Tim’s apartment wasn’t impressive by any means, but he needed to ground himself in some familiar territory, so that’s where they ended up. Neither of them had come to their senses in the meantime, thank god. With every passing minute he needed this even more. It was unexpected, but not surprising in the least.
He kept the lights out. Maybe a part of bringing Harvey to his place and keeping him in the dark was about a power shift. Nothing wrong with that. Tim locked the door, stripped off his t-shirt and tossed it aside as he walked across the apartment to his bedroom, feeling Harvey following close behind, pretending like it was routine – like he did it all the time. But the second Harvey’s arm slid around his naked waist he knew he couldn’t fake it. All the nerves and fear and excitement and need crackled under the surface of his skin. There was something seriously wrong with them both for doing this but that made it even better, because they were both insane, together.
Tim turned around in Harvey’s arms and kissed him, feeling the man’s arms tighten around his body. The tip of Harvey’s tongue teased his lips, so he sucked it into his mouth. Harvey pushed up against him with a groan, walking him backwards until Tim felt his mattress on the back of his legs. He frantically unbuckled Harvey’s belt for the second time, popped the button of his jeans, unzipped him and pushed his jeans and briefs down over his hips. Before he could touch his flesh, Harvey shoved him onto the bed.
Tim pushed himself up on his elbows, toed off his shoes, and undid his own pants as he watched Harvey finish stripping his pants and briefs off. He suddenly regretted not turning a light on. Then Harvey knelt on the edge of the bed, dug his fingers into the waistband of Tim’s jeans and boxers, and tugged them down his legs. It only took a fraction of a second to adjust to the fact that he was naked in front of his producer and colleague. But fuck all that. This was a sexy older guy he was lucky enough to put his trust in and call a friend.
Harvey crawled over him and kissed him rough on the mouth, grinding his hips down. Tim broke away with a moan when he felt how hot and hard Harvey was, then he found himself pushed down flat onto his back. He tried again to reach down and wrap his fingers around Harvey’s cock, wanting to feel him so bad, but before he knew it there were hands on his wrists, slamming them down into the mattress on either side of his shoulders.
“Yeah,” Tim panted, his heart and his mind racing.
Harvey silenced his encouraging moan, drinking it from his lips. This wasn’t like any of the women Tim had been with. There was something about being with someone older and stronger... the threat of being overpowered was turning him on so much he didn’t even know how to deal with it.
“You like stronger guys?” Harvey’s fingers tightened around Tim’s wrists.
“Yes,” Tim hissed through his teeth. When Harvey said he knew him, he was right. He strained against the man’s grasp, testing him, and the man was applying his strength. It was more than a gesture.
“Yeah?” Harvey dipped his head and flattened his wet tongue against Tim’s clavicle, dragging it all the way up his neck to his earlobe, which he tugged at gently with his teeth. “You want me to hold you down? Give it to you real hard? Make you my own personal fucktoy?” Harvey’s smile was audible.
Tim laughed, bordering on a hysterical implosion. “Holy shit, Harvey. Nobody’s ever asked me that before.” He strained against Harvey’s grip again but it was no good, so he pushed his hips up, nudging the other man’s cock with his own. “Hell yes.”
“Too bad.” Harvey touched his nose to Tim’s and grinned. “I’m gonna give it to you so sweet and so slow that you’re gonna lose your mind.”
“Too late.” He wanted to be disappointed but Harvey made everything sound good. “You asshole.” He would take anything the man was willing to give.
“Tell me your name, babe.”
Tim laughed. “You know my name.” He wrapped his legs around Harvey’s, locking his ankles.
“I know, but I want you to tell me.”
Tim tried to lift his head for a kiss but Harvey pulled back with a grin, just a little out of his reach. The guy was having fun with this. “You know that it’s Tim.”
Harvey gave him a nod and pressed a kiss to Tim’s neck. “What’s your other name?”
“Umm...” Tim didn’t understand this game but he was still enjoying it. “Orange?”
“Mhm.” Harvey moved his lips to the other side of Tim’s neck. “And what’s your other name?”
Tim’s brain wasn’t interested in being any part of this, but a few thoughts were still racing around through the shorted circuits. The only other name Harvey could have been referring to was Freddy, but... “I feel like I’m not supposed to tell you that,” he confessed. It was confusing. When they talked about their characters, he always called himself ‘Orange’ and almost never spoke the name ‘Freddy’.
“It’s okay, you can tell,” Harvey assured him. “I’m not Larry, I’m me.”
Tim brushed his lips against Harvey’s. “But you look just like him,” he teased, although there was truth in it. Why was it so hard to confess? It wasn’t Tim’s secret identity, and even if he had one he wouldn’t keep it from Harvey.
“Tell me,” Harvey whispered against his lips. “Come on... tell me. Just tell me.”
Tim was overcome by both hesitation and arousal, but he had nothing to lose by giving Harvey what he wanted. “It’s Freddy.” It felt so strange to say it. Strange, but good.
He was rewarded by a deep, slow kiss. Harvey let go of one of his wrists. Tim immediately ran his fingers through the man’s hair and locked his hand behind his neck, keeping him close. It shouldn’t have felt so cathartic, giving the man a fictional name that he already knew.
Harvey pulled out of the kiss. “Which name do you want me to use?”
“Seriously?” Tim thought it should have been obvious – his own – but he hadn’t really been feeling like himself lately. Nobody had ever given him the option of being someone else in bed before. This could not have been healthy. Was it a test? Shit, maybe this whole thing was some kind of initiation into the elite cult of method actors. Tim almost laughed at the thought. “I don’t know...”
“Think about it.” Harvey pushed himself back up onto his knees and unhooked Tim’s legs from his. “Roll over.”
