The Art of Lubrication
“What do you suppose Alexander and Hephaistion used for lube?”
This discussion had been going on for the past four days. Jared picked it up, as though it had never been dropped, at every opportunity—in between takes, while they were in makeup, even over dinner. Every time he opened his mouth, his sentences started with “Do you think Alexander and Hephaistion…?” or “What do you think Alexander and Hephaistion…?” Colin wondered if he was really trying to get into the mind of his character or if he was just bored.
“I'm sure they had oils and stuff,” Colin was nursing a beer. There was a fire on the beach tonight, but they were the only two sitting by it at the moment. Most of the attention was down the beach, where some of the crew and a few members of the cast had started a game of American football, a sport that Colin could never quite figure out. Of course, the Americans thought proper football was complicated too, and Jared had insisted, “that's not football, it's soccer.” Colin challenged him to a game just to show him what was what, but Jared said he didn't play sports.
“Why do you care then?” Colin had asked him.
“Because you're pretty when you're indignant.”
The sun was setting over the ocean and the water had gone all deep blue and pink, streaked with gold. No matter where Colin traveled, he never failed to appreciate the beauty of nature. He had been in some of the most naturally beautiful places in the world.
“So,” Jared had his own beer tucked in his crotch. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, which was rippling over his chest in the wind. “Oils, you think?”
“Sure as hell beats fruity shower gel.”
Jared smirked and took a drink of his beer. Jonathan came over then and joined them, sitting down next to Colin. He had his cargo pants rolled up to his knees, and a rather fetching shell bracelet around his left ankle. He was eating a slice of apple. They had a table set up with finger foods and drinks nearby.
“How's things?” Jared asked Jonathan, putting special emphasis on the word ‘things.' Jonathan shot a look at him.
“Things are fine. How are your things?”
“Hangin' like grapefruits,” Jared gave a manly sneer and took another drink of his beer. Jonathan rolled his eyes.
“We were just discussing lubrication in ancient times,” Colin said. He sat back, his fingers digging into the soft sand.
“I might have known,” Jonathan said around his apple.
“Well they must have had some,” Jared said. “They probably perfected the art of lubrication. I mean, there was so much ass sex going on back then.”
“There's a lot of ass sex going on now,” Jonathan said out of the corner of his mouth, chewing. “You ever been to Amsterdam?”
“You would know about ass sex.” Jared smirked. “Will you answer a question for us? We've been dying to know.”
“No.”
“Don't say ‘we,'” Colin said with a scowl.
Jared went on, undeterred. “Francisco is so graceful.” He looked to the left of the fire. Francisco was talking with some members of the location crew, who were also Spanish. He was all in white, white pants rolled up to reveal muscular calves, a white button-down shirt that was open with a white tank beneath it. The way he was standing, bare feet digging into the sand, hips thrust out, his ass was a delectable, sensuous curve. Colin took a long drink of his beer.
“He is,” Jonathan looked in Francisco's direction, a little smile playing on his lips. “He's beautiful.”
“Yes,” Jared smiled. “I bet he's really flexible and supple, too.”
Jonathan rolled his eyes. “No, that's not what I meant!” Jared scoffed. “I mean, really. Being a dancer, he must be flexible and supple. He has to be.”
Jonathan frowned thoughtfully. “Yeah, I guess so.” Colin could see Jared reeling him in from a mile away.
“Can I ask you a serious question?” Jared sounded serious indeed.
Jonathan paused, then nodded hesitantly. “Sure.”
“Can he put his legs over his head?”
Colin groaned. Jared laughed while Jonathan snapped, “Why do you have to be such a damn jerk all the time!”
“I really wanna know!” Jared protested. “Can he? I mean—like, back over his head?”
“What does that even mean!” Jonathan got to his feet. Colin looked up at him, trying not to laugh. “Anyone can put their legs over their head! All you gotta do is lay on your back, and…” he leaned back, trying to demonstrate. “You know! Just pull your legs up!”
