MOROCCO AND MANGOES CHAPTER 6

Burning Up The Lines
“You're going to call me, aren't you?”
Jared was wandering Colin's room as if it were his own, looking around to make sure there was nothing else Colin needed to take with him. Colin wondered when they'd gotten married and why no one had informed him. The only reason he was allowing Jared's presumptuous invasion was because all he was wearing was a pair of jeans that were losing their last tenuous grip on his slim, angular hipbones, and the way his hair brushed against his bare back in delicate tangles made Colin want to run his fingers through it and right it. If he'd shown up fully clothed Colin would have thrown him out.
“Yes, I'll call you Mummy.” Colin said, checking to make sure he had his wallet. He scowled as Jared tossed several shirts on top the clothes in his neatly packed suitcase. “I'm only going to be gone for three fucking days Jared!”
“You know how hot it gets in this country,” Jared went over to the vanity and started pulling drawers open, peering inside. “And you know how you sweat through everything.”
Colin went over and slammed the drawers shut. Jared looked up at him with the sort of schooled patience one reserves for a child throwing a temper tantrum. “I don't sweat through my clothes!” Colin pushed him away from the vanity. “Stay out of my damn drawers!”
“Why? You got something to hide? Sex toys or something?”
“No, I've got those packed already,” Colin said dryly. He returned to his suitcase on the bed, tossed the shirts aside, and closed it. “Did we get married or something? I know I was pretty drunk Saturday night. Did I miss something?”
Jared smirked and flopped down on the bed next to his suitcase. Colin zipped it closed. “Didn't you wonder where that ring came from?” Jared said.
“I thought it was your cock ring,” Colin twisted one of the many rings on his fingers. “Since it's so little and all.”
Jared, now sprawled back on the bed, his hair flung over the blanket, lifted his hand and extended his middle finger. Colin pulled his suitcase off the bed.
“You're not supposed to say things like that to people you're fucking,” Jared informed him. “It could be taken the wrong way.”
“You're not supposed to be messing in my stuff while I pack. It could be taken the wrong way.”
Colin lugged his suitcase to the door and checked his watch. Fifteen minutes until the car came to pick him up. Jared followed him, bare feet slapping on the floor.
“Are you gonna miss me?” Jared stood in front of him, hands on his hips, rocking on his heels. His eyes were locked with Colin's, refusing to let him get away without an answer.
“Like a Eunuch misses his balls,” Colin said.
Jared pinched Colin's nipple hard through his shirt. Colin yelped and jerked back. “Fucker!”
Jared smiled sweetly. “That's for saying I have a little cock.”
Colin scowled and rubbed his nipple, then shook his head. “You were annoying me when I said that. Not that you aren't now.”
“So I don't have a little cock?”
“What do you think?”
Jared moved in closer, so the heat from his body seeped through Colin's shirt. He smelled like soap and sweat. “How come you never say anything directly?” His hands moved over Colin's chest, soothing the nipple he had pinched, which was now hard. “You never give me a straight answer.”
“I have a hard time calling anything straight around here.” Colin lifted his arm and checked his watch over Jared's shoulder. “I got to go.”
Jared fisted his hands in Colin's shirt and pulled him closer, so their mouths were nearly touching. “Tell me you'll miss me,” he whispered.
Colin hesitated, looking so closely into Jared's eyes that they were a smear of blue and white. This was why he never liked to give a straight answer—it gave Jared too much of an advantage. Jared's hands were tight in his shirt, holding him firmly. He wasn't going to let go.
“I'll miss you,” Colin said softly. He slid his hand around and patted Jared's ass sharply. “I'll miss this.”
“Asshole,” Jared closed the remaining inch between their lips and gave him a long, hard kiss. Colin's mouth was tingling when he pulled away, released from his clutches at last.
“Call me!” Jared yelled as Colin carried his suitcase down the hallway, Jared going the opposite direction toward his room.
“I'll fucking call you!” Colin hollered back without turning around. The elevator doors were just opening and he hurried to catch it.
“Goodbye Mr. Leto!” He heard Jared call.
“Fuck you!” Colin yelled back, hoping the people coming out of the elevator didn't speak English. They gave him curious and startled looks nonetheless.
“Please?” He heard Jared yell as the doors slid shut.
Colin slumped against the wall of the elevator, suitcase at his feet, and shook his head.
