forgive my mouth

Title: Cock Slut
Author: Spikedluv
Fandom: Make Me a Supermodel
Rating: NC17/Slash
Pairing: Perry/Casey
Length: 3025 words
Spoilers: First season.
Summary: Perry learns something new about Casey.
Notes: Written for the sixth fest at smallfandomfest for the prompt: Perry/Casey, cock slut.
Feedback: Would be appreciated.
Disclaimer: The usual; not mine, not real. I know that Perry and Casey aren’t really having sex. Damn it. *g*
Written: December 7, 2009

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Casey was a slut for Perry’s cock, but that wasn’t the only reason Perry liked him. In fact, Perry and Casey had become friends long before Perry discovered that Casey liked cock, especially Perry’s cock.

Casey was a little bit shy until he got to know you, and he knew how to be quiet. Sometimes Perry needed the silence so he could hear himself think.

Once Casey became comfortable, his personality bubbled over. He always managed to smile, even after a rough day, and though Perry wore a facade of confidence bordering on arrogance, Casey’s smile was often the pick me up Perry needed.

A lot of the other models thought that Casey was a follower and that Perry manipulated him into submission. What they didn’t understand was that Casey got Perry, and was eager to take part in the shenanigans they got up to, and sometimes even suggested them. After being away from family and friends for weeks, Perry needed that.

So, yeah, at first, Perry didn’t have a clue.

~*~*~*~

A couple weeks into the three months that Perry expected to be there, they were alone in their room one morning. Casey’s eyes dropped and lingered on the hard line of Perry’s morning wood beneath the sheet before he whispered, “I can help you with that, if you want.”

Perry could tell that Casey regretted the offer as soon as the words left his mouth. Not because he hadn’t meant it, but because he wasn’t sure how Perry would react. The last thing Perry wanted was Casey to be nervous or afraid (plus he hadn’t had sex with anything more than his hand since they’d gotten there), so he stretched one arm above his head and shoved the sheet down with the other, and said, “Okay.”

It didn’t mean anything, Perry told himself as Casey slid out of his bed and went to his knees beside Perry’s. Just one friend helping another out.

Perry still didn’t figure it out even though he caught Casey staring at his groin more than once, and despite the second, third and fourth times Casey offered to help him out. The fact that Casey was so damned good at it should have been a clue. The way that he held Perry in his hand, gazing at him almost reverently before taking the first lick, should have been another.

Perry assured himself that no man would have been able to think clearly with all the blood rushing to his cock, or with Casey’s warm, wet mouth surrounding it.

The first time Perry actually caught a hint they were in the shower, warm spray hitting Perry’s back and shoulders as he looked down at Casey, on his knees at Perry’s feet, mouth stretched wide round Perry’s cock, eye lashes brushing his cheeks as he closed his eyes and sucked.

It felt so damned good, and the fact that anyone could have walked in on them at any moment made it even more exciting. Perry pushed his fingers through Casey’s wet hair and moaned, “That feels so good. Love your mouth. You love sucking my cock, don’t you?”

Perry wasn’t sure where those dirty words came from, but Casey just hummed his agreement around Perry, and Perry lost it at the delicious vibration. He held Casey’s head by the hair and drove his cock into Casey’s mouth until he came and came down his throat. Casey swallowed it all, and then licked Perry’s cock clean before lapping the come off his own chin.

It took a few days before the niggling tickle at the back of his brain actually formed itself into anything resembling a thought, but when it did, everything else twisted into place. The looks. The offers. Not merely one friend helping out another, then.

Which had been a crock from the start, really, because Casey had never allowed, or needed, Perry to reciprocate, since he’d always come just from Perry’s cock in his mouth. Another clue Perry had missed.

Now, though, the fiction had been proved a lie, and Perry had to decide whether to let it continue. Not because the thought of Casey being gay (or just liking to suck cock) disgusted him, but because Perry wondered if he was using Casey. Contrary to popular belief, Perry didn’t use his friends.

