Too Hot To Handle

Title: Too Hot To Handle
Pairing: William Beckett/Damian Kulash
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Originally written for the challenge comm rounds_of_kink.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own William Beckett or Damian Kulash (but if they were a real couple, I'd love to be a fly on the wall of their bedroom). Please do not sue.


It was hot. Too hot. Too damn hot to be wearing clothes, William Beckett told himself, grasping the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it up over his head. So what if he was in a hotel waiting for his boyfriend to finish with the interview he'd headed off to that morning? It wasn't like any fangirls were going to storm into a private hotel room. Nobody would be coming in here but the maids, and they wouldn't come in if he was here, anyway.

He checked his watch for what seemed like the thousandth time that day, frowning petulantly as he looked at it. Five minutes later than the last time he'd checked it. Damn. Damn. He was so fucking tired of sitting around in hotel rooms! This was worse than when his own band was on tour. At least then he had something to do instead of just .... waiting.

Will stretched out on the bed, leaning back against the pillows and sighing. Damian was taking a long time getting back from that interview -- they'd only had to do one today, hadn't they? He frowned, searching his memory for what his boyfriend had told him before he'd left that morning, with Will still half-asleep in bed. Yeah, they'd definitely only had one interview. It must be turning into a damned long one.

It was still too hot. Will sighed again, this time with annoyance. He was used to having to stay in hotels that were less than four-star when The Academy Is... toured, and definitely used to living in the tour bus -- where they'd invariably have a broken air conditioner in the hottest months of summer. But broken air conditioners in hotel rooms? That should be illegal, he thought, pushing his hands through his long hair.

Oh, what the hell. Will reached for the button and zipper on his jeans, sliding them down his long legs and kicking them to the ground. It wasn't like Damian hadn't seen him naked before, he thought with a smirk, stretching out on the bed again. And this would give him a little surprise when he finally did get back from that interview. A pleasant one.

Could he hear footsteps coming down the hall? Will's smirk grew bigger when he heard the key in the lock, his eyes going towards the door. Damian was going to get a surprise, all right. It wasn't often that he got a chance to accompany his boyfriend on tour, and he got even less of a chance to greet him at the door in the nude.

The door swung open, and Damian bounded through with a smile on his face. He stopped abruptly when he saw Will, his eyes widening along with the smile. Will wanted to laugh when he saw the look on his boyfriend's face; Damian looked somewhere between delighted, confused, and about-to-pass-out.

"I sure didn't expect this," Damian murmured as he approached the bed and leaned over it to brush his lips against the younger man's shoulder. "What gave you this idea, hmmm?"

"It's so hot," Will complained, laying back and shaking his hair out across the pillows. "And I think the air conditioner's broken. It's on full blast -- but there's no air coming in here. I feel like I've crawled into an oven."

Damian wanted to laugh; Will's lower lip was jutting out in the most adorable, irresistible pout he'd ever seen. He hadn't been able to resist that pout, not since the day they'd met at one of TAI's shows. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off the young vocalist during the show, and at the aftershow party, he and Will had gravitated towards each other as if there wasn't anybody else in the room.

"You could always take a cold shower," he said, straightening up and fumbling with his own shirt. If Will was going to lounge around in the nude, then there was no reason that he couldn't do it himself. And it was hot, too hot to be sitting here sweating when they could be a lot more comfortable with their clothes off.

"A cold shower? Are you kidding? You know I don't like dealing with shrinkage." Was he imagining it, or was there a hint of laughter behind Will's words? Damian looked over at his boyfriend as he was removing his jeans, the hint of a smile on his own lips. Yes, that was definitely one of those devilish looks growing on Will's face. What was he up to?

"You might want to give me a reason to take a shower," he said, turning onto his side and stretching out on the bed. Damian couldn't take his eyes off that body, that perfect body that had burned itself into his mind's eye from the first time he'd seen Will naked. "After all, I need some motivation to get up and do something when it's this hot."

