Jim stood outside with Sebastian while he had his final cigarette before they started filming. They were both already in costume and prepped and Jim felt fucking ridiculous. "Can I have a cigarette please? I think chemical intervention is the only way I'm going to be able to deal with Darren today."

"No." Sebastian said firmly, pleased that Jim had arrived on time, and thinking he looked unbearably cute in a police officer's uniform slightly too big for him. "You don't want to get addicted to these, they're bloody expensive and they eat away at your work out ability." he sighed, "I quit in the army, five years clean. Made a difference to the number of pull ups I can get through." Magnussen tapped on the glass, giving them both a slightly annoyed look and Seb flicked the cigarette away. "You just look cute, let him take your clothes off, and give me a little fondle every now and again. It'll help."

"Yeah, alright. Fine." Jim followed Sebastian in, feeling a bit… better about today. He wasn't going to be hurt and he could handle Moran. It helped that he'd been given verbal permission to touch the other man, it made him feel less sleazy. "Mum." Jim bit out, just to be obnoxious. People around them were buzzing about, trying to get last minute details set up for the shoot.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and gave Jim a light cuff on the back of the head, taking off the gauze over his arm to reveal a fake tattoo, now dry. He was wearing a white vest and a pair of ripped jeans, ripped in fairly similar places to Jim's tiny shorts the day before. The set director locked a pair of handcuffs on him and they headed over to the shoot. The sand had been inexpertly swept up and the set converted in what was probably meant to be a warehouse, with a table and chairs. Darren, in a police officer's uniform came over and gave Jim a wide grin, "Alright kid? We keep... mostly to script, but me and Moran, we know what we're doing. Your job is to be all cute and turned on - and if I ask you to do something you do it, yeah? You'll need to be hard for the second half, we'll pump you full of something if you can't manage it by yourself."

Jim ducked his head and nodded. Darren was friendly enough but Jim still didn't like him for some reason. He seemed a bit /too/ enthusiastic about it, whereas Sebastian's calm resignation was less threatening. "Alright."

Sebastian sprawled back in the chair, cuffed wrists in front of him, Magnussen nodded at the camera and it started rolling. The beginning of the script was all clichés, smirking and innuendo as Darren circled Sebastian's chair while Sebastian lounged in it, being insolent, and quietly praying that Jim would just keep his mouth shut and look the way he was meant to. Then Darren slapped his face and Sebastian spat back and the script started to go off-road a little. Darren stood back and gave Jim a grope, squeezing his ass, "Get your jacket off kid, don't want to mess up government property, and I'll show you how we really get a confession out."

Jim stood there and tried to look interested in what was going on, which was difficult. He felt a brief flame of anger when he saw Darren slap Sebastian off script, although Jim had no idea why it had angered him. Perhaps just because it was unexpected. Jim made sure to widen his eyes and nod enthusiastically as he took off the jacket and hung it across the back of a chair. "Of course sir." He didn't like being touched but it was bearable and frankly, as long as things went the way they were expected Jim was okay with it. It was when the scene got out of control like yesterday that he got nervous.

Sebastian leaned back on two of the chair legs, putting up two fingers and smirking. As Darren kicked the chair from underneath him he managed to hold his own weight for long enough for Darren to grab him and swing him forward over the table, swearing as he hit it. Darren held the police baton over the back of his neck and they hissed some more clichés at each other and then Darren hooked a hand in the back of Seb's trousers, winking at Jim. "Look at the kid, practically drooling over the big bad man. Go on... give him a kiss..."

Jim looked to Sebastian, and relaxed a bit when he saw the humor in his eyes. He made an act over looking nervous and uncertain as he leaned down and pressed his mouth against Moran's. Jim sucked Sebastian's torn lower lip into his mouth and nibbled on it enough to give him a shock but not break the skin. "Like that?" He asked Darren. Most of Jim's lines involved him asking for instruction and clarification. It was part of promoting Darren cop's control over the scene and Jim's own submissive traits.

