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Opposites Collide	By : Redneckgirl Category: Individual Celebrities > Wentworth Miller Views: 2759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction in its entirety. I am not claiming these events to be true to life in any way, shape or form and do not know Wentworth Miller personally. The story itself and OC's are of my own creation and no monies are being made o

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Alex’s POV.
‘You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen my sister look that content with a guy. He’s something alright’ I observe as Pam and I sit on the bleachers between takes, watching AJ and Went walking towards us in the distance, deep in conversation.
‘I think they’re both very lucky to have each other, or at least be dating each other. Both very deserving of the other, and yes I will confess; I’m jealous of her. He’s a stunner, and if I was thirty two and not fifty two I’d have been running after him as well’ says Pam, looking up from her magazine and giving me a little smile and comic expression I can’t help but laugh at.
‘I’m glad she found someone like him. He’s together, he’s straight up and a really nice person to boot as well as being ‘a stunner’ as you put it. See even now, not even holding hands or anything and they look so close, so into each other without there being any romantic affection’ I say as we both look on at them.
‘Awwwwwwww!’ we then both chorus like two parents seeing our kids all dressed up for prom as Went puts his arm around AJ’s shoulder and reaches down to kiss her head.
‘Okay so there goes your no romantic affection observation’ says Pam with a sniff, readjusting her glasses and going back to browsing the Dior couture collection in the most recent edition of Vogue magazine she’s reading through. And if I thought my little observation had been shot to shit at that, then what happened in the following moments sure made sure it did.
AJ’s POV.
‘That’s a little much on the PDA for you isn’t it?’ I ask as Went puts his arm around me and kisses my head. It doesn’t stop me from winding my arm around his back though, and resting my head against his shoulder for a moment before looking back up at him.
‘Is a man not allowed to show his girlfriend a small gesture of affection anymore?’ he asks with a shrug and a sexy smile.
‘You’ve never called me your girlfriend before!’ I exclaim in slight shock, albeit happy shock.
‘Not to your face I haven’t. And if we’re talking real PDA’s, well, I could have done this couldn’t I?’ he says, moving to stop and stand in front of me and then cupping my face with his hands and kissing me. And it’s lovely, knowing that one week after our relationship became sexual we are actually together from his point of view (I’ve been no one else’s since our first date if you need to ask what I feel about it), and also it makes me feel a little bit special too since he really isn’t one for public displays of affection. Nothing this much at least, this is a pretty large grand gesture for him. And then Alex goes and spoils it, her and Pam cooing a long ‘ooooooooh!’ like a couple of old grannies exclaiming shock.
‘Shut up!’ I say once we’ve broken apart at the lips and continued walking over to them. And remarkably enough I think they are the only ones that noticed Went’s little instigation of intimacy back there, since everyone else just seems to be either reading, on the phone or waiting around over in the very far distance where a scene is being shot with Dominic and Amaury. We sit down and talk to them for a while, our number depleting to three when Went is called for a scene but yet even after he’s gone I’m still not focusing on the conversation. Instead I’m watching his back as he walks away, thinking ‘there goes my boyfriend. Shit, I have a boyfriend!’ and grinning to myself behind my hand which I’m resting my chin on, my mouth covered by my knuckles. It kind of feels like I have a small canister of cheer slowly releasing inside my body, which is sure to propel me through the rest of the long day; and it does.
And by the end of it my day is looking up even more when a power cut forces an early finish at 7pm, meaning by 8.35pm after stopping off to eat dinner on the way home, I’m curled up on my bed with my gorgeous boyfriend watching The Simpsons since there’s nothing else worth watching on. I’m glad the power cut didn’t extend to our neighbourhood. Well, I say we’re watching The Simpsons; he is at least. My eyes don’t stay on the screen for more than a few seconds before I’m looking up at him; smiling away to myself with a tiny giggle.
‘What?’ he asks, turning his head to the side to look at me.
‘Nothing’ I reply, giggling again.
‘Really Alice, what gives?’ he says, this time turning fully over onto his side to look at me, reaching the small distance between us to play with a strand of my hair.
‘I’m just happy is all’ I say, hiding my face in my hands and giggling again for a few seconds before remerging again with a huge grin.
‘I bet I could make you feel even happier right now too you know’ he replies, his fingers letting go of my hair and wandering down to the black sleeveless shirt I’m wearing and beginning to pop the buttons open.
‘I think I like where this idea of yours is leading’ I tell him, pushing my hands under his t shirt and starting to hoist it up over his head, him helping me halfway through by sitting up to remove it and then finishing the unbuttoning of my shirt before he moves to remove me of my jeans within seconds. This man breaks the land speed record for removing you from your clothes, this much is true. My own hands slide down his chest as we kiss, him now propping his weight up over me on his elbows and knees as his hand reaches around my back and skilfully unclips my bra with just one flick between forefinger and thumb while my hands have reached their destination point, undoing his belt and pulling the button fastening of the deep blue jeans he’s wearing open.
