Fanfic: Gravity (RPS: Brad Pitt/Eli Roth, R)

Title: Gravity 
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Pitt/Eli Roth
Rating: R
Summary: Right now, they needed to get this out of their blood before it boiled over into something they could never take back...
Warnings: Language and sexual content

Author's Note: This fic I've actually been working on for a few months, it just never came out quite right. But I finally got it! Yeys!

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It was irrelevant who came to who, or what preceded that moment. All that mattered was the body and mouth pressed against their own, scorching and unignorable.

Brad Pitt and Eli Roth were in the middle of the younger man's hotel room, only a single bedside light casting strange shadows, but this primal dance required no guiding light at all. They were already well practiced, though not with each other.

Brad hooked his fingers in the knot of Eli's tie, loosening it enough so he could slip it over the other man's head and toss it aside. His fingertips danced over the stubble on Eli's jaw, down his throat to the buttons of his shirt. They were undone with dexterous fingers and Brad broke their kiss to attack the hollow at the base of Eli's throat. Eli draped his arms around Brad's broad shoulders, head rolling back and a quiet moan escaping parted lips. Brad stroked his tongue over the thrumming pulse point, feeling the life pounding in the vulnerable spot before biting his earlobe.

"I want to fuck you," Brad whispered, voice harsh and broken.

"I want you to fuck me," Eli growled, grabbing a handful of Brad's hair and yanking his head back. It wasn't gentle, but they were men in lust, and lust wasn't gentle. It was rough, and it was wild, and it shed blood. This was about getting what they needed and giving it to each other. Right now, they needed to get this out of their blood before it boiled over into something they could never take back.

Eli kissed and bit and licked his way up the column of Brad's throat, and when he finally released Brad's hair their mouths entwined again, deep and feverish. Hands clawed at expensive clothes, but neither gave a shit. Brad ripped off Eli's shirt, palms sliding over his hirsute torso. Eli gave Brad's shirt the same treatment then latched onto his neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark. Eli wrapped his hands around Brad's biceps and began leading him back toward the bed. Brad let him, but when the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed he spun them around and they tumbled to the mattress, Eli under Brad. The larger man straddled his hips and pinned his wrists above his head. Eli smiled up at him devilishly, and the dim light made his dark eyes sparkle. Brad smirked back, equally as teasing, and slowly ran his tongue along the ridge of Eli's collarbone. He squirmed, gasping quietly. Brad smiled into Eli's skin and continued, tracing the curve between the director's Adam's apple and tendon in his neck. Brad felt Eli's erection grinding into his ass. He drew his tongue over the line of Eli's jaw with almost dainty precision. Brad heard and felt Eli's throaty moan echo in his chest.

"You're such a fuckin' tease," Eli breathed. Brad traced the shell of Eli's ear.

"If we're doing this, we're doing it right," Brad's voice was hot on his ear and cheek. "I want to hear you beg for it like a goddamn fangirl." Eli laughed, and it warmed Brad in ways he didn't want to think about, so he kissed him, pressing past his lips to stroke the other tongue with his own. Eli tasted himself in Brad's mouth, all salty sweat and musky skin, and it made him shudder. Brad finally released Eli's wrists, sliding his hands down Eli's arms and across his chest, raking fingernails through the dark hair. Eli's hands slowly moved to Brad's back, flattening against the muscles moving under tanned skin. Brad stroked his fingertips up Eli's ribs, soft enough to tickle and making him squirm again. But when Brad pressed his ass against Eli's heated groin, the younger man gasped and ripped his mouth from Brad's.

"Shit, Brad! God," Eli panted. Brad didn't respond, just planted kisses down the side of his neck, a smile pulling at the actor's lips.
"Brad, I..." Eli began, voice barely above a whisper. Brad pressed a kiss just below Eli's ear.

"What do you need?"

