MOROCCO AND MANGOES CHAPTER 1

Morocco and Mangoes
“I thought we were here to learn our lines!” Colin yelled over the commotion. “Isn't that why you all raided my bed so early in the damn morning?” He waved the pages of the script helplessly, and was rewarded with a pillow in the face. “Son of a bitch!” There was laughter.
Colin's spacious rooms at a hotel older and grander than any he had ever stayed in, located on the shore of the Mediterranean Sea in lovely Melilla, Morocco, also had the grandest bed he'd ever slept in. At night it was too big and made him feel paranoid, forcing him to sleep to one side with pillows piled around him. In the morning the bed was his downfall, as was the connecting door to the suite next to his.
Jared had come skulking with the sun barely on the horizon, which was expected—Jared enjoyed a good practical joke and Colin was prepared. What Colin hadn't expected was for him to bring reinforcements, and saw this as an act of war as Alexander would have. Once he got loose from the blankets they wrapped him up in, he called out the traitors.
“Jonny!” He yelled at his fellow Irishman, who was doubled over with laughter as Jared was. “Ok, you I might have known, but Francisco?” Colin shook his head at the willowy Spanish beauty who was laughing with the others. “You're supposed to be the good one!”
He said something in Spanish that Colin didn't quite catch, then smiled winningly. “Jared paid me,” he said in his melodic accent.
The bed could easily hold four, maybe five in a pinch—but somehow the three of them managed to take up all the extra space. They'd brought their scripts in good faith, but Colin was the only one holding his now. Jared had brought a radio, and found a station that played American pop music. He had it turned up so loud that Colin was glad the walls were thick. Oliver would be pissed if they got kicked out of the poshest hotel in Morocco.
Jonathan had settled himself comfortably on the other side of the bed, propped up on a mountain of pillows like the Royal Prince of Snot himself. He had a white wifebeater on, his dark hair tousled on his shoulders, and was currently being entertained by Jared, who was dancing on the bed. Jared wore only a pair of baggy, dark blue cotton pajama pants, which were nearly falling off his slender hips, so much so that Colin kept getting a peek of his pubes as he turned. His hair was wild around his face and shoulders. Francisco, since his first conspiring, was the only one now behaving himself. He was sitting Indian-style near Jonathan's feet, dressed in a very nice pair of black silk pajamas with white trim. His hair was messy, but it was charming rather than unkempt.
“C'mon!” Jared reached down and tugged Francisco by his sleeve. “You're the dancer! Get up here with me!”
Francisco smiled and got to his feet. It was clear after just a moment who had more grace. Despite the rather inappropriate music for someone of his skill, Francisco's body was like liquid, and moved as smoothly. Colin couldn't say he liked the sight more, though. There was something to be said about the way Jared was working his hips, the slow grinding circles that made his pants shift. The pull and stretch of his flat stomach with its whisper-thin treasure trail was hypnotic. Francisco moved better, but he was fully clothed.
Jonathan started egging them on and offering lewd suggestions, while Colin tried to study his script again. The words ran together so he didn't know where he was. It was like a slumber party from hell. To much encouraging laughter, Jared mounted the thick, carved wooden bedpost at the left foot of the bed and used it like a stripper's pole. Colin had seen worse in clubs, he had to admit. Jared did a fearless spin with his legs locked around it and landed on the bed, flat on his back.
“What have you been teaching him!” Jonathan howled in delight at Francisco.
Francisco was laughing. “Not that!”
Colin didn't miss the way Jonathan beamed at Francisco adoringly, this morning or any other time since they had met. Colin smiled and tried to find his place in his script.
Jared got up and resumed dancing. Francisco was watching him and started mimicking his grinding movements. He was almost too graceful to pull it off. Jonathan sat up and began snapping his fingers, singing ‘Dancing Queen' in a high-pitched, horribly off key voice.
Jared kept bumping his foot against Colin's leg, and Colin thought it was an accident until it happened the third time. Colin looked up at him scowling, and Jared smiled back. Jonathan reached over and turned the radio down as the song ended.
“Dog pile!” Jared suddenly yelled. “Colin needs some more waking up!”
Colin shouted, and tried to save his script from Jared's incoming attack. Jared was a hot, sweaty weight on top of him, his hair falling across Colin's face and smelling strongly of shampoo. They wrestled and yowled, tangling in the blankets. No one else jumped on, preferring instead to laugh. Jonathan complained loudly that Jared was kicking him at one point and thumped him on the back.
Colin had to laugh, as he was mauled, poked, pinched, and tickled. Finally he rolled Jared off him with a great heave, and Jared flopped down between Colin and Jonathan with a triumphant sigh. His hair was all over his face.
