What? They've acted in OTHER things?!

[hhanon]

So, you may be aware that some cast members of HH have acted in other things.  Give their profession, this is understandable.

This post is for those who would like to prompt/fic about the other things the guys/girls have been in, without mixing it up with HH-related/non-crossover fic on the other posts.


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FILL: A Growing Situation, Chris/Tim, NC-17 [2B/2]

[(Anonymous)]

…Though Tim could probably cope with more than that, really, judging by the speed with which he acts after they break for air. In one smooth movement his trousers, simple things appropriate for lounging around in, are dropping down his thighs along with his underwear. He wriggles in them, reaches down to pull them fully off – but is soon stopped by a firm hand, a pin back to the wall that sends him groaning again.

Tim’s fingers inside him, just as big as he was expecting(-slash-dreaming about), are a wonderfully cold and slick surprise. He cries out, a helpless sound, and finds Tim’s swiftly freed shoulder presented to him as a welcome offering. It tastes sweaty when he bites into it: sweaty and hot and glorious and he’s really not sure why he didn’t come up with his plan sooner if this is the result.

Tim presses another finger up into him, another…

And then draws back, just a little, to undo his own jeans. To slide them a little down his legs so that he can fumble with his boxers and reveal his cock hard and ready… And he will admit, just briefly, that his mouth goes a little dry at the sight – that his fingers wriggle and his wrist slips out from where it’s still being hold and he darts forwards to take that wonderful thing, as far as you can describe a cock as wonderful (he’ll make many exceptions for Tim), into his hand.

“Fuck…”

He laughs, just softly, deftly rubs his thumb over the head and arches forwards a little to see how they’ll feel brushing together…

“Chris, stay” …But then his wrists are being pressed back into the wall, and Tim is staring at him so firmly that his knees may melt a little and his eyelashes may flutter just a bit and, okay, he can obey just this once, “please?”

…Just this once, “okay.”

Probably.

As Tim swiftly, and with a few groans that go straight to his already hard cock, slicks himself up, and smoothly lifts his long legs around those lovely hips, and firmly positions himself in a way that has his head thudding back against the wall and a strangled noise bursting free from his throat before he can quite restrain it.

“Chris-?”

“Just move,” he hisses, and futilely tries to thrust himself down with every muscle that he has-