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Simon Stunt Coordinator Au Pt. 7

Finally fixed it so now it's italicized and bolded to proper context.

Also fair warning: there's a reason it's marked as mature, skip the whole thing if you don't want to read anything like that

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The ceiling in Colt’s trailer was nice. Really nice actually. Weirdly nice.

He can only imagine how important he is to this production that they got him a trailer with wood grained ceilings and inlaid warm lights.

It didn’t smell like sweat and some cologne he’s worn since he was a teenager, which he knows his brother now wears because he has sprayed it all over himself and Grace got caught a few times in the spray back. He wonders if Jody even likes the smell. He can’t imagine it being good when he sprays it all over himself like that.

Don’t do it.

Then again, she continued to suffer through his presence, so either it’s not that bad or she’s down just as bad for his twin as Colt is for the camera operator.

He wonders how much a trailer like this costs. Probably a lot, but maybe if he looks for a cheaper one it might be a better alternative to his one bedroom apartment that drains the cost of most of his food budget.

Then again, the budget mostly goes towards school supplies and clothes for school, but he tends to use things till they’re ruined so it’s still a little ridiculous that it eats up his paycheck. But maybe a trailer that he can move around would be a little better? Basically an apartment but way cheaper.

Don’t do it.

Oh, wait, then he’s gotta get a vehicle to drive it. And after his last car accident he didn’t even like driving compacts because it freaked him out. No way would he be able to drive around a big friggin’ truck and a trailer on it. It would take up too much lane space and he’d run over curbs for sure.

He could probably just get a spot to part it and leave it there, but then he has to pay all those land taxes and rental for the space and god knows those can get crazy. And he doesn’t want to be that guy, but the trailer parks in San Fran aren’t that great. The only good ones are luxury and double the price of the rent he pays now-

Yeah, maybe he’ll just stick to what he’s got going on. He’s surviving. Would probably be surviving better if he didn’t eat out for breakfast every day.

For the love of god, don’t do it. Do anything else, just don’t come.

A hum and pat to his thigh has him nervously looking down, forcing on a breathless and nervous smile.

Oh, okay. He remembers why he was looking at the ceiling now.

His cock throbbed in the heated space, silken and wet and so wonderfully tight he might die. Or even stupider, punch the dresser beside him and break his hand when his insurance is absolute crap.

Simon pulled off carefully, his mouth coming off Grace’s dick almost as good as when he’d swallowed it down in the first place. Only his pretty lips were redder from working god tier magic, cheeks obviously sore from hollowing out, and there was a haziness in his eyes that Grace knew well himself. Again, he went for his PhD. God knows how much dick he went through in attempts to speed run destressing in the maybe nine hours of non studying he got a week.

But Simon was just- on another level.

The man kneeling between his legs took a steading breath, licking his wet lips with his flesh hand moving from Grace’s thigh to hold the base of his cock. Nearly purple at the head and harder than it’s ever been in his life. He’s pretty sure he could go toe to toe with a table saw. He might not walk away intact in any shape or form but he’d certainly do some damage back.

“You good?” Simon asked after a swallow, his own glasses hooked in the front of his shirt, his hair still tied back, but more than just a few pieces falling out of the dinky bun.

Painfully, he looked down right ethereal between the spread of Grace’s legs, which were propped out to accommodate wide shoulders and leaning most of his weight into his back and shoulders on the wall.

Simon was already a pretty handsome guy. So looking cock drunk like this was not necessary. Absolutely brutal where he was sitting back on his heels, pretty and comfortable.

Grace nodded with a wide forced smile.

"That's not an answer.”

“If you even breathe I’m gonna come.”

When Simon asked if he had the time, he assumed that meant coffee. Dinner. Maybe a walk around the studio lot. What that really meant was tugging Grace into Colt’s abandoned trailer and Simon shoving him against a wall to drop to his knees and suck him off like he makes a living off it. And he really could. Like really.

Simon laughed a little, eyes crinkling in a cute way and lips thinning around the flash of his teeth, their pretty red shade much more noticeable now, stretched around a smile rather than Grace’s dick.

