many...many years ago i saw a tumblr post (? i think tumblr) about angels having horns that break when they become demons and young me thought it was the coolest concept and have always wanted to use it,,,,
me. a person that doesn't know shit about i.wtv;; look at that. i guess rockstar lestat was canon all along, and here I thought it was something people had made up...
Can someone just fuck already!?! Could you write me a dirty one shot or something? Anything? The slow burn is nice but I'm needy for some filth. I have to know what your smut is like!
Uh... OOPS? But, yeah, you're right about the slow burn. "Far Away From L.A." isn't really catering to those readers looking for instant gratification, is it? Am I driving you guys crazy? My bad. Hmmm... I wonder what I could do to remedy the situation that I seem to have created here? How about a lil' blond Dylan gettin' some filming trailer action during the NY heatwave? 😈
Enjoy!
- Trashy
Authors Note: Established relationship with a girl named Rachael. There is also now a Part 2 because of Dylgenerate anons ;)
Cooler 'Heads' Prevail
It's hot. It's so god damn hot. Why is it so fucking hot? Hasn't the summer had enough yet? Hasn't it had its fun with him yet? New York rarely saw a heatwave like this, not this close to the end of August at least. And it wasn't that he hated the heat as a rule, but it was miserable filming in 100-degree temperatures with nothing but a tiny fan to cool you down.
Dylan sat slouched on the small couch in his trailer with his legs spread wide and his head resting against the window. He was only partially dressed in his next wardrobe because if he had to put on one more article of clothing he was sure he'd spontaneously combust. He was wearing only a white ribbed tank, a pair of boxer briefs, and a hat he'd been using to fan himself off and on.
He groaned as he rubbed his sweat-beaded forehead before he was startled upright by the opening of his trailer door.
"Oh," he flopped back into his relaxed posture. "Hey, babe."
"You alright?" Rachael asked, closing the door behind her.
"No," he whined, rubbing his thumb and forefinger in his eyes. "It's so fucking miserable today I'd like to cease to exist for a few hours."
"Oh. Is it hot?"
Dylan looked up at her, his expression the definition of unimpressed.
"I hadn't noticed." She set the small lunch cooler she'd been holding down on the table beside him.
"Seriously, Rach...I'm so not in the mood for teasing," he said in heat-addled exasperation.
"Huh," she mused, clicking open the cooler and pulling out a ziplock baggy full of ice cubes. "That's really too bad."
Dylan's head popped up from the back of the couch, watching her as she slowly unzipped the seal.
She plucked out a single ice cube and ran it slowly across her lower lip before she sucked it gently into her mouth and pulled it back out with a pop.
Dylan swallowed around the sizable lump in his throat as she slid it down over her chin and along the length of her neck and her right clavicle before letting it rest there for a moment in the dip of her throat.
Rachael's eyes were locked on his, dark and mischievous.
Dylan's tongue flicked out to wet his lips and he shimmied back on the couch enough to sit up a little straighter, watching the long, cool bead of melt-water run over her skin and disappear into her cleavage. He groaned, rubbing his hand over the erection that was starting to tent his boxers.
"Mmm," Rachael hummed, pulling her lower lip between her teeth and closing her eyes. "Feels good."
Dylan shot up from the couch.
Rachael smiled, taking a small step back as she looked him up and down. "I thought you wanted to be left alone?" she teased before she pressed the cube harder to her skin until the last of it melted.
"Forget what I said! I'm an idiot, and that was before all the..." he gestured at her wildly, his eyes roaming up and down her body, "sexy ice shit started."
Rachael blushed, but when Dylan tensed to move toward her, she reached out and gently shoved him backward until he flopped down on the couch with a huff.
While he watched her slowly step toward him and kneel down, the racing beat of his heart pounded in his ears.
"Take that off," she said, pointing to his shirt. "And that fucking Yankees hat too."
"Done!" Dylan grinned and ripped off his shirt, the hat toppling to the floor when he pulled the fabric up and over his head. He tossed it unceremoniously into the corner of the trailer.
Rachael smiled and inched forward until she was pressed against the edge of the couch, nestled between his spread thighs. She set the bag of ice cubes next to her on the floor, but not before she took another one out and popped it into her mouth.
Dylan tensed as she leaned forward over his body, letting out a tiny hiss when she let a few cold drops of water fall from her lips onto his stomach.
She looked up at him through her lashes before she lowered herself until her lips were pressed to the skin just above his navel.
Dylan's lips quivered as he looked down his body at her, his jaw falling slack when she opened her mouth over his skin, letting the ice cube glide across a long strip of his toned abs.
"Oh...that feels..." It was a relief and torture at the same time. The cool water sent a chill down his spine, but now he was hot under the collar for an entirely different reason.
Rachael held the ice cube between her teeth and trailed it across the seams of his abs and up into the start of the dip between his pecs just beneath his patch of chest hair, letting the melt collect in his belly button before she sucked it out.
"Holy shit," Dylan whispered, his hand shaking as he reached up to run his fingers through her hair.
"See," she smiled, looking up at him as she reached down for another cube, "teasing's not all bad." She sealed more ice in her mouth and then closed her lips around one of his nipples.
