Sexy
“God, you are in such a bad mood today.”
They were on the train back from Marrakech, and while it was true Colin had been moody and quiet most of the day, he didn't really consider himself in a bad mood.
“I'm fine.” He was staring out the window watching the scenery rush by—the green valleys and gleaming stretches of river, the wide expanse of grassy fields, and in the distance the mountains, moving slower than the rest, a jagged line against the cloudless sky. “I'm just thinking about the next few weeks.”
Jared, who was lounging beside him, legs crossed, his arm resting casually on the seat behind Colin, snorted. “That's what this little day trip was for. Not thinking about the next few weeks.”
“You have no idea what we're about to go through,” Colin said, still staring out the window. As they passed through the shadow of thick trees, the window darkened, and he saw flashes of Jared's face in it. “I spent six weeks doing this kind of training before I came here. And this is going to be much worse.”
“So we're going to be living like animals in the desert for a month or so,” Colin felt his shrug. “I've stayed at my brother's house for a couple weeks before. It's pretty much the same thing. Without the desert.”
Colin turned to him, frowning. He tried to keep his voice down. “Do you really understand what it's going to be like? No more cushy hotels. No TV, no phones, no catered meals, no bathrooms. You're going to learn how to use a latrine. We're going to be living hardcore Macedonian style.”
“Technically, Persian.” Jared folded his hands over his chest, giving Colin a completely unruffled look. “Persia was where the desert was.”
Colin scowled and looked back out the window. “You're about to learn what ‘suffering for your art' means,” he said testily.
“Colin, I've suffered for my art in ways you probably wouldn't believe.”
“Yeah, well lets see if they compare when you've had nothing but army rations to eat for a month.”
Jared sighed. “Colin, sometimes when I was on the road with my band, we were so broke that all we had to eat was dog food.”
Colin looked around at him, surprised. Jared smirked. “Just kidding. I wanted to see the look on your face.”
Colin scowled.
“Listen,” Jared rested a hand on Colin's shoulder. “Oliver told us to enjoy these last two days. He said relax and have a little fun. That's why we went sightseeing today. You have to lighten up. The days ahead are going to be hard enough. Give yourself a break.”
Colin knew he was right. He drew a deep sigh and nodded, looking out the window again. They were passing some ancient-looking buildings that seemed to have grown up out of the earth. Towers of ragged stones, baking in the sun. “All right, I'll try to relax.”
“Good.” Jared shifted a bit closer to Colin. “So what did you buy?”
They'd been most of the morning at the medina in Marrakech, where the sprawling, bustling souks were held, the great marketplaces where one could buy just about anything. They'd picked up a guide, who spoke the language fluently and kept Colin, at least twice, from getting ripped off. Jared had been all over the place, not always bothering to use the interpreter, and yet making a spectacular show of getting things across with gestures and by holding up various quantities of money. Colin admired Jared's resourcefulness, and wondered if it was some product of his upbringing. At any rate, he'd bought far more than Colin and yet didn't come out broke.
“I just got some stuff for my family back home,” Colin said. “Souvenirs and stuff.”
Jared snorted. “Nothing for yourself? God, you do need to lighten up.” He leaned over and started digging through one of his bags.
“Don't worry, I'm sure I'll have some bruises and cuts to take with me. Maybe even a nice infection.”
Ignoring him, Jared whipped out a long garment that looked sort of like a robe with a hood, made of some thin, gauzy material. It was dark blue with lighter blue stripes down it. “This is a djellaba,” Jared pronounced the word succinctly. “Very fashionable here,” he stroked his fingers over the fabric. “Isn't it sexy?”
Colin quirked an eyebrow. “It looks like something my grandmother would wear.”
Jared held it against himself, grinning. “You don't think it would be sexy on me? What if I wasn't wearing anything under it?”
Colin glanced around at the other passengers, none of which were paying attention to them. He hoped they didn't speak English.
“Well, that might make a difference,” Colin murmured.
“I'm going to try it on when we get back to the hotel,” Jared said, folding it carefully on his lap. “I want to see what it feels like against my bare skin. It looks like something Hephaistion would wear, doesn't it?”
“So that's why you bought it.”