"Yeah? What kind of motivation?" Damian couldn't help laughing as he said the words; he wasn't sure what Will had in that devious little mind of his, but whatever it was, he'd play along. It wasn't often that he had his boyfriend to himself when they were on the road, and even less often that Will could actually go on tour with him. He was going to grab any chance he could get to be with his significant other while he had it.

"This kind." Will was up off the bed in a flash, moving towards Damian and wrapping his arms around the other man's waist. "We can always work up a sweat -- and then we'll have good reason to take a shower. Together," he purred, nuzzling against Damian's neck.

"Only you would think of having sex in this kind of heat," Damian laughed, sliding his own arms around Will's slender waist. His boyfriend was so thin, he thought, almost painfully so. It never failed to amaze him that Will could eat like a horse and never seem to gain an ounce of weight. Too thin, a voice in the back of his mind screamed. He's probably throwing up every day, when he knows you're not around to do anything about it.

Damian pushed those thoughts firmly away, refusing to let anything unpleasant cloud the time he had with Will. He didn't even know for sure if he was dealing with something that serious, and now wasn't the time to address his suspicions. "I think we could manage that," he said softly, twining his fingers through Will's long hair and pulling his head back, sharp teeth nipping at the exposed column of his throat.

Will moved backwards, pulling Damian along with him, until he was pressed against the wall of their hotel room, only a few inches away from the window. "Now," he demanded, looping his arms around Damian's neck. "Here."

The older man looked surprised at his young lover's words; Will wasn't usually the experimental type, even though he'd been loosening up a lot lately and agreeing to make love in some fairly exotic places. Okay, maybe the back of the tour bus wasn't all that exotic, Damian amended, but he'd never had sex there before, so it was a new thing to him.

But up against the wall -- that was something different. Not that he hadn't done it before with other people, but he'd had a hard time convincing Will to have sex standing up. Maybe it was an uncomfortable angle for him; Damian didn't know why he was always so reluctant about it. But now, he was taking the lead, for once, and Damian wasn't going to turn him down. Not when he was so obviously willing and ready.

He grabbed Will's shoulders, turning his boyfriend around and pressing him up against the wall without a word. Leaning close, he pressed his body against Will's, moving a hand down that smooth back, over the rounded curve of Will's ass. Damian pressed his mouth to his boyfriend's ear, nibbling at the sensitive lobe, his words murmured and barely audible.

"Is this what you want, baby? Hmmm?" He wasn't all that keen on taking Will when he couldn't see that gorgeous face, but if this was what he wanted, it was what he'd get. He'd long ago learned the consequences of making his boyfriend unhappy; Will could sulk and pout for days if he didn't get what he wanted, and Damian was more than a little susceptible to Will's moods. Besides, he hated to disappoint his lover.

Will struggled to turn around, shaking his head and glancing back at Damian. "It's not what I had in mind, but it'll do for now," he said, gasping as Damian ran a finger down the cleft of his ass. "But if you keep doing that, I'll say yes to anything you want to do."

Damian let his hands move down Will's hips, over his thighs, as he knelt behind his boyfriend and looked up at him with a smirk. "Just lean against the wall and close your eyes. First you get what I want. Then .... you can get what you want. Give and take, remember. My turn to give first."

"No problem," Will gasped, a shiver going through his body when Damian pushed his legs apart, those warm fingers stroking over his balls. He gasped again when he felt his boyfriend's tongue on his skin, probing at his entrance, those gentle hands pushing his thighs further apart. He moaned and spread his legs, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall for support.

He hadn't intended to rim Will -- but there was no way he was going to get up and go search in his suitcase for the lube. It would kill the mood, and Damian had long since learned that when Will was in this kind of mood, the best thing to do was to go with it and worry about any consequences later.

Will squirmed and groaned when Damian's tongue pushed inside him, one hand clutching at the window frame, the nails of his other hand scraping against the wall. This never failed to turn him on, no matter when or where Damian did it. None of his former boyfriends had been into doing this, but Damian didn't seem to be against anything when it came to sex -- as long as he was the top, which suited Will just fine.