"Oh my God—" he practically choked at the feeling of her hot tongue and the cold ice swirling around his sensitive skin. He was fully hard now, pressing into her stomach as she leaned over him.
When Rachael was satisfied—and his nipple was hard enough to cut glass—she switched to the other side, eliciting a nearly identical response.
Dylan's hips bucked up reflexively when she hummed against his skin. He groaned when she pressed back down against him.
She pulled back and grabbed another cube, holding it in her fingers this time as she rose up a bit more on her knees so she could press a kiss to the side of his neck.
Dylan tipped his head to give her access to more of the skin he was happy to have her tease with her mouth. He sighed out a long breath when she kissed up to the juncture of his jawline before reaching up and pressing the ice cube in her hand to his lips.
"Your turn," she whispered in his ear.
His eyes fluttered in lust and he sat up a bit as he parted his lips and let her fingers slide between them. The ice was melting quickly in the heat of his mouth, so he didn't waste any time in cupping her head in his hand and pulling her into a bruising kiss.
The ice cube had cooled his tongue and it felt incredible to have her warmer one slide along his. They passed the cube back and forth until it melted down their chins, leaving their lips slick and cool.
"That feel good?" he asked, nudging her nose with his before he mouthed along her jaw and pressed an open mouth kiss to the side of her throat.
She groaned, leaning into him, nodding against his buzzcut.
His hand snaked up under her tank top and ghosted across her ribs, sliding up the length of her back as his other cupped her ass. He nibbled and sucked at the skin where her neck sloped into her shoulder.
She moaned into his hair as he tried to lift her into his lap, but she resisted.
He pulled back from the place where he'd left a red welt. "What's wrong?" he asked, holding her to his chest, nosing at her jaw.
"My ice is melting," she said, grabbing his head to point his eyes at the little puddle on the floor that was forming under the baggy.
He turned back to her. "And?" he breathed against her lips.
When he nipped at her lip to pull her into another kiss, she backed off. "Now, now." She pressed her index finger to his pouted lips. "I have plans." She pried herself out of his grasp and got back down on her knees, her hands trailing down his body until her fingers were looped in the waistband of his boxers.
"I like these plans," he winked, lifting his ass from the couch so she could slide them off.
She threw them aside and grinned as his erection sprung free and laid against his stomach, but when he reached up to wrap his fist around it, she batted him away. "Nuh, uh," she reprimanded.
"Damn, woman." He shook his hand in surprise.
"No touching." She leaned over and grabbed two of the half-melted cubes. "That's mine." She stuck out her tongue and placed them on it before closing her mouth. She took him in her hand and gave him one long, lazy stroke before she brought his slick tip to her lips—rubbing his pre-cum across her them—before she took him in her mouth.
Dylan's head fell back and he shuddered at the shock of the freezing ice sliding along his length, her hot tongue a stark contrast. He wasn't trying to fuck into her mouth, but he couldn't help the single thrust that jolted his hips.
She pressed down on his thighs, holding him still as she turned her head and swirled her tongue around his swollen head, letting the last of the ice in her mouth melt and dribble out of her mouth along the thick vein that along the underside of his length to its base.
"Jesus. Fucking. Christ."
She smiled around him and then took him deep into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks around him as he cupped the back of her head in his hand, his fingers carding into her hair for grip. Her hands glided up his bare hips, her fingertips pressing into his v-lines.
He grunted as he bottomed out in her mouth, chewing at his lip until he tasted a hint of copper. The drag of her still-cold teeth where the thickness of him stretched her mouth further than she could really take, had him reeling, staving off the release he could feel building so he could have her like this a little longer.
Her hand slipped away from his hip and covered his hand in her hair, pressing her head down along with him.
It was all the permission he really needed. He knew what she wanted. He held her head between his hands and let himself go, thrusting into her mouth the way he knew she liked when she was in a mood to please.
Her throat gave in to him every time he was on the deep end of a thrust until he fucked in deeper than he ever had and it constricted around him. The sensation pulled a loud moan from his lips as he began thrusting his hips even faster, trying not to make her gag, but knowing she'd stop him if it was too much.
His panted breath and her soft groans filled the trailer as he chased down the orgasm he'd just been trying to delay. "Fuck!" he called out, his hands grasping desperately in her hair as he filled her mouth.
She took her time as he came down from his high, swallowing around his still pulsing length. She held him in her mouth, gently sucking on him until he began to soften.
He ran his palm over her hair, holding a few strands between his fingers, looking down at her as she pulled away with a final lap of her tongue.
"Wow," he said, his cheeks rounded over a wide smile.
"Still hot?" she asked, resting her cheek on his thigh.
"Oh Yeah."
"Oh." She sounded disappointed.
He leaned forward and pulled her to his chest, flipping them around until she was laying under him on the couch. "I just don't care anymore." He dipped down, kissing up her neck until he had her mouth trapped under his.
She giggled under him as his greedy hands pawed at her shirt, pulling it up over her head so he could cup her through her bra. He left a trail of wet kisses down the skin of her chest to her waist, his fingers unfastening the button of her shorts.
"What are you doing?"
Dylan leaned over her and grabbed one of the last few cubes of ice from the baggy. "I'm returning the favour," he said with a flash of his brows and a smirk.
