|When Marky met Georgie...||[Jan. 24th, 2004|08:20 pm]|
The Ritz Carlton, Summer 1998. The day of the interview auditions for Three Kings, with director David O Russell.|
The door to the suite clicks shut and George raises his eyes to heaven. He can't tell how the interview went, but he suspects it went badly. Having the director filming everything with a camcorder didn't exactly put him at ease, and of course, George just had to sit there like an idiot and talk about all the bad TV he's done, which probably didn't inspire confidence.
After Out Of Sight bombed and Malick virtually cut him out of Thin Red Line, all those jibes about being 'the next David Caruso' have started to sting.
George checks his watch. It's just gone 3pm. Damn it. He's feeling antsy and in need of a really good fuck. But there won't be any decent action down at the club for a few hours yet, and he only just came from the gym.
George stops at a cleaning cart by the open door of a suite and grabs a foil wrapped baby wipe out of a box. He was eating an apple during the interview, and now his fingers are sticky. He tears the packet open, wipes his fingers, and discards the whole thing in the refuse sack just as the cleaner comes back out.
"Hi," he smiles. The cleaner gives him a sour glare and grabs the trolley. She rolls off around the corner, leaving the door to fall shut behind her.
Only the door jams on a dropped bar of complimentary soap, and she doesn't notice.
Would it be terribly wrong, George thinks to himself, if he were to raid the mini-bar? And maybe check out the hotel's adult entertainment channels?
Nerves running at a fever pitch, Mark jitters in the elevator on the way up to David's suite. Fucking Ritz Carlton posh bullshit - it's a war movie he's auditioning for not Beverly Hills 90210. Riding a bit of buzz in his career right now, Mark knows he has to act now, get the good parts before they dry up. Untrained and with a joke rep - just how many ex-rapper underwear models were now serious actors? - he's getting by playing it fast and easy. But laid back wasn't always as easy as it looked.
He's early, far too early to knock and go in, but he was thinking he could find a quiet corner and chill for a little while before he had to face the music. Smoke a few dozen cigarettes.
The doors open and Mark steps out, wincing at the stuffy 'elegance' of the Ritz. He couldn't be more out of place. He starts scouting around for a place to hide out when he spots someone peering into a suite like he's casing the joint.
George wrestles with his conscience for all of about three seconds. Then he spends a little longer wondering if there's something more important he should be doing, but nothing comes to mind. He casts a last furtive glance around, and just then he hears the elevator doors ping. He looks around, wondering if he's just been caught out.
And he sees a familiar face. Not someone he's ever met before, but a face he knows. Mainly from fifty foot tall advertising hoardings. Actually, if he's totally honest, he probably paid more attention to the sixpack than the face, but the face, surly and pissed as it is, looks pretty damn good too.
He looks Mark up and down with an appraising smile, and wonders what the chances are that he might have stumbled on an alternative to adult movies and stolen bourbon.
"Hi," he says. "You here for the movie as well, huh?"
"Huh?" Mark asks, ever articulate. It takes a second but enough girlfriends, his mother, and all of his sisters have spent enough time going, "Shhhh, Mark. E.R. is on!" and he realizes just who he's ID'd as a thief.
Of course, he doesn't remember his name offhand but yeah - actor. "Movie. Right. Audition in about..." He checks his watch and frowns. "Fuck, an hour."
"Well, you could head in early, I guess," says George, flashing a broad, friendly smile. "The director's a bit of a geek, mind you, and he's camcordering everything. Or..." He kicks the door wide open with the back of his foot. "You could unwind for an hour. You seem kind of tense."
A smirk twists over Mark's mouth. He so wasn't born yesterday and he certainly isn't a stranger to the "you look tense" approach to getting a blowjob. Tried and true man, tried and true.
He nods to...fuck, should probably ask the guy's name...and indicates the suite with a tilt of his head. "This your room?"
"Planning on making it mine, for an hour or so," George grins, confident that he's hooked his fish. He crosses his arms and casually runs his thumb along his bottom lip, just in case he wasn't completely clear.