Eli fisted Brad's hair and pulled his head back far enough to see his face. They stared at each other in silence for a minute, and when Brad moved forward Eli didn't stop him. Lips parted simultaneously and met, slowly sliding together then coming apart.

"I need you in me," Eli raked his fingernails over Brad's back. "I need you to fuck me hard."

Brad grinned, making Eli grin back. "I can do that,"

Their mouths met, and they pushed unwanted thoughts to the back of their minds, focusing again on the body pressed to theirs. Were they to overthink this, too much would change too fast and they'd be forced to face up to something they couldn't turn their backs on. They hoped that doing this, finally acting out the tension circling them since they met, would make things easier. But part of them knew that this was just them giving in to gravity, powerful and unescapable.

Brad's hands slid down Eli's torso to the front of his pants. Those nimble digits undid the trousers and slipped inside. Brad was surprised, but pleased that Eli wasn't wearing underwear. Eli moaned when Brad's hand closed around his throbbing erection. Brad nipped at Eli's lower lip, then licked it firmly. When he looked down at the younger man, Eli's eyes were half-lidded, face flushed and lips kiss-swollen. Brad pressed his forehead against Eli's and slowly stroked the sensitive organ in his hand when he almost voiced how beautiful Eli looked in that moment. Saying that would turn what they were doing into something they weren't ready for. This didn't have a name, a category, and they both needed it to stay that way, at least for tonight.

"Brad," Eli whispered with a shudder. "I'm not gonna last much longer." Brad released him, and Eli whimpered at the loss before he could stop himself.

"Got anything..." Brad trailed off, letting his smile finish the sentence.

"Oh. In the table," Eli pointed to a small bedside table. Brad stretched over, opened the drawer and retrieved the tube. He sat back on his heels and looked down at Eli for a long moment in silence, one corner of his mouth turned up. Eli looked everywhere but Brad's eyes, feeling self conscious. Finally, it was too much. "Fuck, what?"

Brad's smirk widened and he leaned down, kissing the other man with perhaps a bit too much tenderness. Eli sighed and kissed back. It remained slow and sweet, like the thing they were fighting to ignore. That moment seemed a little like love.

They came apart reluctantly, both breathless and rock hard. Brad's hands flexed on the mattress, and he grinned wickedly. He sunk his teeth into the side of Eli's neck, making him groan and arch off the bed, grinding his erection against Brad's.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good," Brad whispered, voice harsh with arousal. Eli laughed, a bit manic.

"Do it," Eli growled, dragging his tongue up Brad's jaw.

Both pairs of hands scrambled at the pants of the other. The last of their clothes were tossed into the darkness, and Brad slid up Eli's body, letting his hips fall into the cradle between Eli's legs. Eli's breath hitched when their naked cocks met. Brad nosed Eli's chin up and drew his tongue up the long column of his throat, simultaneously grinding their groins together, long and slow. Eli's hands flattened on Brad's back, and he pressed up against the solid body above him, moving opposite of Brad's hips. Brad blindly found the lubricant, which had been tossed aside in all their groping, and slicked two fingers. His hand cupped under Eli's knee, pulling it up and back until it pressed into his ribs. Eli took the hint and hooked his leg over Brad, pressing his heel into the ridge of the man's spine. Brad's palm glided up Eli's leg, fingers curving to the inside of his thigh. Brad's fingertips brushed over Eli's puckered entrance, and he felt the younger man shiver. Brad dipped his tongue into the hollow at the base of Eli's throat and pressed his index finger against the tight opening. Eli tensed at the odd sensation, fingernails biting into the long, lean sinew of Brad's back. Brad scraped his teeth up Eli's neck and latched on, intending to leave yet another mark. His finger circled the hot ring of muscle a few times, spreading lubrication. Brad's finger returned to the center and pressed gently.

"Are you ready for this?" He whispered to Eli, voice too soft. Eli shuddered, eyes closed tight, and breathed.

"Do it."