“I’m pretty sure that’s the idea.”

“Me coming from your breath?”

The pinch against his thigh makes his dick twitch equally as hard as the little crunch of Simon’s nose. “Don’t be a brat,” Simon muttered, leaning back in to kiss open mouth against the underside of his cockhead, seeming to remember what he was doing with a pinch of his brows and pulling back again. “I can stop if you don’t-”

“I try not to be like Colt, but I will make it everyone’s problem if you stop,” Grace panted. “Uh- on my accord. Not on yours. If you wanna stop-”

“I don’t know how me sucking the life outta your dick sent the wrong message, but I’m not gonna stop if you’re not,” Simon said, leaning forward more, back arched in a greedy slope that let Grace see the shape of his ass in his pants and his face as he kissed further down the side of his member. “So you can kill the engine in your brain.” He teased, nuzzling his nose against the side of it. “You can come.”

“God please do not say that.”

Which only made Simon laugh more, humming as he nipped at the skin of Grace’s abdomen, leaving small marks around his happy trail that bloomed red with a purple undertone. He was so pretty. So pretty.

“You’re so pretty.”

Okay, yeah, sure. Just say it out loud. Don’t consult your filter or anything first.

Simon tilted his chin to rest on Grace’s pelvis, biting his lip with a grin, his adams apple pressing into pale skin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Grace breathes out with a matching dopey smile.

“You wanna fuck my pretty face?”

Grace’s head slammed back against the wall, eyes screwed tight and hands cooing up to wipe over his red face. “Jiminey- You’re evil.”

Simon clicked his tongue, giving him a mockingly bitter look. “And here I thought I was being an angel. This is the thanks I get for going down on you?” He pouted, turning his head and using his hand to lift Grace’s cock up, gathering spit to drool over the cock head before fisting over it and spreading it down with a dizzy twist of his wrist.

Grace’s knees quivered, hips bucking up only slightly, much to Simon’s apparent amusement as he pulled his head back to sloppily make out with the slit, tonguing it and kissing with enough teeth to make Grace claw at the wall.

“Simon- Simon,” He warned, the pit in his stomach roiling, his knee flinching up nearing his edge. He managed to fist his hand in Simon’s hair under the bun and tug him back, the unexpected pop off from the seal of his lips was so tight and good that he briefly thought he had finished then and there, only after he settled from the trembling in his thighs had still felt the heavy ache of his balls and intense need in his lower back that he realized he hadn’t embarrassed himself quite yet. “Jesus.”

Simon’s eyes simmered with a hunger Grace knew well in his past self, but also hints of annoyance stirred into inky, brown depths. Like his coffee before the cream, after the sugar. Hot enough to warm his insides, to burn his tongue only a little.

“Do you have something against finishing or do you just like tormenting me?”

In all honesty, Grace didn’t know entirely why he wasn’t just letting him go to town on him and finish him off. Maybe it was the fact that it would end so soon. That he wouldn't get more of it. Or maybe the coming after a two minute blow job and embarrassing himself part is what kept him.

“Grace,” Simon started again, grabbing his attention with an irritated forward in his brow. “I don’t know what kind of awakening your struggling with but my break is only forty minutes-”

“Right yeah, sorry, continue.” He said with the same smile on, letting his head hit the wall behind him and staring back up at the ceiling. It was a few quiet minutes of nothing, Grace glancing back down a few times to flash a tighter smile when he caught Simon’s eye and looked back up, simply waiting.

But the scoff the kneeling man let off made him flinch and look back down, a sneer like twitch marring Simon’s mouth. “Okay. I’m over it,” He said snappily, pushing up from his knees to Grace's surprise and standing while brushing off his pants harshly.

“You- What-”

“I’m not gonna force you to take some head,” Simon hissed, eyes narrowed at him. “Like hell I’m gonna kneel here and try to give you something you don’t want-”

“No no no no no no,” Grace started quickly, arms scooping around Simon's waist, tanner hand shoving them away, but the arms not easily deterred from pulling the man in, who was scowling in a way less towards annoyance and more towards the defensive. “Sweetheart, you’re so good.”