"An hour? Hell of a coincidence," Mark says, more than a little entranced by... this guy's mouth. Toying with the top button of his khakis, he walks into the suite, shooting a look over his shoulder. If there's a stocked bar in this joint, he might just skip the fucking audition all together.
George keeps his eyes on Mark as he walks in, turning to follow his ass, then looking up to realize he's been caught when Mark glances over his shoulder. He lets the door slam shut behind him. Then he turns and puts on the security chain.
"There should be something to drink in that cabinet in the corner there," he says with a nod. He throws his holdall down on a chair. "Toss me a Scotch, if you find any."
"Sounds like a plan." Mark grins as he walks over to the cabinet in question, making sure he goes a good deal of bending and stretching for his new friend's benefit. He scores the Scotch and two heavy crystal glasses and turns around. "Alright, fuck it. I know you're famous and I should know your name but - I got nothing." He starts to laugh as he drops the two glasses down on the coffee table and opens the bottle. "Help me out."
George chuckles and shakes his head; his trademark gesture, as much a part of his charm offensive as the stretching is part of Mark's seduction routine. "You're sure you wouldn't rather have anonymous sex in a hotel room?" he asks. "I guess if we end up working together, that might be a little strange."
No beating around the bush there. Just straight out, cards on the table. Maybe the time for Scotch has passed already. He crosses over to Mark's side and extends a hand. "Hi there. I'm George."
"Mark." He takes the other man's hand and shakes it, lingering his touch a bit longer than politely necessary. "I think my mother has a crush on you - hope that doesn't kill the mood for somewhat anonymous sex." With a killer smile, Mark starts to pull his button shirt out of his khakis.
George looks Mark up and down and lightly licks his lips.
"No," he shakes his head. "I'm still in the mood. Besides, I think my niece has a crush on you."
"I'll sign an 8 x 10 when we're done." Walking towards the bedroom, Mark goes to work on his shirt buttons. With a tilt of his head, he indicates the bag by the door. "You come prepared Boy Scout?"
"Absolutely," George smirks. He picks up the bag and follows Mark to the bedroom. He tosses the bag past Mark and on to the bed, then puts a hand to Mark's shoulder and takes his first decent look at his body with the shirt unbuttoned. This guy, he thinks to himself, is about as hot as they come. And this one's going to come, and George is going to make sure he comes hard.
George reaches forward, grabs the collar of Mark's unbuttoned shirt, and pulls him closer. "Prepared and ready," he says, taking Mark's mouth with his own, and using his weight to push Mark towards the bedroom wall.
Toppy sonofabitch Mark thinks, sucking on the other man's tongue - and throwing in a bite for good measure. Fumbling a bit, he reaches down to undo George's pants, grabbing and squeezing the growing bulge he finds here.
George growls happily at the bite and moans at the touch. He pushes off Mark's shirt, runs his hands down over his muscular back and grabs hold of his firm, round ass in both hands. It's a great ass, but he's not convinced Mark's the sort of guy to give it up.
Wrenching his mouth away, Mark gives George a wicked grin. "Enjoying yourself?" He tightens his grip on the other man's cock, liking the way he moans. "It's even better up close and personal."
George matches Mark's grin with one of his own, teeth gritted slightly at Mark's tightening grip. "You don't say?" He slides one hand down inside Mark's khakis and runs a finger down into the valley of his ass. "Maybe I should be properly introduced?"
"I'm all about being polite." Mark releases his hand on George's cock, his tongue making a teasing appearance as he does. He starts to undo his khakis, giving the other man's hand more room to maneuver. "That bed looks pretty goddamn nice you know. Might be a good place for a... meet and greet."
George slides his hands out of Mark's pants and jerks his head at the bed. "Go ahead," he says. "I'll be right behind you."
"Not for long," Mark says enigmatically, stripping as he goes. He's naked and splayed out on the massive bed in no time, displaying himself to full advantage.