Brad pressed forward, feeling the tight entrance give way slowly. Eli's hands twitched on Brad's back, grasping briefly, when he felt himself expand over Brad's knuckle then constrict again, clamping around his finger between the second and third knuckle. Brad let his finger slide in deeper until the knuckles of his hand pushed into the soft flesh of Eli's ass, then crooked and twisted his finger. Eli jerked beneath Brad and his mouth feel open in a soundless gasp. Before he could recover Brad withdrew and pushed two fingers into the tender hole. Eli's nails again clawed into Brad's back and his ass clamped tight. Brad stopped, licking and kissing Eli's neck to relax him. Eli squirmed at the attention, but his hands uncurled and the vise around Brad's hand relaxed. Brad sucked at the soft skin under the shelf of Eli's jaw and slowly slid his fingers in to the base. Brad soothed his tongue over the mark he'd made on Eli's pale flesh then touched his chin, tilting his face, and kissed him deep.

Brad began to move his fingers, sliding them in and out. Eli whimpered and threaded his fingers in Brad's hair, kissing him feverishly. Brad bent his fingers and twisted them, stretching the tight passage. Eli faltered, caught off guard by the unfamiliar burn. Brad pressed his tongue into the other man's mouth, distracting him from the strange sensation. He kept his touch slow and subtle, not wanting to startle Eli again with something he wasn't ready for. Brad's fingertips stroked over something inside Eli that made him thrust his cock up against the older man's abs and cry out into his mouth.

Brad removed his hand and broke their kiss, finding the lubrication once again. He sat back on his heels between Eli's legs and slicked his own cock, which twitched in his fist. A breathy whisper of his name broke Brad's concentration, and when he looked up, Eli's dark eyes burned through him, sending a wave of desire through his core. Brad was suddenly winded.

Eli held out a hand and Brad covered his body again, using one hand to press the head of his tool against Eli's asshole. Brad hooked Eli's legs over his arms and stretched up, forcing his knees up and back against his chest. Eli cupped one hand on the back of Brad's head and the other circled his arm. Their noses brushed and they looked at each other for a moment before Eli bit Brad's lip.

"Please, Brad. Please," He murmured, eyes half-lidded. Brad moved his hips, pushing against Eli's tight ass. The circle gave way with a sigh from the smaller man, and Brad let himself slide in slowly. The entrance expanded over the head of his penis, then clamped tight around the shaft. Eli jumped and whimpered, tensing. Brad's cock throbbed, taking his breath once more, but he fought past it.

"Relax, Eli," Brad whispered. "It's okay, you feel so amazing, just relax," He heard Eli's breathing slow in his ear, and when the younger man softened around him he pushed forward once more.

Eli's body took him with agonizing slowness, engulfing his cock in a maddening velvet heat. Eli's nails bit into Brad's skin, but he didn't tense again as he stretched to take Brad's thickness to the hilt. It burned, and it hurt, but he didn't want Brad to know.
Finally Brad was fully sheathed inside the slim body beneath him and stopped, panting lightly. The hot walls of Eli's passage quivered, clenching and unclenching around Brad's shaft. Eli was breathing heavily, his hands twitching on Brad's skin. Brad reached between them and took Eli's waning erection in his fist, stroking it back to fullness. Eli groaned softly, and while he was distracted Brad drew back slowly before thrusting deep. Eli gasped sharply, arching his back. Brad bit his lower lip hard and withdrew once more, relishing the smooth glide of their intimate flesh. Eli's other hand slipped over Brad's shoulder and down to his arm, encircling that bicep as well. Brad stopped when just the head of his dick rested inside Eli's opening, and held his dark gaze when he thrusted again. Eli made a noise halfway between a gasp and a shout, hands tightening on Brad's arms almost painfully. Brad claimed his mouth hungrily, invading the hot cavern with his tongue, and set a steady pace with his hips. The pain disappeared altogether, and the burn faded into something not entirely unpleasant, but Eli forgot all about that when Brad's cock hit something inside him that sent a spike of pleasure through him. Eli cried out into Brad's mouth and clamped around his dick. Brad's hips jerked involuntarily and it took all his willpower not to come right then.