Jared smirked and leaned over, and tucked it back into the bag. He drew out a pair of flat, pointed-toed slippers in dark blue as well. “These are called babouches.”
“You're one of those people that everywhere you go you have to buy clothes, aren't you?” Colin said.
The rest of the train ride was mostly Jared talking and Colin trying to fend off a slow-growing headache. They were meeting Francisco and Jonathan back in Melilla for a late lunch, and Colin really needed a drink. He was hot, grouchy, and no matter how he tried to relax, he stayed tense thinking about the coming weeks.
“I think it's going to be fun,” Jared said at one point.
“What?”
“Going out into the desert for training. Living hard off the land. I think it'll be sexy.”
Colin was rubbing his temple, his elbow propped on the ledge beneath the window. He looked at Jared in disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about, sexy? Is that your new vocabulary word today?”
“Think about it!” Jared had slid down in the seat, so his knees were against the one in front of them, his hands folded on his stomach. “All of us hot, sweaty, dirty. Lots of sweat dripping. Getting back to our manly natures. Testosterone. Bare muscles. Pheromones filling the air…”
Colin groaned and rubbed his forehead. “You are in for such a shock.”
“I for one can't wait for a nice hot roll in the sand.”
“Well you're sure as hell not rolling with me!” Colin snapped. “Besides, they didn't do that in camp! It was a time for concentration and preparation!”
“Oh ho ho,” Jared chuckled. “I beg to differ. I bet when your whole day was spent doing intense, miserable training in the desert heat, you looked forward to a nice blowjob at night.”
“Move!” Colin got to his feet and pushed at Jared's legs with his knees. Several people looked in their direction. “I'm going to the toilet!”
Jared smirked and lowered his legs, then sat back so Colin could get past him. “That idea turned you on, did it?”
Colin ignored him and went toward the back of the train. In the tiny bathroom, he splashed cold water on his face and sighed. He decided as soon as he got to the hotel, before they had lunch, he was going to find some aspirin.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived in Melilla and took a cab back to the hotel. Jared was actually picking up some of the language, and chatted with the cab driver on the way, a man who spoke some broken English. Since Jared spoke some of his language in a broken way, they hobbled a conversation together. Colin's head was throbbing by this point.
In his room, Colin found some aspirin in his travel bag, then he lay down for a little while, calling Jared first and telling him to tell the others he'd be along shortly. It was amazing what a twenty-minute rest did for him, combined with the aspirin kicking in. He thought it might have also had to do with getting away from Jared for a while. Finally he got up, put on a fresh t-shirt, slipped on his shoes, and went out to the patio.
The other three were at a table, already eating. Jared was wearing his djellaba and his babouches, though by the look of it, he had clothes on underneath. His hair was loose on his shoulders, stirring in the wind off the water. Colin had to admit the color was quite good on him, and it did indeed look like something Hephaistion would wear.
“Do you like my outfit?” Jared smoothed his hands over it as Colin sat down. A waiter came over and Colin ordered a drink and received a menu. “It's very you,” Colin said.
“I think it looks striking on him,” Francisco said. “It's a good color.”
Colin nodded and started looking at the menu. His head felt better, but he still felt out of sorts.
It turned out he wasn't the only one, as Jonathan was broody as well, and also Francisco to a certain extent. Francisco's role in principle filming was over, and he of course wasn't going into the desert with them.
“I'll be back after, though.” Francisco gave Jonathan a gentle smile. “I have to do pick ups. In the meantime, I'm having an audition for a ballet in London.”
Colin didn't have any words of comfort for Jonathan. That was why Colin never got serious with anybody he ended up fucking on set. It was over in a twinkling. All he could do was sympathize and offer to Jonathan that life would go on, and that's why God made cell phones. He didn't say that though, with all of them there.
“I was telling Colin how sexy it's going to be out in the desert,” Jared said, around a mouthful of food. Jonathan gave him the same look that Colin had. “I'm serious!” Jared chirped. “Think about all that hot flesh. All that testosterone. All us men, stuck together for weeks on end. Working hard all day and just wanting a break at night with each other—no showers or anything, just hosing each other down, living like animals. It's going to be so overwhelmingly masculine.”