George takes a moment to appraise the guy. He's impressed, and it probably shows. In fact, he can't remember ever seeing a body like that outside of an art gallery. Already he's contemplating what it might mean if they both get this movie.
George pulls off his t-shirt, then strips off his pants and shorts. Naked, he crosses over and stands at the foot of the bed.
"Not for long?" George echoes, smirking. "What does that mean?"
Mark rests back on his elbows, giving the older man a long hard look himself. Nice, very nice. In fact, damn nice. "That means, as fucking sexy as you are my friend, I don't let just anyone fuck me and sure as hell not on the first... date." He laughs, tipping his head back. "Tell you what - we both get these parts and I'll uh... give you a bonus."
George crawls up onto the bed and prowls over Mark. "You've got a deal," he growls. "But if you think that means you get to fuck me instead, you're going to have to pin me first."
"Fucking jackpot," Mark purrs, keeping his body utterly still until he lunges up, sweeping out George's leg and pushing him on his back at the same time.
George scowls and narrows his eyes, then reaches up for Mark's neck and pulls his face down, thrusting his tongue into Mark's mouth. While they kiss, he raises his other arm in an attempt to push the guy off. He's not ready to say 'uncle' so fast as that.
Mark may not be tall but he's cut and fast and not going to be pinned. He braces himself over George, fucking his mouth with his tongue. Yeah, fight me, he thinks - cause that just makes it sweeter.
George struggles against him with just enough force to feel the strain in his muscles, but he knows damn well he's fighting to lose, and he finds it wildly arousing. He draws his legs apart and wraps them tightly around Mark's thighs, as if to try to pry him off, but at the same time there's no doubting that it's a gesture of surrender.
With a satisfied groan, Mark grinds his cock against George's hip, his muscles burning slightly at the effort to keep the other man pinned to the bed. "Arms over your head," he grunts, "And where did you say you put the supplies Boy Scout?"
George ends his resistance, letting his legs drop and letting the fight go out of his body. "In the bag," he says, nodding towards the edge of the bed. He stretches his hands up over his head and grips the underside of the headboard, eyeing Mark up with a lazy, insolent smile.
"Suddenly I really want to get this part," Mark grins, getting up and rummaging through the bag. He finds a condom and small packet of lube, tossing them on the bed nonchalantly. Turning back to George, Mark crawls over to loom over him, licking his lips. "You like it rough?"
George grins a cocksure grin. He draws back his knees and flexes the muscles in his outstretched arms. "Well... I don't want you to get hurt," he taunts.
Mark feels around until he finds the packet of lube, snickering. "Don't worry about me Boy Scout," he growls. "And let's just hope you don't have to sit down much for the rest of the day."
He sits back on his haunches between George's legs, trailing his gaze hotly up and down his spread open body. Goddamn hot. Tearing open the packet, he slicks up two fingers and pushes the other man's legs open just that much more. "Ready?"
George nibbles on his bottom lip, fidgeting with anticipation. "Very," he replies. He's determined to take this like a man, and give Mark a fuck to remember.
"And there ends polite conversation." Mark's barely got the words out of his mouth before he circles George's opening once, twice - then he presses inside, moving his body upwards with each quick stroke.
George grunts and grits his teeth as his body shunts up the bed in response to the thrust of Mark's hand. He tightens his grip on the headboard and tries to control his breathing to get through the initial burst of pain. He strongly suspects it's only going to get worse before it gets better.
"Done with foreplay?" Mark whispers hotly, keeping his mouth just inches from George's. His hand never stops moving, twisting roughing inside George, teasing him. "Ready for my cock?"
The way Mark is tearing up his ass is making George sweat. "Yeah, I'm ready," he says with a scowl. "Fuck me already."
Mark pulls his fingers out with agonizing slowness, making sure to get a few more good twitches out of George before he's through. He wipes his fingers on the spread and grabs the condom wrapper. Thinking for a moment, he tosses it onto George's chest. "Don't be lazy," he grins.