Once I’ve managed to fight past the buttons and slip my hand inside the grey boxer shorts he’s wearing I grasp his dick firmly in my hand and begin to work up and down the shaft, my thumb circling the very tip and feeling precum ooze out onto my fingers as he groans into my mouth, his own hand coming down between us to force its way into my French knickers where I feel his fingertips begin to softly stroke against my clit. It doesn’t take long for either of us to be worked up into the kind of state required for what we both need most. The last four days of hectic filming schedules and fifteen hour days have meant sex just had to fall by the wayside, as well as spending a decent amount of alone time together.
Pushing him away from me I slide myself out of my underwear and remove him of his final pieces of clothing before reaching out to the small jar on my nightstand where a well stocked supply of condoms can be found and pull one out, sitting astride his legs and removing it from the packet before placing it at the tip of his erection and bending to roll it on; with my mouth. Of course, trying to take what I estimate to be around nine inches straight back into your throat isn’t easy if you’re not used to doing it (unless you have a nonexistent gag reflex) and so I have to roll the rest down with my hand. But he seems impressed nonetheless.
‘That’s a pretty neat trick’ he says, one eyebrow raised in a devastatingly sexy manner.
‘This one’s better’ I reply, moving up slightly and then sinking straight down onto his hardness, feeling him fill me totally as the sound of our mutual moans fill the air. I run the flat of my hands over his chest as I bend to kiss it too, from the centre up to his neck, my hands then travelling up over his stubbly head as my mouth reaches his. Our kiss broke and allowed us to stare intently at each other for a few moments, my heart doing it’s usual flip in my chest at just how exquisitely handsome he is, how I can’t believe he’s mine, those beautiful green eyes feeling like they have me in a trance with the potency of their gaze, our noses touching again before our lips lock again.
The heat of his body pressed so closely to mine acts as a powerful aphrodisiac, adding only to and fuelling the moment so much I can hardly handle it, my moans of bliss urgent and frequent, changing only in their pitch when his hands slide round to my ass and squeeze it, holding it firmly as he thrusts up into me so hard my verbal exclamation is half agony and half ecstasy, a little squeak of surprise then exiting my throat as I feel one of those hands leave before slapping my ass hard, and hear a deep groan originating from somewhere deep in his chest as the pace quickens more.
‘Excuse me, we’re not done yet come back!’ he says to me in an amused tone as I stop and climb off him.
‘Oh I know we’re not finished, just changing position is all. You don’t mind the modified view do you?’ I say as I swap to reverse cowgirl.
‘Getting to watch this sexy butt of yours bouncing around? To use one of your terms, hell no’ he laughs while grabbing my ass before moaning sexily as I guide his dick back inside me, feeling his hands run up and down the length of my back as I start to slowly move against him, rolling my hips back and forth and making the tingles of pleasure increase with each careful movement. Hearing each moan he made sound considerably deeper in pitch I knew he wasn’t far from sexual explosion, so I continued to move my hips quicker, eventually switching to bouncing up and down on top of him, taking his dick so deep into my wetness it really did hurt, that repetitive hitting against my cervix causing me to wince until the pain was totally blown away by an orgasm that hit me out of nowhere, coming with a string of expletives flying from my mouth as I gasped and panted, hearing him exclaim a final guttural groan at around the same time.
A little while later after we have found our way back into our underwear at least we lay on the bed and I assist him in reading over his lines for tomorrow, and also help him further by marking out all his lines he hasn’t had time to highlight with a big bright yellow Sharpie for him.
‘Only fifteen days until freedom from this!’ he exclaims with a small chuckle, referring to the fact our two month break is rapidly approaching us, the first season almost completely filmed now.
‘I know, I mean I really do love my job and all but eight weeks off is going to be heavenly! Even though I do have a couple of jobs lined up in that time I can’t wait to be able to relax and adjust to a normal sleeping patter again’ I say, highlighting the last line of dialogue on the final page of the script before handing it back to him.
‘Oh really? What would those be for then?’ he asks with interest.
‘One is a shoot with Christina Aguilera for MAC makeup, since I’m a MAC trained artist and all, and the other is a fashion shoot for ELLE magazine. I hate all that high fashion shit, there’s so much pretentiousness and bitching but the money is too good to refuse. Just doing those two jobs will make me ten grand richer’ I reply with a huge smile.
‘Five grand a day? You’re definitely in the right job aren’t you?’ he says, looking impressed.
‘Definitely, my weekly wage here is close to $1,250. Makeup artists earn a lot more than people think’ I reply proudly, knowing it really was all by my own toil and hard work that got me to the position I am in today; makeup artist in chief, just like my big sis is too.
‘You know, I don’t think I’ve ever asked you this but what made you want to get into makeup? If you were taller you could have easily taken up modelling you know. And before you berate me and say it’s a bullshit comment just to be sickeningly flattering it’s not! You have no idea how beautiful you are’ he says honestly. I smile and drop my head demurely before looking back up at him, laughing a little. Yeah, he still makes me feel like a shy little sixteen year old girl at times; if you had him lying on your bed donned in a pair of black Calvin’s and nothing else telling you things like that you’d feel the same way too.