Jonathan slid back down on his pillows and turned toward Jared. He started drawing Jared's hair away from his face. “Aw, did he hurt you pretty Hephaistion?” Jonathan cooed.
“Him!” Colin found his script again, his place now hopelessly lost. “He attacked me!”
Francisco was sitting gracefully next to Jonathan's feet again, smiling at them. He was not, perhaps, so accustomed to roughhousing as they were. In fact in front of him Colin sometimes felt like an uncouth behemoth. It was clear he was a good guy though, and Colin wanted him to fit in.
Jared remained in his spot, being doted upon by Jonathan, so close to Colin that Colin could feel his heat. He smelled vaguely of soap and sweat, with an underlying touch of deodorant.
“Here,” Colin waved the script in front of Jared's face. “We're supposed to be practicing our lines.”
Jonathan had his chin resting on top of Jared's head now, though his eyes and his little smile was focused on Francisco. Jared was nearly purring.
“I know all my lines,” Jared batted the script away.
“Oh really,” Colin flipped through the pages, skimming them. “Let's try out a few then, shall we?”
He found some lines they had together, ones they would be saying on a balcony in Babylon. It was supposed to be a scene that demonstrated the depth of their relationship. Colin read his lines, then looked expectantly at Jared.
Jared hesitated, and Jonathan snickered. Then Jared rolled off his lines, complete with accent, though not much emotion.
“Lucky guess,” Colin turned the page, said a few more, and waited again.
Jared did well at first, then he tapered off. “Is there not love…um…in Alexander…uh…something something something.”
Jonathan cracked up and Francisco smiled.
“Exactly,” Colin smacked his fingers against the script. “That's exactly what it says. Something something something.” Jared was snickering. “It's so poetic. Straight out of Homer.”
Jared batted at Colin's script again, making him scowl. He flicked Jared on the ear and he yelped.
“You guys are such a cute couple,” Jonathan informed them.
Colin ignored him and looked at Francisco. “Tell them how important it is to study.”
Francisco spread his elegant hands and smiled. “I have no lines.”
Jonathan and Jared howled with laughter at this. Jared opened his arms wide to him. “I love you child! Come to me.”
Francisco grinned and crawled forward to Jared, who pulled him down on top of him and made a show of both mauling and embracing him. Colin scowled at all the wiggling and jostling, but he suspected Jared did it to get Francisco closer to Jonathan—which he indeed did by rolling over on his side with his arms around Francisco and depositing him between the two of them. Colin stole a furtive sniff of Francisco as he was rolled away. He smelled good, the faint remnants of some exotic cologne or shampoo or something.
“Francisco has to work harder than any of us!” Jonathan was now petting Francisco's hair. Francisco was wedged between him and Jared and looking a little nervous. This meant Jared was shoved up against Colin. Colin didn't move and pretended not to notice. “He has to dance,” Jonathan said.
“For Alexander,” Jared turned his head, nearly backwards and upside down to look at Colin, putting an exaggerated accent on his words.
“For Alexander,” Jonathan mocked.
Colin groaned and tugged the blankets up over his face. There was tittering laughter, then someone tugged sharply at his hair. “Hey!”
“We can still see you,” Jared said. “We can tell it's you by the bad dye job.” Louder laughter followed this.
“Hey!” Colin whipped the blankets off, scowling. “I didn't do it myself! It was for the part!”
All the sudden Jonathan sat up and gave a gasp. “Oh my God, I love this song,” he said longingly. He turned the radio up, then kicked the covers off and struggled to his feet on the mattress.
“If you love it so much, why don't you marry it?” Jared said.
Jonathan gave him a simpering look, wobbling on his feet. “Why don't you and Alexander make out under the covers?”
Jared smirked and gave Colin a sideways glance. Colin glanced back. Jonathan leaned over Francisco and grabbed his hand, tugging. “Dance with me?” He said softly.
Colin studied his script again, but exchanged a knowing smile with Jared as the two began a sort of wobbling slow dance on the end of the bed. Francisco was smiling softly. Jonathan looked like a terrified fifteen-year-old at a school dance who didn't know where to put his hands.
“Here,” Colin handed Jared the script. “Let's practice.”
Jared took the script, glanced at it, then tossed it off the side of the bed over top of Colin. Colin gave a long-suffering sigh. He was beyond arguing though, and too distracted. He settled onto his side, snuggling against the pillows, so his mouth was right next to Jared's ear. Jared was watching the other two.
“You're going to fail horribly as an actor,” Colin murmured.
Jared smirked and turned his face to him. “I don't care,” he said smugly. “I have my music career.”