The next time they were been alone in their room, Perry patted the spot on the mattress next to where he lay. Casey took the hint and slid off his own bed and onto Perry’s.

Perry held his arm out so that it was behind Casey’s neck when he laid down, and then he rolled to his side and pressed his lips to Casey’s ear.

“You like sucking my cock?” he asked softly.

Casey scrunched his eyes closed as he flushed red, and then nodded.

“Anyone’s,” Perry pressed, “or just mine?”

Perry wasn’t sure why he’d asked that, only that he needed to know.

Casey had to try three times before he got the word out, and even then his, “Yours,” cracked.

“Tell me.”

“P-Perry . . . .”

“Tell me what you like,” Perry urged.

“I like . . . .” Casey had to pause to swallow. “I like the way it looks. When it’s hard and red, like it desperately needs me to touch it, but especially after you’ve just come, when it starts to soften just a little bit.”

“And?”

“I like to touch it,” Casey said, coming up onto his elbow and twisting so that his chest brushed Perry’s. He kept his eyes locked on Perry’s as he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of Perry’s sweats and found him, already swollen.

Perry, being no fool, pushed his sweat pants down and spread his legs.

“I like how you feel in my hand.” Casey never looked away from Perry as he stroked him to full hardness. “The way you fill and stretch and harden.”

“And I like to suck you,” Casey went on without prompting from Perry. “I like the way you feel in my mouth, the way you taste.”

Casey flushed red at that last, but he didn’t stopped stroking Perry.

Perry pressed his thumb to Casey’s lips. Casey parted them and took Perry’s thumb into his mouth, suckled it.

“What else?”

Perry pulled his thumb out of Casey’s mouth with a ‘pop’ and dragged it down his chin, then down over his shoulder, arm, and hip.

“This?” he said, squeezing Casey’s ass.

Casey’s eyes rolled back and he moaned as he pushed back into Perry’s hand.

“Want me to fuck you?”

Casey moaned, his hand stuttering on Perry’s cock.

“Want to feel me inside you?”

Casey’s mouth opened as if he couldn’t get enough air.

“Bet you’d look so good riding my cock.”

Casey keened, and Perry kissed him for the first time, taking the sound into his mouth. Perry covered Casey’s hand with his own and together they brought him off.

While he recovered, Perry watched as Casey lifted his hand to his mouth and licked the come off it.

~*~*~*~

Two days later they were the last two in the weight room. Perry had been hard from standing over Casey as he’d spotted him, and imagining that Casey was thinking about his cock each time he’d looked at him.

As Casey finished up the last rep, Perry said, “Want to suck me?”

Casey nearly dropped the weight. Perry caught it and set it back on the rack.

“Stay there,” he said when Casey went to sit up.

When Casey laid back down on the bench, Perry pushed his shorts down and stood over Casey so that his cock was just inches from Casey’s mouth. Perry stroked himself, enjoying the way Casey’s eyes locked onto his hand, the way his tongue darted out to lick his lips.

It excited Perry, knowing that Casey was dying to have his cock in his mouth. He wiped the tip across Casey’s lips, spreading pre-come over them. Casey licked his lips, his tongue fluttering against Perry’s cock before Perry pulled it away.

“Slide back a little more,” Perry said.

Perry put his hand beneath Casey’s head, supporting it as Casey pushed himself back on the bench. When he was back far enough, Perry indicated that he should stop, and then carefully lowered Casey’s head so that it hung over the edge. Perry quickly retrieved a small step stool that he’d spied earlier and placed it beneath Casey’s head, then knelt on it.

The height was perfect; his cock even with Casey’s lips. Perry held his cock at the root and fed it into Casey’s eager mouth. He rocked his hips, sliding his cock in an inch at a time until it hit the back of Casey’s throat. The next thrust pushed his cock into Casey’s throat, and Perry shivered when he saw the bulge of it.