Darren nodded, and Sebastian moaned gently around Jim's teeth and then gave a little hiss as his jeans were pulled over the back of his arse. Darren gave a laugh, yanking Seb's head backwards by the hair, tugging his mouth away from Jim's and hissing a few more clichés. His other hand reached forward and ruffled Jim's hair before handing him his truncheon and nodding to the small bottle of lube which was always placed, inexplicably, in even the strangest of sets. "Go on, lube that up, let's see if it fits." Sebastian gave a horse yell and bucked and struggled underneath him.

Jim looked at the baton dubiously but did as he was told. He couldn't imagine that it wouldn't hurt and badly but presumably Sebastian agreed to this. Jim popped the cap on the lube before slathering a generous amount onto the night stick. He was starting to feel ill, hearing Sebastian yell out like that, even knowing that it was an act. Actually participating in hurting him like this was… different than he imagined. Using a crop or a toy on him would have come easier but shoving a night stick up someone's arse crossed the line into sadism. Still, he just used as much lube as he could to make it as easy as possible for the other man and clamped down on his unease. "Here you go sir." He handed the night stick back to Darren.

Sebastian managed to shoot an anxious glance at Jim as he was given the order, but then dropped back into character pretty fast as Darren started pressing fingers inside him, laughing and shooting out insults as he did so. At the third finger Sebastian dropped his head down on the desk, breathing ragged, and Magnussen guestured at Darren, who yanked his head back up again to face the camera before giving Jim a wink, "Go on kid, get your top of, give the poor guy something to look at..." The lubed night-stick lay on the desk, glistening and threatening.

Jim saw Sebastian's anxiety and hoped that it was not because he was worried about the night stick. Thankfully it was discarded for now even though it still sat there menacingly. "Yes sir." Jim started to undo his buttons to reveal his hairless chest. He tried to take his time, giving Sebastian a moment to breathe while he smirked and teased with the buttons. Jim untucked his shirt and shucked it off before folding it over the back of a chair on top of his jacket. "Do you like what you see?" He asked suggestively, internally cringing at the awful line.

"Awww look at that, he's gone hard!" Darren scoffed, "Looks like he's a faggot after all." Seb snarled again, hissing back insults as Darren tugged his shirt off and slid the belt out menacingly from his trousers. "Alright kid, I heard you like going under tables, how about you slide under there and keep him happy while I... warm him up." The camera man muttered something uncomplimentary and moved the second camera down to catch the best angle of under the table.

Jim flinched when he heard the slur, even if it wasn't directed at him. He felt anxiety increase exponentially, but strangely he wasn't very worried about himself or the situation. Jim was sure he'd be mocked mercilessly for it, but he was anxious for Sebastian. The idea was ludicrous. They weren't friends, yesterday Jim hadn't cared a bit about hurting the other man. But seeing him snarling and defensive as he was held down against the table upset the young man. It didn't seem right. Like bear baiting or something. Torturing an animal when it was cornered and unable to fight back, all of that power held in check. Jim felt conflicted about what he should do, but realistically there weren't many options available to him. It would be better for Sebastian if Jim just did what he was told and didn't make any more trouble like he had yesterday. The young man approached apprehensively, sliding to his knees and ducking under the table. He touched Sebastian's knee lightly and trailed his hand up and down his thigh a few times, before he tentatively wrapped his hand around the other man's cock.

Sebastian's leg twitched as he felt Jim's fingers against it, his cock was already achingly hard, and leaked a little precum as Jim touched it. The cameraman gestured furiously at Jim to move to catch more of the light, and in particular to make sure Seb's cock was visible and clear on camera. Above them the belt whistled down, and this was a very different beating to the one Watson had given the other day. Darren wasn't bothering to maximise the sound and show while minimising the pain, but instead was clearly having fun smacking the leather against skin, while Seb gave a pained groan. After three strokes Magnussen held his hand up and the two men paused. "Richard, strip. Darren, trousers round ankles, there is not enough skin. Moran, stick your arse out, I want it glowing before that stick goes inside. Richard - you are carried away by his hard on - stroke yourself, moan, strip. Alright, roll."