“Aren't you the lucky one?” Colin smiled. Jared didn't turn his face away. Colin was staring into his eyes while some sappy pop song played in the background. It was oddly ironic, in this grand room in this grand bed in a land steeped with thousands of years of history. Colin almost felt like he should say something poetic, like Alexander would.
It was impossible to say anything though. Jared had the most incredible blue eyes, and when Colin stared into them for too long he forgot everything—the room around him, his lines, the fact that he was supposed to be straight. Well, except for that one time in school, but what kid didn't experiment? And the one time in New York of course, but it was a party and he was drunk. And the time in London, at that pub—shit. Well, he was fairly certain anyway that it wasn't considered homosexual if the male object in question was prettier than any woman.
Jared was the one who finally broke the gaze, looking back over at the other two. Colin looked too. Jonathan was facing them, his chin resting on Francisco's shoulder. He made eyes at them like “what do I do now?” Unplanned, Colin and Jared simultaneously grinned and gave him a thumbs-up.
Still smiling, Jared rolled over on his side facing Colin. He was above the blankets and Colin below them, but Colin could feel his body through them. He hoped they were thick enough that Jared wouldn't be feeling him in a moment.
“Do you like Morocco?” Jared asked softly. They were staring into each other's eyes again, their faces so close that Colin could feel Jared's breath on his chin. The bed was shifting slightly near Colin's feet, where the other two were dancing.
“It's beautiful,” Colin said, just as softly.
“What do you like best about it?” Jared shifted a little closer.
“Um…” Colin tried to think. Morocco. Yes. What was that again? “The water.”
Jared gave a laugh. He had incredibly soft-looking lips. “The beach here in Melilla?”
“Yeah. It's pretty,” Colin shifted too, rather glad now that Jared wasn't under the covers with him. “It's so…blue. The water. And your eyes.” He was trying to be smooth, though when it came out it sounded anything but.
Jared laughed again, his long eyelashes fluttering. Somewhere in the background, the song had stopped. The bed shifted as Francisco got down off of it.
“I'll be right back,” he said with a smile as headed toward the bathroom, bare feet slapping on the black and white tile floor. Jonathan clambered up to Jared and Colin, straddling their legs.
“Are we practicing for our love scene?” He was clearly giddy and over stimulated. “Aw, kissy kissy! Kissy kissy, come on!” He started trying to smash their faces together.
“We don't have a love scene!” Jared laughed, struggling and pushing at Jonathan. “Why don't you quit projecting!”
“What's that supposed to mean?” Jonathan crawled off of them, making sure to give them both an ‘accidental' kick on the way.
“What does that mean?” Colin mocked. “It means quit living your wet dreams through us.” He pointed meaningfully toward the bathroom door.
Jonathan actually blushed. Colin saw a spot to needle him, and deep down, defend his own masculinity. “You should go in there and see if he needs any help.”
“Yeah,” Jared took up the thread, perhaps needing to defend something himself. “Get in there and fuck him over the sink.” Jared started thrusting his hips lewdly, which made Colin's breath catch. “Get in there and do that hard!”
“Shhh!” Jonathan hissed at them. “God, you guys are fucking perverts.”
“You know you want to.” Colin's voice was a bit squeaky from the hip-thrust thing, which incidentally had been right against him. “Go ask him if he wants a bit o' the Irish in him.” Colin winked.
“Oh my God,” Jonathan crawled to the edge of the bed and got up. “I can't sit around here and have my virgin ears raped.”
“Don't say things like that,” Jared said. “It makes me wanna stick my cock in your ear.”
Jonathan rolled his eyes. He found his slippers and pushed them on.
“I'm serious!” Jared gave a mock moan, which did even more for the tingle in Colin's lower regions than the hip thrusting. “God, your ears turn me on so fucking bad.”
Jonathan made a rude gesture at Jared, and Jared snickered. Jonathan turned, hesitated a moment, and then looked toward the bathroom door. He padded over to it.
“Oh my God,” Jared gasped. “Are you really going in there?”
Jonathan waved a hand at them distractedly, and inclined his head toward the door. Colin gave a sharp laugh. “What're you doing Jonny? Listening to him have a piss?” Jared started laughing too, and Jonathan scowled and waved his hand angrily. “You got scarier fetishes than Jared.” Colin said. He and Jared dissolved into giggling and snickers.
“The water is running,” Jonathan gave them a dark look as came toward the bed again. “Maybe he's using your shower.”
“Shower sex is so hot,” Jared said. “I mean, with the water, and the tile, and the soap is all slippery, it makes it so easy to do stuff. It's all slick and lubricated…”
Colin subtly shifted more of the blanket into his crotch area.
