up at him. Licks his lips. “Tease.”
Leaning back on his heels, Jared shrugs. “I don’t like being topped from the bottom, you got a kiss.” He grins; time to up the ante a little. He leans over to the nightstand and reaches for the alcohol wipes and his blade.
“I like topping from the bottom,” Elias fires back, “I’m good at it.” It’s not quite the cheeky comment he intends, much of it diffused by the raw want in his voice as he stares at the knife.
“I’m sure you are but you piss me off and this little baby gets put away.” Jared retorts, he can hear need and want in Elias’ voice. “Or I gag you of course, that way I don’t have to listen to you.” He is opening up one of the wips, pauses to gauge Elias’ response.
Elias is a smart ass and he likes talking. A lot. That he also likes gags is evident in the flush that colors his cheeks. They’re not complementary traits, but there it is. Jared’s brow arches and Elias squirms. “I... you’d need to give me a visual safeword.”
“You’re doing it again.” Jared reminds him gently. “I have done this before.” He is going to have to get up. Again. Gently laying the knife down, he rises, goes to his bag. He has a small rubber ball and ring gag that he bought specifically because his cock fits nicely. He doesn’t see why a gag should preclude him using a boy’s mouth.
“Still get to come down your throat.” He remarks.
Just looking at the gag has his mouth watering. Fuck. Elias squirms again. “Sorry sir, but you should have known what you were getting into when you suggested this.”
“Or maybe you should have?” Putting the rubber ball into Elias’ hand, Jared waves the gag at him. “Any last requests?”
Requests? Elias’ mouth twitches. He has a lot he could say here. But there’s only one thing that’s important. “I trust you,” he says softly and then opens his mouth obediently.
“Good boy.” It’s all Jared says as he fixes the gag. He stands back. “Now …” Once again, he picks up the alcohol wipes and finally, wipes the patch of skin he’s been eyeing. There. He smiles, eyes glinting. “At last...” He picks up the knife, kneeling down at the side of the bed.
The gag does nothing to stop Elias’ needy whine. In fact, it rounds the noise out, amplifies it. At last at last at last. Elias goes very very still, body taut with anticipation, eyes locked on the sharp metal moving toward his flesh.
The secret of cutting is to use a sharp blade. Jared’s blade is very sharp. He won’t need to cut deep to get the blood flowing and he doesn’t. It slices thought Elias’ skin as it would through butter. As always, Jared is mesmerised by it.
Elias doesn’t move. He doesn’t even breathe. Everything he is is focused on that one perfect point of brightly burning contact.
The knife is gliding, it cuts through Elias, another once, another twice. The blood flows, almost shockingly red in a room almost devoid of color.
“I can smell it …” Jared murmurs, glancing up at Elias, transfixed by the look on the boy’s face.
Elias can too. Smell it, copper heavy in the air, feel the sticky drip of it over his skin. Overwhelming rush. “Fthuhhhhn.” He groans, vibrating with a full body shiver that bobs and smears his leaking cock against his stomach.
This is not a good thing to do, but Jared seems unable to help himself, he runs his finger over the cut. He isn’t going to suck his finger, he isn’t. He shouldn’t, he mustn’t.
He leans over Elias so the boy can see properly as he licks his fingers clean before removing the gag so he can kiss him.
“Oh, fuck that is so...mmmmmmm.” Elias licks into his mouth. Safety, fluid bonds and sanity abandoned for the feel and taste of Jared’s kiss.
“Ready for more?” Not too much more, there is enough blood and Jared knows what he is doing is not very sensible. But it’s what they both want. He can’t wait to fuck Elias, feel that tight body around his cock; he knows it’s gonna feel good, oh fuck yeah.
The knife hovers over Elias’ chest. “Not here...” Jared whispers though he wants to, he isn’t entirely lost to reason.
Ungagged now, Elias is free to talk, to beg. “Please.” Reckless. And demanding. “Please. Damnit...don’t tease. You sonofabitch, you started this... do it.”
