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. |
Both men panted, letting the physical exertions pull back slowly, both savoring the fulfillment of the built up passion. Bale let go of Sam's cock, sat back just a bit and took a nearby pillowcase off the pillow. He wiped off his hand, and gently but efficiently cleaned up Sam's stomach as well. "This shit turns sticky so fast," Bale said. Sam nodded his agreement. Worthington could could feel Christian's length still deep in him, receding naturally a bit. Bale placed both hands on Sam's hips, but instead of immediately pulling out, he leaned over him, carefully minding where he still was. He kissed Sam, passionately, letting his kiss show what would have been off-putting to verbalize. It was his 'Thank you', and 'I want more' all in one amazing kiss. He cupped the back of Sam's neck, and deepened it just a bit more, biting and sucking on Sam's lower lip as he pulled out of the man under him in on fluid move. He and Sam both made small groans of protest at the sudden separation of their bodies.
By silent agreement, they moved and situated to where Bale could finally lie down, which he did on his side facing Sam. "That was...well...amazing." Sam said, his face showing sincerity and an earnestness that Bale continued to find enchanting. Bale nodded, turned onto his back, and stretched. Sam let his eyes roam up and down Bale's gorgeous body. Christian looked back over and caught the look of desire on Sam's face, making a smile break out over his own. Bale turned back to his side and locked eyes with Sam. For just a few minutes they took the time to drink in the contentment and new awareness of the other. Both knew innately that while things would never be the same between them, things must seem as they had before. They could pal around on set, and even after the movie. It would allow them reasons to see each other, but moment like this would be rare. Sam knew Christian had a family; his wife Sibi was truly lovely. He and Bale weren't falling on love or anything, but tonight and the few times they'd find in the future would be an awesome physical manifestation of their newly formed lifelong friendship. Bale broke the moment, sat up and ran his hands over his buzzed hair. He stood and looked around for his pants. Sam smirked, and pointed to his dresser. Bale chuckled, retrieving his wayward wardrobe. Well, most of it. Sam got out of the bed, and walked, gingerly at first, over to his dresser. Pulling out a plain grey t-shirt, he tossed it to Christian. "I owe you one, apparently." Sam teased. "Yeah. I seem to recall you tearing mine off." Bale recounted. "You didn't mind, as I recall." Sam said, crossing his arms and leaned against his dresser, in much the same pose they'd started the evening in. Bale looked him up and down, then proceeded to get dressed. He put pants on first sans underwear, then Sam's shirt, the smell of Sam on it was intoxicating, and finally his shoes. Sam grabbed up his robe from where it had fallen in the hallway, and put it back on. Before he could tie the sash, Bale put his arms around him from behind. Breathing into Sam's ear, he kissed his way down his neck onto his shoulder. Sam turned in Christian's arms, and they shared one last lingering kiss. Bale went to the door of Sam's trailer; heading out to leave required more effort than was pretty on his part. Steeling his nerve, he turned back and smiled at Sam. "Well, three hours is plenty of sleep, right Sam?" Bale joked. "Yeah. Too much, actually. I should just stay up." Sam dead-panned back. "Actually, we both probably need a shower," Bale stated. Sam gave him such a strong look...Bale laughed, but held out a hand in a mercy gesture. "I dare not. I wouldn't leave." he admitted. His frankness took the small sting out of the denial. Sam nodded. "Alright then. Well, see you in a few hours then." Bale nodded back. "Goodnight Sam." Sam watched him walk away for a bit, then turned back inside. As Worthington closed the door, he ended the night with the same words it had started with. "Bloody hell."While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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