RPS fic: Politics

[thebratqueen]

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Politics
by TBQ

They're inside of David's trailer. Alexis hasn't been there since telling David about the engagement. Or, more accurately to the way Alexis's mind classifies it, since the day David shoved him up against the counter and made Alexis so hard that there had been a very real likelihood that David's trailer would have gotten to watch Alexis masturbate long before David himself was given the opportunity.

There's no shoving at the moment, though. Alexis occasionally thinks that there's something wrong about that, but currently he's too busy talking and pacing back and forth in the few feet of space that David's trailer has for any kind of moving around to allow his thoughts to linger too long on the absolute certainty that if David started pushing him there would be no chance whatsoever that Alexis would push back.

David, for his part, is sprawled on the couch.

"What *is* this?" Alexis asks him. It's the third or fourth time he's volleyed the question. So far none of the answers are working for him. It's like wanting to know what a freckle is and getting speeches on melanin when really all that was needed was some comment about it being a mark and possibly a reassurance that it was in no way cancerous.

"You want something?" David asks, too friendly for the words to be a double entendre. "Coffee? Smoke?"

"I've given up cigarettes," Alexis tells him, though he feels certain he could finish off a pack right then and there and still be ready for more.

David keeps going. "Water? Pot?"

"Oh yes, let's bring *drugs* into this," Alexis says. "It's the only thing that's missing in this complete Hollywood cliché that my life has become. In fact, why don't we skip over all of this and go straight for whatever's going to be sending me into rehab? What is that, these days? I assume cocaine isn't considered sexy anymore."

"You know pot won't kill you nearly as bad as smoking," David points out.

Alexis sighs. He leans against the countertop, six inches from where David could have taken him if he wanted. "I know."

"Not saying you *have* to have a joint."

"I know."

"Just saying if you need it," David finishes.

"Do I *really* strike you as someone who's going to be dealing with this conversation better if he's stoned?" Alexis asks.

David considers it, then grins his perfect grin. "No."

Alexis folds his arms. He twists around, putting his ass against the counter and yes, by God, he's *going* to get a fetish for olive green Formica or linoleum or whatever the Hell it is that they make countertops out of because his cock is already stirring awake and the only contact that's happened so far is between him and the possibly made of plastic interior design.

"What *is* this?" Alexis asks again.

"Would you like a beer?" David offers.

"God *yes*," Alexis agrees.

David doesn't even have to stand up to open the refrigerator and retrieve a couple of bottles. He opens them before offering one out to Alexis.

Alexis takes several long swallows. He ponders the aftertaste before adding a few more swallows to the mix.

"What *is* this?" he asks yet again.

"I had no idea you were this wound up," David says. He's the picture of comfort. His arms are spread over the back of the couch, his legs drawn apart enough to leave plenty of room for either the tripod that is his cock or simply for the Holy Spirit. "It's kind of cute."

"I'm *very* wound up," Alexis says. "I am *extraordinarily* wound up. Compared to *normal* people I'm wound up. Compared to *you*... I actually don't even have a metaphor."

David drinks from his bottle. "That's kind of a turn-on."

"Stop that right now," Alexis points at him, jabbing his finger towards every place of distraction. "You do not get to sit there, like *that*, be *that* way, dress like *that*, and put flirting on top of it."

David looks down at himself. He's out of costume, which means he's currently wearing worn jeans and a red shirt with pink polka-dots. "Dress like what?"

"Like *you*," Alexis says.

"Unless somebody's giving me a paycheck, that's pretty much the *only* person I dress like."

"Yes, and it's distracting," Alexis tells him. "I'm trying to have a conversation and the entire time my mind is telling me I could be on my knees and unbuttoning that shirt."

David's mouth quirks in a smile. "Really?"

"With my *teeth*," Alexis confirms.

"And the thing that's stopping you is...?"

"What *is* this?"

David sits forward. "I'm not trying to freak you out."

"Freaked was several sessions of your tongue in my mouth ago," Alexis says. Then, "God, I'm even starting to talk like you."

"I'm not into badness," David says. "If there's a vibe here, or a breeze blowing the wrong way, then we don't have to do it."