****
Camp training and shooting in the desert had been over for a week. It had been lovely returning to civilization, and they had been given the week off as a reward. Now that the week was over, Oliver was attempting to button up several issues at once, most of which involved retakes and pick ups. This meant several crews in several different places, and Colin had to go to Marrakech for his work. It was three days, and he got a cozy room in a nice hotel, privacy, and only had to spend a few hours a day on the set, so he wasn't complaining. Besides, he had been thinking some time away from Jared would be a good thing.
They were also heading to Thailand to continue filming the following week, so Colin wanted to take in as much of the Moroccan culture as he could while there was still time. Marrakech was an excellent place to do it.
After getting checked in, he went out and did some sightseeing and shopping with several members of the camera crew. He got some more gifts for his family, and then, though he didn't intend to tell Jared about it, he got himself a djellaba. It was dark green, and one of the girls on the crew told him it suited his skin tone—not that his skin tone was the same as it used to be.
They stopped for drinks on the way back, then Colin returned to his room, unpacked, and called his mother. That left him with roughly an hour to shower and dress before he met everyone for dinner. He decided he'd need all that hour and couldn't possibly call Jared in that time.
Dinner was in a little restaurant next to the hotel that was packed with people and glowing with lanterns strung through the rafters, and Colin tried so many different kinds of food he couldn't keep track of all the names. The girl who had encouraged him to buy the djellaba sat next to him and they chatted while they ate. She had a beautiful smile.
Colin found reason to kill himself, when, after having a few drinks with her at the hotel bar he begged off the invitation to her room, saying he needed to get some sleep. All he could think about were Jared's words on the balcony. When you leave here, you can carouse with all the women of the world. You know you will. So why not enjoy this side of yourself while you're here?
He went back to his room and took some aspirin—only two though, not enough to kill him. His head ached from all the noise in the restaurant. He thought about how he could be in bed with a nice, naked female right at that moment. Instead he was sitting in bed alone watching television and trying to forget Jared's phone number.
What the hell has that bastard turned me into?
He thought about going back down to the bar. But if the girl was still there—he wasn't even sure he'd caught her name—she'd be upset. There wasn't really anyone else to talk to, everyone he knew with any level of intimacy was back in Melilla. There were just the voices in his head, which he was pretty sure was the first sign of insanity.
When night fell, no longer able to find excuses, he turned down the television and picked up the phone. He got Jared's voice mail.
“Prat,” Colin said into the phone. “You want me to fucking call you and then you don't even answer!” He gave Jared the number at the hotel.
Only after he hung up did he realize that sounded horribly like a peeved boyfriend.
He ordered up a bottle of whisky from room service and tried on his djellaba. It did suit his skin tone, but it was kind of weird—too much like a dress. He took it off before they brought the whisky up. Maybe he'd send it to his brother, since it was made for a man.
Colin was drinking from the bottle and watching Jeopardy dubbed in Moroccan when the phone rang.
“It's about time you called,” Jared said.
“You called me,” Colin snatched up the remote and turned the television down.
“You called me first though.” Jared said.
“And I got your stupid voice mail.”
Jared chuckled and Colin mentally kicked himself. There he went again. “I got tired of waiting for you so I went to get some food. It's impolite to take your cell phone to dinner.” Jared said.
“Thanks for the tip,” Colin started flipping through channels on the silent television. It didn't matter since he didn't understand it anyway.
“So how's Marrakech?”
“Same as it was the last time we were here,” Colin put the remote down, settling on some program where two men were driving down a road, subtitles at the bottom that weren't in English either. “We did some sightseeing today. I wanted to take it in one last time before we went to Thailand.”
“I should come when you're done shooting,” Jared said. “We can take one last tour together.”
Colin didn't commit to it, nor did he say no. It would probably be nice, actually.
“So it sounds like you're having a good time,” Jared said. Colin heard rustling on the other end and wondered what he was doing.
“Yeah,” Colin said. “Went to dinner tonight with everyone. Met this gorgeous woman on the camera crew, hung out with her a bit.”
“Oh really?” Jared's voice had an amused tone to it. “Did she think you were gorgeous too?”
“Yes, she seemed to.” Colin thought about telling him the story of the djellaba, but then that would be admitting he bought one.
“So how come you're not in her room right now?”