Perry placed his hand over Casey’s throat, felt it stretch to accommodate him as he pulled out then thrust back in.

Casey swallowed and took a breath when Perry pulled out, then moaned until the press of Perry’s cock cut it off. Perry swore under his breath as he saw the small jerks of Casey’s hips and the telltale wet spot forming on his shorts, and then he thrust in one more time, the first spurt going down Casey’s throat, the second and third landing on his tongue, and the fourth on his face.

The sight of his come on Casey’s face was more of a turn on than he’d anticipated, and Perry swore again as he roughly jerked himself until he’d spilled every last drop, aiming his cock at Casey’s chin and parted lips.

“Fuck! Jesus, fuck,” Perry groaned.

He helped Casey sit up, then grabbed a towel and wiped the come off his face.

“Sorry,” he said, “I don’t know why I . . . .”

Casey opened his eyes and stilled Perry’s hand. “You don’t have to apologize.”

“Yeah, but I . . . oh. You liked that?”

Perry sat straddling the bench. He cupped the back of Casey’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. He’d never kissed anyone after they’d swallowed his come before, so the taste of himself on Casey’s tongue was unexpected, as was the fact that he enjoyed it.

Perry dropped his hand to Casey’s thigh and kneaded it. “First chance we get,” he promised, “I’m going to fuck you.”

~*~*~*~

That chance came five days later. Not that they’d abstained for five days, because just as Casey couldn’t get enough of Perry’s cock, Perry couldn’t get enough of Casey’s sweet mouth. They needed lube and condoms (which they picked up when it was their turn to do the grocery shopping and cooking), and more than five minutes of privacy.

The first opportunity came on movie night. No one even blinked when Perry and Casey begged off, claiming that they’d rather work out. With the lube and condoms hidden in a towel, they headed to the weight room. Perry shoved a chair under the door knob to keep everyone out, and then tackled Casey to the nearest exercise mat.

He’d been hard for hours, just thinking about this moment.

Perry claimed Casey’s lips as he shoved his shorts down. “Have you ever done this before?” he said as he rubbed and squeezed Casey’s ass.

Casey shook his head even as he spread his legs in silent supplication.

“Great, neither one of us knows what we’re doing,” Perry said as he slipped his fingers between Casey’s cheeks, brushing them over his hole.

Casey moaned, and wiggled his hips. “More of that,” he pleaded.

Perry circled Casey’s hole with his finger, stroked over it, then finally got brave and pressed the tip of his finger inside him.

Casey writhed beneath him, moaning and pushing back against his fingers and saying, “Yes, yes, that,” and then he whimpered loudly when Perry’s finger breached him.

“Is that all right?” Perry said. “Did I hurt you?”

“Yes, no, don’t stop!”

“It feels good?”

“God yes,” Casey gasped. “More, please, more.”

“I want to see, show me.”

Perry withdrew his finger and they both moved; Casey to his belly, lifting up on his knees so his ass was raised in the air, and Perry to his knees behind him. Perry spread Casey’s ass cheeks so he could see the spot he’d been touching, and he briefly wondered how he’d fit in there.

“Perry, please,” Casey whined.

Perry stroked his thumb over the ridged skin, turned on by the way Casey moved his ass in an attempt to get Perry’s finger back inside him, and by the broken sounds he was making. Perry found the tube of lube, opened it, and squirted a large dollop into Casey’s crease. He spread it around the outside of Casey’s hole, then pressed back in with the tip of one finger.

Casey mumbled something that sounded like, “Finally!” and pushed back, taking Perry’s entire finger inside himself. They both moaned.

Perry drew his finger out, then pressed it back in, then again, and again, as Casey shook and shivered at the touch. The next slide in was with two fingers. Casey moaned as his asshole stretched around the additional intrusion.

“Should I stop?” Perry said, even as he pressed his fingers in as far as he could reach.

“No, just . . . oh, fuck, fuck! Do that again!”