“Like a gay Disneyland,” Colin said dryly. Then he looked apologetically at Francisco. “No offense.”
Francisco smiled. “Actually, I wish I were going with you since you put it that way.”
“Maybe Oliver would let you,” Jonathan said hopefully.
“He might, but I have other obligations.” Francisco gave him another smile. He was taking this far better than Jonathan was. Francisco looked at Jared. “Although the way you talk, I must not be the only one at the table who appreciates the male form. Are you ‘outing' yourself, as they say?” He smiled again.
“Hey, I'm openly bisexual,” Jared said, still munching on his food. “If it's sexual, I'll buy it.”
Colin sighed and rolled his eyes. He took a long drink.
After lunch, Jared followed Colin back to his room. Francisco and Jonathan wanted to be alone. “Poor kid, he's going to be broken-hearted for awhile,” Jared said. Colin went over and opened the windows, letting some air in.
“He's hardly a kid,” Colin scoffed. “And he should know better than to get emotionally attached to people on a shoot.”
“Yeah,” Jared snorted. “Feelings are for lamers.”
Colin shot him a dark look. Jared smiled sweetly. “I'm gonna use your bathroom, ok?” He headed that way, his djellaba fluttering in the breeze that was now flowing in.
Colin stayed by the windows, sitting in a chair and gazing out at the water and the afternoon sun slanting on the sand. He was thinking about calling his mother. Or maybe taking a nap. He wasn't used to having so much idle time, after they'd been working for days on end.
He didn't look around when the bathroom door opened. Then he heard Jared clear his throat.
Colin turned in his seat, and saw Jared standing in the bathroom doorway, leaning against the frame. It was fairly obvious that he was now bare under his djellaba. It was open, but situated so that it covered the important parts. Still, there was a peek of bare chest, a flash of smooth, flat belly, a glimpse of thigh. He had taken the slippers off.
“How's it feel?” Colin asked with a smile.
“Sensual,” Jared came toward him, feet slapping on the floor, his movements making the robe shift and provide glimpses of more intriguing things. “Wanna feel?” He stopped next to Colin and held the side of it up to him.
Colin felt it, then nodded. “Linen.”
Jared smiled and dropped it. “And I'm supposed to be the clothes horse? You can tell fabrics by touch!”
“Yeah, well, you get dressed up enough you learn.” He looked out the window again.
Jared leaned over him, hands resting on the arm of the chair. He whispered near Colin's ear. “Wanna play harem?”
Any other day, Colin would have been under that djellaba so fast Jared wouldn't have known what hit him. Today, he was moody and stressed out. He sighed. “My head still hurts a bit.” It didn't, but it was a more brief excuse.
Jared was silent for a moment, then he gave Colin a hard pinch on his side. “God, would you lighten up!”
Colin yelped. “OW!” He jerked away from Jared, smacking hard at his hand. “Fucking quit!”
Something flashed behind Jared's eyes. A little smirk tugged at his lips. He lurched forward before Colin could get away and tweaked him hard again, near his right nipple.
“Dammit!” Colin swung at him, whacking him on the arm with his fist. “Stop!”
Jared didn't stop though. In fact, he started assaulting him with pinches and pokes all over, little stinging attacks that made Colin furious. Colin started slapping at him, not being gentle about it, then his hands curled into fists and he started pummeling him across his back and shoulders. Jared punched him in return in the arm, hard enough to make him cry out.
“Come on!” Jared backed up from the chair, his skin getting flushed, a huge grin on his face. He pushed his hair back and made a ‘bring it' gesture. His robe was hanging open, concealing nothing, and the bastard was getting hard.
“Quit. Fucking. With. ME.” Colin snarled. “Get out of my fucking room!” He pointed furiously toward the door.
“Pussy,” Jared spat. “C'mon. Come on!”
Colin got to his feet, not to fight him but to get away from him. However, Jared attacked, throwing himself against him and grabbing him, sinking his nails into his upper arms. Colin yelped, then started pushing back, trying to gain leverage.