“Don’t coddle me-”

“I’m not! I swear I’m not,” Grace defended, trying to look Simon in his face when the man had turned his side to Grace's chest, looking away with what he could only certainly say was a scowlful pout. Serious in the way embarrassment was serious to someone unused to it. “Your mouth was so good, Sweetpea. God I thought I was gonna make myself look stupid if I came too soon.”

“Why would I suck your dick if I didn’t want you to come-”

“Why do people make fun of small dicks when they were the ones trying to see them!” Grace countered, his face pinching a little. “I know that’s not the most sound logic, but you’ve apparently sucked me stupid, so.. That’s kinda your fault.”

Simon let out a huffy sound, his side profile staring off to the wall with pinched brows. He wasn’t actively pulling away anymore, and he was so handsome, he got on his knees almost immediately to suck Grace off, surely he wouldn't be offended by a kiss, right?

Grace tilted his head forward a bit, nose nudged at Simon’s cheek, enough to get the shorter’s attention, his own head turning to the side a bit, noticing Grace’s focused gaze on his lips. He wasn’t exactly being subtle. A puff of air leaving Simon’s nose, his own eyes flickering over Grace’s lips.

So he was a little brave, and could feel the little Colt shaped devil on his shoulder cheering, as he tilted his head to the side, leaning in and catching Simon’s lips with his own.

They were way softer than he imagined, but he’d seen the man nervously picking the skin off his lips more than enough times. So he should’ve figured. And he could taste his own musk on his tongue, groaning at the flavor of it mixed with some obnoxious mint flavor that would usually make him sick. But it just tasted right on Simon, who pressed so close into him that it forced him back into the wall. A flesh hand rucking up through the back of his hair.

The press of Simon’s hips into his cock was delicious and a little painful. The scratch of his joggers and hip harness rough against his skin. His tongue was dizzying enough to ignore it, mostly. Enough to cow him as Simon tugged him back from the wall and turned him towards the bed, unlocking their lips to shove him back.

“You smoke?”

“Wha?” Grace panted, eyes having been locked down on Simon’s hips when the man started taking off the hip harness and pulled his low tops off, allowing the teacher to kick off his jeans and underwear, propped himself up on his elbows to see.

“Cigarettes. Do you smoke them?”

“Oh- Curds, yeah, sorry. Only on occasion,"

He had snuck off before taking the kids out to their parents to smoke an emergency one he had in his bag. In an old Altoid tin that smelled like skunk and used to hold different smokables, but he had cut down on those too.

He had been trying to break the habit, but he thinks one was warranted today. With the way things were going right now, he probably should’ve saved it for after.

“Don’t be,” Simon insisted, kneeling over Grace's legs till he straddled his hips. “It’s hot. Never would’ve guessed you of all people, though.” He whispered, leaning forward on his hand and prosthetic to balance him. Nipping at Grace’s lip when he got close enough and tugging him in to kiss again, humming softly when hands squeezed his waist.

Simon laid forward onto Grace, crushing him down into the mattress, hips grinding against his own, and pulling a shuddering breath out of him, leaning forward when Simon pulled back a hair to disconnect their lips.

“You don’t actually wear this kind of stuff, do you?” Simon asked, nipping his cheek while his flesh had dragged down Grace’s chest, catching under the hem of it and pushing it up to his collar bone. “This is way too sexy for a middle school.”

Grace let out a puff of hair against Simon’s hair line. “You’re one to talk. Half your tits out, walking around with tight friggin’ pants all the time, and that stupid hip harness. Can’t belive HR let’s you get away with this nonesense.” He muttered, his own hands sliding down to cup a firm ass.

Simon laughs against his neck, snorting as he pushes back up onto his hands. “That’d require someone to complain about it.”

“I would complain,” Grace deadpans. “I would one hundred percent complain if I had to do my job with you walking around like this. I’m half tempted to complain right now.”