"Shit," Jim whispered, frustration and humiliation coloring his cheeks. He tugged down his trousers and moaned unconvincingly as he took his limp cock in hand. Jim was fine with getting Sebastian off, fuck knows he deserved it if they were going to shove that stick up his arse, but he couldn't think of many things less arousing than his current situation. He wasn't even in the worst position, he could be the one bent over the table! But telling his cock "it could be worse" didn't seem to be doing anything for him.

Five more strokes, as Seb's groans turned to yelps and Magnussen held up a hand again. Coming over he crouched down staring at Jim behind his glasses, face expressionless. "You need to be hard. Nobody pays for porn of people soft. You are doing well today." Reaching forward he tapped the head of Jim's cock. "What do you need? What will help you? You can take time out to look at porn, you can do what you like with Sebastian. Or I can just keep thrashing him until you co-operate, hm? Or do you need help?"

Jim seriously couldn't believe that Magnussen was offering Sebastian out for time that wouldn't be on camera. That served no purpose other than insuring Jim was aroused. Fuck's sake. He felt crowded and defensive under the table with Magnussen crouching over him and touching him with Sebastian's dick in his face. "Don't care," he hissed out. "Give me a pill or whatever."

Magnussen sighed, rubbing at the bridge of his nose on top of his glasses. "Fine. Your choice. Tomas!" It was said as an order and a man with a medical kit came over. Sebastian gave a little hiss from above the table and Magnussen straightened up, coming over and patting his backside, "More overlap, we need a pattern, something pretty for the camera's to pick up."

The medic gave Jim a smirk, then pulled on a pair of gloves, taking out the needle. "OK, this won't be pleasant but it'll get you hard and keep you hard. Alright?"

"Fine." Jim bit out. He was angry about the situation but there was fuck all he could do about it. He didn't think he'd ever been less aroused in his life, there was no way he'd be able to do what Magnussen wanted without chemical enhancement. The needle slipped in and Jim hissed out a breath and gripped a table leg tightly as he closed his eyes. "Hurts."

"Did you think it wouldn't?" The medical guy replied, unamused, injecting it in and then removing the needle. "Alright, five minutes then that'll last you a couple of hours. If it stays up more than seven hours get yourself to a doctor, the number's on the card on the noticeboard if you don't want to explain to your regular GP."

"As long as you did your fucking job and didn't overdose then there shouldn't be any problems." Jim bit out, furiously. But the man had already left. Jim groaned and smacked his forehead against a table leg, trying to get his brain to focus. The drugs rushed through his system and left him dizzy. "Are you okay?" He asked Sebastian, quietly enough that no one would be able to pick up their conversation.

Darren moved away, taking a break while the drug went through his system. Sebastian peeled himself off the table and knelt down with a groan, looking at Jim under the table, "You alright kid?" He grinned at the question, "Sore, stretched and about to be buggered with a large piece of wood. Never better. Seriously though, call the doctor if things go weird, I'm guessing you've never had to use this stuff before."

Jim had to bite back a sneer, "I know to go to a doctor. Although maybe Magnussen would lose interest if I lost the ability to get an erection." Jim rolled his eyes and sat back of his heels, feeling a bit ridiculous sitting under a table half naked. "'M fine. It's easier when I'm not expected to do much, obviously. I'm sorry." He said frankly. "He's punishing you for yesterday, isn't he? I didn't know I'd get you in trouble."

"Not your fault." Sebastian shrugged, "You weren't to know he was a bastard, besides we've got an understanding Mags and me, I've been working for him for a while now." he shifted, not comfortable crouching but not about to sit down, and unable to stop himself eyeing up Jim's cock a little as it grew. "Nothing to be ashamed of, most of the lads need a bit of, uh, help to stay up for the time required. I'm just talented." Reaching forward, he gave Jim a pat on the shoulder and then straightened up again, bending over the table and rolling his hips to stick his ass out further as Darren came back, giving a laugh, "Alright Seb? Damn I'm looking forward to this bit..."

