Lips and tongue between his shoulder blades made him shiver. When Tim felt Harvey’s warm, firm cock pressing against his ass he groaned hard into his pillow, the needy ache in his belly clenching like a fist.

“When’s the last time you got fucked by a guy?” Harvey straddled the backs of Tim’s thighs and ran his hands up and down his back and shoulders, before finally landing on his ass, grabbing kneading a handful of flesh.

“Not recently,” Tim answered quickly. “But I’ve dated some pretty liberal chicks.”

Harvey laughed in sincere amusement and pat his ass affectionately. “That’s cute, but it’s not the same.”

No, it wasn’t the same.

“But you’ve done this before?” Harvey slid his thumb between Tim’s buttocks and rubbed his hole.

Tim’s cock throbbed against the mattress. “Yeah, but I’m not telling you about it.”

“You like it?”

He didn’t know why Harvey was so reluctant to be convinced that he was okay with this. Tim nodded, but it wasn’t a matter of liking it. It was a matter of needing it. Sex distilled everything into one clear time and place that he really existed in. Being fucked, feeling another person inside him, the pain and satisfaction... that’s what he was most desperate for. He tried to push his hips up and spread his legs open, but Harvey had him pinned in place, leisurely thumbing the rim of his hole.

Tim groaned in frustration and arousal, but then he felt Harvey’s thick, rough fingers nudging at his lips. He turned his head and gratefully accepted them into his mouth, running his tongue between and around them, generously coating the fingers with saliva, ready to feel them press into the tight muscle between his legs.

Harvey pulled his fingers out from between Tim’s eager lips with a wet smack, but instead of sliding his slick fingers into the his ass, Harvey shifted his body further down Tim’s legs, pulled his hips up higher, and reached around to swipe the saliva all over his hard cock.

Tim twisted his fist into the pillow and moaned while Harvey spread his spit and precome around his hard cock before he started pumping him, slow and steady.

“Fuck...” Tim rocked his hips against the hand, trying to get more friction. He wanted Harvey to get closer, frustrated by the air against his bare ass. “If you don’t fuckin fuck me, I swear I’m gonna go fuckin mental...”

“Let’s see you go mental.”

He twisted around, about to protest, but Harvey let go of Tim’s cock and caught his chin with wet fingers.

“Kidding,” Harvey whispered before kissing him and stuffing his face back down into the pillow.

Tim sighed, trying to be patient. His lips were still humming from the kiss. Every touch left a deep impression. A part of him must have known that this wouldn’t happen twice, so his body savoured everything.

When those warm lips moved to the back of his neck and it almost angered him the way that such a gentle touch could drag such immense feelings out of him. Every inch of his body was throbbing with anticipation as those lips traced down his spine. Around the time a barely-stubbled chin brushed just above Tim’s tailbone, Harvey wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled him up onto his knees.

The shock of a wet tongue sliding between his buttocks pulled a short, startled cry from Tim’s lips, muffled into the pillow. Christ, he was not expecting that, and it had been a long time since he’d experienced it. His legs began to shudder, and immediately two strong hands wrapped around his thighs and held him steady.

“Do you like that?” It was a frank question.

How could he not like it? “Yeah,” Tim quickly panted, pushing himself up onto his elbows and arching his back.

Harvey was generous with his lips, tongue and saliva, delivering long, slow laps of his tongue, massaging Tim's thighs with needy hands. Every time the tip of his tongue prodded gently at his hole, Tim’s dick twitched, aching for some attention, but he didn’t touch himself... he was too turned on and he was afraid to end it. The soft, wet heat of Harvey’s tongue wiggling around his asshole was almost enough to get him off as it was. After a minute or so he lost any sense of the modesty he was still clinging to and couldn’t help but to push himself back against Harvey’s mouth. The man’s hands responded by pulling him even closer, fingertips digging almost painfully into his flesh and he really fucking hoped that it would bruise. That eager tongue threatened to slide into his body at any moment, but he held off with persistent, relentless teasing.

Tim didn’t even realize he was holding his breath behind clenched teeth until his head started spinning. When he let go, he couldn’t keep his desperate pleas down. Whimpers and curses and moans streamed form his lips, eyes squeezed shut, fists twisting into the sheets, raw pleasure searing through his veins with every swipe of the tongue working behind him. It wasn’t just what he was doing, but that he was doing it. The man had been casually touching him on a regular basis over the past few weeks, and Tim was always subtly leaning in for more. Now that it seemed they couldn’t possibly get any closer, he was still desperate and aching for as much as he could get.

“Come on, come on...” Tim reached back frantically and tore Harvey’s fingers from one of his thighs, tugging at his hand. “Fuck me. I want your dick.” His own voice sounded so completely foreign. As usual, Harvey was getting him to say and do things he didn’t even know he had in him.