George narrows his eyes. "Bastard," he spits out with a smile. He picks up the condom and props himself up. "Come here," he says, pulling Mark's face closer and taking him in a kiss. While their tongues wrestle for dominance, George tears open the condom packet and reaches down for Mark's cock.
Mark moans happily into George's mouth, resisting the urge to move in his hand and end things prematurely. They seem to both be anxious for a nice long fuck and far be it from Mark to disappoint some guy he picked up in a hallway.
George can't exactly see what he's doing, but it's not like he needs the visual aid for this kind of work. He pinches the condom and gently slides it on to Mark's cock, making a point of caressing the shaft to tease him on. He gives Mark's dick a quick squeeze, then whispers, "Looks like you're good to go, soldier."
"Remind me to salute you after I finish fucking you into the bed," Mark quips, biting George's bottom lip. He pushes him back on the bed and considers how he wants to do this. "Turn over," he finally growls. "Turn over and hold on."
George hadn't expected that, but he likes the sound of it. It adds to the sleaziness of the whole encounter - and it probably means he really will have trouble walking tomorrow.
"You're all talk," he taunts. He draws up his legs, turns around and kneels. Gripping the headboard with both hands, he pushes his ass backwards, rocking his hips against Mark's crotch.
"Dude, I don't know what you hope to get out of shit talking me - I'm going to give you my all." His cheerful tone is in contrast to the rough way his hands position George, pushing his legs apart. "Yeah," he mutters half to himself, taking in the spectacular view before lining himself up. With a second's pause, Mark splays his hands across George's shoulders and slowly begins to push himself in.
"I'm just making su... uh... oh God," George grunts, completely losing his train of thought as he feels Mark stretching him wide. It's a bigger dick than he's used to taking, and he suddenly wonders if aggravating the guy was a smart move. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groans.
"Impatient," Mark gasps. For a guy who seems pretty goddamned easy, he's tight, gripping Mark's cock with a steady pressure that's already knocked rational thought out of his head.
George laughs, or tries to. He lowers his head and closes his eyes, then tries to relax his ass and let Mark slide further inside. He can't think of anything to say anymore.
Stroking George's back, Mark rocks his hips slowly, working his way inside the other man. His eyes are practically crossed with the need to fuck, but as much as he likes it rough, he's not a sonofabitch. Entirely.
George is tense, but Mark can feel the resistance of his body easing and the last few inches are an easy slide - and then they're joined completely. Mark lets out a long moan before pulling out, nearly all the way.
The feel of Mark's dick thrusting in and then pulling almost the whole way out sends a jolt of intense pleasure through George's body, and any doubts he had are dispelled. This is going to be too good a fuck to waste, and he's not interested in half measures.
George takes a slow, agonized breath and then mutters; "Please. Fuck me, please. As hard as you can."
"I aim to please," Mark grounds out, and those are the last audible sounds his lungs are capable of making. Fingers tightened on George's hips, Mark starts to thrust hard and fast, letting himself go completely.
George presses his head against the headboard and holds on with whitening knuckles, his whole body juddering with each thrust. The first few thrusts elicit heavy gasps, but soon he's crying out with an unbridled cry with every stroke. He tries to form shouts of 'yes' or 'god', but his breathing is too ragged, his concentration too focused on the hard, rhythmic ram of Mark's cock in his ass.
Eyes closing from the intense pleasure, Mark throws his entire body into every stroke, his fingers cramping from the grip he has on his skin. Everything narrows down to the incredible broken sounds coming from George, to the almost painful pleasure of the tight clasp of his body. Biting his lip until warm metallic wetness invades his mouth, Mark doesn't make a sound - too much energy needed. And he wants every molecule focused on fucking this man.
Grunting loudly, without any concern for who might hears it, George works on clenching and releasing his ass muscles. He lifts his head and pushes back, raising his body slightly. Bracing his weight on one arm, he reaches back to squeeze at the muscle of Mark's thigh, keen to make some other form of contact.