Perry found the little bump he’d inadvertently touched and stroked it again, and Casey went wild. Perry made sure to touch it on every other push into Casey, loving the way he’d shudder each time.

Perry didn’t know whether two fingers was enough, or if he should use three, so he asked. Casey looked back over his shoulder at the hard line of Perry’s cock beneath his shorts, then held two fingers up and compared them. He gave Perry a meaningful look.

“Three it is,” Perry said.

Perry withdrew his fingers and made sure that three were coated in the lube, then slowly pressed them into Casey’s stretched, but still amazingly tiny hole. Casey moaned again at the stretch.

Perry carefully worked his fingers in an inch at a time, trying to make it as easy as possible on Casey. As soon as he got his fingers in all the way, Perry reached for that nub. As soon as he touched it, Casey appeared to forget about his discomfort. Perry gave it a couple of strokes, then pulled his fingers out, pressed them back in once, twice before applying another brush of his fingers.

When he deemed that Casey was as ready as he was gonna get, Perry carefully pulled his fingers out all the way. He shoved his shorts down with one hand as the other searched for the condom. Casey found it, tore the foil, then rolled it down Perry’s cock.

After having his fingers in Casey’s ass, and hearing the sweet sounds Casey made, Perry nearly came at that slight stimulation.

Perry opened his mouth to ask Casey how he wanted to do it, but Casey was already back on his elbows, ass raised in the air. Perry positioned himself behind Casey, aiming the head of his cock towards Casey’s asshole.

Perry pressed until the head of his cock pushed through the ring of muscle, and then gasped at the tight feel of it round him. He’d never felt anything so tight, and wondered how he was going to get the rest of the way inside Casey.

Perry pushed slow and steady, partly so he wouldn’t hurt Casey, and partly so he wouldn’t embarrass himself and come before he‘d even gotten all the way inside him, and then Casey did something that had Perry sliding all the way inside him.

“Holy fuck,” Perry groaned, as Casey moaned. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, just . . . give me a second to . . . okay, I think I’m . . . you can move now.”

Perry stroked Casey’s lower back and hip. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Perry reached for Casey’s shoulder and tugged; he wanted to see Casey’s face. Casey let Perry pull him back until he was sitting on Perry’s lap, legs spread wide.

They both moaned as Casey sank down further on Perry’s cock, and then Casey shuddered and whimpered, “Oh, god, do that again.”

“Do what?” Perry said, because he hadn’t done anything that he knew of.

Casey lifted up a little bit, than sank back down. He moaned, “That, that!”

The next time he moved, Perry moved with him, thrusting up as Casey sank down. Then again, until Casey’s leg muscles were trembling, one long moan issuing from his mouth.

“Knew you’d look good riding my cock,” Perry said.

Casey stiffened in his arms, and then his hips jerked as he came, shooting come all over his belly and the mat. His asshole clenched tight round Perry, who thrust into Casey once more before joining him.

~*~*~*~

Given all the sex he was having, finding pleasure and release in Casey’s mouth or ass, one would think that Perry would be satisfied, if not completely worn out, but apparently the more sex he got, the more his body craved. He walked around with a perpetual boner these days, and knowing that there was someone willing to get on his knees and suck him off only made it worse.

Finding both the time and the place for it was becoming more difficult -- they’d begun setting their alarm a half hour early so they had time for a blow job in the shower (or a hard fuck over the bathroom sink), and assigned themselves extra ‘work out’ sessions in the evenings. Any sex was good as far as Perry was concerned, but spontaneous sex added a little bit of spice that gave it the edge over scheduled sex.

Which may have explained why Perry didn’t object when Casey drew him into the bathroom ten minutes before they were due to start their catwalk one day. Instead he unzipped his pants and prayed they didn’t wrinkle as he shoved them down and buried his fingers in Casey’s hair as Casey swallowed his cock.

Casey might be a slut for Perry’s cock, but Perry had become addicted to Casey’s mouth.

The End