Brad broke their mouths apart and moved Eli's leg up to his shoulder, forcing the younger man to stretch further. Brad took Eli's cock in hand and timed his strokes with the thrusts of his hips. Eli was reduced to writhing mass under Brad's body. He clawed at Brad's back, and the older man was sure he'd have marks in the morning, but he really didn't care.

"There, Brad, there," Eli murmured breathlessly, head thrown back, eyes shut tight. Brad couldn't take his eyes off the other man.

"You're so hot like this," Brad whispered before he could stop himself. Eli opened his eyes at this, holding Brad's gaze evenly and panting lightly. Words continued to tumble unbidden from Brad's lips. "Open, vulnerable, trusting," Brad closed his eyes and shuddered when he felt the heat of impending orgasm wind up his spine. "Beautiful," Brad moaned. "God, you're beautiful."

Brad realized a moment too late what he had just said and froze, but before he could open his eyes to see Eli's expression warm hands closed around the back of his neck and a hot mouth met his own. Brad let Eli eagerly tongue fuck his mouth, focusing on bringing them both to release. His hips and hand moved frantically, and Eli moaned, tightening desperately around him. Brad's head was pulled down until his cheek rested on Eli's and he felt hot breath on his ear. They were both close, so very close.

"I....I love you, Brad,"

That did him in. Brad came with a cry of Eli's name, hand tightening around the other man's penis, making him moan. Brad shuddered and gasped, thrusting through his orgasm. When it stopped he drew back, blood still roaring unmercifully in his ears, and was brought up short by Eli's desperate expression. The young director was sweating, panting, shaking with need. Then Brad felt Eli's scorching cock throb in his fist and realized what the problem was. His first reaction was to apologize, but then Eli's words slammed into him with enough force to take his breath away.

Brad looked down at his new lover for a moment with an unreadable expression.

"I love you," Brad whispered, and released him.

Eli clamped around Brad's cock, which gave a halfhearted twitch in response, and came hard, screaming Brad's name like a dying man's call to a god for mercy. Brad pressed open mouthed kisses to the side of Eli's neck and thrust his now half hard penis shallowly in Eli's ass, pulling the man through his orgasm. Eli clung to Brad, his only anchor to this world, until the tremors stopped.

All fell still, Eli's sweaty limbs still locked around Brad's torso. The older man kissed his shoulder and stroked his back, even as Brad tried to catch his own breath. Eli finally relaxed around him, falling limp on the mattress. Brad drew back, and couldn't help but grin when he saw Eli's very satisfied smirk.

"Fuck," Eli murmured, eyes distant and hand going up to stroke Brad's cheek. "Fuck." Brad turned his head and pressed a kiss to Eli's palm.

"Not so bad yourself," He smirked, nuzzling the hand on his face. The pads of Eli's fingertips traced Brad's features, across his brow, over his cheekbones, down his nose, coming to a rest on his lips. Brad's tongue darted out to touch the fingers lightly, making the younger man laugh. Warmth bloomed in Brad's chest and he kissed Eli's lips softly.

"Did you mean it?" Eli whispered before Brad could move away. Their eyes met, and there was a painful kind of honesty and openess in Eli's dark eyes. "What you said....before?"

Brad kissed him again, deep and tender. There was no fighting or lying about what this was anymore. "I meant every word I said," Brad whispered back against his lips. "I love you, Eli."

The world stopped just for them in that moment, a trembling breath held in anticipation. It felt like something was roaring in Brad's ears, but he knew it was silent in the room. He was falling fast and couldn't find his equilibrium.

"I love you, too."

And everything fell away, leaving only them wrapped around each other. This time it was Eli that pulled their mouths together, and they held onto each other like they'd never let go.

They finally gave in, falling into each other's gravity, and they honestly didn't care anymore.