elrhiarhodan

Title: A Highly Inappropriate Distraction
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words 2012 - Prompt 012 – Rough
Author: elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar RPS
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Matt Bomer (as a fictional character), Tim DeKay (as a fictional character), Simon Halls (as a fictional character) Matt, Tim/Matt/Simon
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 1000, Exactly
Summary: A sequel to yesterday’s smutty amuse-bouche, Morning Has Broken. Matt can’t get the morning’s fantasy out of his head and everyone is concerned about his distracted behavior on set.

A/N: A much belated birthday present fic for my friend elainasaunt, who was just the tiniest bit miffed at the brevity of yesterday’s ficlet. Sorry I couldn’t work “green” into this story. :D



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Matt should have known better. This morning’s interlude left a permanent impression on his psyche. Waking up and jerking off to the fantasy of getting brutally double teamed by his life partner and his co-star does a number on his concentration.

He’s not hitting his marks, he’s flubbing lines and everyone’s looking at him like he’s been body snatched and replaced with a talentless look-alike. Willie, who knows what’s going on between him and Tim, shakes his head and sighs. Tim, who still has no clue that he was a feature player in Matt’s mental pornography is concerned. The bastard compartmentalizes so well - you’d never guess that he had his cock up his ass and rode him raw less than twelve hours ago.

Damn - that imagery doesn’t help his problem.

Matt misses the mark again.

“Okay, everyone.” Russell is directing this week, and he looks at his watch. “Let’s break for lunch.” He comes over. “Matt - you all right?”

He nods. “Sorry - don’t know what the problem is with me.” A lie - he knows just what the problem is. He’s too distracted by sexual fantasies. Russell doesn’t need to know that.

Tim joins them, grave concern in every line of that beloved face. “Matt?”

“I’m okay - I guess I’m just … a little off my beat.” Matt turns to Russell, “Please apologize to everyone.” Russell reassures him that everyone can have an off day and wanders back to the set. Matt tells Tim, “I think I’m going to head back to my trailer for a bit.”

“Want some company?” Tim’s question is shocking and casual. They had agreed that sex on the set is off-limits.

He swallows, hard. “Yeah.”

The walk to his trailer is brief. Matt locks the door behind them.

Instead of overpowering him, Tim cups his cheek. “Matt, please - tell me what’s wrong. This isn’t like you.”

He laughs. “It’s nothing.”

“No - it’s not nothing - you don’t miss your marks like that. And in four years, I’ve never seen you so consistently flub your lines.”

Matt shrugs, embarrassed. “Sorry. It’s …”

“It’s what?”

He can feel the heat of a blush sweeping over him.

“Matt?” There is something else in Tim’s voice. That tone that always stirs him quite unbearably.

“I had this fantasy this morning,” he whispers.

“You jerked off when I was in the shower?” There is just a bit of outrage there - but also amusement. “Was I in your fantasy?”

Matt bites his lip and looks at Tim from under his lashes. His reply is heartfelt “Oh, yeah.”

Tim flushes now. “Tell me.”

“Not here - not now.” He’s already sporting wood and if he starts telling Tim how he wants him to ram his cock up his ass or force it down his throat (oh, yeah, oh, God) while pulling his hair, how he needs Tim to fuck him in all sorts of dirty ways while Simon watches, or conversely, how Tim is watching as Simon uses him like a convenience and then they take turns punishing him, they’d never make it out of the trailer.

“That bad?”

Matt’s a little lost in the fantasy again.

Tim asks again, “Okay, that good?”

“You have no idea.” Matt rolls his hips, fucking against the air. He is going to have to take care of this before heading back to the soundstage.

“Can I help?” Tim cups his package, squeezing.

The thought of Tim’s hard hands on his naked cock, bringing him off, is almost enough to do him in. “No - if you do, I’m going to be wrecked for the whole day. It’s bad enough now as it is.”

“Okay - but you’ll tell me tonight?” Tim squeezes him again, the question really more of an order.

“In complete and graphic detail.”

Tim’s amber eyes glow. “I can’t wait. Can you give me taste?” He licks his lips, anticipating.

“Nope, be strong.”

“Dirty fucker.”

Oh god. Matt closes his eyes - even the epithet is enough to set him off. “Yeah.” But he’s strong, and very self-disciplined. He pulls Tim’s hand away from his dick. “Go - I’ll see you on the set in a few.”

Tim leaves with obvious reluctance. “Tonight?”

“Yes - tonight.”

As soon as the door closes behind him, Matt strips. He can’t afford to spoil the wardrobe for the scene.

Lying back on the couch, he reaches for the small bottle of hand cream on the table and starts stroking himself. He’s rough with his dick. Rough as he wants Tim and Simon to be. He sees them now, can hear them as they egg each other on. He’s tied up and face down, and he doesn’t know who has their fingers up his ass - it just feels too good, too much. The fingers are pulled out and Matt whines at the loss, but they are replaced by a tongue - a hot, wet and infinitely clever muscle. It licks his rim, just his rim. Tiny, enticing licks and he shimmies his ass, trying to make harder contact.

He needs more and he squeezes and pulls and pinches his nipples. It’s not enough, he wants to be fucked. No time for that now - so he escalates. He can hear Tim laugh and tell Simon that his partner’s such fuck-whore, so sweet, so easy. That he’s better than candy. Simon laughs and spanks Matt. Calls him a bad, bad boy. Says that he can’t ever have enough cock, that he needs to be fucked every night and twice on Sundays. That he loves being their little slut.

It’s that last word that does it. He’s come all over himself - again. And just in time. A PA is knocking on his door.

“Five minutes, Mr. Bomer.”

Matt cleans himself up and dresses. He hopes that this will be enough to hold him until they finish for the day. Until he gets home and and porn-bombs Tim. Then they can suffer together.

FIN