"Oh fuck off," Jim had stood to stretch his legs and overheard Darren. "You think you're some big man just because you're not the one bent over the table? Don't kid yourself, it could just as easily be you. You're just as much of a bitch, doing whatever you're told like the rest of us." Jim tilted his chin up and glared, "I don't think you could handle taking that up your arse." Jim was angry and sick of Darren being a bastard when he'd probably never bottomed a day in his life.

Darren looked at Jim in shock and then started to laugh, coming over and slipping an arm around Jim's shoulders, "Oh God Sebastian, you've got a little admirer, fucking precious." He laughed again, reaching down to give Jim's now erect cock a good squeeze, "You really think I haven't taken that up me? I've done my time, same as the rest of us. One day it'll be you. Now get under the table and jerk off like a good boy while I give Sebby the thrashing that'll make him hard." He let go of Jim quickly as Magnussen came back over, picking up the belt and folding it in half, ready for the nod from the camera man.

Jim took a breath and shook off his residual anger. His hand itched to claw at the man for touching him outside of a scene and without permission. Jim glared down at his cock, feeling irrationally betrayed. There was some dizziness but he wouldn't be expected to do much moving around, it was probably fine. His dick was sore and that wasn't fun but he knew the situation really could be worse. Jim crawled under the table and sat himself so that the camera and the lighting were right and had a view of both him and Sebastian.

Magnussen nodded, still looking cold and expressionless and Darren started up again; it was clear from both the sound of each strike and Seb's response that he was striking even harder now. And despite it all, Seb's cock stayed hard and leaking in Jim's hands, while his legs scrambled for purchase on the floor, and his yelps turned into whines and desperate gasps. Finally, at a nod from CAM, Darren picked up the lubed nightstick. Jim might not have been able to see, but Sebastian's cock twitched hard and he gave out a gasp as it pressed against his entrance.

Arousal built in Jim but it felt… wrong. Unnatural. Thin and pushy, like it could fall away if Jim thought about it hard enough. He tried not to. Jim moaned as he touched himself, and wanted to be sick. This was the worst feeling, taking something that was meant to be enjoyed and relaxing and instead he felt shame and disgust. It was impossible not to be aware of Magnussen and his dead eyes watching them. He tried to distract himself and wrapped his hand around Sebastian's cock, jerking him off roughly. Part of him was curious to see this iron control Sebastian had bragged about earlier, see if he could push him past it.

Seb gave a slightly sobbing moan as the nightstick stretched him to its widest point, his hands scrabbling against the wood of the table, feeling immeasurably grateful for the hot touch of Jim's hands against his cock, "Fuck..." he managed to gasp, whining as Darren twisted the stick, and hoping his next shoot would be with Watson again. Darren was still hissing insults above him, "Oh yeah, you little shit, how does it feel to be taking it? Let's see how wide we have to stretch your ass before we get a confession out of you..." but he mostly tuned out. They were clichés, heard in most of the shots. He gave a grunt as Mags held up a hand to pause them again, dropping his head onto the wood a few times as the set director spritzed oil and water around the place to liven up the naked skin and gave Jim a thumbs up.

"Okay?" Jim checked in with Sebastian. He literally couldn't give a flying fuck if Darren teased him again, there was no reason he had to be an insensitive prick. He was used to checking in and dialoguing with sexual partners, that didn't just go away because they were on set.

Neither Seb nor Darren were quite sure who Jim was speaking to, and Sebastian was just trying to concentrate on surviving with his arse tensing and clenching around the nightstick embedded inside him. He looked up and caught a flash of CAM, looking vaguely amused, and gave a snarl, hissing as Darren landed a hand-slap on his arse, "Roll."
Magnussen said again, and the nightstick was grabbed and twisted, his body shuddering into the table, and his dick twitching and leaking in Jim's hands.

Jim clenched his teeth and picked up where he left off, hissing and moaning when he couldn't sensor himself. He dug a fingernail into the slit of Sebastian's cock. He knew Sebastian was a masochist but Jim hadn't been given permission to hurt him so he wouldn't do anything to damage him. After a bit he zoned out and continued mechanically, remembering to mix things up for Sebastian to try and distract him from any discomfort he was feeling.