“She was tired,” Colin said quickly. “There's a lot of work to do tomorrow.”
“I see.”
Colin scowled in the silence that followed. “She was! Besides, I'm tired too. A lot of work to do tomorrow, like I said.”
“So how come you aren't sleeping?”
Colin really wished there were a button on the phone you could push to give the person on the other end a nice, satisfying electric shock.
“You told me to call you,” Colin said testily. “Besides, how do you know I wasn't sleeping when you called?”
“You don't sound like you were sleeping. Plus you picked up on the second ring.”
“Well, now I've called. So I'm going to say goodnight, goodbye, pleasant dreams, whatever.”
“Just like that?” Jared's voice dropped a notch, to the level that spoke to Colin's crotch rather than his ear. His crotch listened better and Jared knew it. “No phone sex?”
Colin rolled his eyes. “Is that why you wanted me to call you?”
“What did you think?” Jared sounded aghast. “Of course!”
“Well you're out of luck, because I need to go to sleep.”
“You don't know how to do it, do you?”
“What?”
“You don't know how to have phone sex.”
Colin snorted. “What is there to know? And how do you know what I do and don't know?”
“You've never done it before.”
“You don't know that!”
“Then why are you so reluctant?”
“I told you, I need to get some sleep!”
Jared gave a sharp laugh. It was true, Colin had never had phone sex, because he preferred the real thing to talking about it. He could hear Jared's soft breathing on the other end.
“Do you want me to tell you what I'm wearing?” Jared asked.
“You could tell me you're wearing anything,” Colin looked down at himself. “I've got on a pair of raggedy old pajama bottoms and my watch. That's the truth. Not very sexy, is it?”
“I like that watch,” Jared's voice had grown lazy and slow. “I've got an imprint of it on my left hip. Last time we were fucking you had it on and it was digging into me when you were reaching around me.”
Colin started a little, a warm tingle rushing over him. He looked down at his watch, the light from the bedside lamp glinting on it. “You don't.”
“I do,” Jared said huskily. “I'd show it to you, but it'll probably be gone by the time you get back. Trust me though, it's there.”
Colin wasn't sure what to say. He swallowed.
“I'm not wearing anything too impressive either, actually,” Jared said casually. “A pair of shorts and your t-shirt.”
“Huh?”
“One of the ones you tossed away on the bed. I grabbed it before I followed you out.” There was a rustling against the phone, then a sniffing noise. “It smells like you.”
“Damn thief,” Colin's voice was weak though.
“Good choice of fabric,” he gave a soft hiss. “It's nice and soft when I pinch my nipples through it.”
Colin tried to keep himself calm. Yes, he needed to go to bed. His cock, however, was starting to wake up. “Jared…”
“If you were here, would you make me take it off?”
“Probably, it's my damn shirt.” Colin shifted against the pillows, crossing his ankles.
“Tell me,” Jared whispered. “Tell me to take it off.”
The heat in Colin's stomach spread downward. He cleared his throat. “Take it off.”
“Take what off?” Jared's voice was soft and taunting. “Tell me. Say it.”
Colin closed his eyes. After a moment, he said softly. “Take my shirt off. Your shirt. My shirt. Take it off.”
There was rustling and shifting on the other end. Colin didn't realize he was holding his breath until Jared came back on and he let it out.
“It's off,” Jared said. “You want me to take anything else off?”
Colin glanced at the clock. It was still relatively early—just a few minutes wouldn't hurt…
“Take your shorts off,” Colin said.
“But that would leave me naked!” Jared said, feigning surprise.
Colin smirked. “If it makes you feel better, I'll take my pants off too.”
“Yes, do that.”
Colin felt silly, putting the phone down and wiggling out of his pants. He kicked them off and across the bed. His cock was rising to greet him. He picked up the phone again. “They're off.”
“Mine too,” Jared said. “Now that we're naked, what shall we do?”
“Jared—” Colin hesitated a moment. “All right, I'll admit it. I've never done this before.”
“Not a problem,” he heard the smirk through the phone. “I'll talk, you answer.”
“All right,” Colin felt awkward still. He grabbed up the remote and flicked off the television. “So.”
“So. If I was there, what would you like me to do?”
Colin tried to think. Jared's voice came back before he could find an answer. “What do you like that I do to you? Do you like it when I suck your cock?”