Damian kept up what he was doing, pushing his tongue deeper inside Will until the younger man was pushing his ass back and whimpering each time that warm, wet tongue entered him. He could tell when his young lover was at the edge; keeping his hands on Will's hips, he pulled back and stood up, turning his boyfriend around to face him and running a hand down the front of Will's body to grasp his cock.

"This isn't going to get much attention," he said softly, before moving both hands to Will's ass, raising his eyebrows in silent question. Will's eyes were locked on his face, his mouth slightly open, his breath coming in panting gasps. Damian hoped he knew what was expected of him; he didn't want to have to spell it out.

He pushed Will back against the wall at the same time that he lifted his boyfriend off the ground, the muscles in his arms straining. Will was light, but it still wasn't easy for someone as thin as Damian to lift someone. But Will was helping him, wrapping his long legs around Damian's waist, locking his ankles behind his back and winding thin arms around his neck.

Now for the hardest part. Damian's fingers parted Will's cheeks as best he could, thrusting his hips forward and hoping that this wasn't going to hurt Will too much. He could feel the head of his cock pressing against the tight, puckered hole, hear Will's whimper and feel his muscles tighten in protest. He let the younger man's body slip down a little, at the same time that he pushed his hips up again.

Will cried out when he slid down onto Damian's cock, his legs squeezing around his lover's waist with enough force to take Damian's breath away. His large dark eyes locked on Damian's, their depths smoldering with a look the other man had never seen before.

Damian wasn't thinking of the look in Will's eyes, however. All he could concentrate on was how exquisitely tight his boyfriend was around his cock, how Will's body felt in his arms, how his muscles trembled with the effort of both thrusting into Will and holding him up against the wall at the same time. The thought that Will's back would be bruised by the time they were done was floating around somewhere in the back of his mind, swirling around with a dozen other thoughts, none of which he could manage to put into words at the moment.

Will's head fell back against the wall, hitting with a solid thunk. But he didn't notice; all of his concentration was focused on the feel of Damian's cock inside him, the heat between their bodies, the orgasm that he knew was going to explode over him in just a few seconds. He was too turned on for this to last long, and he hoped Damian would forgive him for coming almost as soon as they'd gotten started.

Damian's eyes were locked on Will's face, that beautiful face that he could never get enough of. He'd stay awake at night just so he could watch Will sleeping, drinking in the sight of that face and marveling at the fact that this beautiful boy had chosen him to be with. Of all the men he could have had, he'd chosen some tall, skinny guy ten years older than him who'd never considered himself good-looking in the least.

His own orgasm was building up in the pit of his stomach, threatening to crest and come crashing down all too soon. It was impossible to hold himself back; with a groan, Damian let his head fall forward against Will's shoulder, thrusting into that thin body one last time before letting himself go with a soft cry, a cry that he didn't realize was his boyfriend's name.

Will had cried out at almost he same time, coming seconds after Damian, slumping into his arms and almost not caring if his boyfriend let him fall to the floor in the aftermath of their passion. But Damian didn't let him go; his arms and legs tightened around his boyfriend, his eyes meeting Damian's, his smile tired now rather than playful.

"Wow. Just .... wow." He couldn't say anything else; there was no other word in his limited vocabulary of the moment to describe how he felt. "In-fucking-credible."

Damian slowly let himself slip out of Will, reluctant to break their contact but knowing he had to. He released his grip, lowering his boyfriend to the floor, waiting until he was sure Will was steady on his feet before pulling away slightly. He slid one arm around his young lover's waist, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"I think it's time we had that shower," he murmured, pulling Will close against him in spite of the heat of the room. "Who knows, we might even manage to make it twice in one day against the wall. That'd be a record for us."

"Last one to the shower gives the first blow job tonight." Will scampered out of his arms and ran towards the bathroom, giggling when he reached the door and looked back at Damian with a saucy grin.

"Looks like I'm the one giving out blow jobs tonight," Damian mock-grumbled when he reached the bathroom door, pulling it closed behind him.

"And you know neither of us would have it any other way," Will whispered, locking his arms around Damian's neck and forgetting all about the shower as his boyfriend's lips met his.