“Maybe he went in there for a wank,” Colin suggested, thinking that sounded incredibly good right now. “Maybe you got him all hot and bothered with that dance.”
Jonathan was standing at the foot of the bed, hands resting on the carved footboard, glowering at them. “You guys are so funny, are you sure this movie isn't going to be a comedy?”
Just then the bathroom door opened, and they all attempted to look innocent and not laugh. Jonathan looked around, smiling at Francisco as he came up to the foot of the bed.
“So are we going to breakfast?” Francisco looked around at all of them.
“Yes,” Jonathan slapped his hand on the footboard. “Come on harpies, up out of bed! It's time for food!”
Colin felt a wave of panic. He looked sideways at Jared. Jared chuckled and rolled toward Colin a little, half-burying his face in the pillow. He whispered. “Shit.”
“What?” Colin swallowed, trying to think of non-sexy things. Kittens, green meadows, sandcastles, Val Kilmer in a thong eating peanut butter.
“I can't get up right now,” Jared whispered. “I'm gonna need a moment.”
Thinking of Jared not being able to get up either definitely didn't go in the non-sexy column. It made things worse, in fact.
“We're coming,” Colin said. Or we need to be. “Go get dressed. We'll meet you downstairs.”
Jonathan raised an eyebrow at them with a smirk. “You've got exactly fifteen minutes. Exactly.”
Once they were gone, Colin looked hesitantly at Jared. Jared lifted his face from the pillow and smiled. He looked unruffled as always. Jared never got edgy.
“Do you feel awkward?” Jared asked him.
“A little,” Colin admitted. He rolled onto his back, since the covers were disguising his situation. “I mean, it is fucking awkward, isn't it?”
“Don't feel awkward on my behalf,” Jared shrugged, his hair sliding over his shoulder. “It's a compliment. It's flattering.”
“It's probably just because we were laying like that. The closeness and all.” Colin didn't know why he felt the need to explain it away.
Jared laughed softly. “So I'm not sexy?”
“I didn't say that,” Colin looked at him, his anxiousness turning to anxiety. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that.”
“So,” Jared glanced around the bed, then looked back at Colin. “Should we just get up? I mean, we both know the other is sporting wood, so does it really matter? Why don't we just get up, and I'll go to my room and get dressed, and you can get dressed, and it'll go away and that'll be that.”
It sounded so reasonable that Colin couldn't help but agree. “All right.” He nodded, then after a moment sat up. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table, wondering how fast he could dress if he had a quick wank first.
Jared sat up and crawled off the bed. Colin kept his eyes averted from him while he pushed the covers off himself and looked for his slippers over the side of the bed. His shorts were embarrassingly tented out. He kept hunched over.
Jared surprised him by coming around in front of him. Colin's eyes instantaneously went to the tent in the front of Jared's pajama bottoms. Then he looked up at his face, trying not to blush too much.
Jared gave him a soft smile and leaned over, plucking something up from the bedside table. “Need to get my watch,” he said softly. Then he turned and went toward the door that connected their rooms, not at all walking like a man who was sporting an impressive erection. He gave Colin a glance over his shoulder before he slipped through the door.
It took just under three minutes to get off. Colin had plenty of time to dress.
***
A few days later, Colin was sitting in his chair on the set, sipping lemon tea and looking over his script. It was hot, even under the makeshift tent for the actors, and he really wished the tea were a beer, or a good whisky. He was in costume, which made things even hotter. Jared was sitting beside him, squinting out into the sunlight and watching them set up. He was in costume too.
“How often do you think our characters have sex?” Jared asked.
Colin had the cup of tea halfway to his mouth and stopped, looking up from his script. Jared was looking at him quite seriously. Colin had teased him earlier about all the eyeliner, but in truth he thought it made his eyes look even bigger and prettier. Colin had some on too, but his eyes were dark and it didn't set them off as well.
“Just concentrate on the scene.”
“I'm serious,” Jared said. “How often do you think they have sex? I think it's an important thought to consider, if we're going to play these roles correctly.”
Colin thought about it for a moment. He looked down at his tea, then rested it on the arm of his chair. “I don't know,” he shrugged. “They've been together for a long time. It seems like sex is woefully lacking in long-term relationships.” Colin smirked. “So I've been told.”
Jared just nodded. “Do you think that's why Alexander takes a lover?” Jared glanced toward Francisco on the other side of the tent. He wasn't shooting today, but Jonathan was, and it seemed lately they'd been attached at the hip. They looked funny, standing together talking. Jonathan was in his costume, and Francisco was in jeans and gauzy white shirt. It rode up a little, giving a glimpse of narrow hipbones.
“Maybe,” Colin took a sip of his tea. He liked to keep his mouth wet before he had extensive speaking parts. “Maybe he's bored with Hephaistion and needs some fresh young arse.”