“Yeah, I like that.” Colin slid down on the pillows a little, closing his eyes and absorbing the soft lilt of Jared's voice.
“Are you on the bed right now? Are you sitting up?”
“Sorta laying down.”
“That's good…I can crawl up between your legs.”
Colin unlocked his ankles, spreading his legs a bit. He felt silly, but it wasn't as if Jared could see him.
“What would you do then?” Colin asked.
“First I'd lick your balls, while I ran my hands over your thighs, all up and down them. Can you feel my tongue? How hot and wet it is?”
Colin shivered, his hand sliding over his stomach. His cock was getting harder. “I can imagine it.”
“Then I lick all the way up your shaft,” there was a wet lapping sound on the other end and Colin wondered what he was licking. “Swirl my tongue allll around the head…nice and slow, just like I know you like it.”
Colin squirmed a little. He hadn't touched himself yet, though. He was drawing it out.
“Tell me to suck your cock.”
Colin flushed. He forced his voice to function. “Suck my cock, Jared.”
“Mmm,” there was a soft slurping sound on the other end. Colin figured he was probably sucking on his fingers. It stopped and then he spoke again. “I'm sliding my mouth over it. Taking it all the way down my throat, nice and slow, tightening my lips around it. You like that?”
“Yes,” Colin whispered. His hand crept downward, fingertips brushing against the head of his cock.
“I'm sliding my mouth on it, up and down, over and over. You can feel the head sliding over my tongue. I'm looking up at you to see how you're enjoying it…”
Colin could just imagine those wide blue eyes gazing up at him. He wrapped his hand around his cock. “I'm putting my fingers in your hair,” Colin murmured.
“Yes,” Jared said breathily. “Get a nice big handful. Hold onto it. Pull it. Force my head down, make me take your cock.”
Colin started stroking, imagining it was Jared's mouth around his shaft, though it wasn't nearly as wet or hot. “I'm pulling your hair,” Colin said, struggling for words. “Fucking your face.”
“Yes!” Jared's voice was sharp and excited. “I'm sucking you harder now, swallowing all your cock. Tell me what you want to do to me.”
Colin blurted the words out before he knew they were coming. “I wanna suck you off too.”
There was silence on the other end. Colin opened his eyes and drew in a sharp breath, staring at the ceiling, his hand stilling on his cock.
“Oh my fucking God,” Jared's voice came in a heated rush. “Do you? You want to suck my cock?”
Colin figured it was too late to retract it. “Yes.”
“Have you ever done it before?”
His wounded macho pride, which was hiding in the closet, muttered to him to just go on and tell him, he might as well.
“Once, when I was younger. But it's not like I haven't had it done to me enough that I don't understand the mechanics.”
“God,” Jared's breath was quick and shallow. “I'd hold you by that pretty blond mop while you did it.”
Colin would hardly call it ‘pretty,' but he didn't argue. “Yeah? You'd have to guide me.”
“I would,” Jared moaned softly. “I can just picture your mouth around me too. That sexy stubble on your chin rubbing my balls.”
“Not sure I could take it that deep…”
“I'd show you how to relax your throat.”
“I'd like to know how you taste.”
There was shifting on the other end, a sigh. “I'd be leaking so bad for you. You'd get a good taste. I'd hold my cock for you so you could take it.”
Colin closed his eyes and resumed stroking. He felt hideously vulnerable, but overwhelmingly hot and eager as well. “When I got done sucking you I'd fuck you, nice and hard.”
“Would you?” Colin clearly heard the click of a bottle cap opening. “You could finger my ass while you suck me, get it ready for your cock. I like that.”
“Is that what you're going to do now?”
“Stuff my fingers up my ass and pretend it's your cock? Yes.”
Colin slid further down on the pillows, abandoning all pretense. He tucked the phone between his shoulder and ear and went to work on his cock with full intensity, his other hand sliding down to cup and knead his balls. “I'd put your knees over my shoulders,” Colin whispered. “You've got gorgeous fucking legs.”
“You like them?” There was more shifting on the other end. “I'd love to put them over your shoulders. You can lick them while you fuck me.”
Colin gave a moan, stroking harder, imagining Jared beneath him, his legs in the air. “I'd put them right back and push my cock into you.”