Jared wiggled the base of his bottle into the sand so it would stay upright, then laid down on his back and pulled his legs up. With some effort, he got his knees back over his head in a sort of arrested somersault, his ass sticking up in the air. “Like this?” His muffled voice came from beneath his legs.
“I hope he gets stuck,” Jonathan muttered. Colin was chuckling.
Just then, Francisco turned and came over to the fire. He frowned curiously in Jared's direction.
“Jared's having a special Francisco,” Colin said. “You can kick him in the arse for free for the next ten minutes.”
Jonathan immediately made his way toward him. Jared yelped and straightened himself out.
Night came on, the sky over the water growing darker and filling with stars. The beach seemed to shrink until it was just the sand and objects within the circle of firelight, the people beyond it shadows in the night. Jared was lying on his side, his head propped on his hand near Colin's knee. The light picked out blond highlights in his hair, which was gathered in a loose ponytail at his neck. Colin had a blanket around his shoulders to fend off the chilly air.
“Do you think there was anything they didn't do back then that we do now?” Jared was circling his fingers idly around the mouth of his beer bottle, staring into the fire. “I mean, sexually. Do you think anything was taboo?”
“Why don't you get a book or something?” Colin was staring into the fire as well, feeling heavy and drowsy from the heat and the beer.
“They don't put things like that in books,” Jared snorted. “Anything people would actually want to read about they don't include.” Jared stretched his arm out and laid his head down on it. His hand was brushing against Colin's foot.
“I don't know,” Colin said. “When I think of Alexander the Great, my first desire isn't to know whether he gave rim jobs or not.”
“Mmm,” Jared murmured. “That sounds good.”
Colin looked down at him, raising an eyebrow. His own beer was finished, and rather than get up, he had half a mind to steal Jared's, which he only had his hand around loosely. “What sounds good?”
“A nice, slow, sloppy rimming.”
Colin shook his head. “I don't believe I phrased it that way.” He looked across the fire. Jonathan and Francisco were sharing a blanket, sitting close together and talking quietly, heads inclined toward each other. Colin was waiting for them to kiss, but there were still a lot of people around. Not that they weren't pretty obvious without it.
Colin flicked Jared's ear, causing him to jump and yelp, which gave Colin the opportunity to snatch his beer.
“Hey!” Jared rolled onto his back, scowling up at him. Colin took a drink. “I spit in that.”
Colin lowered the bottle, licking his lips. “So? I've kissed you.”
“I pissed in it.”
“Really, when did you do that? You've been sitting here the whole time.”
Jared sighed, then shifted up so he rested the back of his head on Colin's thigh. “I jerked off in it, actually.”
“That's pretty moot at this point too.”
Jared smirked, folding his hands on his stomach. Colin kept his beer, and pushed at his head, muttering. “Don't.”
“Why?” Jared swiveled to look up at him, eyes catching the firelight.
“There's a bunch of people around,” Colin murmured nervously.
“So?”
“So, it looks gay.”
Jared shook his head, lowering his eyelids. “No, when you stick your dick in my ass it looks gay. We're just being playful and friendly.”
Colin shook his head, but didn't try to push him off again. He wasn't sure what he was so worried about, but the deep-down fear remained. No one was looking at them, and Jonathan and Francisco were being far more couple-y than they were—then again, they didn't seem to care, and Francisco was openly gay—but Colin was still edgy.
“I think it's a shit double standard,” Jared said. “Girls can cuddle and goof off and no one thinks anything of it. Men are too uptight.”
“Maybe. But it was different in ancient times, now wasn't it?”
“Alexander and Hephaistion would have to say yes,” Jared plucked at his t-shirt, looking down at it. “But once you've stuck your dick in me Colin, you're not allowed to use the heterosexual card with me anymore.”
“Duly noted.”
Colin finished off Jared's beer. Francisco and Jonathan were laughing about something. After a few minutes, Jared sat up and turned so he was facing Colin. He looked Colin right in the eye. His hair was starting to come out of its ponytail.
“You wanna?” Jared asked.
Colin stared at him. Jared's long, dark lashes cast shadows on his cheeks in the flickering light.