‘Well, I got into makeup because I’ve always been fascinated with painting, on skin in particular as you and anyone else can plainly see’ I begin, rubbing my arms in gesture to my tattoos. ‘And since I just couldn’t sit well with the idea of putting someone through that much pain, even if it’s pain they want I had to go with plan B to tattooing; and the natural thing just seemed to be makeup. I just love the creativity it allows me to have. And the model comment? Well, I kinda have been in a small way. Remember I told you Josh’s boyfriend is a photographer? Well I posed for a book of his work once. It wasn’t on main release, just available through purchase directly from him. It did pretty well though’ I reply, watching him look curious.
‘Do you have a copy of this book?’ He asks.
‘Not here, but some of the pictures are available online. Wanna see?’ I ask him, pointing at where my laptop is resting on the Aztec style carved wooden coffee table. That’s being disassembled and sent back to my house via courier before I leave, so what if I already have one, I’m sure brother dearest will make use of it somewhere in his huge bedroom up at moms.
‘I wouldn’t have asked if you had a copy of the book if you didn’t’ he says, trying to bite back a smug smile.
‘Oh you’re such a clever motherfucker aren’t you Miller?’ Shut up and kiss me and I’ll consider letting you see’ I say with a little sarcasm, leaning forward and giving him a long slow kiss before hopping off the bed and retrieving the laptop, plugging in the DSL cable and bringing it back over to the bed with me. Switching it on I wait for everything to load before opening the browser and typing in Ike’s website address, www.ikegreeningphotography.net. Clicking on the ‘Past projects’ tab the page loads quickly, the individual sets of photographs loading while I lie there and smile at the more than pleasant sensation of my boyfriend kissing his way up my spine before lying down on his front next to me.
‘So which ones are you in?’ he asks me as I navigate the cursor over to the shoot done back in 1999, my first shoot with Ike entitled ‘Je t'aime le fleur’.
‘Four’ I reply as the images load, clicking on the first one and having a second window pop up containing a larger version of the image of me lying amongst a huge pile of lilies, my legs considerably less tattooed back at twenty four years of age.
The way we did that shoot was for me to lie back naked on a plain white sheeted bed (calm down! Remember the photographers sexual orientation here, looking at me naked is about as erotic as looking at a potato for him) while Ike painstakingly covered my body strategically with lilies, using scotch tape to keep them stuck down over all my ‘womanly’ areas shall we say, leaving just my torso, arms, legs and face on show, with a long stemmed lily between my teeth and my eyes closed.
‘Wow. Nothing more than that, just wow’ he says, staring at the picture while I giggle coyly. He then gently taps my hand away from the mouse pad with his and navigates on to the next picture, another of me but this time shot from behind me as I lean over a balcony full of flowers, barefoot in a pair of black jeans and a bra. He spends a few moments looking at that one before flicking through a few of other models before landing on another of me, dressed all in black wearing a long black wig to match (I had layered shoulder length dirty blonde hair back then) with an oversized red poppy behind my ear, contrasting a face I painted to look china white with bright red lips.
He then closes the window after the last three non me pictures and browses the rest I point out, but halfway through the third set he stops on one and doesn’t move from it. It’s one from a project Ike entitled ‘Beautiful rage’, a photograph of me leaning against a black wall with my knee raised, foot resting flat to the wall wearing a pair of black leather pants that took mine and Josh’s joint effort over half an hour and a hell of a lot of talc to get me into they were so tight. Also I’m wearing a heedful of extensions in blonde and magenta pink, so long they cover my bare breasts and holding a desert eagle .50AE gun in one hand whilst the smoking a cigarette with the other.
‘I love that one; can I email it to myself? Or better still can you get me a copy of it?’ he asks, his eyes finally leaving the image to look back at me, pupils dilated a little from staring for so long.
‘I’m sure Ike will be only too happy to give you a signed print when you meet him and Josh. Oh by the way Josh tends to get very.....................excitable when I have a boyfriend, Ike told me he was reaching epic proportions about meeting you on the phone the other night. He gets so happy for me and really just wants to make an effort to get to know whoever I’m with. He’s really cool but completely OTT, whereas with Ike unless you see him holding Josh’s hand or putting his arm around him you’d never know he was gay. He’s very discreet’ I reply as Went nods.
And on come more questions about my life and the people in it, and throughout the time we spend lying there talking before going to bed at 11pm I realize one thing; he’s the only man I’ve ever been with who takes such a keen interest in me and everything associated with me too. And the next morning when he wakes me up with mind blowing oral sex and then a slow and heated sex session until 4.30am I realize he’s probably the best lover I’ve ever had too. And if I can say that after only two months then I’d say things are going pretty damn well. And they are.
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