It was a glorious fight. Jared could punch like hell and was quite strong, and Colin soon wasn't afraid to use all his strength against him in return. They tumbled over furniture, pushed and shoved and punched, and finally landed on the floor. Jared was bare and hot against him, his robe tangled around him, his hair wild. He was laughing and screaming most of the time, while Colin snarled and swore. At least it drove any stress he had left out of him. It was a hell of a stress reliever, in fact.
Jared was shamelessly hard, and Colin was getting hard too. He barely had time to consider what kind of perverts they were, as Jared never relented for a second, and kept trying to rip Colin's clothes off as well. His t-shirt tore at the collar as Jared yanked with both hands.
At one point Colin got the upper hand, and Jared did some incredible twist-around wiggly thing and managed to escape from underneath him. He ran toward the bathroom, his rumpled djellaba flowing behind him. Colin tried to grab a handful of either it or Jared's ankle, but missed.
Colin leapt to his feet, and got to the door just before it closed. He flung himself hard against it and pushed. Jared was pushing with all his weight on the other side, panting furiously.
Colin, after a long moment of fierce struggling, managed to push harder than Jared, forcing the door inward. Jared finally leapt away from it, and Colin stumbled into the bathroom, almost hitting the floor. He stood upright, and they faced each other, both drawing heaving breaths.
Colin eyed Jared intently, his body singing with adrenaline, his cock painfully hard in his jeans. Jared's djellaba was hanging open and falling off one shoulder. His skin was flushed, sweaty, and his cock was standing unabashedly at attention. The expression on Jared's face was between a sneer and a smirk. His eyes glowed with expectation. “Come on,” Jared whispered. Colin must have looked like an animal, standing there panting and seething.
Colin made a dash at him, and Jared tried to run, but there was nowhere to go this time. Colin caught a handful of his djellaba in one hand, his hair in the other. Jared wailed, though it sounded more like delight than pain. Colin drug him struggling toward the sink, sweaty hair still fisted in one hand, the other pulling so hard on his robe that he heard it rip.
“Oh yes,” Jared gasped as Colin forced him over the sink, so his hands left sweaty trails on the countertop as he tried to brace himself. Colin saw in the mirror in front of them that he did indeed look like a beast, his eyes wild, hair a mess, clothes askew and his t-shirt ripped down the front.
Colin pushed against Jared's legs and ass so he couldn't escape, and started undoing his belt. Jared didn't seem in the mood for escape now, though. Colin saw his eyes in the mirror, and there was nothing in him that was resisting.
His belt undone, Colin yanked it out of the belt loops with a few jerks. Jared's eyes widened, and he started to struggle again. Colin held him down with a firm hand against his lower back. “Stay,” he snarled.
“You're not going to hit me with that!” Jared fought against him, struggling and pushing back, trying to get up.
“No, I'm not.” Colin let go of him and reached around, grabbing both of his hands off the counter. He pulled them around in front of him, and Jared stilled with confusion for a moment. Then he gasped as Colin started to lash his wrists to the faucet with the belt. He didn't fight, or at least not enough that Colin had a hard time of it.
“Oh God!” Jared yanked at the belt when Colin had it around, as if to test it. The faucet jerked perilously, but Colin wasn't in a mind to care what the hotel staff would do if they ripped their fixtures out. Jared's hands held. The faucet was a moderately thick, curving deal that came up a foot or so from the sink back. Jared's hands were trapped on either side of it, fingers curled, the black leather of the belt secured all the way around his wrists in thick layers.
Satisfied he wasn't going anywhere, Colin moved away and started looking for something slippery to use. The mango shower gel was gone. Jared squirmed and whimpered and gasped, watching him in the mirror. Colin dug into his travel bag sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, and pulled out a bottle of hand lotion.
Jared couldn't do anything but stay in a bent-over position, so he was completely vulnerable. Colin supposed if he really wanted to get away, he would rip out the fixture without caring. It would be easy enough to do. Colin could see the look on his face in the mirror though, the excitement in his eyes, the way he was breathing open-mouthed. He was putting on a pretty show of struggling, but it was just a show.
Colin flung his djellaba up in the back, exposing his ass. Jared moaned.