“Wanna…what?”
“What we were talking about earlier.”
Colin frowned in confusion. He wondered if this had to do with the means of lubrication.
Jared rolled his eyes. “Rimming? Sticking your tongue in my ass? Now that you talked about it, you've got me wanting it.”
Colin was glad he wasn't drinking the beer anymore. He sputtered in surprise. “Huh?”
“You want me to say it in Greek?”
Colin's mouth opened, then closed. He could handle this one of several ways—with indignation, disgust, or humor. He decided to be honest instead. “I've never done it before,” he admitted. “Isn't it kinda…you know…” he winced. “Manky?”
Jared smacked him hard on the arm and Colin yelped. He scowled, rubbing the spot. “What the hell!”
“That's for saying my ass is manky,” he said in Colin's face. “Whatever the hell that means. I know it's not something nice.”
“I didn't say you were manky!” Jonathan and Francisco were looking their way, and Colin lowered his voice. “Just the act, you know.”
“I'll take a shower.” Jared said. “I'll make sure I'm nice and clean. I'll even use the mango shower gel if it turns you on.”
Colin was still rubbing his arm. He looked at Jared doubtfully. “But I told you, I've never—”
“Oh for the love of God,” Jared got up on his knees, pushing his hair back. “It's not that hard. You lick. You stick your tongue out and lick. Really, it's not rocket science.”
“Belligerence and mockery is not the way to get what you want sexually.”
Jared sighed. After a moment, he leaned forward. His breath was hot and damp against the shell of Colin's ear as he whispered.
“If you do this for me, I'll suck your cock so hard you'll never want anyone else to blow you again. I'll even swallow, if you assure me you're safe. Or you can come on my face if you want, or in my hair. Or both.”
Colin just made a sound, his knees drawing up. His cock agreed it was time to learn new things.
Jared drew back, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, so they shone in the firelight. His eyes were heavy-lidded and sultry. “Is that how you get what you want sexually?” He asked.
“Let's go back to the hotel.”
****
While Jared was in the shower, Colin sprawled on the bed. Jared's bed, because they were in Jared's room. Jared's room was roughly the size of his, as was the bed. He stared up at the ceiling, waiting for the water to shut off. The last time he'd felt this sexually awkward he'd been fumbling in the backseat of a car with his best friend's sister.
When Jared came out of the bathroom he was wearing a robe, his hair damp on his shoulders. As he approached the bed, Colin caught a whiff of soap and shampoo and that just-showered scent of cleanness.
“God, I hate beaches,” Jared said. “Sand gets into parts of your body you didn't even know you had.”
Jared climbed on the bed and crawled over to him. Resting on his knees, he looked steadily at Colin.
“You sure you wanna do this?”
“Yes.”
Jared pushed a strand of hair behind his ear and smiled. “We don't have to, you know. There's that one guy on the lighting crew. David, I think his name is. He's been eyeing me up. He'd probably do it.”
“Take your robe off,” Colin said testily. “Before I change my mind.”
Jared smirked and undid his robe. The bedside lamp was on, and his skin was still damp, so it caught the light. He had a beautiful body—slender hips, a nice tight belly, a chest that had muscle but not too much. He had great thighs too, thick but sleek. His cock was limp at the moment, but then so was Colin's, from nerves.
“So, how do you wanna do this?” Colin asked. “Is there some preferred position?”
“Well,” Jared let the robe fall off his shoulders, then tugged it the rest of the way off his arms. He was completely casual with his nudity. “I could always see if I can put my legs behind my head.” He smiled. “But let's not traumatize you your first time. I'll lay on my stomach.”
Colin tugged his shirt up and off, simply because it felt weird to be completely clothed with Jared naked. Jared tossed his robe aside, then moved forward onto his stomach. He gave a delighted sigh, stretching like a cat, then relaxed.
Colin eyed his ass, which was a wonderfully round, plump curve. He wondered if he was supposed to just dive in.
Jared turned his face and smiled at him. “Feel me up a bit if it makes you feel better. Ease into it.”