Harvey’s hand pulled free of Tim’s and moved it around to grab his aching cock again, lips turning to the flesh of his buttocks, licking and sucking. Finally, he placed one more kiss at the small of his back, and sat up.

“Grab some lube.”

Tim reached for his bedside table. Lubrication was probably the main reason he’d opted for home instead of his trailer. At first he couldn’t find what he was looking for in the dark so he had to crawl out of Harvey’s grasp to dig through the back of the drawer. He was relieved when his fingers curled around the plastic bottle – not that it would have stopped him if he couldn’t find it – and just to be on the safe side, he grabbed a condom.

He turned back to Harvey, shoved the accoutrements into his palm, and crawled onto his lap. Two broad arms closed around him as he kissed and licked the man’s neck, careful not to leave any marks above the collarbone, despite the fact that they had a makeup artist on set. Rubbing his nose beneath his jaw, the smell of Harvey’s aftershave was sharp and familiar. Tim prayed that it wouldn’t give him a hard-on the next day while he was lying on that ramp with him, sticky and exhausted... Would people be able to tell that something was different? Quentin’s enthusiasm was bottomless. He would probably love it.

Tim turned his head, twisting around and touching Harvey’s face, bringing him into a deep and hungry kiss. A moan vibrated against his tongue, and just knowing that he could make Harvey feel good almost put him over the edge. He kissed him harder, deeper, using his teeth, trying to set the pace, until finally he began to chip away at the other man’s restraint, bridging the gap between how his lover felt he should treat him and his base instincts to fuck, use, take.

Harvey broke the kiss with a strained moan, thrusting harder (but not too hard) and stroking faster (but not too fast). “You’re so...”

“What?” Tight? Quiet? Impatient? Tim could hardly breathe. The sting, ache and throbbing pleasure were overwhelming, not to mention the immeasurable satisfaction of bringing Harvey to speechlessness.

“So goddamn beautiful.”

Once the words sank in, Tim turned his face into the pillow again, his guts knotting up and his chest tightening. After ten or so years of being evaluated by total strangers, being reminded time and time again that he was too much of something and not enough of something else for the camera, it was hard to take a compliment. ‘Sexy’ he could almost figure out how to handle, but ‘beautiful’ was a fucking fabrication. But something nagging inside told him that maybe there was a possibility that Harvey really might have somehow believed it.

Harvey pressed his forehead to the back of Tim’s shoulder. “You’re so good,” he whispered. “Are you gonna come for me?”

Tim felt himself rushing towards a climax at the very words, unable to resist Harvey’s suggestion, but he tried desperately to hold on a little longer. “Yes,” he whined. Desperate to grab on and hold something, he pulled his pillow from under his head and into his arms, against his chest. He buried his face and his fingers into the bag of foam.

When he felt the pillow being eased out of his white-knuckled grip he was reluctant to give it up at first, but then Harvey let go of his cock to hook his hand under Tim’s knee and carefully eased him around onto his back, never withdrawing, until he had both legs hooked over his shoulders. Tim gratefully wrapped his arms around Harvey’s back, letting the man fold him in half, and pressed his face into the his firm, broad shoulder.

“Come on, Freddy,” Harvey coaxed, returning his hand to his cock, with more purpose this time. “It’s easy to let it go.” He pressed his nose into Tim’s hair. “I can fuck you all night if you want me to, but you’ve been holding on too long. I can feel it.”

Tim dropped his head back against the pillow, holding down a sob, completely helpless. He clenched his teeth and curled his toes, trying not to let himself fall apart. He wanted to be angry with Harvey for pretending to know what he needed, but he did know. He knew everything. He was really inside him.

“Oh god, don’t – please – yes—“ Tim stammered, panting, refusing to give in, dying to draw it out just a little longer. He wanted to take it rough, nasty, mean... totally unprepared for this man to reframe what being fucked was supposed to feel like. This was slow, even, deliberate, controlled. It felt too good, and it made him hate that he’d convinced himself that there was only one way to enjoy it.

Harvey pressed a kiss to Tim’s cheekbone. “You okay?”

Tim nodded. “I’m... I...”

A few sparks of pleasure shot through his belly, sending currents trough his veins, and he was just too weak to hold on. His hands moved desperately to grab on to the other man anywhere he could. His balls tightened, his ass clamping down hard around Harvey’s thick cock, and for a few seconds he couldn’t breathe. He cried out, hard and desperate, and all it took was a soft, easy kiss to muffle his voice and nudge him right over the edge. Harvey fucked him slow and steady through his climax. He heard himself sobbing and moaning through his nose against the man’s cheek, shaking as the ecstasy rushed through him, vaguely aware of his come shooting onto his chest, swimming in the entire sensation until he slowly sank to the bottom of it and felt it all roll out like a tide. He was fuckin’ beached, and all he could think was:

Yes. Finally.

