Showmance
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine.
Author’s Notes- This is not the AME fic I have been teasing, that one is still giving me issues. This one was inspired by today’s chapter and by the fact that I think we are going to have to start a showmance (though I hope/assume we will be given an option). I use Will as the name for Adam/Customizable Male LI, because there is only one Choices Adam for me (and so I don’t confuse myself) and my MC is named Jaime (kept the default name, changed the spelling).
Rating- NSFW
Pairing- Adam/MC
Summary- Jen broaches the idea of a showmance between Jaime and Will and they agree to it but take a few minutes for themselves first.
Words- 985
“You need a showmance,” Jen announced, clipboard in hand. “The audience is responding well to Derek and Ivy and it’s time you give them some competition.”
“Do you have anyone in mind?” I asked curiously, not opposed to the idea.
I mean it was a reality show, right? Though at the same time, it felt odd because I was so attracted to Will, could I fake it with someone else?
Yet, none of this was supposed to be real, right and I knew getting attached was a bad idea, so could I really say no?
“Will,” Jen said immediately. “He’s popular, handsome, and you two have chemistry. Plus the bad boy and good girl dynamic is irresistible.”
Oh. For some reason that thought never occurred to me, though when Jen said it, it made perfect sense. Neither of us had been in the bottom 2, Will had the advantage of being a returning contestant, and yes, the bad boy/good girl angle was a good one.
“Sure,” I answered with a shrug. I mean, I was already sleeping with Will, there was no harm in doing it in front of the cameras, right? And yet… It felt weird. I liked the secrecy and the fact that it was something real, just between us.
Jen beamed, “great. Well, go mingle. And flirt. We’re filming in the kitchen tonight, a group meal, and it’d be a great time for some flirting.”
I nodded and watched her hurry away, clipboard in hand. I could do this.
As soon as Jen left me, I went in search of Will, finding him in the living room by himself.
“Can I have a couple minutes?” I asked him, leaning in close, “preferably alone?”
“You can,” he agreed, getting up off the couch. He offered me his hand and I took it willingly, letting him lead me through the house to a small side room where he promptly locked the door.
“A room with a lock, wow,” I joked, “I didn’t know there were any of those in the house.”
“Very few,” he told me, “the producers use this room for consults, technically we shouldn’t be here, but as we’re given free reign of the house…”
“We can’t get in trouble,” I finished for him.
He grinned. “Exactly.” He let go of my hand and sighed, putting his hands in his pockets. “I assume you want to talk about the showmance, thing?”
“Yeah,” I agreed. I shot him a look. “Are you ok with it?”
“Well, I’m good with flirting with you and stealing a few kisses,” he said with a grin and then sighed, “but… You know my feelings about all this are complicated. I mean, I knew this was a possibility, I just… What I feel for you, it’s not anything to do with the show, you know that, right?”
“I do,” I agreed, stepping closer, “I feel the same.”
“And I just… I hate that it’s going to be made into something it’s not.” Will said with a sigh. “And that bad boy/good girl bullshit. That’s not us.”
“No, it’s not,” I agreed and then grinned, “I mean, I can be plenty bad, with the right motivation?”
“Is that so?” Will asked, taking his hands out of his pockets and pulling me into his arms, “do I get a demonstration or do I have to take your word for it?”
I grinned and reached for his belt, slipping it off him and then reaching for the fly of his pants, causing him to take a deep breath. “I think a demonstration can be arranged,” I said and then dropped to my knees.
“Jaime…” He said in a low voice, the word coming out half-groan.
I tugged his pants and boxers down, freeing his already-hardening cock and taking it in my palm. I massaged it, watching it spring to life, my eyes focused on Will’s face, taking note of every pant and groan.
After a moment, I lowered my head, placing kisses along the length, alternating licks and sucks and then I took him all the way in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard.
“Jaime, fuck that feels sooo good,” he groaned, digging his hands in my blonde hair, “and it looks so good too. Damn you are gorgeous.”
He thrust his hips into me and I took it willingly, sucking eagerly, taking as much as I could. Will’s hands were in my hair as he fucked my mouth. I used my free hand to play with his balls, causing more groans.
“I’m gonna come,” he moaned before doing just that. He moved to pull away, maybe to jerk off somewhere, but I grabbed his thigh, pulling him closer as I swallowed every drop and then I pulled back, still on my knees, and grinned at him. “How was that?”
“Amazing,” he sighed, pulling me to my feet and then wrapping his arms around me. “You are incredible.”
“Just returning the favor,” I reminded him, pointing out how he’d made his last encounter all about me. “And this, this is for us. We’ll do what the camera asks us too, but we’ll find a way to keep finding these moments when it’s about Will and Jaime and making each other feel good, ok?”
Will nodded. “Ok.”
He lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply, but also sweetly. After a long moment, we pulled apart and he sighed, reaching to fix his pants. “We should get back out there, they’ll be filming soon.”
“Yeah,” I agreed with a nod. We had a part to play after all. But I’d meant what I said. We could do the showmance, give America and our producers what they wanted but still keep this for ourselves, it was just about balance.
And if it got complicated, trying to build something real while manufacturing something fake, it wouldn’t be forever. I could do this. We could do this.
- End