“So, do you think maybe they do it once a month?”
“I wouldn't think that often,” Colin couldn't believe how seriously he was taking this discussion. “They don't even see each other that much, they're always off doing separate things, and Alexander has so many duties. Hephaistion goes off to lead separate campaigns sometimes, I'm sure.”
“I bet it keeps them from being bored of each other then, like you said.” Jared shifted in his chair. His legs were crossed and he twitched his dangling foot. “I bet when they finally do get a night together, they rip the sheets off the bed,” he gave a lewd growl.
Colin smirked. “Maybe. There was plenty of sex ready for both of them whenever they wanted it, though.”
“Ah, but they didn't want it. They loved each other. And Alexander was a model of restraint.”
“Kind of throws out the whole sheet-ripping thing then,” Colin smirked and tried to concentrate on his lines again.
“Imagine it,” Jared said, his voice sounding almost dreamy. “Hephaistion comes back from a long campaign away—a month, maybe two. He comes to the king's tent that night, and Alexander's just been waiting until they can be alone together. He's burning up for it. All he's been able to think about is Hephaistion's mouth on his cock, about pounding into that sweet ass. He's been denying himself all these long nights, so fucking horny he can barely breathe.”
Colin's fingers curled tightly on the edge of his script. He cleared his throat. “You should write books. Maybe if the music career doesn't work out either.”
Jared smirked. He was watching Colin slyly. He went on, lowering his voice so he didn't attract an audience. “I bet it's rough, and hot. Nothing pretty about those two, not after they've been away from each other for so long. I bet Alexander has to stuff a rag in Hephaistion's mouth to keep him from waking up the entire camp.”
Colin's toes curled inside his boots. Inside his socks, technically. Macedonians didn't wear socks, but the leather chafed and they didn't show. Colin glanced up at him.
“Is this like, mental masturbation for you?”
“I'm just speculating,” Jared smiled sweetly, but there was something in his eyes, sharp and twinkling. “You want me to tell you about how Alexander shoots all over his back?”
“We should get ready,” Colin quickly gathered up his script.
The day was long, and hot. They were filming Alexander's wedding, and Colin felt even worse for Rosario, who had to be draped in a heavy gown and veil all day. Everyone was cranky, and none of the takes seemed to come off right. Atop that, Colin was incredibly distracted. Every time he was waiting for action to be called he stole a glance at Jared. Jared was always glancing back, and giving him a little smirk. It was very Alexander and Hephaistion.
Dinner was a most welcome thing that night, and everyone was so relieved to be off the set, on a nice breezy patio with drinks all around, that spirits were high. During dessert Colin and Jared leaned toward each other, both eyeing Jonathan and Francisco across the table. For the past twenty minutes they'd been sitting almost on top of each other, talking quietly and completely ignoring everyone else. The steamy looks were enough to turn the table into a sauna.
“They're gonna do it tonight,” Jared said lowly, near Colin's shoulder.
“Nah, not tonight,” Colin said. “Jonny doesn't move that quick.”
“They are,” Jared said soft and sing-songy. He took a drink from his glass. Colin studied the other two carefully. They were wrapped up in each other, but that didn't necessarily mean sex was on the horizon.
“I don't think they will.” Colin reiterated.
“They're gonna fuck,” Jared put special, lascivious emphasis on the word ‘fuck.' He was leaning over, whispering close to Colin's ear. “Hot, sweaty, hard fucking all night long, on every piece of furniture in the room. On the floor, too.”
“Have you ever sought counseling for your sexual addiction?”
Jared sat up straight and looked Colin in the eye. “Twenty bucks says they do.”
Colin snorted. “How are you gonna know if they do?”
“We'll ask Jonny tomorrow morning,” Jared smiled deviously. “Even if he won't tell us, we'll know if he's lying by the way he denies it.”
Colin rolled his eyes, but they shook on it. “Aren't you ever ashamed of yourself?” Colin asked him.
Jared smirked. “How do you know they don't have the same bet on us?”
Colin didn't know what to say to that. In fact, he wasn't sure what to say the rest of the meal, so he said nothing. After, when everyone said their goodbyes and Jared smirked in Colin's direction when Jonathan and Francisco left together, Jared tugged him by his sleeve.
“C'mon. Let's walk along the patio.”
They did, holding the remains of their drinks. It was nearly dark out now, the stars glittering over the rolling waters. They walked out to the end of the patio, where nobody was around. Colin had a feeling he knew what was coming, and didn't exactly try to avert it.
“How come you haven't kissed me yet?” Jared asked. They were leaning on the railing, shoulders touching.
