freakykat | FIC: Inspiration (RPF, Van/Jake)

Title: Inspiration
Author: Kat
Pairing: Van/Jake
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1,011
Beta: Shannon, cause she is awesome.
Summary: Sometimes what you need is a little inspiration...
Disclaimer: I don't know either Mr. Hansis or Mr. Silbermann. This is not true - to my knowledge. It is false. Fiction. Storytelling. Stop goggling yourselves.
Notes: Um...it's all Mayah and Moey's fault. I wasn't going to post but then I lost this bet...so yeah, lol. That is all.

Inspiration

“I owe you one.”

“I know how you can repay me.”

“And - how - I - fuck!”

“Cut!”

Van cringed at the irritation in Chris’s voice and bit back a retort when he heard, “Van, you need a few minutes to get it together?” He leaned his head up to give the booth a look and nodded, walking off set.

Eric gave him a sympathetic look as he passed him and Van gave him a thankful one in return.

“Fifteen minutes. Then back here.”

Everyone else dispersed and Van shouldered his way to his dressing room. It wasn’t that he didn’t know the line, it was that it was bullshit. The scene didn’t make any sense. He had to work to get to Luke in his scenes with Reid.

He had gotten fucking spoiled with Jake.

It was so damn easy.

Passing Jake’s “dressing room,” Van glanced at the door and stopped when he noticed it was slightly ajar. Even if it wasn’t officially Jake’s, Van knew that none of the staffer or interns let day players use the room. It was right next to Van’s. So, that made it Jake’s.

He grinned when he caught sight of Jake putting away some boxes in the small closet.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

Jake glanced back, returning Van’s grin and motioned to the papers strewn across the low table in the center of the room. “It’s quiet here. I needed to work on some kinks in the script.” He turned toward Van, crossing his arms and looking at him directly, “Is everything okay?”

Van shook his head. “I don’t know. I messed up the scene. A few times.”

Jake nodded, moving closer. “I saw.”

“You did?” Van gave him a curious look. “You watch a lot of my scenes, Silbermann?”

“I like to see brilliance at work.”

Van blushed, rolling his eyes, and without warning, he waved his script. “I just don’t get this. Why? Why the fuck would Luke even give this guy the time of day? I mean, what the hell? He’s the reason all the shit with Noah went down. It just - it doesn’t make any sense.”

Jake smirked, giving him Van his no shit look. “Well, yeah. It usually doesn’t. You just do what you do and turn that crap into fucking gold. That’s why they pay you the big bucks, Hansis.”

“I just - I can’t get comfortable. I mean, Eric is great but you - not you.”

Jake blinked, nodding. “Okay. Then, picture me.”

Van rolled his eyes. “You and Eric don’t exactly look alike.”

“Use your imagination.”

Van opened his mouth but snapped it shut as Jake sauntered - because that was the only fucking word - toward him. When he was craning up to look at him, Jake bent and kissed him hard. Van moaned when Jake sucked Van’s lower lip into his mouth, biting gently. He felt the wall slam against his back but it didn’t really register.

Jake’s mouth was a thing of fucking beauty. The first time Jake had kissed Van - not Noah kissing Luke - but just them - Jake and Van, he had been amazed at Jake’s god-given abilities to turn Van’s body into raw nerves and shuddering need with his mouth.

He breathed in deep, taking Jake’s scent and cataloguing it to use later. Van whined a little when the kiss ended but stopped the complaint his lips had been forming when Jake suddenly kneeled at Van’s feet, unbuttoning Van’s jeans and opening his zipper all in one quick move.

His hand reached inside, pulling Van’s already hard dick out, nudging his nose against it, taking the same deep breath Van just had and then his hot mouth took Van in to the hilt.

“Oh fuck…nnnnggghhhh….”

It was ridiculously stupid of them but so fucking hot that Van didn’t really give a shit. He leaned his head back, looking down at Jake through half-lidded eyes. His mouth wrapped around Van, head bobbing furiously, the moans emanating from him driving little shocks into Van’s cock. Van rolled his hips, making Jake choke for a moment but when he tried to pull away, Jake’s hands reached up and held him steady.

Teeth scraped gently, just this side of painful and Van groaned. He fucking loved when Jake did that. He gripped the back of Jake’s head, clutching handfuls of silky black hair and closing his fist tight, he pulled hard. Jake made a guttural noise at the back of throat that rippled up Van’s shaft and into his balls. He felt them tighten, the heat pooling at the base of his spine and he let loose, fucking into Jake’s mouth until he came with a loud moan. His knees nearly buckled and Van held on to Jake’s shoulders to keep himself steady.

Jake sucked Van dry, licking around the tip and base to make sure every drop was his. He leaned his head against Van’s hip, sighing out something Van recognized and he smoothed Jake’s hair back gently. After a long minute, Jake adjusted Van’s dick back into his pants, zipping and buttoning before standing up.

Van pulled him in for a kiss, licking at his own taste in Jake’s mouth. He pushed Jake back toward the couch, already fumbling for his belt buckle when the intercom boomed: “Van Hansis to stage two, please. Hansis to stage two.”

Jake took a step back and laughed when Van tried to follow.

“You need to go.”

Van stared pointedly at the bulge in Jake’s pants and raised an eyebrow. “I can’t leave you like that.”

Jake grinned at him. “And you won’t. Go finish the scene. Then, it’s lunch break.”

Van waggled his eyebrow, stomach flipping at the laugh Jake gave him and kissed once more, lingering at the end before he grabbed his crumpled script and walked back to set. He could smell Jake on him, felt him everywhere and Van smiled, Jake’s face in his mind as he took his place and the camera rolled.

End.