Harvey reluctantly broke the kiss and began to slow his thrusts, but Tim put his hands on the back of the man’s thighs. “Keep going,” he told him, his voice cracked and raw.

Harvey let go of Tim’s fading erection to brace his hand on the mattress, moving his relatively clean one to cup Tim’s face. Harvey dropped is head and kissed Tim’s throat, stroking his hair. Now that every muscle in Tim’s body had liquefied, he felt totally open and Harvey’s thrusts felt deeper. He never stopped kissing him or stroking his hair, whispering a few appreciative, loving words in his ear, but it was all a fog for Tim. He just opened himself to his lover’s affection, enjoying his body... the way his muscles contracted underneath his fingers, the way his voice was so familiar but so new, the way his warm breaths became more laboured and uneven as he inched towards a climax.

“Ah, Freddy—“

“Tim,” he whispered, giving himself up, getting high on the reality of his existence.

“That’s right. I know you, Tim. I’ve gotcha...”

If he hadn’t already been spent, hearing his name on his lover’s tongue with such care and pleasure would have done it. Harvey sank into Tim’s raw body a few more times before he groaned hard against his neck, a few curses bleeding from his lips as his climax gripped him. Tim held him tight while he came, the man in his arms hardening all over, dick twitching deep inside, voice straining, until finally his entire body began to weaken and soften again.

Harvey’s chest was heaving against Tim’s, their hearts drumming violently against one another. He seemed to catch himself giving Tim his weight and unhooked his ankles from his shoulders, sitting back with a deep, cathartic sigh.

Tim just lay there, legs splayed open, half of Harvey’s softening cock still inside him, blood hot and alive in his veins. As Harvey’s soothing hands stroked his thighs and his chest, sliding through the come on his skin, Tim could barely move. He had just enough strength to slip the pillowcase off his pillow and toss it at Harvey. There was no way he was walking all the way to the shower now. He was done.

Harvey half-grinned at Tim’s laziness, or perhaps his thriftiness, and mopped up the fluid from his chest with the pillowcase. Tim lay there like a banana peel, limp and useless, letting him do everything. Then, with a steady hand on his hip, Harvey carefully withdrew and wiped the excess lube away from both of them, then dried his hands and unrolled the condom.

Tim’s body contracted a little when he was empty, but he could still feel the deep impression and the satisfactory ache that would be gone by morning. He gestured for Harvey to hand him the condom, then rolled over and dropped it into the waste bin by his bed. Then he took the damp pillowcase, gently dried Harvey’s cock with it, and tossed it into the same bin.

Tim relaxed onto his back and Harvey eased onto the bed next to him with a deep sigh. They were both still for a moment, the real question of what was supposed to happen next finally starting to sink in, but when Tim grazed his knuckles against Harvey’s ribs absent-mindedly, the man took his wrist and pulled him into an embrace. All consideration for the future disappeared.

Tim yawned against Harvey’s chest, a soothing hand in his hair stroking gently and an arm tightening around his waist. This felt normal. He knew what it felt like to be held by the man, regardless of whether or not they were usually naked while it was happening.

“Wanna stay over?” Tim offered, trying not to sound too hopeful.

Harvey sighed reluctantly. “Early call. I don’t think I’ll have much time to get to my place and back to set in the morning. I should probably go...”

Tim nodded, feeling a little foolish for asking. It was kinda inappropriate. He tried to peel himself off the man’s chest, but Harvey’s arm tightened around his waist, and the hand in his hair slipped down around the back of his neck.

“But Lawrence is on set tomorrow,” he amended, stroking Tim’s neck with his thumb. “So you and I can probably add four hours onto that call time.”

Tim closed his eyes, exhaled, and let the rise and fall of Harvey’s chest lull him to the edge of sleep. “I’m glad we had this talk.”

“Me too, kiddo.”


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Thanks for reading! I hope I posted this correctly, this thread is a little difficult to follow. Turns out that writing RPF just feels wrong and abusive so I won't be doing it again, but as an actor and a Reservoir Dogs fan, I saw this prompt and just couldn't help myself. Yay rimming. Yay identity issues. :)

Thank you so, so much! :D I'm really happy that you enjoyed, thanks for reading and making me feel better about abusing poor Tim and Harvey. Thanks for using the word "authenticity"!

Thank you so much for posting this awesome prompt and the kind, insightful comment! I'm really glad you liked it and that you looked beyond the rimming to the themes and issues and whatnot. :P