“No bitch, I’m the one who says when.” But Jared is enjoying Elias. The boy’s cock is rock hard, weeping and he’s going to have to ask nicer than that. “So let’s try that again, beg like you fucking well mean it.” He scoots down and tickles Elias’ skin with the blade, barely touching him.
Shit. Want surges through him and there’s no relief, just more of the teasing. Elias groans, squirms only to have Jared draw back. Elias groans again, draws in a breath and lets it all out. “Please. You know I mean it. Right? I need this. Please Jared. Sir. Been so long since there’s been anything good.” He laughs, but it’s more a sob. “I hate this fucking movie, hate the stupid woods, tents and there’s never anything... Please. Please sir. Don’t bring me this far and not finish it for me....”
“Good boy...” Jared has never had such a boy, he is quite taken aback but not in the least phased. He draws back. “That’s more like it...” But his tone is kind. He knows when to be cruel and when not to be. He knife hovers over the already bloody patch of skin, then slices again. Immediately the blood begins seeping out. Jared want to lick and worry it, taste the metallic tang that for some reason makes him impossibly hard, then harder still.
Elias watches his own skin give against the blade, the fresh flow of blood. “Ooh-oh....” He shivers, eyes glistening. A drop of precome wells up in his piss slit and dribbles onto his belly.
“One more...” Leave the boy wanting. “Gonna be nice to you, slut, where do you want it?” Jared wants to cut him again, another time, another place. He’d like to get him up on a cross, or better still chained to the wall, he wants to hurt him till he screams. He bets Elias underestimates him, they all do, it’s the blue eyes, the angelic expression. He can’t help but smile, their director falls for his big eyed look. Every time.
Where does Elias want it? Everywhere. He’s not so far gone as to ask for it, but fuck, the thought that Jared could just cut him again and again, peel the skin back and leave him... “Ribs,” he gasps, a tear spilling over and dancing down his cheek. “Please?”
The tears are beautiful. Jared goes closer and delicately licks them. “Good boy.” He can taste saltiness on his tongue and it’s so good. He is going to grant this boy his wish. He’s exposing himself to Jared so beautifully, it would be cruel not to. He moves back, slices into skin that is so blank, blank like a canvas. Now you’re my art, boy. There seems to be even more blood and this time Jared is there, licking and worrying at each of his cuts.
Jared’s tongue is the missing piece. Elias whines, arching up against his mouth as much as the restraints will allow, hands clenching uselessly at air. “Ahfuh.... please please please,” the broken chant comes with another sob and more tears.
Panting, his mouth bloody, his eyes getting wilder, Jared throws the knife down, lies on top of Elias, kisses him again savagely, biting him, hurting him. Elias is helpless, he is completely at Jared’s mercy.
Helpless and exactly where he needed to be with this. Elias cries and writhes and squirms for more. More body contact, more teeth, more of those intoxicating copper flavored kisses. Fuck. Yes.
Panting heavily, Jared curses. He is still wearing his jeans. He rolls himself off Elias and unzips them, lets them fall to the ground. His cock aches with the need to fuck. He has condoms to hand. He pauses, looking at Elias. “Next time I do this...” He breaks off to lick over the cuts on Elias’ hips.
Next time... Who gives a flying fuck. Elias needs him right now this time. “Please. Damnit. Please,” Elias whimpers, arching against the restraints toward him.
“Please …” He bites the skin next to the cuts, sucking viciously, raising livid marks. “What? Cock? Knife? Teeth?” Or all of them? The knife is on the floor, he would have to stop to sterilise it, but it’s easy to keep hurting the boy even if Jared wants to fuck his brains out.
“Yes, yes yes,” Elias growls with a muted attempt at a flail coming up short when the cuffs and spreader bar stop him. “Fuck...” He’s sobbing again. Too much and not enough and he’s so nearly there he feels like he’s coming apart at the seams.
Fuck. First up, the spreader bar has to go, he wants the boy’s legs around his waist as he fucks him. Elias cooperates clumsily, twining first one leg and then the other around Jared as he’s freed. Then Jared bites him again and again, around the base of his cock, moving up towards his hip which is still bleeding sluggishly.
