Breathless

17. Trailer Trashed

     "Sebastian," Chris purrs as he crawls over top of me and presses a kiss to my forehead.

I smile and nip at his jaw, murmuring softly, "Yes, Chris?"

"Keep the arm on," he tells me, his lips dancing over my skin.

A chill runs through me as we both scramble to get out of our skintight costumes. My thoughts race as we come back together, skin to skin.

"Oh, love," I muse as I settle my hands on his narrow hips. "That scene really had you going, didn't it?"

He purrs into my neck, breath hot against me as he says, "Those big ocean eyes of yours were like glass...and your hands...they were steady...all of it in despite of the fact that you really, truly wanted the set to be clear, for us to be alone in that moment. We can practice and pick staged fights, and we can be acting in front of an entire crew and all of the other cast members, and it doesn't matter. All you can focus on is me, and all I can focus on is you. We move together in perfect sync, dodging and swinging, hell, kissing and fucking too. But the way you were looking at me and moving with me on set...this time, love, it set something new on fire inside of me. I never considered the actual physical changes we both go through to become Steve and Bucky until they zipped me into your leather gear, and then everything changed for me, for us. Roles were reversed. I was acting as a ghost, and you were acting as an Avenger. It turned me on something sweet, and the moment your eyes met mine, when you tore that mask off, I wanted more. And, yes, of course, I did. I thought about letting you take me right then and there, in front of the cameras, our friends, everyone, anyone...because Jesus Christ, baby, you in control is one of the sexiest things I've ever experienced. And, well, I don't know where exactly I'm going with this, but I don't care. It's been too long. I need you. Please, take me, however you want. I've been going insane here, trying to keep myself together."

     He nuzzles into my neck even more, lips pressed to my skin. I take the opportunity to settle Chris back down, get him to focus, and even though delaying the quickly approaching moment brings me actual physical pain, I hold him tight and steady my breathing, hoping to calm him.

     I stroke his hair, saying tenderly, "Breathe for me, love."

Chris slides his arms under me and cradles my head in his hands. He takes a breath and hums happily, and then he goes right back to work with his lips, wearing me down so quickly that it feels like pure fantasy.

He presses gentle kisses to my jaw and my neck, humming softly, "Only for you."

Oh, sweetheart.

"Come here," I whisper as I slip my fingers under his chin and lean in to kiss him.

"Always," he whispers.

     I seal his lips with my own, moaning breathlessly as he tangles his fingers in my hair and playfully slips his tongue into my mouth, setting my body aflame. It happens so suddenly that my body shudders and my back arches, my hips grinding into his recklessly. He pries his lips from mine and chuckles, but just when I open my mouth to ask him to put me out of my misery and take me now, his lips zero in on the curve of my neck.

I hold onto him as tight as I can and for all that I'm worth. Stars fly through my mind.

Jesus, fuck.

His heated lips melt my skin and burn straight through to my nerves. I'm consumed in the flames of his touch, completely helpless to the intoxicating kiss of his lips and the adrenaline blazing through me.

I finally manage to speak, but my breathing is ragged, my eyes are rolled back, and I feel like I'm melting, so my words come out in a single rushed breath.

"Chris," I breathe, "I need you."

He hums inquisitively as he explores the pale planes of my skin, kissing, licking, and biting my bare flesh. It's almost too much to bear, but it doesn't matter. I'm in bed with my sweetheart, and his kisses feel like magic.

To hell with control.

I reach behind my head and expertly take his wrists in my hands before flipping him onto his back, straddling him, and pinning him down to the bed. He lights up, grinning up at me as his heart pounds in his chest. But, something's different. I can feel his heartbeat, feel the air sliding out of him, feel the velvet kiss of broken-in leather under my fingertips.

     Christopher Robert Evans.

     You kinky little fuck.

     I wrap two of my fingers around the slick silver ring and wrench him up to me, my lips just a breath away from his.

"You've been wearing it all day?" I ask, my voice so low that it comes out as a growl.

Goosebumps flash across his skin. He grins at me, eyes dark as the moment registers.

Chris knows exactly what he's doing to me.

It sends me into a wicked frenzy, fire surging across every single fiber of my being.

I release the ring attached to his black leather collar and move in on the tender flesh of his neck with my teeth. He rises like the tide to meet me, melting into the intoxicating solar flare of my bare teeth against his aching flesh. A moan rips through him, leaves him panting and begging for more, words running together in a blur of sound. I don't let up though, and I move down his chest, leaving vivid red violet bruises in my wake.

"Sebby," Chris breathes as I finally show him mercy, trading my teeth for my lips.

     I take his jaw in my hand as I look down at him, and he smiles up at me, well aware of the fact that I'm about to go a hundred different shades of crazy on his ass.

But I don't give him the satisfaction.

"Hands and knees," I bark as I leave the bed.

He blinks at me in shock.

"Seb?" He asks.

I fire a glare at him, saying lowly, "Hands and knees. Final warning."

His cheeks flush crimson, but he doesn't hesitate for a second, moving onto his hands and knees, lining up his shoulders with his hips as he takes a deep breath. I stand at the edge of the bed, arms crossed over my chest, waiting for him to settle.

When he opens his mouth to speak, I grab the ring on his collar. He snaps his mouth shut immediately. His cheeks flare crimson.

     "If you behave, I'll give you what you want," I tell him.

     Light fills his eyes.

    "Is that understood?" I ask.

     He smiles as he nods and says, "Yes, sir."

     I press a kiss to his forehead. He nearly folds like a house of cards.

     "Now, If you'll ask nicely, we can get started," I muse, running the fingers of my left hand through his hair.

     A purr hums through him and his voice softens as he says, "You're so fucking hot when you're like this."

     I smirk, "You've made me more than well aware, sweetheart."