Colin moved over to him. That he could do, and wanted to do. He stroked his hand over the back of one thigh, the skin soft under his fingers. Jared sighed. Colin moved his hand higher, groping his ass a bit. It was soft as well.
“Do you think Alexander rimmed Hephaistion?” Jared asked lazily.
“How did I know that question was coming?”
“Mmm, I bet he did.” Colin had learned that even more than having sex, Jared loved to talk about sex. “I bet it was the perfect activity for a lazy afternoon,” Jared said. “Just pushing Hephaistion's knees back while he was lying on his pretty couch and giving him a nice leisurely tongue fucking.”
“I don't think Alexander had lazy afternoons,” Colin slid his hand into the small of Jared's back, where it was still so damp it was wet. Jared arched his hips.
“I bet if Hephaistion wanted some hot love, he had plenty of time for him,” Jared said, his voice drifting.
Colin leaned over and kissed the hollow of Jared's lower back. His skin smelled sharply of soap. He licked at the wetness there and Jared gave a soft gasp. Colin followed the line of his spine down to his tailbone with his tongue. He could do this.
“You're catching on quick,” Jared murmured. “Now you just have to go lower.” He shifted his thighs, spreading them wider so Colin could get between them. Colin settled against the bed and gave his ass a little swat.
“Quit being so damn pushy.”
Jared moaned deliciously. “Quit being so damn slow. Feel free to smack me again, too.”
Colin figured the best way to try something new was to just go for it. If he didn't like it, well, he'd stop. “Fine, I'll quit being slow.” He spread Jared's cheeks and gave a long, firm lick all the way up the crack of his ass. There was nothing to taste but clean skin, and the reaction he got from Jared was worth it.
Jared gave a wail like he'd been stabbed, and nearly came off the bed, his thighs squeezing around Colin's sides. He gasped and dropped his head against the pillow. “Oh yes.”
“Yes?” Colin leaned forward and flicked his tongue against him, more specific this time, teasing the tight little opening that presented itself.
“Yes!” Jared's fingers were curling in the blankets.
“Beg,” Colin ordered. This wasn't so hard after all, and Jared's reactions were making his cock swell.
“Please?” Jared squirmed. Colin's hands were firmly holding him open.
“I said beg.”
“Please!” Jared nearly shouted. Colin blew experimentally on the wet skin, and Jared nearly clawed through the mattress.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me with your tongue,” Jared gasped. He moaned imploringly. “Stick it in me.”
“Keep up the dirty talk.” Colin leaned forward and applied his tongue, tentatively at first, but then he quickly grew more comfortable with it. Jared was perfectly clean, and aside from his constant squirming, it was easy enough. He lapped, flicked, swirled, and eventually got up the nerve to push inside a bit. Jared kept up a stream of moaning, squealing, and a running commentary of his pleasure.
“Yes, tongue fuck my ass. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Jared's voice was a husky, heaving, demanding whisper. “More. Fuck, more please. More of your tongue.”
Pausing for a moment, Colin saw that Jared now had his hand beneath himself, his hips working. His hair was spread over the pillow and tangled on his shoulders, his face turned to the side, cheek flushed, his eyes closed.
“Am I gonna make you come like this?” Colin murmured. His own cock was pushing against his jeans, against the bed.
“Fuck yes,” Jared answered breathily. “Keep it up and it won't take long.”
The promise of that blowjob in his future, Colin returned to his work in earnest. He was surprised by how far his tongue could wiggle into him. Jared was pushing back against his face, grinding at one point, threatening to take off his nose. Colin eased his hips back down and held him there while he laved him nice and slow.
It was over, all in all, in about five minutes. Jared's skin was hot and damp with sweat now instead of water. He made a hell of a racket as he came, and Colin slipped his hand underneath him to assist with the process. He was glad it was Jared's bed and not his.
When he was done, Colin sat up and back on his knees. He wiped his mouth across his forearm, then undid his jeans to relive some of the discomfort. Jared rolled over, panting. Wetness glistened on his lower belly, though most of it had gotten on the blankets.