Simon scrunched his nose down at the man, before leaning his weight onto his knees and sitting up, thumbs hooking in the waist bad of his joggers. He tugged them down by the back first, getting them under his ass as he toed off his own shoes, then pulling the front down and over his knees to kick them away-

Grace flipped his head back into the bed so hard he felt a twinge of pain at the base of his skull, like whiplash, squeezing his eyes shut and slapping his palms into his eyes, his face going so hot. “No no no no, please don’t do this- don’t do this to me.” He begged, whinely and cracking like a mutt, unwilling to reimagine what he’d seen.

“You’re acting like I’m killing you,” Simon said, the smirk visible in his voice as Grace felt him shift on top of him, settling himself on top of Grace’s hips, both his hands settling on the taller's chest, the flesh one tracing up further under his shirt before it started tugging to undo his red tie.

“You are killing me!” He yelled out, removing his hands from his eyes to half glare at Simon’s pleased smirk, immediately regretting it when his eyes trained down to his groin and the pretty fucking green jock strap that-

He slammed his head back into the bed again, palms back to his eyes as he whined while kicking his feet. “I thought we were going to have lunch!”

“It’s too late for lunch, Baby.” Simon said gently, pulling off his tie, but rubbing his hand over Grace’s shoulder. “But we can get something to eat later. Or we can just stop and go eat now. You’re fighting me a little bit. You’re giving me a lot of ‘no’s here.” He soothed, running his fingers through Grace’s hair. “I don’t mind just having dinner.”

“No no no,” Grace muttered, shaking his head beneath his hands. “You see what I mean?” Simon laughed a little, untangling a hand from one of Grace’s eyes to loop his fingers with, staring down at the taller man, calm and sweet.

“Can you say ‘Ripcord’ for me?”

Grace’s face pinched a little in confusion, his other hand pulling a bit up from his other eye.

“R..Ripcord?”

“Safeword,” Simon said, poking his finger into Grace’s chest, his own finger still tangled with them. “That’s it. Ripcord. Now do you want to get something to eat? Or will you let me fuck you? I’ve been thinking about it all day, Baby.”

An exciting thrill going up Grace’s spine at the idea of getting a taste of the incredibly hot man on top of him that he’s been mildly thrusting over for the past few weeks. And he might be his brother’s ex-boyfriend, but that’s not a deterrent of any kind. Most of the people who had been interested in him had been with Colt first. But to be fair, Grace didn’t really make his own friend until he started going after his PhD, so it was only the people Colt hung around.

He never actually dated anyone besides Linda, and she was the exception, since she never even knew Colt.

“Gracie,”

Oh, right. Object of all his desires talking.

“Yes! Sorry, yes.” he said a little calmer the second time, mentally cruising himself for seeming so friggin’ eager. And yeah, he was, and insanely hard under Simon's hips, but that didn’t seem super sexy. “I’m here. I would like sex.”

Oh yeah, cause that’s way sexy too.

But the stifled laugh that wrinkles the corners of Simon’s eyes isn’t mocking. It’s soft, like he's trying not to. Fond. Gentle. He understands why Colt dated him. On several different levels besides just being competent and smart all the friggin’ time. Grace wonders if he can see him like this outside of the studio some time. He bets the man tells the best, stupidest jokes. Bets he knows so many weird little facts. Bets he laughs the same way he did as a kid and never grew out of.

“Sex is coming,” Simon assured him with a crooked smile, patting the center of Grace’s chest twice before holding up a finger. “Stay. Okay?” Grace only trusts himself to nod, awkwardly lacing his fingers and folding them over his chest, like he was making himself comfortable. Which only makes Simon’s eyes crinkle a little more, moving a knee from Grace’s left side and crawling over to the side of the bed, reaching down off the bed to grab his backpack. Grace only looked over moderately as something to do, and he was curious, and it was the biggest mistake he’s ever made, seeing the curve of Simon's back and remembering in that moment that Jock straps did nothing to cover your back side. To which he immediately locked onto the ceiling above him again.

