sonora_coneja: (Liam and Brad)
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Pairing: Liam/Bradley
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Summary: A fill for this prompt over at the kink meme

I didn't want to prompt yet again but this...THIS http://www.imdb.de/media/rm3381757952/nm0177896 totally startled me and made me go mushy and weak and just DROOLING!!! And just...OMG!

oops anyway, anon, please write what comes to mind when you just LOOK at it.

This beauty paired up with Hannibal or Liam please. Maybe love at first sight. Maybe Liam is looking up Bradley when he reads his name as the man playing Face. Finding THIS, being completely shellshocked.

or could be movie!verse too. Hannibal keeping this pic in his wallet when he's away or something along those lines. Fantasizing about his boy. (Could be either established relationship or first time, doesn't matter)

Fluffy, romantic stuff. (even though we have that a lot already ;) *puppy dog eyes*


Bradley catches Liam looking at a photo of him online. Sex ensues.



This is pathetic, Liam tells himself for the hundredth time as he goes to his bookmarks. Pathetic and sad. The kind of pathetic that teenage girls engage in. And it makes him feel kind of dirty.

He’s already seen it, tasted it, had it, up close and personal. About a week ago, when Bradley needed all that reassurance about how he was playing Face, and one thing just led to another. Had that warm, willing body arching up into his, those little breathy pleas for more.

Just delicious.

But Bradley’s been a little stand-offish since then. Or perhaps not stand-offish, persay, but definitely a little more withdrawn. Less... open. Which could be strange, given his initial enthusiasm. Lad’s first go ‘round with another man. He’s bound to need some time to sort things out in his head over it.

Liam’s willing to wait for that. He’s already been waiting this long.

But it doesn’t make these evenings any easier to get through. He keeps having all these irrational, greedy thoughts. Thoughts about that beautiful American underneath him again, but properly this time, slowly exploring each other’s bodies, pulling one another higher and higher, making it all last as long as possible, holding him on the edge until everything’s melted away but the need...

So instead of that, he has to satisfy himself with scrolling through the lad’s IMDB page, checking out all those lovely, lovely photos.

The Irishman scrolls idly, until he lands on the one he loves the most. It’s a simple thing, one of those shots they make you get for things like this, fan recognition and so on. Plain background, steady lighting, nothing dramatic about the setting at all. Brad’s in a subdued black suit, white shirt, and a few locks of that gorgeous caramel-colored hair are just touching his forehead. Stubble, a remarkably candid expression... It’s almost how he looked the other night right before Liam took him for the first time, right before, a little confused, a little unsure whether to smile or frown, sweet without meaning to be.

Clean. Beautiful.

Liam’s looked at this photo quite often. It was one of the first he pulled up, back when he first got the script and had to call his agent about some of the other actors being considered for the project. Who would play that Murdock character to the degree it needed to be played. Who could actually intimidate as BA. Who could manage both the physicality and sensuality and subtle vulnerability that Face’s character seemed to demand.

Bradley Cooper, his agent had laughed for the last one. At least, that’s who they want right now. He’s the next big thing. You should see this boy, Liam...

Liam had had to look him up. The references, some TV show, Alias, those movies, Wedding Crashers, The Hangover, he didn’t know off the top of his head. So, IMDB it was, like some kind of damn fangirl stalker, and there that photo was. And right then and there, Liam knew, just knew, that he was lost.

Something about the lad. There was something about him...

The door to his trailer bangs out, snapping him out of his reverie, and Liam looks up into that face, those eyes, not staring back at him from the computer screen this time, oh hell no, but right there and smiling at him. For him. All for him, right here.

“Uhh, Liam?” that handsome younger actor asks, a hint of nervousness under that casual stance of his. He looks tired. He’s still got that thigh holster on, and that means he must have been running through those shooting drills again. He does seem to love them so. “Liam, you mind if I...”

“No, please,” Liam says, and Bradley slides in right in next to him almost before he can shut the screen down on his laptop. His heart’s hammering, worried Brad saw.

But, thank the lord, the lad appears to have other things on his mind.

“So, uhh, Liam, about the other week...” and he stops, scratching his neck a little. “I was, err, I was thinking about it and...

And shit, here it comes. The back-pedaling. Well, at least he’s got his photos.

“It’s no worry, Bradley,” Liam says, trying to sound like it really is no big issue. “If you didn’t like it, you didn’t like it.”

“Didn’t... didn’t like it?” the younger man asks, incredulous, and Liam’s suddenly wrapped up from behind in a big bear hug, Bradley leaning down at must surely be an awkward angle for it. “I... well, it did hurt a little, but...”

Liam doesn’t quite know what to say. “That’s usually the way it goes, lad. A little different when you’re on the receiving end, isn’t it?”

“Oh, totally!” It’s just a little too fast. And Bradley squirms just a little. “I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?”

“No, no, of course not. Just... checking the movie news.”

“Ohh! Anything good?”

“No, nothing really, nothing too interesting yet,” Liam says, and sets the laptop aside. He stands, goes over to his mini-fridge, wondering if there’s anything in here that might salvage the evening. If Bradley’s really pissed at him for the whole deflowering thing. “You want a beer or something?”

“No, I’m...” and Bradley doesn’t so much stop talking as he does fade out, like there’s something else he’s...

