[MOVIE STAR AU]

[homosexuals]

MODERN CINEMA AU

hollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul...

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[hymen]

[ his heart races as hawk nestles against his chest, his hands cradling his strong jaw as if he's holding something precious. hawk's pulse jumps and flutters beneath his fingers while embry soothes his hands through his hair, tracing his brows, his cheekbones, and finally, the bow of his lips, tilting his face up towards his. hawk is so painfully handsome in the way of old hollywood glamour, like he should be on black and white movie posters instead of the name left off of each one. embry's thumb touches the corner of his eye, stroking the lines that betray his years in the industry while the hot flame of jealousy licks at him, that there might have been a dozen others before him to catch hawk's gaze, dozens and dozens of stars that have already felt his mouth or his body or his cock. ]

A nightcap and a smoke.

[ embry smiles, agreeable to that part, not so much to getting kicked out after, but there's room to negotiate once he's there. all he feels right now are the lines of hawk's body, hawk's thumb hooked in his fishnets, and he wishes he'd just tear a hole in them, that he'd start unlacing his corset right here and now, and there's no fucking way hawk doesn't feel how hard embry is, his breath tightly measured as his forehead comes to rest against hawk's. ]

I've been thinking about this. [ their noses brush as embry squirms in his lap, closer and closer and closer. ] You. I think about you all the time. I think about —

[ he swallows, his breath damp and hot against hawk's cheek as he nuzzles against him, his mouth gravitating toward hawk's lips. he thinks his heart might tumble right out of his chest with how badly he aches for him.

he finishes in a whisper — ] Kissing you. If you'd want me to. If you'd like it.

[ he pauses for a fraction of a moment, waiting for hawk to shove him away, for him to tell him to stop, that he's read all of this wrong, but — it doesn't come fast enough, so embry crushes their mouths together in a desperate, hurried motion, pressing hawk into the back of the chair with the force of his desire. he tastes better than liquor, better than any pill he's popped, tonguing into hawk's mouth like he's the only person in the room. ]

[homosexuals]

[the moment he feels the heaviness underneath leather and silk is what drives his eyes to flutter open in realization - maybe not quite shock, because this thing between them has been utterly fucking electric for months now - but understanding that embry is hard, and even if he's gotten to a point where he's practically deliberately obtuse, embry seems to want this. badly. as badly as him? well, they'll have to figure that out.

except - no. no, this is the point where he should carefully lift embry off his lap and settle him down on gazelle-long legs, politely extricating himself and telling him its been fun, but he's got a headache and a whole stack of paperwork to get to tomorrow morning. he'll catch him in his office, during working hours, not perched pretty like the bunny to his high with big blue eyes and practically begging hawk to take the thing he's been steadfast in ignoring this long. this whole thing has been a walking red flag, a siren blaring at him to turn back now before he crosses the line he can't come back from. but that's because he'd expected embry to be like everyone else walking through his door: wanting something from him and measuring up how to best get it, looking past the man that is hawkins fuller and instead just needing the prestige. it's ironic then that embry wants the one thing he doesn't fucking need hawk's help with, and now? now he just wants hawk.

it's all wrong. for someone so wrapped up in the intricacies of a hollywood lot, hawk never tires of the way his daydreams easily fall into what could easily be playing off a silver screen. he'd pictured bending down one day, tipping embry's chin up from where he was splayed at his knees and chatting about things that wouldn't matter months from now - the movie shoots for the day, his best angles (as if the answer isn't all of them), asking hawk why he liked one steakhouse over another, prying for his seeming preferences in the personal. one day hawk thought about shutting him up with his lips, hoisting him up onto his desk and letting the tension bubble over until they were both sweaty and panting and definitely needed to replace a few copies of paperwork on top of solid oak.

it's not supposed to be with embry half naked in his lap, hawk feeling strung out beyond belief, surrounded by colleagues and opportunists who would sell them short in a heartbeat.

but it is, and who is he to deny this exquisite creature? if you'd want me to, if you'd like it - christ, who fucking wouldn't, he almost says - moments before he meets embry in the middle and leans in at the same time embry does. it makes the impact of their kiss one of hunger, hawk nipping at his lips before slipping his tongue along embry's like he might lick the taste of whatever the hell that was they'd drank out of his mouth. the hand at his waist lowers, gripping the meat of his ass and upper thigh to pull him in closer and shift the way he's seated closer to something truly face to face. it's a miracle he doesn't fucking dry hump him right here - particularly with the way embry too will now get the reciprocation of something hard burgeoning beneath his slacks. his fingers flex against the supple flesh, refusing to pull away from something less gentlemanly than his waist while his other hand shifts up to cup at the back of his neck and deepen it.

the lipstick is the last thing on his mind. so is the bevy of photographers waiting outside the estate. but he pulls back anyway after what feels like mere seconds, groaning in dissatisfaction at his own dazed sensibility.]

You got it?

[because yeah, that should answer all of embry's questions. he's been thinking about it too. he wants it. he likes it.]

Shouldn't -

[we shouldn't do this at all, is what he should say.]

Not here.