There was a soft grunt and then a gasp on the other end. “Yes, just like that. That big fucking Irish cock inside me, spreading me.”
For some reason that nearly sent Colin right over the edge. He moaned, trying to figure out something to say, all the blood gone from his brain to his cock.
“Fuck me,” Jared begged, his voice so intense that Colin could almost feel his breath against his ear. “Make me yell.”
“That's what I'm going to do,” Colin found the words, letting them go in a rolling, heedless babble. “I'm pounding into you, fucking you so hard you can feel me in your throat. You like that? You want it harder? Tell me.”
“Yes!” Jared's voice became a shout, making the line crackle. “Fuck me harder! Fuck me hard, so fucking hard!”
Colin moaned, his cock now slick beneath his gripping fingers, throbbing, his balls tightening. “Say my name.”
“Colin!” Jared's voice was a wail, full of desire. “Colin fuck me!” His voice grew softer then, low and hissing. “I'm your fucking bitch. A whore for your cock. You like that? You like turning me into a begging, pleading bitch?”
“I do,” Colin choked out. “You've got such a dirty fucking mouth. I love listening to it.”
“Come all over me,” Jared breathed. Colin could hear his grunts and sighs and knew what his fingers were busy doing. “Pull it out of my ass and come all over me—all over my stomach and my chest and my nipples, drench me in it.”
“Yes,” Colin could barely speak now, his toes curling, the tension inside him drawing taut, ready to snap. “All over that perfect skin of yours. Then maybe I'll lick it off of you. Suck it off your nipples, lick it out of your navel.”
“Oh God!” Jared was panting. “Do it. Cover me in it.”
“Come for me first,” Colin felt like he had him on a string now, and he was enjoying it. “I want you to come all over yourself so I can mix it together with my tongue.”
“You hot bastard,” Jared gasped, and Colin heard a soft thump. He must have dropped the phone, because when Colin heard his cries and moans they weren't against the receiver. Colin closed his eyes, giving in to the urging inside him, and nearly lost the phone as well as his cock started to jerk, liquid heat spilling over his hand. He imagined it hitting Jared's skin, Jared's body writhing beneath his. Hair and sweat and clutching hands.
“Colin?” The phone had been reclaimed.
“Coming for you Jared,” Colin shuddered, a last spurt hitting his stomach. “Coming on you.” Jared moaned in delight.
They panted together for a minute. Colin slumped against the bed, staring dazedly up at the ceiling. His cock was twitching a little still, the sticky warmth on his belly cooling. Jared gave a soft snort.
“Shall we smoke a metaphorical cigarette now?”
“Fuck that,” Colin said lazily. He propped the phone against his ear and reached for the bedside table. “I'm having a real one.”
He heard Jared moving around on the other end as well. Crinkling, the click of a lighter. Colin put one between his lips and flipped the lid on his Zippo.
“Mmm,” Jared sighed, and Colin heard him blow out the smoke. “So, shall I come to Marrakech for the cocksucking? I mean sightseeing?”
Colin smirked and lit his cigarette. “Sorry,” Jared said. “You can see how I'd get the two words confused.”
“Absolutely.”
“Absolutely what? I should come?”
“You just did,” Colin tossed his lighter on the bedside table and took a deep drag.
“To Marrakech, stupid.”
“How can you call me names after we just fucked?” Colin said after he blew out the smoke, trying to sound wounded.
“If I didn't, you'd think I was in love with you.”
Colin chuckled, and rubbed his thumb over the bridge of his nose. “Whatever. Come.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
Colin frowned. “Why?”
“Just say it. Ask me to come.”
Colin sighed. He took another drag off his cigarette, blew the smoke at the ceiling, then said softly. “Will you please come to Marrakech, Jared?”
“Yes,” there was shifting on the other end. “I'll come to Marrakech, but right now I'm going to the bathroom to clean your come off me. Well, mine. But I can pretend it's yours.”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Colin looked down at the glistening trails on his belly. “I guess I'll see you in three days.”
“Goodnight Colin,” Jared's voice was soft and sultry. “Sleep tight.” There was a click. The line went dead.
Colin hung up the phone and finished smoking his cigarette, gazing up at the ceiling in the heavy silence. He imagined Jared, miles away, slipping into the shower. He liked the idea all too well, even more the thought of slipping in behind him. The end of filming couldn't come soon enough.

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