Oh, no.

“Hey, Liam, mm, what is...”

And Liam’s right there, slamming the laptop shut again. Bradley’s wide-eyed and confused, a little concerned, and something else is right under...

“Was that my page?”

“... yes, Bradley, yes, that was your page.”

The younger man’s watching him, sprawled back on the sofa now, and dammit it, why does he have to look so fucking edible right now? After the lad’s just caught him with his pants down, as it were? “You were... you were looking me up?”

Liam bites his lip. He can’t deny it. “Yes.”

“Why?”

Bradley’s not pulling away, though. Not yelling or leaving or angry. He actually looks... intrigued. Like he really needs the answer to this. Like he really wants to know.

So Liam takes a little bit of a chance and smirks and gets real close. Very, very close. “Because you’re irresistable, lad. One of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever known,” he murmurs, right against the American’s cheek. “I can’t look at you enough.”

This look of relief washes over that handsome face. But still, Liam’s not really expecting it, when Bradley explodes off the tiny little sofa and captures his mouth with his own. The kiss is hot and searing and far, far too brief, but Bradley’s still panting when he breaks loose, one hand wrapped around Liam’s waist, pressing up against him, his own erection hard against Liam’s own.

“You really mean that?”

“Absolutely.”

Bradley puts both his hands on Liam’s chest and smiles a little, that lower lip caught in his teeth. “Really?”

“Truly, Bradley.”

That smiles grows wider, and then before Liam can register what’s going on, the American actor’s dropping down and fumbling with Liam’s belt.

“Bradley, lad, you don’t have to...”

Those blue eyes, so much more vibrant, so much more everything, about them in real life than in the digital photograph online, snap up to meet his. “I want to.”

“Why?” he gasps, as one clever hand dips in to stroke him lightly.

“I want, Liam,” he says plaintively, and yanks Liam’s pants down. The older man groans as his erection springs free. “And you...”

“I want you, too, Bradley,” he grunts and is rewarded with another dazzling smile, right before the lad’s knees hit the floor and one hand tightens down around Liam’s hips. One fists the Irishman’s aroused cock, and Liam gasps in surprise at the first flick of tongue over the head, around, before pulling him just a little ways into that perfect mouth.

Liam lets loose a less than dominate groan at that, the light sucking, and the pull-off that follows. He considers telling the lad not to worry about it, that they can just...

And then Bradley licks up the underside of his cock, tongue chasing the throbbing vein there even as one sweet hand comes around to cup his balls, rolling softly, and any thoughts of this stopping can piss off.

Liam grabs at the lad’s shoulders, breathing hard as he’s licked and sucked and licked again, trying not to vocalize how damn good this feels, doesn’t want to be overheard at all, but the younger man clearly has other ideas.

Because Bradley draws him in deeper, bolder, this time and fucking moans, sending delicious vibrations through Liam’s entire body. Not all the way in, of course, the lad still a novice at this, no matter how enthusiastic he is, but so far, so good... and Bradley sucks harder. Tongue flicking. Hand squeezing Liam’s balls, stroking down his thigh, back up to his balls, up under his shirt to ghost over abs. It's taking all of Liam’s self control not to start thrusting into that wonderful heat enveloping him, holding him, drawing him in...

It’s almost too much to take, really. And then it is, those blue eyes, those beautiful, dreamy eyes, flicking up to meet his, and Liam’s utterly, utterly lost.

The last coherent thought that registers through Liam’s brain, right as his knees buckle, just a little and his hands dig into the younger man’s hair, is how in the hell the lad got this good at sucking cock.

The shudders flow from his body, his climax coming on hard and fast, into that willing mouth, too fast, really. And then Bradley’s grinning up at him, smiling, on his knees, a damp patch clearly spreading through his own battered cargos, a little bit of Liam’s own cum dribbling from the edge of his mouth.

The older man can’t hold back the groan at the sight.

“Awesome,” Bradley says, tired, happy, poking at his jaw, which has to be sore at this point, “because there are all sorts of things I... I want...”

“That you what, lad?” he growls, watching a fresh shiver run through the lad. He’s running on adrenalin and possibly sugar, but there’s something underneath all of it. Something that wants, no, needs, desperately, and Liam vows right then and there to be the one to give it to him.

“There are all sorts of things I want you to do to me,” he admits in a near-whisper. “Want to do with you.”

“Hmm,” Liam replies, pulling his lover up by the hand, holding him close, shaky from his own orgasm, and isn’t it lovely? Bradley coming just from this, not even touched. Liam thumbs that white spill off his lips with a soft thumb and brings it to his own mouth.

Bradley’s eyes go wide, watching him lick his own cum off his own finger.

“Is that so, lad? You want me to do things to you?” he murmurs and presses an open palm against Bradley’s spent cock

“Yes, fuck, Liam, please...”

He presses a little harder, and the American whimpers. The older actor does have a sneaking suspicion that Sharlto or maybe Patrick - probably Patrick, actually - might be behind this skillful little display, but he doesn’t care. Doesn’t care at all.

If Bradley’s going to be experimenting with anyone from now on, goddamn it, it’s going to be him.

“Where would you like to start?” he purrs.

And those blue eyes get even wider.
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