Oh, are those little star stickers that glow in the dark? Grace used to put those on the bottom part of their bunk beds when he and Colt were kids. That’s adorable. And it almost makes his lip pop out with fondness. Then reminds him that he’s definitely about to have sex with his brother’s ex on his bed at his place of work.

Is this morally wrong? Socially? He’s done worse in college, but he blames all that on a deadly mix of drugs, liquor, and intense stress, so he pretends that part of his life was out of his control.

Simon was soon back over top of him, a small nondescript squeeze bottle in hand and a condom between his ring and pinkie finger. He looked so handsome, smiling down at Grace and he set the things beside Grace’s head, pushing up on his knees and tugging down his jock strap, slipping it down his legs to kick off. And Jock Straps didn’t hide much. And Simon had been obviously hard, so the size wasn’t a surprise. But it was. God it was a surprise.

“You’ve gotta be joking,” Grace whispered, shaking his head, eyes honed down on the cock resting against his own stomach, because god forbid the thing be too long and heavy to stand up when it’s hard. And it is. Painfully if it’s near purple head had anything to say about it. It was maybe a little shorter than his own, but Jesus, Grace’s was nowhere near that thick. “You put that inside of people? There’s no way.” Simon snorted in the back of his throat, tearing open the condom and pulling it from its packaging.

“There’s a way. People shove their whole forearms inside other people. I think taking a dick is more than plausible.”

“Well, whoever’s been telling you that has been lying to you, and not your friend.”

Simon smiled slightly, leaning down with a humm, pecking Grace’s bottom lip. “You don’t have to worry about that sweetheart.”

“I don’t?” Grace asked, popping his head up again from where he had let it lay beach, before feeling the telltale warmth of a hand on his own cock, rubbed carefully rolling down his shaft-

“Oh.”

“Is that okay?”

“Are you okay with me finishing in two minutes?”

Simon rolled his eyes a little, sitting back up on his heels and grabbing the lube, arching his back forward and looking back, squeezing some of the clear gel on the tip of Grace’s cock before tossing the bottle over by the pillow, grabbing the base of Grace’s dick to line up.

And the sight was so pretty that he all but forgot the idea of prep and stretching until he thought of getting his fingers inside of Simon and suddenly he wanted it more than air.

“Wait wait wait-” The older man rushed softly, gripping wide hips as he felt his cock press against Simon’s entrance. “Stretch- Lemme finger you. S’gonna hurt.”

He’s so excited to do it- to get the chance to make Simon feel good- curl his fingers and watch him bounce on long digits at just the pace he likes- that Grace doesn't even really register him pressing down till the head of his cock is gliding in with little to no resistance.

When he does though, his head is knocking back into the bed, barely stifling a groan that would definitely be too loud as Simon keeps pressing down and down and down-

“Fuck. And you were complaining about my dick? Chrsit, yours never ends.” Simon pants, flesh hands feeling out and bracing on the knees of one of Grace’s legs popped up on the bed, rocking his hips down little by little after getting three quarters of it in, like he hadn’t expected to reach that far. “Shit- I couldn’t have fingered this deep if I tried. He one-ufh- fucking day I don’t bring my douche and you just had to going around looking this sexy, huh?”

“Holy mack-” Grace shuddered, hand now clamping down on Simon’s hips when he forced his way down again, surprising them both when he finally seated, the man on top laughing out a breathless sound.

“You’re so lucky I know how to clean without one- fuck you’re right there baby,”

“Where?” Grace asked stupidly, brows pushed up and really only using half his brain.

He got nothing in response, just Simon rolling his hips and feeling that violent flare of pleasure licking up his spine and down his legs. His body arching inwards at the nearly painful throb of ecstasy and fingers digging into meaty hips.

“Hang on baby, hang on,” Simon whispered, adjusting his knees and the angle of his hips, pausing to shiver and rock only a little bit before settling his hands on Grace’s chest, the prosthetic one a little cooler and harder against his chest, but he didn’t care besides that.