“What makes you think I want to?”
“Don't you?”
“I might.”
They were quiet for a minute. Colin finished off his drink.
“I suppose you've heard I mess around with all my leading ladies,” Colin said.
“Is that what I am?” Jared looked over at him. “Your leading lady?” He bumped his hip against Colin's and winked. Colin smirked.
“Well I'm sure as hell not the woman in the relationship.”
“Of course not.”
They were silent again, then Colin sighed. “Kissing leads to other things.”
“Like?”
“What Jonny and Francisco are probably doing right now.”
Jared smirked, and moved away from the railing. Colin moved too, and they were facing each other. “You are so gonna lose,” Jared said.
Colin didn't feel much like a loser, though. Jared's lips were as soft as they looked. But he kissed hard, which Colin liked, and involved a lot of tongue, which Colin liked even more. Jared's body was warm in the chill wind off the water.
“I've been away for months,” Jared whispered against his chin, where his lips left wet trails that cooled quickly. “Have you been burning for me?” His hands were sliding down Colin's sides, making him aware of his ribs, aware of his hipbones where the hands settled and squeezed.
“Couldn't wait to get you alone,” Colin breathed back.
It seemed a long time getting back to Colin's room, despite there being only one floor to the hotel and his room being in close proximity to the patio. Jared straddled him on the bed. Everything but their shoes was still on, but Jared's hips were moving, rubbing.
“Did you jerk off the other morning, after I left?” Jared was gazing down at him, a smile playing on his lips.
“Maybe,” Colin answered. He could still be cool. Even with the friction on his cock and Jared's weight across his hips.
“You did,” Jared tugged Colin's shirt up, fingers crawling along his skin. “What were you thinking about while you did it?”
“I'm not telling,” Colin watched him. Jared's hair was all around his face, loose and wild from the wind outside.
“C'mon, I'll tell you what I was thinking about.”
“You did it?”
“Only the instant I got through the door,” Jared smirked. “I did it against the door, actually. Thought maybe I could hear you through it.”
“Such a pervert.”
“I was thinking about sucking your cock.”
Colin drew a sharp breath, his cock twitching at that, trapped beneath the rhythmic movements of Jared's hips. “God, we must be psychic,” Colin said huskily.
“We must be,” Jared ceased moving, then slid down.
Despite nearly vibrating with arousal, Colin somehow helped Jared get his jeans and shorts down, his cock ecstatically glad to be free and sticking up eagerly when this was done. Jared said approvingly, “I see the gossip is true.”
Colin made a face. “God, don't bring that up here.” Then he shut his mouth, because Jared started using his.
He wasn't like a woman. He didn't tease and play and pick the best direction from which to approach. He went to it without pretense. He was efficient, and direct. Colin was enormously turned on by this. He wasn't sure what was hotter, watching those soft lips slide up and down his shaft, or the fact that Jared had gathered his hair back and was holding it against the back of his neck so Colin could watch.
After a time Jared started using his other hand to squeeze, circled fingers sliding up and down near the base of Colin's cock with the movements of his mouth. His stubbled chin glanced and tickled Colin's balls. Loose strands of his hair brushed against Colin's thighs and stomach, especially as Jared's arm started getting tired and his hand relaxed in his hair. Colin's fingers were curled in the blanket, the rest of his body rigid. He could barely breathe.
“Do you want me to come?” Colin whispered shakily.
Jared slowed, and then stopped. Not once had he given his jaw a break. Now he slid his mouth off and gave the head a parting lick. They hadn't turned the lights on, but the light from the patio was filtering in the windows, giving a muted glow to everything. Jared looked up at Colin, and he could see his eyes were bright, cheeks flushed, lips dark.
“Do you want to come?”
“Fuck yes,” Colin, almost without his will, was moving his hips, seeking out that stimulation again.
“Do you wanna fuck me?”
Colin thought about it for a moment. Jared sucked at his swollen lower lip, looking at him expectantly with those wide eyes. His fingers were still laced loosely around the base of Colin's cock.
“Yeah,” Colin finally said. “If you want to.”
“You got a condom?”
“Yeah, I'll get one.”
Jared removed his hand, and moved over on the bed. Colin sat up, trying to clear his head. Jared lay sprawled next to him, his shirt tugged up. He started undoing his jeans.
“Get something for lube, too.” Jared said as Colin got off the bed.
Colin kicked his jeans and shorts the rest of the way off, and with shirt still on and cock bobbing, went into the bathroom. A quick inspection of the counters and shelves, squinting painfully in the light, and he found a bottle of complimentary shower gel. The condoms were in his travel bag. He got one out and brought the items back.