Harvey didn’t give Tim the chance to comply, flipping him onto his stomach with his hands at his ankle and hip. He really was strong, and Tim really did want him to use it. It seemed like a waste not to.
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He kept the lights out. Maybe a part of bringing Harvey to his place and keeping him in the dark was about a power shift. Nothing wrong with that. Tim locked the door, stripped off his t-shirt and tossed it aside as he walked across the apartment to his bedroom, feeling Harvey following close behind, pretending like it was routine – like he did it all the time. But the second Harvey’s arm slid around his naked waist he knew he couldn’t fake it. All the nerves and fear and excitement and need crackled under the surface of his skin. There was something seriously wrong with them both for doing this but that made it even better, because they were both insane, together.
Tim turned around in Harvey’s arms and kissed him, feeling the man’s arms tighten around his body. The tip of Harvey’s tongue teased his lips, so he sucked it into his mouth. Harvey pushed up against him with a groan, walking him backwards until Tim felt his mattress on the back of his legs. He frantically unbuckled Harvey’s belt for the second time, popped the button of his jeans, unzipped him and pushed his jeans and briefs down over his hips. Before he could touch his flesh, Harvey shoved him onto the bed.
Tim pushed himself up on his elbows, toed off his shoes, and undid his own pants as he watched Harvey finish stripping his pants and briefs off. He suddenly regretted not turning a light on. Then Harvey knelt on the edge of the bed, dug his fingers into the waistband of Tim’s jeans and boxers, and tugged them down his legs. It only took a fraction of a second to adjust to the fact that he was naked in front of his producer and colleague. But fuck all that. This was a sexy older guy he was lucky enough to put his trust in and call a friend.
Harvey crawled over him and kissed him rough on the mouth, grinding his hips down. Tim broke away with a moan when he felt how hot and hard Harvey was, then he found himself pushed down flat onto his back. He tried again to reach down and wrap his fingers around Harvey’s cock, wanting to feel him so bad, but before he knew it there were hands on his wrists, slamming them down into the mattress on either side of his shoulders.
“Yeah,” Tim panted, his heart and his mind racing.
Harvey silenced his encouraging moan, drinking it from his lips. This wasn’t like any of the women Tim had been with. There was something about being with someone older and stronger... the threat of being overpowered was turning him on so much he didn’t even know how to deal with it.
“You like stronger guys?” Harvey’s fingers tightened around Tim’s wrists.
“Yes,” Tim hissed through his teeth. When Harvey said he knew him, he was right. He strained against the man’s grasp, testing him, and the man was applying his strength. It was more than a gesture.
“Yeah?” Harvey dipped his head and flattened his wet tongue against Tim’s clavicle, dragging it all the way up his neck to his earlobe, which he tugged at gently with his teeth. “You want me to hold you down? Give it to you real hard? Make you my own personal fucktoy?” Harvey’s smile was audible.
Tim laughed, bordering on a hysterical implosion. “Holy shit, Harvey. Nobody’s ever asked me that before.” He strained against Harvey’s grip again but it was no good, so he pushed his hips up, nudging the other man’s cock with his own. “Hell yes.”
“Too bad.” Harvey touched his nose to Tim’s and grinned. “I’m gonna give it to you so sweet and so slow that you’re gonna lose your mind.”
“Too late.” He wanted to be disappointed but Harvey made everything sound good. “You asshole.” He would take anything the man was willing to give.
“Tell me your name, babe.”
Tim laughed. “You know my name.” He wrapped his legs around Harvey’s, locking his ankles.
“I know, but I want you to tell me.”
Tim tried to lift his head for a kiss but Harvey pulled back with a grin, just a little out of his reach. The guy was having fun with this. “You know that it’s Tim.”
Harvey gave him a nod and pressed a kiss to Tim’s neck. “What’s your other name?”
“Umm...” Tim didn’t understand this game but he was still enjoying it. “Orange?”
“Mhm.” Harvey moved his lips to the other side of Tim’s neck. “And what’s your other name?”
Tim’s brain wasn’t interested in being any part of this, but a few thoughts were still racing around through the shorted circuits. The only other name Harvey could have been referring to was Freddy, but... “I feel like I’m not supposed to tell you that,” he confessed. It was confusing. When they talked about their characters, he always called himself ‘Orange’ and almost never spoke the name ‘Freddy’.
“It’s okay, you can tell,” Harvey assured him. “I’m not Larry, I’m me.”
Tim brushed his lips against Harvey’s. “But you look just like him,” he teased, although there was truth in it. Why was it so hard to confess? It wasn’t Tim’s secret identity, and even if he had one he wouldn’t keep it from Harvey.
“Tell me,” Harvey whispered against his lips. “Come on... tell me. Just tell me.”
Tim was overcome by both hesitation and arousal, but he had nothing to lose by giving Harvey what he wanted. “It’s Freddy.” It felt so strange to say it. Strange, but good.
He was rewarded by a deep, slow kiss. Harvey let go of one of his wrists. Tim immediately ran his fingers through the man’s hair and locked his hand behind his neck, keeping him close. It shouldn’t have felt so cathartic, giving the man a fictional name that he already knew.
Harvey pulled out of the kiss. “Which name do you want me to use?”
“Seriously?” Tim thought it should have been obvious – his own – but he hadn’t really been feeling like himself lately. Nobody had ever given him the option of being someone else in bed before. This could not have been healthy. Was it a test? Shit, maybe this whole thing was some kind of initiation into the elite cult of method actors. Tim almost laughed at the thought. “I don’t know...”
“Think about it.” Harvey pushed himself back up onto his knees and unhooked Tim’s legs from his. “Roll over.”
Harvey didn’t give Tim the chance to comply, flipping him onto his stomach with his hands at his ankle and hip. He really was strong, and Tim really did want him to use it. It seemed like a waste not to.