lucysaxon | RPS Fic: "Chica Chica" Phil/John

Title: Chica Chica
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: John Simm/Philip Glenister
Rating: Brown Cortina
Wordcount: 1150
Notes/Warnings/Disclaimers: My first (and hopefully only) foray into the world of RPS. This was inspired, no surprise, by the finale of Ashes to Ashes and the lack of John Simm in it. It takes place on the set of Mad Dogs, of which Phil and John started filming together this week. Made less shit by the amazing

talkingtothesky of whom I would be nothing without. Any leftover fuck-ups are all mine. This is RPS. It uses real people but is a work of fiction. It never happened. Not a bloody word. Probably.
Summary: John really should have returned for the A2A finale. Then again, he might not regret it after this.

Blame the shuffle on my media player for the fic title.

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As soon as he walked into his trailer he felt a hand coming from behind him, grabbing him sharply and clenching tight over his mouth, muffling the startled scream that inevitably followed the attack. It was dark and he couldn't see but he could feel that his attacker was considerably bigger and stronger than him and easily rugby tackled him to the bed.

He hit the bed so hard it momentarily winded him and before he knew it, he could feel his trousers and pants being shoved quickly down his thighs. He tried kicking, fighting back but his attacker only pinned him harder. He opened his mouth to yell but the sound was swallowed down by a familiar tongue being inserted tentatively inside, massaging his own. He relented and felt himself relax as the grip on him loosened, a small whimper escaped from somewhere inside him.

The intruding tongue began tasting and exploring everything his mouth had to offer and he was kissing back with equal vigour, sucking the other man's tongue into his mouth, savouring the all too familiar taste. The tongue left his mouth in favour of exploring his long neck and he tilted his head back, further, offering himself like a sacrifice, his arms pinned firmly above his head. Lips and tongue trailed hungrily over his neck, down to his jugular and began sucking on his pulse point. He responded by squirming, rubbing his leaking cock against the other man's thigh, trying for enough friction to bring himself to completion.

“Oh, Phil... fuck me, that's so good.”

With a feral growl, Phil roughly flipped John onto his stomach, pinning him down with a hand between his shoulder blades and forcing his arse into position. John yelped at the sudden penetration of Phil inserting a lube covered finger. He dipped his finger in and out, teasing from John needy whimpers. He barely was given time to adjust when he felt a second finger eagerly being inserted to assist the first.

John's breath hitched as he felt Phil fingering him to readiness, finding his tender prostate and rubbing against it, sending waves of pleasure down his spine. A third finger was being inserted stretching him further and John was bucking towards it, willing Phil to just get on with it.

It's been too long and John couldn't wait any longer, he needed Phil inside of him now, like he had never needed anything in his life. Apparently satisfied with his preparations, Phil manoeuvred himself into position, aligned the tip of his cock at John's entrance and teased at the hole, not yet penetrating. It was as if he was waiting for something and John was pretty sure he knew what.

“Please, would you just get on with it?”

“Get on with what? Tell me what it is you want so badly. Persuade me.”

“Please fuck me. Oh, god, I need you in me now.”

With the last words he pushed back ruthlessly on Phil's cock, impaling himself to the core. His muscles tensed at the pain of the abrupt penetration. Phil stilled and began stroking his back, calming him like a frightened animal until his muscles started to relax around Phil's length. John nodded, signalling it was okay and then Phil moved.

He thrust in and out twice before shifting and angling himself, finding John's tender prostate again and brushing against it, wrenching an appreciative cry from John's lips.

Phil gripped John's hips hard enough to leave bruises and couldn't help fucking him fast and rough and the harder John begged and moaned, the harder Phil fucked him. It was hard and it hurt but it was bloody brilliant. Phil reached forward to nip at his ear, allowing his full weight to lay on top of John, slick from sweat and driving into him like a man possessed. He reached under John to grab hold of his neglected cock and almost had his wrist crushed in the process from the sheer force of their fucking.

Taking John's cock into his hand he squeezed and John pushed back to take him deeper. John was meeting him thrust for thrust, sliding slick in and out of Phil's tight grip. John buried his face in the pillow and closed his eyes as Phil started spilling filth out of his mouth and into John's ear.

“You should have been a rent-boy, instead of an actor. Your tight little body is just made for fucking. I bet Cecil wasn't really acting at all for you was he, you little slut?”

John outright groaned at that and clenched his muscles tight around Phil's cock.

“Yeah, thought you'd like that idea, you little bitch. Whoring yourself, but you're used to that. Same little whore, different game.”

John was delirious from pleasure. The feel of Phil inside of him and around him was just too much. He felt the familiar burn clawing its way up his spine as he moaned and begged to be fucked harder, fucked faster, needing a release too desperately.

“Fuck, you're so hot and so tight,” he panted heavily in John's ear, “you feel so good around my cock, I won't be able to hold on much longer.” He bit into John's neck, piercing the skin, causing a choked-off groan from John before lovingly licking away the drops of blood. He dragged the tip of his tongue from the bite mark to his ear, circling around the lobe and whispering “I want to feel you come for me while I shoot my load into you. Come for me, John.”

It was all too much. The assault on his prostate, the fierce stroking of his cock, the litany of filth pouring into his ear. His muscles convulsed, clenching tight around Phil's cock and he shuddered as he spilled copiously over Phil's fingers. His orgasm was so intense that it tipped Phil towards his own and then he felt Phil's release flooding him, warm and wet.

Phil pulled himself closer as they soaked up every tremor from each other as their breathing started to return to normal. Phil let out a disappointed sound as his softening cock slipped out of John's tight heat of its own accord. Sweaty and sated, Phil pulled him closer and the two of them laid in silence for several minutes.

“I knew it was you, y'know. I could smell you the moment I walked in here, knew you'd be waiting for me.”

Phil only responded by holding him tighter.

“I'm sorry I couldn't return for the finale. I wanted to see you, I've missed you. But you don't know how hard it is to walk away from everyone, away from you.” John chuckled lightly. “Had a lot of fun with those driving gloves though, didn't we?”

Phil dropped a kiss to the spot right behind John's ear and whispered “I kept the gloves.”

John groaned and shivered at the thought.