“Where did you learn to suck cock like that?” Colin asked. Jared had his shirt off now, and was pushing his jeans off.
“Same place as everyone else.”
Colin smirked, watching him kick his jeans and underwear off. Even in the half-light, Colin could see he had a very nice body. He was also very hard, though it was pretty shadowy in that area. Colin used his sense of touch to assess it better.
“Mmm,” Jared's hips moved as Colin stroked. “Where'd you learn to do that?”
“Same place as everyone else.”
Jared turned his face to his. Colin could smell the musk on his lips and hesitated a moment. After the initial taste though, it was just Jared's mouth and tongue, hot and wet.
Hot and wet was the order of things in Colin's hand as well. He rolled his palm over the head, gathering wetness—Jared was circumcised, he noticed—then slicked it down the shaft, his strokes smoother with it.
“God,” Jared moaned against his lips. Colin felt Jared's hand creeping across his thigh and spread his legs for him.
“Am I gonna have to stuff a rag in your mouth?” Colin murmured.
“God, please do. Tie me up too, if you will.”
Colin wasn't sure if he was joking, and got the feeling he wasn't entirely. Colin just chuckled though, then gave a gasp as Jared's hand found his cock and started to mimic him.
Colin kissed at his neck, which was growing sweaty, and nuzzled in the mass of his wild hair. It smelled salty from the sea air. He kissed down his collarbone, then over his shoulder, giving it a little nip. Jared made a soft hiss at that.
“I don't receive,” Colin said, trying to sound firm through the debilitating waves of pleasure emanating from his groin. “I'm sorry, I just don't.”
“Oh I do,” Jared released his cock and drew away. He moved over and rolled onto his stomach, the curving silhouette of his back and ass traced by the light. “I love it. So you'll hear no complaints from me.”
Colin fumbled for the needed items on the bed. “You've done this before?”
“Like you haven't. Come on.” He tugged gently at Colin's arm—gentle, but impatient.
Colin found himself within a moment pressed against the sensuous curve of his back and ass, Jared's skin hot, damp, and smelling faintly of soap and musk. Colin licked at his shoulder, tasting salt. “So you love it, huh?”
“Yes,” Jared pushed his ass back into Colin's crotch, so his cock rested along the cleft. “God, I do.” He pressed his forehead into the pillow. Colin got the feeling he was losing him to his shamelessness.
The bath gel had a faintly fruity scent to it. Jared snickered, his voice lazy with desire. “Didn't you have any oil or anything?”
“I don't go around planning on fucking guys,” Colin said. He didn't bother to warm it, just squeezed it down the crack of Jared's ass, and he jumped.
“Well I have some! I don't use it for that. It's good for taking matters into your own hands, if you get my drift.”
“Too late for it.” Colin was already pressing one gel-coated finger into him.
He was tight, hot, and moaned deliciously. Colin's cock strained with anticipation of getting in there. Jared worked his hips so Colin barely had to move his hand at all.
“Give me the condom,” Jared said breathily, lifting his head. “I'll open it while you do that.”
Colin plucked the little foil packet up off the bed and pressed it into Jared's hand.
“You know,” Colin said. “I bet they do fuck like animals after they've been away from each other.” He added some more gel, and eased a second finger in. The scent of mangoes was almost appalling, and yet amusing.
“Yeah,” Jared's voice was muffled. Colin heard a faint tearing sound. “I bet he rides the hell out of Alexander's cock.”
“I bet Alexander rides him like a horse.”
“I bet they fuck so hard that Hephaistion can't walk the next morning.”
“Let's find out,” Colin slid his fingers out and Jared gave a soft groan. Colin hadn't thought to bring a towel, and after a moment's debate wiped his mango gel-covered fingers on the bedspread, sparing a thought for the poor unsuspecting housekeepers. The condom was handed back to him, the top of the packet ripped off.
Colin didn't think he'd ever get his senses about him enough to put the damn thing on. It didn't help that Jared's thighs were pressed against his knees, or that the slope of his back was now wet with sweat and catching the light. Then there was his tangled hair, spread over the pillow, whispering to Colin to pull it. Soft, impatient sighs and quick breaths added to the buzz in Colin's head.
Once it was on though, he was inside Jared quick enough, his heat dulled only a little by the thin rubber. Jared moaned and gripped desperately at the pillows. He did like it.
“That's good,” Jared breathed out in delight. “Oh, fuck me.”
Colin liked it loud, liked to know he was getting the job done. Jared had no qualms about getting this across. He gave a sharp cry with every inward thrust, and a harsh pant on each withdrawal. He didn't bury his face in the pillow or go supple, instead pushing back and demanding more with his entire body. He'd merely had his hips elevated at first, but with some shifting got up on his hands and knees. Colin wanted to tell him he was fucking exquisite, but he couldn't talk.