What he really cared about was Simon’s gentle rocking, the look on his face. Eyes closed and face pinched gently, lips slightly parted and abs flexing. Did it hurt to look that gorgeous? Hurt to feel as good as he looked like it felt?

“Oh fuck,” Simon whispered, low and to himself, knees spreading further apart and tilting his hips again before raising up and lowering back down. And the electric shock it sent through both of them was vile. Both bowing and groaning low sounds, Grace's nails leaving divots in Simon’s skin and Simon’s leaving white marks on his chest.

They were small movements, nothing than taking an inch and a half out and dropping it back in, but god it felt like heaven. And Simon’s bounces found a gentle consistency that forced a grunt out of Grace with every breath.

Grace felt like his hips were being bounced into the mattress, like it if wasn’t thereand he was simpy on the floor, it’d probably fuck up his back pretty good. Thankfully, they were on a bed, and thankfully, Simon looked like a fucking god.

Whining softly to himself, hands together over Grace’s chest while his cock leaked against Grace's stomach, probably matting the hair on his stomach with his precum.

“You’re so pretty,” The teacher whispered, staring up at the other man as his hands held under Simon's ribs, pleasure coiling in his stomach way too soon for how long he’d like this to last. Wanted to let the man bounce on his cock till his knees gave out. Wanted to fuck up into him and let hm go bonless on top of him. Or fuck him into the bed with his knees hooked into his elbows so he could watch him cry with his head tossed back-

“Please please please-” Simon whined quietly, his flesh hand reaching down, gripping Grace’s and hurriedly pushing it against his own chest, holding it there till the man on his back got the message, both hands sliding up muscles skin and over his pecs, squeezing selfishly at the giving skin. “Ah, shit-”

Grace managed to get a foot planted on the bed, pressing his hips up when SImon came back down, and the man froze, choking on his own breath and his hand latching onto Grace’ forearm tightly, eyes flicking back into his head briefly as he rocked down.

“There you go,” Grace breathed out, moving his right hand form Simon’s pec to hold the back of his ribs, pulling his hips back against and fucking up once more. “That's it, Sugar.”

“Oh my god,” Simon whined, trying to bounce back against but staggered and unrythmed Grace’s thrusting up, his heavy cock throbbing and giving a valiant twitch that made it outlook like ti was trying to stand against it’s own weight, and fuck Grace wanted to stroke it till this pretty thing came all over his stomach but Simon had an open hand and hadn’t even touched it once. “Right there, right there-”

Grace’s back flared in warning, his thighs shaking a bit to corroborate it.

“That feels so good, doesn’t it, Sweetheart?” Grace whispered, watching Simon scramble for better footing and a batter place to brace his hand against, his chest heaving and flushing down his neck. He looked so out of sorts, unlike Grace had ever known him to be. Usually so put together in knowing what to do, or figuring out how to do it. Watching him flail was unfamiliar, but so fucking hot. “I know, Honey. You’re doing so well-”

“Wait– wait wait wait-” Simon suddenly whined, his flesh hand slapping at Grace’s hand. His hips shuttering and flexing unfamiliarly.

“What baby? What’s wrong?” Grace prodded, not stopping even as Simon’s hand clamped down against his shoulder, back arching in at a pretty curve as his mouth dropped open letting out a loud, sweet sound that only made Grace thrust up harder.

“Hold on- please please wait-”

“What do you need to wait for? You feel so good, don’t you Simon? You don’t have to wait for anything, baby.”

“No no no-”

Grace laughed out a breath, stomach coiling tighter and tighter-

“You know what to say if you want me to stop, honey,” he reminded the other man. “Otherwise, you go on ahead and show me how pretty you look when you come on my cock, alright?”

“Grace– fuhg–Grace-” “I’m right here, Angel,” He hushed, taking Simon's hand and pressing it to his mouth, kissing and nipping at the back of his hand. “C'mon. You can come for me, can't you? Just like that, Simon. You're so good for me-”

“Holy shit- Holy shit–!”

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