Sebastian gave a horse yelp as he felt the stinging edge of pain in his cock, his foot attempting to kick forward at Jim under the table, more for some contact with him than anything. It was maddening to have Darren's body all over him, CAM's eyes staring at him, when the person he really wanted to look at and touch was under a table doing exquisitely amazing and painful things to him. He gave a ragged gasp, moaning Richard's name gently and then wincing as Darren heard, laughed, and knocked a fist against his head.

Jim dodged the foot that kicked out under the table, almost smiling in surprise. He startled when he heard Sebastian say his name and arousal further clouded his mind. It bothered him slightly to hear Sebastian moaning a name that wasn't really his. Jim scratched at Sebastian's testicles but he was careful about it, he still remembered Sebastian's threat from the day before.

Darren tugged the night-stick away and Sebastian gave a relieved groan, before his cock was tugged away from Jim's hand and he was thrown face-up onto the table, Darren bending his legs up and smiling evilly, "Alright Richard, get out from under there - let's see if we can really make this guy sing..." Darren's cock was slapping against Seb's entrance, which looked raw and stretched, Sebastian's cuffed wrists pinned above his head as he arched and panted.

Jim blinked hard and tried to focus with the chemicals slowing and dulling his brain. It felt like a heavy fog had settled and it was difficult for him to follow what was happening. But he did as he was told and got out from under the table. He winced when he saw the state of Sebastian's arse. He couldn't imagine what he would be made to do next and somehow it was more difficult to care with his mind shuttered away like this. "Alright boss." He answered simply.

Darren glared at him, irritated and snapped, "Kiss him then, go on." Before tugging a condom out of his pocket and ripping it open. A few more clichés down at Sebastian's gaping arse and tanned spread legs and then his cock was pushing in, while Sebastian gasped and looked back at Jim, mouthing his fake name, pupils blow and eyes dilated.

He nodded and bent over so he could stare at Sebastian, their faces inches apart. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" It was delivered with a curious lilt, and it was off script but things were so dulled that Jim wasn't thinking about that. The question was said quietly enough that the cameras probably hadn't caught it. He stared at Sebastian's expression as it twisted and gaped in pleasure, watching curiously. His eyes latched on to his mouth, the cut he'd left there. Jim traced it with a finger, "Does this hurt?" He lost himself in thought for a moment before he closed the distance between them and kissed the man inquisitively, the fog settling in heavier.

Sebastian made a slightly strangled little noise, arching upwards as Jim spoke. The answer was complicated. He was turned on, but he was enjoying it the way he enjoyed getting horrendously drunk, with a desperate vicious helplessness that he might as well take as much out of the situation as he could get his hands on, even if later he'd feel sickened and shaking. And now this hot little thing was bending over him, finger sliding over the mark he'd made the day before. He didn't answer either of the questions, just closed his eyes and kissed back, hard and desperate as Darren thrust away on the other side of the table.

Kissing a person while they were being fucked by someone else was a… new experience for Jim. It was difficult and there was a lot of uncomfortable teeth clashing together as Sebastian was repeatedly jolted across the table. He got the hang of it eventually but after a while he pulled away. "Greedy aren't you?" Again it was an odd statement, like Jim was slightly surprised by the realization. Jim wrapped one of his hands across Sebastian's throat lightly, a tease more than anything, barely cutting off any air. He went back to kissing Sebastian, running his tongue across Sebastian's lower lip.

Darren scowled, and CAM focused on Jim suddenly, motioning to the camera man to make sure he got him. Until that moment it had seemed like Jim might have to be cut from the final film - given he'd looked stilted, uncertain, and had just been giving an inferior hand-job under the table. Now though, he was being surprisingly sexy - albeit in a vague and slightly sinister way. Sebastian's eyes practically rolled back and he gasped out a "fuck" as Jim's hand wrapped around his throat, tipping his head back towards him, ignoring Darren completely.