Watching the light move across Jared's back, watching him toss the long, rumpled strands of his hair, Colin's fingers itched and flexed on Jared's hips. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he grabbed himself a nice sweaty handful of it. Jared shrieked like a demon and slammed himself back so hard on Colin's cock that he felt the shock in his thighs.
“Yes!” Jared snarled. “That's it. That's it!”
The bed was sturdy and huge, but they got it to move. True to their alter egos, Jared made short work of the bedclothes. Colin gripped his hair hard, pulled his head back, and rode him into utter ecstasy, completely helpless to do anything else. By the time he spilled into the condom, he thought he was going to die from the intensity of it.
He barely had his senses when Jared slid off his cock. He was vaguely aware of letting go of his hair, then Jared turning over beneath him, and being drawn down onto his hot, trembling body. Jared pulled Colin's hand between them, to his cock, which was still hard.
“Finish me off,” Jared half ordered, half begged.
Colin gripped him and stroked with what strength he had left in him, face pressed to Jared's sweat-soaked neck and breathing him in harshly. Jared squirmed and clung and dug his nails in, and at the last locked his legs around Colin's waist and went utterly stiff with a harsh cry. He came hot and wet over already hot, wet skin. Colin was panting, his spent body responding nonetheless with desire to the feel of Jared's release. It was probably the roughest sex he'd ever had, and he felt high.
Afterwards, cooling off and calming down, sprawled next to each other on the bed, Colin closed his eyes and smiled lazily. “Mmm, damn. Now that's some afterglow.”
“Endorphins,” Jared said, sounding spaced out. “The harder you do it, the sharper it is and the longer it lasts.”
Colin lay there, enjoying it. The air smelled like mangoes and come, and he found himself snickering at the absurdity. He could feel the gel bottle against his left foot.
When the haze finally wore off, Colin turned on a bedside lamp and figured out where the wastebasket was. He deposited the condom in it, got them some towels to clean up with, then they laid back down and shared a cigarette.
“God, my ass is gonna hurt so bad tomorrow,” Jared lamented. “Not to mention my head.” He gently touched his scalp, wincing.
Colin took a long drag of the cigarette, watching the smoke curl and drift above them. “Sorry about that. It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“It was a great fucking idea,” Jared plucked the cigarette out of his hand.
When the cigarette was gone, they lay staring up at the ceiling. Jared rolled over and nudged his chin against Colin's shoulder. “I bet they're doing it right now.”
“We should go find out.”
“Nah, they wouldn't answer the door. We'll wait till breakfast.”
Jared stayed in his room that night, not like the bed wasn't big enough. Even so, before morning Colin awoke to find Jared pressed up against him and both of them to one side of the bed. Colin smiled and buried his face in his hair, and went back to sleep. They would have been up all night playing, but they were exhausted from the day's shooting.
The next morning at breakfast, Jonathan and Francisco both looked tired, but quietly happy, as though they shared some sort of secret. Colin could already feel his wallet getting lighter. Jared watched them as he ate, smirking. At least he had the decency to wait until Francisco got up from the table for a moment.
“Did you guys do it last night?” Jared was leaning across the table conspiratorially, chewing a mouthful of food and a fork in hand. Jonathan looked up at him aghast, and made a face.
“God! That is none of your fucking business!”
Jared smirked and continued chewing. He smacked Colin with the fork. “We did.”
“Jared!” Colin whacked him in the side, and he laughed, nearly losing his mouthful. Jonathan shook his head in disgust.
“I'm not quite as ill as either of you,” Jonathan said. “Mind your own damn business.”
Jared held out his hand to Colin. Colin sighed and dug in his pocket.
Francisco came back and Jonathan declared they were leaving to head to the set. Colin looked up at them. As they turned away, he heard Jonathan mutter, “I won, pay up.”
In their wake, Colin and Jared stared.
“Those conniving bastards!” Jared plunked his fork down on the table. “Oh it's on now. It's on.”
Colin grinned. “Come on, we better get to set. The hairdresser is going to have to be gentle with your head today.”
They rose, and followed the others. Some distance ahead of them, Jonathan looked back over his shoulder at them and gave a smirk.
“Do you think Alexander and Hephaistion would have tolerated that sort of insolent behavior?” Jared asked.
“No,” Colin smiled, then pushed up his sleeves. “Catch that little bastard.”
They took off after them, and with a delighted shout, the other two took off as well. Their downfall was that Francisco had strong legs and could run like hell, and he drug Jonathan along with him. In the end, the two greatest lovers in history had to concede defeat because Hephaistion got a stitch in his side.

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