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[ torture ] by kHo Sands sighed, throwing the pillow on the floor. “Where the hell are my pants?” “Where you left them.” “Gee, thanks,” he said, his voice a hard thin line. “Welcome.” He huffed a laugh. “That was sarcasm, The.” “They´re to your left.” Sands nodded his head, gritting his teeth. “Far to my left? Near to my left? To the left of my ass, the left of my foot, the left of my hand?” “Your left!” “Ya know something, El,” Sands said, kicking his foot out to the left and moving it around. “A little help wouldn´t have to mean you liked me.” He bent over, swiping over the bed with his hands as his foot continued to swipe over the carpet. “You could very well help me and still hate me. All it means is that I´ll shut the fuck up about finding my god damned pants!” “You make a good point, Agent Sands,” El said in a bored tone. “For once.” Sands began to retort but stopped short when heavy denim hit him square in the face. “Was that absolutely necessary,” he drawled, bending over to pick up the pants that had fallen from his face to the ground. “Yes,” El said, the smile more than apparent in his voice. “Absolutely.” “Good,” Sands gritted out, sitting on the edge of the bed and jerking his pants onto his legs. He sighed when he realized he had them on backwards and started over again. “Great. I´m so happy you woke me up for this, El. I really am. I really do enjoy being your Saturday morning entertainment. It´s a wonderful way to start the weekend.” “It´s Sunday.” Sands paused, chewing on his lip. “Fine then. Lovely way to start the end of the weekend.” “Get dressed, cabron. We have many miles to go today.” Sands laughed, standing and zipping up his pants. “I´m so glad you´re my keeper El. Just don´t know what I´d do without you.” “Hurry.” ~*~ “Great! Got it, moving on.” Johnny sighed, reaching up to take the sunglasses off. “We done for the day Robert? Cause I´d just be ever so happy to take this blood caked shit off my eyesockets.” Robert laughed, clapping a hand to Johnny´s shoulder. “Not actually blood.” “Good to know,” Johnny said, laughing. “Good scene, Johnny,” Antonio said, still munching on the corn flakes El had been eating during the scene. “I don´t know where you pull Sands from, but he´s brilliant.” Johnny laughed. “Easy. Sands is the guy you hold back at the supermarket when the person in front of you has five million coupons they conveniently forgot to tell the clerk about beforehand,” he said, laughing again. “The guy you say ‘no, if you say that, it would be rude.´ to. And then he answers back with ‘so the fuck what, she´s a fucking moron!´” Antonio nodded, grinning. “How many voices do you hear, Johnny? You might want to get that checked out.” Johnny shrugged, reaching down and making sure he´d zipped his fly. “Carol,” he called, looking around the room. “Where´s my shirt?” Antonio laughed. “Life imitating art.” Johnny smiled, taking the shirt his assistant handed him. “Thank you,” he said, nodding at her. “And not really. See, this is my shirt. In the scene, it was my pants.” After their makeup was removed, Antonio fell into step beside Johnny as they walked back to their respective trailers. On the set of Once Upon a Time, they´d never really spent much time together. This go around, they couldn´t get rid of each other. Neither of them were complaining. Quite the contrary, as a matter of fact. “Hey, I wanted to run an idea by you,” Johnny said, turning to look at Antonio when he reached his trailer. “Come in for a minute?” Antonio´s smile was slow and he nodded his head. “Sure.” As soon as the door was closed, Johnny pinned Antonio to the trailer door. “So, I was thinking,” he said, taking the prop gun out of his pants and pointing it at Antonio´s throat. “Tomorrow´s that scene where I lose it on you.” Antonio´s face was deadpanned. “It is.” Johnny´s grin widened. “And I was thinking, maybe it would be more effective if maybe instead of aiming the gun at your head, I aimed it at a… less desirable place,” he said, trailing the gun down Antonio´s body and resting it on his crotch. “Man can´t do without his family jewels, can he?” “He can,” Antonio said, his hand reaching up and grabbing Johnny´s hair, tugging his head back in a jerking motion. “Just wouldn´t want to.” Johnny got out half a laugh before Antonio´s mouth was on his and then they were backing up. Johnny´s knees hit the edge of his couch and down they went, Antonio´s knees on either side of him as his tongue dipped into Johnny´s mouth. Johnny´s fingers twitched on the gun and then it dropped to the floor as he wrapped his arms around Antonio, arching into him and groaning for more contact. Antonio´s fingers, still dirt caked from the day on set, fumbled with Johnny´s zipper. A growl ripped from his throat when Johnny bucked underneath him, sending pleasure waves throughout Antonio´s body. One kiss later Antonio was standing before Johnny as Johnny tugged his own jeans off and began working on Antonio´s, looking up at him with those soulful eyes of his that rendered him speechless. Johnny kissed the inside of Antonio´s thigh and ran his tongue up the crevice of his hip bone, his fingers crushing into Antonio´s leg. He would have been more than happy to let Johnny take the lead this go around, but Sands had had the bulk of the air time that day and Antonio felt Johnny deserved a break. He wound his fingers in Johnny´s hair and pulled his head back, falling to his knees and kissing him with fervor once again. He pushed Johnny back roughly and grabbed his cock in his hand, licking his lips and grinning up at Johnny´s surprised expression. Closing his eyes he swallowed Johnny whole, Johnny´s gasp of surprise and arousal enough to make it all worth it. He felt Johnny´s fingers curl tightly in his hair, holding him in place as he began to move his tongue around in a way that made Johnny squirm beneath him. It wasn´t long before Johnny´s voice watch catching on his cries, and his hands left Antonio´s hair to grip the couch cushions as he came. Antonio continued licking and sucking until Johnny was spent clean, and reached up only to wipe the corner of his mouth before he was kissing Johnny again. Johnny´s tongue wound lazily with his and he knew it would be a few minutes before he´d get his in return, but that was okay. Antonio actually liked torturing himself a little bit… it was why he loved playing El. It was also why he loved that Johnny was playing Sands. Johnny was good at torture.
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