"I know," Alexis says.

"I'm not trying to make you a Lifetime movie of the week," David says.

"Which is good as I've no desire to suddenly grow a vagina," Alexis replies.

"I do want to fuck you though," David says.

"That's not helping me think," Alexis says, "but thank you."

"What's to think about?" David asks.

"What *is* - "

"Okay, that, all right," David says. He shrugs. "What's it need to be?"

Alexis runs a hand through his hair. "I don't know. I've never done this before. I don't *do* this. What is it *supposed* to be?"

"Whatever we want," David says.

"I don't know what I want," Alexis tells him. "Yes, you naked and God if I don't find out what your cock feels like by the end of this I think I'm going to have to quit or go insane but *beyond* that - " Alexis squares his shoulders. "David, if this is you taking a star perk then tell me. I won't be angry. I just need to know."

David holds up a hand. "For the record? That question nearly pissed me off."

Alexis sees that he's serious. "I'm sorry."

"I'm only telling you because I think you know I don't normally get mad," David says.

"What's that moment in cartoons?" Alexis asks. He gestures at his face. "There'd be a donkey head right about here now, wouldn't there?"

David laughs. "You're not a jackass."

"For what it's worth I never believed all the rumors were true," Alexis says.

"Some of them are," David says. "I have *slept* with people, but it's not a star trip thing. I do it because I like them."

Alexis feels a tightness in his chest. "Are there many?"

David shakes his head. "Some. Not many. And the only person I'm fucking right now is Jamie."

Alexis tells himself he doesn't want to know the answer to this question. He asks it anyway. "Am I the only person *besides* Jamie that you'd like to fuck right now?"

David nods. "Yep."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep."

"Because you and Stephanie - "

"Just a rumor."

"And that girl - "

"Claire."

"Claire, in set design."

"Just friends."

"And you and Vincent?"

David laughs outright at that one. "Taken."

Alexis blinks. "What?"

"Taken," David repeats. "By a cast member whose carpets don't match his curtains."

Alexis frowns at that. "Who on our cast - "

"The *other* cast."

"The - " Alexis's mind turns several times before he guesses the name. "*Really*?"

"Yep."

"I wouldn't have thought him to be James's type."

"Pretty sure neither did James," David says.

"Nobody else?" Alexis asks.

"I don't fuck my way around the set," David says.

Alexis sits down at the tiny table that passes for a dining room. If he reached out one hand he could run it along the inside of David's left thigh. "I don't either."

"Didn't think you did," David says.

"David, I'm *engaged*," Alexis says. "I'm in love with Alyson. I don't want to break up with her."

"Good thing," David says. "I don't think you should either."

"So you're married, I'm going to be married, and we're going to fuck one another," Alexis says.

David takes a swallow of his beer. "Pretty much."

"I don't *do* this," Alexis says.

"Nobody's saying you have to," David assures him.

Alexis faces him. He puts a hand on David's knee, making the desire a real and palpable thing between them. "I *want* to."

David studies him. "Alex, don't take this the wrong way - hit me right in the face if you want - but don't you and Aly... you know, share the wealth?"

It's several moments before Alexis realizes what David's talking about. "I - how did you *know?*"

David shrugs. "I hear things."

"It's not the same," Alexis says.

"Why?"

"That's threesomes," Alexis says.

"And this is?"

"I want you to myself."

The words sit between them for several heartbeats.

"Well," David says, in his philosophical manner, "think that answers part of your question."

Alexis groans. He puts a hand to his eyes. Then, finding that it doesn't sufficiently blind him, he presses both hands in.

"What's wrong?" David asks.

"I grew up in the Reagan era, you do *realize* that, right?"

David's laughing again. That warm chuckle that Alexis only now realizes has always made him very weak in the knees and hard in the dick. "*What?*"

Alexis drops his hands down to the table. "The Reagan era, David. I'm a product of it."

David seems to be going along for the sake of going along. "Okay."

"*You*, on the other hand, are Clinton," Alexis says.