“You gonna fuck me?” Jared's feet were already spread wide apart, giving him access. “You gonna fuck me while you've got me tied up to your sink, you sick fucking bastard?” His voice was sharp and riddled with lust.
Colin undid his jeans and pushed them down along with his shorts. His cock was more than ready. He thought about grabbing a condom, but since Jared had already swallowed his come it was pointless. Colin opened the lotion and squirted a generous gob of it in his palm.
“You fucking pervert,” Jared started pulling at the belt again. “This is rape! This is rape, you fucking animal!”
Colin moved forward, rubbing his cock lewdly against his ass, and reached around him with the hand that wasn't full of lotion. He squeezed Jared's rigid cock tightly. “You can't rape the fucking willing, you whore.”
Jared squirmed and let out a shriek. “Oh fuck,” he panted. “You fucking dirty fucking bastard!”
Colin slicked the lotion on his cock, barely lasting through that, and then started to force himself into him without any further preparation. He wasn't sadistic though, and when he felt resistance he eased up a bit and was more careful. Jared took him fully soon enough, with little complaint. He was so hot and tight inside that Colin could barely keep up the act. He moaned harshly, gripping Jared's hips, his lotion-slick hand sliding on his skin.
Jared didn't keep up the act very well either. He started slamming his hips back before long, his body jerking, and Colin was afraid they really were going to rip the faucet out. Jared's face in the mirror was flushed, his eyes closed, hair hanging limply around it. Colin looked equally a mess, his own glazed eyes seeming foreign to him. He rocked into Jared, the pleasure doubled after all the pain and struggle, and he wanted to fuck him the rest of the afternoon.
“Fuck me,” Jared moaned desperately. His fingers were wrapped around the faucet, clinging desperately. “Harder, oh God harder!”
Colin fucked him hard, jerking him against the counter, nearly slamming his head against the mirror at one point. Colin slid his hand underneath him and found his cock again, stroking it. It was hot and dripping.
Colin was trying to hold out until Jared came, and when he felt that first shot of heat over his hand, that first clenching around his cock, he pounded into him mercilessly and started to come while Jared was still going off. Jared was sobbing and shuddering beneath him, his hands clenched into fists on either side of the faucet. Colin was leaning over his back, nearly bent over double with him.
When Colin's cock stopped jerking, he slid out of him, panting. He wanted to lay right down on the floor. Instead he leaned heavily against the counter, trying to catch his breath.
Jared groaned and slumped, his knees buckling against the cabinet beneath the counter, his head hanging so his hair filled the sink. Colin got his senses about him and reached over, working the belt off.
When it was loosened just enough, Jared slipped his hands out, then slid away from the sink and into a sitting position in front of it, leaning against the cabinet. Colin left the belt around the faucet and joined him.
They sat recovering and basking in post-orgasmic bliss, Jared rubbing his wrists, which were red and marked with lines. Neither said a word for a few minutes. As Colin calmed, he realized his body hurt everywhere. He still had his pants and shorts around his ankles, his wet cock softening against his thigh. Jared's djellaba was gathered haphazardly around him.
“Are you all right?” Colin finally asked softly, breaking the silence.
Jared looked up at him. His eyes were heavy-lidded and there was a little smile on his lips. “I've never been better.” He winced then. “Except, maybe my ribs where you were hitting them. God, you've got a punch.”
“You started it.”
They finally hauled themselves up from the floor. Colin pulled up his pants, and put the lotion away. He unwound his belt from the faucet and took it out to the room, tossing it in a chair. Jared was sitting on the edge of his bed, rubbing his wrists still.
“I think I'm gonna need some salve,” he said, inspecting them.
“What are you gonna tell people when they see them?”
“The truth,” Jared smirked up at him. “Rough sex.”
Colin wondered if he'd be saying with whom, but didn't ask. He figured Jared probably had enough respect for his privacy not to do that. “You want a smoke?” Colin asked, looking around for his pack. It was on the table on the other side of the bed.
“Sure,” Jared moved up toward the pillows and settled himself back gingerly. “We're going to be letting go of all our creature comforts soon. Might as well enjoy it while we can.”
Colin brought the pack of cigarettes around the bed, and held them out to Jared with a smile. “It'll be sexy.”
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