A Behind the Scenes Series:Terminator Salvation | By : MistressMayvenn Category: Casts RPF > Terminator Salvation Views: 1186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: My first fanfic, be kind and R&R: I don't know Sam Worthington or Christian Bale personally, and had nothing to do with Terminator Salvation- just 'borrowed' them for a bit...for free of course! No money was made from this work of fiction. |
Bale watched him lay back on his bed, and was fascinated by the way the skin at Sam’s stomach bunched and moved as he settled into a lounged position, arms up with hands behind his head. Bale moved onto the bed, on his knees, and sat in between Worthington’s thighs. Christian put his hands onto Sam’s stomach, then turned his fingers outwards, till he held his ribs. Bale slid his hands over Sam for awhile, in no rush despite his prior claim of their lack of time. He was absorbed in the warmth, the gorgeousness of the man beneath his fingers. Sam was making appreciative sighs and moans under his breath, and those noises turned to a primal growl as Bale finally let his hands slide lower, over the inside of Sam’s thighs. Bale’s hand made a triangle frame to the manhood he was so interested in. His thumbs wrapped under the base of Sam’s cock, and his fingertips nestled in the neat curls over the top of it. Bale bent over Sam’s dick, lips just barely pressed to the side of it, and inhaled. Sam’s scent was intoxicating. Bale was a full sensory person, and so far Sam was a 5x5 treat. He smelled, looked, sounded, and felt wonderful. Last thing was taste. Bale licked a long line from the base of Sam’s cock up to the tip, and then ran his hand over him. Sam writhed appreciatively, the warmth noticeably increasing under Christian’s hand from just that one move. Bale wasn’t doing that just once, though. He repeated it, over and over, till Sam was full-tilt keening in the back of his throat. “Something. Soon. Please?” the Australian panted out in a pleading rasp. “Alright” was the only warning Bale gave as he took all of Sam’s cock into his mouth in one long plunge. He stopped when his lips hit the base of Sam, and then closed his mouth tight. He got a rewarding scream of “Fuck!” out of Sam, and then did one last thing. He swallowed, his throat convulsing around the now throbbing dick in his mouth. Sam let out a manly scream, and not wanting to gag the man between his legs, had to fight every instinct not to thrust his hips upwards. Bale solved his dilemma, and drug his tongue along the bottom of Sam’s penis on his way back up, coming all the way off Worthington’s beautiful manhood. He took one good deep breath, let out a growl of contentment, and went back to it, working Sam into a full frenzy of sounds and movement. Bale loved how interactive of a lover Sam was proving to be. Moreover, if the small drops of pre-cum were a precursor of the full taste of the man in his mouth, Christian approved. The sentiment was well deserved, as Sam’s only caution to his coming was a strained scream of “Christian!” Sam released a line of hot, wonderful and bountiful cum into Bale’s mouth, and as deep as Worthington was in his throat, it wasn’t so much a matter of swallow or not, but just to not gag it back up. Bale swallowed every last bit, his throat muscles achingly tight around Sam’s dick one last time before sliding his mouth up and off with enough force there was the small sound of suction being lost. Sam finally relaxed, a languid figure with his hands losing the white to the knuckles from where he’d turned his strength to wringing a pillow to have an outlet for his pleasure-filled writhing. *** Bale sat up for a minute, re-catching his breath. Sam ‘came to’ and opened his eyes. The two men contentedly stared at each other for awhile, Bale leisurely running his hands up and down Sam’s well-muscled legs. Sam let his eyes roam up and down Bale’s body, seeing the other man’s own cock still rock hard and straining in its unfilled need. He admired how Bale was being such a generous lover. Not that Bale struck him as selfish, but usually such intense males were too…well, alpha, to be very giving. Sam was of the mind to reward Bale’s generosity. After all, fair was fair. Christian had been so brave and forward even coming to his trailer that night, and to admitting any of this in the first place. If Sam was going to do this, with a man, he couldn’t think of a better person for it to be. Mind made up, Sam sat up, scrunching those stomach muscles Christian seemed so enamored of. He cupped his face, and kissed Bale passionately, relishing the taste of himself on the other man’s tongue. He pulled away, eyes glimmering with lust. “Your turn” Sam promised.
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