"I don't know what you're getting off the internet these days," David says, "but I'm not *that* much younger than you."

"Doesn't matter," Alexis says.

"Because I'm Clinton," David says.

"Right."

"And you're Reagan."

"Correct."

"Alex, are you trying to tell me you're a Republican?"

"No," Alexis says. He shakes himself. "God no. I mean in *morality*."

David shifts his weight. He's slumped over onto his left side, his arm resting against the table. "You have Reagan morals."

"*Yes*," Alexis says, glad this is getting across.

"You know, you *are* starting to talk like me."

"Just say no," Alexis says. "Denial. Obligations. Being mature enough to recognize that simply because we *want* to do something doesn't mean that we *should*."

"Yeah, okay," David nods. "That's very 80s flashback. I'm with you so far."

Alexis waves a hand in David's direction. "It's okay as long as you didn't inhale. It all depends on your definition of what the word 'is' is. If it feels good, do it."

"Pretty sure that last one was the 60s."

"Same idea," Alexis says.

"Might have been the 70s."

"Whatever."

"Also if you don't actually *inhale* the pot you're kind of wasting your time," David says.

"I'm talking about the *concept*, David."

"And I don't want to *is* you so much as *fuck* you," David continues. He's got the smile going again. "Kiss you too, because you're pretty good at that."

Alexis rubs his temples. "Don't distract me with the idea of sucking your tongue down my throat."

"Because you're Reagan."

"Yes."

"Which means only one relationship at a time."

"*Yes*."

"Didn't you spend like half your life in England?"

"That doesn't help nearly as much as you think it would," Alexis says.

"We could just be friends," David says.

Alexis gets up. He slides himself onto David's lap. He grabs David by his soft, post-shooting washed hair and kisses him. It's not nearly as suave as he'd like. Their noses crush together. Their teeth occasionally bump. But it's his mouth and David's mouth and that's all that's needed to get his cock sitting up and going yes, please.

"I want to be fucked by you so badly I'm finding it hard to sleep," Alexis tells him.

"I don't want to screw up your life," David says. His hand is on the small of Alexis's back. It's firm and steady, holding him so he won't fall onto the floor. "I'm not going to do this if it screws up your life."

"I don't know what it's going to do," Alexis says. He's never purposefully been this close to David before. He finds himself memorizing the details. "But I want it. Whatever this is, I want it."

David's brown eyes study him. "Sure?"

Alexis nods. His heart is thundering, but he knows he'd be lying if he said anything but "Yes."

David answers with another kiss. Only this time there's more touching. David's free hand on his chest, a sure thumb flicking across Alexis's nipples, his other hand moving down and cupping Alexis by the ass and rocking him forward until -

"Holy - " Alexis gasps, swallows, struggles for breath. "David, I - "

"Not here," David says.

Alexis hears the proverbial record needle scratch across his libido's LP. "What?"

"Not here," David repeats. He kisses the side of Alexis's face. "This isn't a star fuck. We're not sneaking it in between takes. Besides, I gotta pick up Jaden from a play date."

Alexis tries to revive his shorted-out brain. "I - when?"

"Not sure yet," David admits. He moves a hand up, caressing Alexis's neck. "I'll think of something."

"Aly's going to be home soon," Alexis warns him.

"I'll bear it in mind," David promises.

They kiss again. It's still warm, but without urgency. Alexis clings to him anyway, not wanting to lose the reality of what he's committed himself too.

They detangle. David deposits him onto the couch as he stands up, gathers his things to go.

Alexis thinks that maybe he can be bolder now, admit what he's feeling. "I still want you to grope me on the set."

"Was planning on it," David says. He fixes his hair in a mirror. "You ever gonna show me that removing my shirt with your teeth thing?"

Alexis slumps down. He mimics David's broad-armed, spread-legged pose. "Was planning on it."

David grins. "I'll get us something. Promise."

"Soon," Alexis reminds him.

"Soon," David agrees. He comes over. Bends down for another wet, open-mouthed kiss. "Trust me, you're not the only one losing sleep."

It's Alexis's turn to grin at that, and this time David's trailer *does* enjoy the view.