“Beg...” Jared lifts his head for a moment.
“Please,” Elias whispers, meeting Jared’s eyes. “Please sir.” He’s not even sure what exactly he’s begging Jared to go ahead and do, just more. Greedy greedy greedy. He’ll admit it gladly. “Need you so bad.”
The need to hurt is overwhelming; within seconds Elias' legs are pushed up. Barely any prep later Jared's condom-ed cock is pushing roughly into his boy's tight heat and Elias is whining low in his throat. He bares down, the tight grip forestalling forward movement for just a moment before he forcibly relaxes and Jared slides home with one thrust.
“Fuck,” Elias whispers, hips rocking.
“Fuck yes...” Jared echoes, beginning to thrust at a great rate. “Oh fuck yes...” He reaches down and bites at the base of Elias’ neck. His movements erratic.
Elias is crazily close to coming from the first full thrust, sweet pleasure chasing round his gut and up his spine. The bite makes him twitch, his cock pulsing stickly against Jared’s belly. Not quite there yet, but hovering on the edge. “Shit... I’m … Jared?”
“No.” Jared growls, as he is careering towards orgasm. He has plans for Elias and if, if the boy can hold on, he’s going to … But his thoughts are all over the place, a couple more thrusts and he’s coming, silently, his eyes half open and looking down at Elias.
It’s going to drive him over too. Elias can feel it, feel the rush of pleasure as Jared pulses inside him. Oh fuck oh fuck... “Help?” He’s barely holding on, body thrumming with the tension of holding back.
Panting, Jared almost collapses. “Was gonna blow you to finish...” He mutters, his skin clammy and wet. “When my mouth’s around your dick, you can come whenever, kay?” He slithers down, the sound of skin squelching on skin almost making Jared laugh.
Once his head is above Elias’ painfully hard looking cock, there is no preamble, he just swallows it down as far as he can take it. Elias wheezes out a strangled noise, hips quivering as every muscle in his entire damn body jerks with the pleasure Jared’s just given him. Such a shocking contrast to the pain from earlier and his vision whites out, brain buzzing as he empties down the other man’s throat.
Even though he was expecting it, Jared is a little surprised by the amount that Elias produces, he swallows more than he means to before he slithers back in order to kiss his boy, pass it right back to him.
Holy hell, and that’s a huge kink. Elias kisses Jared messily, frantic little growls in the back of his throat as he licks the slick of his own seed right out of his lover’s mouth. So fucking good it makes him tingle all over. Better than the best afterglow and his cock throbs against Jared’s hip, one last dribble of come spreading between them.
Completely spent, unable to move, it seems imperative that Jared lean up and undo the cuffs that are holding Elias’ wrists.
“Fucking hell, boy.” He murmurs. “Wasn’t expecting this.” He’s smiling though.
Elias is smiling back, a doofy grin that stretches across his face and makes him look young and happy. It’s a good look on him, and something no one on this shoot has seen. “Ow.” He says as Jared gets the cuffs undone and helps him pull his arms down, but that’s not really quite a bitch, especially not when the doofy grin continues and he actually snickers as he says it again. “Ow.”
Again Jared finds himself laughing. “I don’t usually do this, boy but as it’s you...” He rolls off Elias the better to pull him close. They need to shower, badly, but it can wait. Unless Elias doesn’t want to do the snuggling thing, that’s what they’re going to do...
And Elias not only wants to snuggle but curls up, catlike, around him, purring happily and nuzzling and licking at him. He’s relaxed completely. All of the tension he’s carried since he first arrived on set has been cut away and he feels ridiculously light, grateful to Jared beyond words.
Usually, Jared is keen to leave but Elias is warm and relaxed and reminds him of Max, his mom’s cat. He kisses the top of his boy’s head and shuts his eyes. He is wondering how Elias would look hogtied, swinging gently on ropes while Jared fucks his mouth. Already his cock is in recovery and getting hard, he is debating whether he should use red cord or blue as he falls asleep.
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