Four Brothers
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veiledndarknessTitle: Falling
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Mark/Garrett (Four Brothers)
Rating: R
Summary: He fell hard, not that he stood a chance.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made and no harm intended.
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Warning: Real Person Slash
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It takes less than four days, three and a half technically, before Mark slams Garrett up against the wall of his trailer.
With one hand down Garrett's jeans, Mark fists his cock and mutters just about the filthiest things Garrett's ever heard in his ear. Garrett comes embarrassingly soon, a strangled sob leaving his lips, coming fast and hard, his hips bucking into Mark's touch.
Mark chuckles, low and sweet, one strong forearm holding Garrett in place. He licks a stripe up Garrett's neck and Garrett nearly whimpers, his spent cock twitching despite himself. Mark makes him fly and it's over again too soon.
xx
It's torture, he thinks as he watches Mark in the makeup trailer. He's seated next to him, the hair stylist fussily working his hair into an intricately designed mess. Mark's slouched in his chair, eyes closed while the makeup is applied to his skin, covering up some of his tattoos. The biggest one, his rosary, is left uncovered, one that the director likes and declares it to be perfect for the character he plays.
Garrett struggles not to fidget. His skin itches being this close to Mark. And damn it if Mark isn't acting like nothing happened. He grits his teeth, apologizing to the girl when she berates him for not sitting still. His eyes wander over the expanse of Mark's chest and his cheeks flame when he sees Mark watching him.
Mark smirks and winks at him.
xx
That night, Garrett has three seconds of awareness before Mark nips his neck, a possessive arm slipping around his waist. He squeaks, mortified that he's done so. He's no virgin but God, every touch from Mark makes him feel like a timid first timer. Mark smiles and drops to his knees, his hands tugging Garrett's jeans down before he knows what's happening.
He stares down at Mark, a muffled cry escaping at the sight of his lips sliding over the head of Garrett's cock. He covers his mouth with one hand, biting down hard. He closes his eyes, his hips bucking again on their own accord. The blow job is messy, hot and wet. Garrett feels sweat run down his cheeks, his palms damp and he can feel it, he doesn't want to right then, he wants it to last, to remember every last detail.
But Mark tightens his lips around the length, his head bobbing eagerly and Garrett comes down his throat, Mark's name a breathy sob escaping him. He sags down, his knees weak. Mark holds him up, kissing him roughly and Garrett feels like he's falling.
xx
Garrett slowly learns that Mark will never speak about what happens when filming ends each day. He treats him like a little brother on set, teaching and coaxing him to improv on the spot. He's shy to do so and admires the easy bantering between Mark and Tyrese. Garrett redoubles his efforts to make his lines sound more casual.
The teasing though...He finds that Mark knows exactly how to rile him up, to make him react the way he needs to. After one particular take, Garrett stomps off camera, tears beginning to prickle under his eyelids. The camera follows him, so he acts as though he's undoing the clasp to his tongue stud. It comes off authentic and John, the director, congratulates him on being so believable.
He ignores Mark for the rest of the day. He feels childish for doing so but he can't seem to reconcile this Mark with the one that touches him at night, the one who knows every inch of Garrett's body and knows how to make him come apart.
xx
Mark corners him that night, kissing him hard and fast. Garrett's resistance crumbles under the touch of Mark's lips and in that instant he forgives him. Mark takes him gently that night, sliding deep inside him, hardly moving. Garrett bites his lips, he doesn't want to fall like this, not with the end of his scenes fast approaching.
Much later that night, with Mark asleep beside him, Garrett smokes a cigarette and wonders when he was stupid enough to fall in love. His stomach clenches at the thought of going back home, of not spending his nights in Mark's bed, held tightly to his chest.
He lays awake for hours, dreading the moment he has to leave.
xx
When he lies in the snow, a blood pack ready and waiting in his cheek, listening to the set explosions and the shouts around him, he thinks of how real it feels and how badly he wants 'Bobby' to come save him. He waits for his cue and the tears spring to his eyes easily. He can hear the shouts drawing closer and he flops back as he's been told to.
The tears run hard and fast and it's as if he can feel the blood dripping from him, he's dying and scared, God, why hasn't Bobby come for him yet? It mixes in, reality and make believe. Mark drops down in front of him, wild fear in his eyes, his mouth running a mile a minute. Garrett shakes and bites down, triggering the blood pack in his cheek. He coughs wetly, disgusted by the taste of the fake blood.
Tears gather in Mark's eyes, he begs him to keep breathing. Garrett slips away in his mind. He's done this before as Patroclus, he knows how to appear as though he's drawn his last choked breath. He dimly hears the shout for the scene to end. He sits up, wiping at the blood and looks at Mark, his eyes haunted. He'll be leaving soon.
xx
Garrett sits in the hard plastic seat at the airport, his carry on bag at his feet. He smiles faintly, watching the people around him. The wrap party the night before had been great, everyone congratulating each other, lots of hugs, lots of drinks and platters of food everywhere.
He'd spent the better part of the party with Mark, drinking each shot faster and faster, if only to kill the rising panic. He told himself it was stupid to be this upset, he'd see Mark during the promos, see them all again for the premiere of the movie. But it still hurts and he doesn't want to go back, to let go of Mark and send him back to his family while he goes home to his empty apartment.
He sighs and stuffs his hands in his coat pockets. He feels a scrap of paper and tugs it out, confused. He reads the scribbly writing and a smile curves his lips.
