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𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜 "𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔" 𝚣. 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 ([personal profile] homosexuals) wrote2022-03-10 10:11 pm

[MOVIE STAR AU]

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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[personal profile] hymen 2024-04-20 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ okay, so — maybe he should have asked what was in the drink. but embry doesn't care, because suddenly the veil thins between them and he feels like he has an actual chance here, like hawk is looking at him for the first time, and that feels too good to give up. he laps up the attention like a starving stray, his toothpaste commercial smile widening at hawk's firm reassurance. ]

Your favorite? You mean it? [ it's a balm to all of his other rejections that have worn him down and left doubt festering beneath his skin. he mimes locking his lips and throwing away the key, then laughs as he throws a glance backwards at their tangled feet, hawk's loafers and his ridiculous louboutins together like a badly scripted man and wife. ] You could take me wherever you go later, so you'll have the chance to look after my feet. You could take me with you for the rest of your life.

[ his voice softens at the end, and that's — fuck, that's way too much, his eyes lowering and his heartbeat skipping as he tries to rein his emotions back to a manageable trot. his hands slip down hawk's chest, adjusting his tie, and then he reaches for his drink and downs the rest. ]

Don't think I forgot about our dance. Come on.

[ he smiles again, slipping out of his lap and pulling hawk to his feet. the world tilts a little in that pleasant way it does when his brain is firing in haphazard directions, when the lights are glitzy and bright, when he's hyper-aware of every touch and sensation beneath his fingertips and against his skin. smith's big house is a box of light and this room is the center, right where hawk is, his hands warm where their fingers curl together, embry steadying him with practiced ease as he walks him backwards into the sea of happily dancing bodies.

he doesn't give hawk a chance to protest, because embry wants this too badly, their connection sizzling like a fiery gift thrown into his lap. no one pays them any attention, or maybe it's that embry doesn't give a shit about anyone else in the room but hawk, throwing his arms over his shoulders, his high cheekbones flushed with warmth and his stained mouth curving with laughter. their bodies press together, embry's hips swaying to the tacky halloween music swirling through the air.
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I'm glad you came. [ it's even louder here, and this time his mouth brushes hawk's cheek on the way to his ear, leaving a lipstick stain. he thumbs at it softly, stroking the crescent of his cheek. ] There's no one else I want to dance with.
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[personal profile] hymen 2024-04-27 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he hasn't been this happy in such a long time. his career has been a dead weight shackled to his ankles, making every step feel like a hundred, leaving him frustrated and exhausted with himself — disgusted with himself, if he's telling the truth, of how far he'd fallen and how with every passing day his star seemed to get dimmer. no amount of morgan's cruelly sensible advice or vivienne's harsh love could get him out of the circle of destruction he'd found himself in, not until hawk saw him and said that one, i want that one.

and now he's here, in a starring role, dancing with smith's golden boy who seems only to have eyes for him. it can't possibly be real. every whisper hawk breathes into his ear skates shivers down his spine. his mouth feels dry from everything he's taken tonight, but he thinks that can be solved by kissing hawk, although — he can't. he can't. they're not there yet, even though he wants desperately to be. he wants desperately to just be his, to be his star and his muse forever, to act in every part he finds for him, to make hawk bigger than all the other producers out there, because he's better than all of them. smarter. harder-working. more handsome by a long shot. he makes embry forget all the troubles knocking at his flimsy door.

hawk presses into him, seemingly by drunken accident, but embry smiles and strokes his fingers against the short hairs at the nape of his neck to steady him. or maybe just because he's wanted to do that all night.
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Only a little sore? [ his voice lowers to a playfully silky purr, words meant only for hawk to hear. ] Do your worst, Mr. Fuller.

[ he keeps his fingers gently at hawk's nape, gliding along his skin and brushing at his pulse which he finds erratically fast, out of the norm for hawk's usual steely demeanor. could it be that embry's finally having a real, honest, longstanding effect on him? they reach the edges of the room, where embry stops at the banquet table to help himself to the spread of elegantly spooky finger foods all doused in red dribbles of sweet sauces to emulate the look of blood. he pops a cherry in his mouth and works his jaw for a moment, then sticks out his tongue to offer hawk the stem wrapped in a bow. ]

You're the only one I want to dance with. [ hawk looks hot around the collar, a sheen of sweat glistening at his temples, so embry offers him one of the little flutes of sparkling water nearby. ] Drink this. Do you want to go sit down?

[ he's already pulling him towards the next room, pushing him into the closest empty seat, a comfortably plush, armless chair. embry looks around for another to drag close, but they're all annoyingly taken — then he does a double take when he realizes how many people are making out in this room, straddling the other guests and grinding straight into their laps. his cock reacts instantly, blood rushing to his groin while his face heats up, lightheaded from the visceral changes his body insists on putting him through. ]

Hey. [ maybe hawk won't notice a thing about their surroundings. gently, he tips his fingers to hawk's jaw, lifting his chin. ] Think I need another drink. You want one?
Edited (pls ignore my typos) 2024-04-27 18:22 (UTC)
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[personal profile] hymen 2024-05-01 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ does he really mean — embry's heart leaps somewhere in his throat, threatening to choke him, but hawk's definitely looking at him with expectation in his liquid eyes, and embry feels his pupils dilate, feels every brush of tight leather and lace rubbing against his heated skin, and — fuck, he just wants hawk to touch him so badly. he'd kill for it, like he's starving, like he's never, ever been touched before. it has to be the drugs making him crazy right now, but he has the feeling that it's mostly just his desire for hawk driving him up the wall, reaching a point that can't be ignored for much longer. he's so goddamn horny. ]

Mr. Fuller —

[ it comes out in a whispered rush, teetering against his good sense. he should walk away. his cock has grown half-hard, and there's no way to hide it in his skimpy clothes and especially not if he actually sits down, but there's something commanding in the way hawk says it, in the way he looks at him, and embry suddenly eases forward, placing a hand on hawk's shoulder to balance himself. hawk looks devastatingly sexy, loose-limbed and just on the right side of disheveled. embry sinks down into his lap, little stitches of breath escaping his parted lips.

he looks closely at hawk's eyes, reaching up slowly to brush a gentle hand through tiny bits of his hair, to trace the dark outline of his brows. he tries not to move his hips at all, to avoid friction between his cock and hawk's thigh even if it's painful to be still. in his peripheral he can see other pairs of people gyrating against each other, mouths and hands and hips moving, snatches of sighs and soft groans filtering in the lulls of music. embry has been heedless with sex for a long time, so to refrain now feels like the most difficult thing in the world, like being edged against his will. he feels terribly exposed, like one wrong move will shake out all his secrets — the ones from his past and the ones he's presently keeping from hawk, a culmination of all the things that make him intensely undesirable.
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Mr. Fuller. [ he's close now, close enough to catch hawk's vetiver scent, close enough that he barely has to speak above a whisper. he's never been inside hawk's home, but he's exhausted all his snooping options in his office, now that the cameras are there. ] Will you take me back home with you?
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[personal profile] hymen 2024-05-06 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]