“Thank you,” Jared gasped, pushing his tangled hair out of his face. “Give me a minute to recover, then I'll reciprocate.”
“Take your time.” Colin crawled off the bed, and, discreetly as he could, went to the bathroom and found some mouthwash to gargle with. Not that there was a bad taste in his mouth, it was just idea. Germs and all.
When he came back, Jared propped himself up on his elbow and smirked. “I'm trying not to have a complex. Was it manky after all?”
Colin undid his jeans the rest of the way and pushed them down, along with his shorts. His cock had relaxed to semi-hardness now. “No. I'm sorry.” He winced. “It's just…”
“No need to explain,” Jared chuckled. “If I stuck my tongue in your ass, I'd wash my mouth out after too.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.” Jared assured him. “It's a very good idea, hygiene-wise. But just remember, you've got plenty of germs in your mouth as well. It's not just me.”
“In that case, maybe I should have done it beforehand too.”
Jared winced. “That probably would have burned. I'm glad you didn't.”
Colin climbed back on the bed. Jared eyed Colin's cock, then licked his lips. “I have some payback to administer.”
Jared had Colin get on his knees while he kneeled in front of him. It took very short time for Colin to harden again fully, this time in the hot, soft recess of Jared's mouth. He gasped and stroked Jared's hair back from his face so he could watch.
True to his word, Jared sucked him hard, keeping a nice tight suction with his lips and taking him deep. Colin clutched his damp hair, thrusting his hips a little. Jared's hands wandered over his thighs, then cupped his balls. The turned-up tip of his nose kept brushing against Colin's stomach, his long lashes fluttering as he worked. Colin stroked his cheek and felt it swell out with the head of his cock on the downward stroke.
Colin wasn't going to last long either. As he was nearing the brink, Jared stopped and looked up at him, pushing his hair back from his face. His eyes shone in the light. “How do you want to come?”
Colin's cock twitched and ached, the head brushing against Jared's swollen lower lip. He just wanted back inside.
“I…how do you want me to?”
“Well, are you in the mood to see it all over my face? Or do you want something simpler?”
“Surprise me,” Colin said, completely unable to think.
Jared smirked, then gave him a serious look. “You're clean?”
“Yes.”
“You swear to me?”
“I swear on my mother's life.”
Jared nodded, then slid his mouth back over him. Colin gasped and almost came from the returning stimulation.
He managed to last another minute, then gave a choked cry as his cock throbbed and he felt a rush of heat. Jared slid his mouth off and gripped him in his hand, stroking firmly. Colin shuddered as he started to release.
Jared combined methods, letting a few shots get in his mouth, another hitting his cheek, then some across his nose. Some got in his hair too, though that seemed accidental. Colin collapsed back on the bed when it was done, panting. Jared sat upright, sloughing off his cheek and nose and then sucking his fingers clean. Colin watched him, thinking eventually Jared was probably going to kill him.
After a moment, Jared clambered over his prone body and looked down at him. He'd gotten all of it, but there were still shiny tracks across his face. He licked his lips. “Too bad you just got off, or I'd sit on your cock.”
“Well, it'll give us something to do later.”
Jared grinned and rolled off of him. Colin closed his eyes, enjoying the buzz in his veins.
“Ugh, my hair!” He heard Jared exclaim from the bathroom a minute later. Colin smirked.
Keeping with tradition, after Jared came out of the bathroom they lay on the bed and shared a cigarette. Neither one bothered to put any clothes on. Jared had opened a window so the cool ocean breeze flowed over their skin. Colin watched the smoke be taken away by it and drift over the bed.
“Do you think Alexander and Hephaistion smoked after?” Colin asked.
Jared took the cigarette from him. “Hephaistion smoked all the time.”
Colin smiled lazily and gazed up at the ceiling. “You know, we need to do some experimenting and try to figure out what they used for lube. For the sake of our characters, of course.”
Jared turned toward him and smiled impishly. “Let's start with spit.”
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