The touch on his leg, far beyond everything else, sends a violent shudder through Mark's body. Connection, currents of electricity - he feels like a fucking science project. The force of his thrusts increases until that pinnacle moment when he starts to feel his body fly apart with pleasure.
"Come on," he moans, "come on, come on.'
George drops his arm and buries his head into the pillow, scratching his fingernails against the headboard and moaning incoherently. The waves of intense, unbridled pleasure crashing through his body are incredible and sublime. He hasn't even touched himself and he feels like he could come. "So good," he manages to cry. "Oh God. So good..."
If he could form thoughts, Mark would realize it hasn't been like this... it's never been like this and he feels the top of his head start to melt with the power of realization. George's body clasps his perfectly, every sound he makes tears away another bit of Mark's control.
"I'm..." Mark's words dry up suddenly as his head tips back.
That's a signal. George, cresting on physical ecstasy, delirious and lost to sensation, reaches for his own throbbing, leaking dick and gives it the few sudden jerks it needs to tip him right over the edge and make his body tense with orgasm.
Mark didn't think the pleasure could get any more intense but George's orgasm triggers something inside him that grays his vision and throws him into orbit. His whole body locks up as he comes, crying out.
George feels like his body is going to melt into the bed. He shakes as the mania subsides and a slow feeling of bliss envelops him. He pulls at the sheets, desperate for more contact, unable to grab at Mark's body.
Dredging up two brain cells to rub together, Mark collects himself enough to pull out slowly, gripping the end of the condom. He and George share a pleasantly painful groan at the friction and Mark collapses onto his side.
"Motherfuck," he rasps, reaching out a free hand to touch the beautiful bruises on George's hip.
George flops over onto his back, feeling boneless and exhausted. He looks up at Mark with unconcealed awe and stretches out a hand.
"You just jumped to the top of the list," he says, gasping for air. "I swear to God, Mark; if it's like that every time, you can have my ass whenever you want it."
Mark laughs breathlessly as he gets rid of the condom. Reaching for George's hand, he uses it to lever his still twitching body to the other man's side. "I want that in writing," he grins, pressing their bodies together. "Matter of fact, that gets written into my contract, I'll do this fucking movie for half price."
"This is going to be the greatest movie ever made," George chuckles. He runs his hand over Mark's chest. Beautiful, he thinks. "You better knock 'em dead in the interview. And... uh... if you want to go grab a couple of beers when you're done... ?"
"I've got a shitload of incentive right now," Mark growls, "I'm getting this part and uh... yeah. Afterwards - some beers sound like a good idea." He licks his lips, giving the man next to him another appraising stare. Beers and another go round - he hopes this audition doesn't take too long.
"We may have to give back the hotel room," George grins, looking around at the mess they've made of this bed. "But I have a place in Studio City, if you're... interested." He leans forward and presses his mouth to Mark's in a hungry, sloppy kiss.
Mark moans happily into the kiss, wrapping his tongue around George's lewdly. This little fuck is turning into quite the daylong adventure. And potentially a night and yeah - his nerves are long gone. He just wants to ace this audition so he can get back to this.
He pulls away, smirking. "I'm uh... interested. But I think I better get cleaned up right now. I have a director to impress."
"Try fucking him up the ass. That seems to do the trick," George replies, giving Mark a solid slap on the thigh.
"Go ahead and take a shower," he adds. "I'll get cleaned up while you're in the interview and meet you down at the bar."
Mark sticks his tongue out and rolls off the bed. "Fuck, do I look easy? I barely know the guy - you think I stick my dick in every stranger's ass I meet." With a twinkle in his eye, Mark gathers up his clothes and saunters into the bathroom.
George watches Mark's ass with open interest as he walks away, then reclines back on the bed and stares up at the ceiling, folding his arms under his head. He's starting to feel a little sore already, but fuck it, it was worth it. And it will be again.
This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship, he decides.