Title: Julian Larson is a Whore
Author: br33_br33/Sparkylovesfire/taweesha
Pairing: There will be different pairings for the different chapters. This one is Julian/Reed (Van Larson)
Rating: M
Word Count: 767

Warnings: Slight OOCness, because in Dalton canon Julian would probably never be with most of these boys. XD

Summary: Julian Larson is a whore.

Author's Note: No regrets. Just whoring Julian out.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Dalton, Julian, or Reed. Glee belongs to Fox, everything else to CP Coulter.

It wasn't Reed's idea to come on set with Clark. He'd have been perfectly content staying at Clark's apartment, watching bad daytime television and sketching. But the older boy had insisted they spend more time together while Reed is in California, and Reed couldn't very well be rude and say no. This is how he finds himself here, standing awkwardly in Clark's trailer while the older boy gets ready to film one of his only two scenes of the day. What makes it even worse is Julian standing next to him, eyes running appreciatively over Reed's figure. Which doesn't bother Reed that much, since they've been dating for a month or so by now. What does bother Reed is the fact that Julian's practically leering at him while Clark is right next to them. Could possibly see everything Julian's doing and blow their cover

Julian's not even supposed to be here. He wasn't scheduled to be on set, but as soon as Reed mentioned he was coming with Clark, Julian had made special arrangements to be here.

"All right, this scene shouldn't take that long," Clark says, calling both Reed's and Julian's attention. "You sure you don't mind staying with him, J? I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I brought him.

"No, it's fine," Julian says coolly, a smile playing on his lips. "Reed can tell me everything that's happened at Dalton. I'm sure I've missed a lot."

"A little bit, yeah," Reed mumbles, kicking his feet. Clark beams at them.

"Awesome! I'll be back before you know it." Then the older actor is gone, and his younger counterpart is shoving Reed onto the couch, kissing the smaller boy hard on the mouth before trailing his lips downward.

"Julian!" Reed squeaks as the actor's talented mouth skims across the sensitive skin of his neck. "We...we can't do this! We're in Clark's trailer!"

Julian pulls back with small sigh. "That makes it more fun. He won't know."

"But—but—" Reed whimpers as Julian's teeth scrape against the bottom of his chin. "Oh."

Julian smirks. "See? Feels good, right?"

"Yes, but still—" Julian's hands wander beneath Reed's shirt, causing the smaller boy to take in a sharp puff of breath. "Julian!"

"Do you want me to stop?" Julian asks, fingers pausing. The younger boy can feel the pads of Julian's fingers dancing against the flat muscles of his stomach

"I—um…" The problem is, Reed doesn't want to stop. He should; this is wrong, venturing into his older step-brother's trailer and being fondled by his co-worker on the small couch Clark has probably slept on—oh, God, Clark probably laid exactly where Reed is. This is wrong in so many ways, but…

"No," Reed says softly. "Don't stop…" Julian smiles devilishly before attacking Reed's mouth once again, swallowing his soft sighs and timid moans. One hand moves up, toying with one of Reed's nipples—an action that earns Julian a break in the kiss and gasp—while the other slides down his side and circles around to grip Reed's ass through his jeans, causing Reed to buck up against Julian, blushing bright red as Julian laughs.

"Who knew Reed Van Kamp would have that type of reaction?" he says, voice low and sultry. It causes a spark of arousal to pulse through Reed's veins, and he clings tighter to Julian, especially when the brunet starts rutting against him.

"Fuck," Julian groans, thrusting harder. Reed whimpers. It's only a matter of moments before Reed comes, head lolling to the side. He takes a few moments to breathe, slightly embarrassed at having come in his pants, but mostly just enjoying the view of Julian on top of him, jaw clenched tightly as his fingers dig into Reed's hips. A flash of blond hair walking by the window catches Reed's attention.

Clark. Panic flares through him, a sharp spike piercing through the haze of euphoria.

"Julian!" Reed says quickly.

"Almost there," Julian murmurs. "Just—"

"But Clark—he's—"

Julian lets out a guttural moan, leaning down to bite Reed's lips as he comes. The door opens just as Reed shoves Julian off of him, curling his knees towards his chest in an effort to hide the blooming stain on the front of his jeans.

"Almost forgot this," Clark says, grabbing a cup of coffee he left resting on a small table near the door. He looks from Julian on the floor almost cracking up to Reed completely hunched over on the couch, face beet red, with mild concern. "Are you guys okay?"

"Yeah," Julian says smugly. "Perfect. Never better."