Just cause the filming ended, that doesn't mean that we ended
He tucks the paper into his wallet. He's fallen, so damn hard and he can't think of one moment's regret over it.
xx
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Mark/Garrett (Four Brothers)
Rating: R
Summary: He fell hard, not that he stood a chance.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made and no harm intended.
For
blklightpixie26Warning: Real Person Slash
xx
It takes less than four days, three and a half technically, before Mark slams Garrett up against the wall of his trailer.
With one hand down Garrett's jeans, Mark fists his cock and mutters just about the filthiest things Garrett's ever heard in his ear. Garrett comes embarrassingly soon, a strangled sob leaving his lips, coming fast and hard, his hips bucking into Mark's touch.
Mark chuckles, low and sweet, one strong forearm holding Garrett in place. He licks a stripe up Garrett's neck and Garrett nearly whimpers, his spent cock twitching despite himself. Mark makes him fly and it's over again too soon.
xx
It's torture, he thinks as he watches Mark in the makeup trailer. He's seated next to him, the hair stylist fussily working his hair into an intricately designed mess. Mark's slouched in his chair, eyes closed while the makeup is applied to his skin, covering up some of his tattoos. The biggest one, his rosary, is left uncovered, one that the director likes and declares it to be perfect for the character he plays.
Garrett struggles not to fidget. His skin itches being this close to Mark. And damn it if Mark isn't acting like nothing happened. He grits his teeth, apologizing to the girl when she berates him for not sitting still. His eyes wander over the expanse of Mark's chest and his cheeks flame when he sees Mark watching him.
Mark smirks and winks at him.
xx
That night, Garrett has three seconds of awareness before Mark nips his neck, a possessive arm slipping around his waist. He squeaks, mortified that he's done so. He's no virgin but God, every touch from Mark makes him feel like a timid first timer. Mark smiles and drops to his knees, his hands tugging Garrett's jeans down before he knows what's happening.
He stares down at Mark, a muffled cry escaping at the sight of his lips sliding over the head of Garrett's cock. He covers his mouth with one hand, biting down hard. He closes his eyes, his hips bucking again on their own accord. The blow job is messy, hot and wet. Garrett feels sweat run down his cheeks, his palms damp and he can feel it, he doesn't want to right then, he wants it to last, to remember every last detail.
But Mark tightens his lips around the length, his head bobbing eagerly and Garrett comes down his throat, Mark's name a breathy sob escaping him. He sags down, his knees weak. Mark holds him up, kissing him roughly and Garrett feels like he's falling.
xx
Garrett slowly learns that Mark will never speak about what happens when filming ends each day. He treats him like a little brother on set, teaching and coaxing him to improv on the spot. He's shy to do so and admires the easy bantering between Mark and Tyrese. Garrett redoubles his efforts to make his lines sound more casual.
The teasing though...He finds that Mark knows exactly how to rile him up, to make him react the way he needs to. After one particular take, Garrett stomps off camera, tears beginning to prickle under his eyelids. The camera follows him, so he acts as though he's undoing the clasp to his tongue stud. It comes off authentic and John, the director, congratulates him on being so believable.
He ignores Mark for the rest of the day. He feels childish for doing so but he can't seem to reconcile this Mark with the one that touches him at night, the one who knows every inch of Garrett's body and knows how to make him come apart.
xx
Mark corners him that night, kissing him hard and fast. Garrett's resistance crumbles under the touch of Mark's lips and in that instant he forgives him. Mark takes him gently that night, sliding deep inside him, hardly moving. Garrett bites his lips, he doesn't want to fall like this, not with the end of his scenes fast approaching.
Much later that night, with Mark asleep beside him, Garrett smokes a cigarette and wonders when he was stupid enough to fall in love. His stomach clenches at the thought of going back home, of not spending his nights in Mark's bed, held tightly to his chest.
He lays awake for hours, dreading the moment he has to leave.
xx
When he lies in the snow, a blood pack ready and waiting in his cheek, listening to the set explosions and the shouts around him, he thinks of how real it feels and how badly he wants 'Bobby' to come save him. He waits for his cue and the tears spring to his eyes easily. He can hear the shouts drawing closer and he flops back as he's been told to.
The tears run hard and fast and it's as if he can feel the blood dripping from him, he's dying and scared, God, why hasn't Bobby come for him yet? It mixes in, reality and make believe. Mark drops down in front of him, wild fear in his eyes, his mouth running a mile a minute. Garrett shakes and bites down, triggering the blood pack in his cheek. He coughs wetly, disgusted by the taste of the fake blood.
Tears gather in Mark's eyes, he begs him to keep breathing. Garrett slips away in his mind. He's done this before as Patroclus, he knows how to appear as though he's drawn his last choked breath. He dimly hears the shout for the scene to end. He sits up, wiping at the blood and looks at Mark, his eyes haunted. He'll be leaving soon.
xx
Garrett sits in the hard plastic seat at the airport, his carry on bag at his feet. He smiles faintly, watching the people around him. The wrap party the night before had been great, everyone congratulating each other, lots of hugs, lots of drinks and platters of food everywhere.
He'd spent the better part of the party with Mark, drinking each shot faster and faster, if only to kill the rising panic. He told himself it was stupid to be this upset, he'd see Mark during the promos, see them all again for the premiere of the movie. But it still hurts and he doesn't want to go back, to let go of Mark and send him back to his family while he goes home to his empty apartment.
He sighs and stuffs his hands in his coat pockets. He feels a scrap of paper and tugs it out, confused. He reads the scribbly writing and a smile curves his lips.
Just cause the filming ended, that doesn't mean that we ended
He tucks the paper into his wallet. He's fallen, so damn hard and he can't think of one moment's regret over it.
xx