He watch Sebastian's head trip back, showing throat. Jim tightened his grip a little bit and leaned down so that he could suck a spot on Sebastian's neck since he'd given him access. Jim hummed a curious note in Sebastian's ear. "What do you want?"

Sebastian had long ago shut down much of his brain to just try and cope with the pain, after holding on through the belt and through the night-stick, and now being rewarded with this awesome little piece. He could see that Jim was distant, that he was taken over by the drug and his own disgust, but all he managed was a gasping moan of "W-want you ... f-fuuuuck..." before he came hard all over himself.

Darren made a disgusted noise and CAM gave a small tut, shaking his head and snapping out, "Break. Moran, clean yourself up, Richard, you're finished for the day I'll email a new script during the week. Darren and Moran, re-shoot once you've recovered, and get the script-writer to call me /now/." With that he stalked into his office. Darren pulled out, tugged the condom off and gave Seb a final hard slap on the arse before heading to the washroom leaving Sebastian shivering on the table.

Jim glared at Darren harshly, he was getting really fucking sick of that guy. He walked off set and grabbed the robe he brought out and a towel and tossed them both to Sebastian who was still shivering on the table. "You okay?" Sebastian certainly didn't /look/ okay, and Jim was bothered that Sebastian would have to reshoot the scene.

Sebastian pushed himself up and flicked a V-sign at the camera man, who was sniggering, tugging the robe around himself. After a few deep breaths he managed to lift his head and give Jim a sheepish grin, waiting until Darren came out of the washroom before pushing himself off the table and limping over, "Yeah, fuck that was ... that was a bit different. You coming?" He rather wanted to clean up with Jim, and in particular to take Jim away from Darren and CAM and the rest of the crew so they could both calm down a bit.

Jim nodded slowly. He felt… open. Or—suggestible was probably a closer word. It was easier to just agree and follow directions when his brain didn't want to work hard enough to come up with its own ideas. Besides, a shower sounded nice. He felt a shudder break through the haze and crawl down his neck. "Okay." He followed behind Sebastian, leaving his costume behind for someone else to pick up.
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Sebastian turned the shower onto hot as soon as they got in, pushing his robe off and taking hold of Jim's chin, looking at both his eyes before letting go. Jim was still hard and would be for a while, and Sebastian gently led him under the water for a minute, "You alright kid? You look a bit ... spaced." He wouldn't have put it passed Mags to put something else into the shot Jim had been given, "Sit down, here, on the bench. A-ah..." He gave an involuntary hiss as the water hit the red lines criss-cross his arse, "Get your head together a bit or you'll be floating out of here."

"You're the one that needs to get your head together if you think I'm—ah. Fuck." Jim couldn't even think of the end of his insult and let it trail off. He just watched Sebastian move instead, noticing where he hurt and what areas he favored. "I fucked it up, didn't I—the thing. Sorry. You have to do it again?"

"What, no!" Sebastian gave a laugh, although a slightly shaky one. "You didn't fuck anything up, I'm the one who came everywhere like a horny teenager. CAM's gonna write you a new script, you could see him watching. I mean he's having fun fucking around with you at the moment, but he does also want to make some money out of you. They'll want to redo him fucking me, without you in the scene. I don't have to do it all again, thank fuck."

Jim sighed in relief, sitting on the bench like he'd been told. "Well at least someone's having a good time," he referenced Magnussen. The hot water was all at once clearing his head and somehow making it worse. The sensation of hot water helped him think but the relaxing effect it had made it easier to slip into the fog. Jim was very annoyed to see that he was still hard and he glared at his erection. "Fuck's sake." He muttered.

Sebastian couldn't help a smile at Jim's predicament. Coming over he knelt down in front of him, cocking his head at the erect cock. "Do you want me to ...?" He guestured at it. An orgasm wouldn't make it come down completely, but it would help relieve the pressure and would get Seb back in the mood as well. On the other hand, after all that had gone down, he could see why Jim wouldn't be keen.

"Okay," Jim muttered automatically. If he'd been thinking straight he would have said no on principle, but the fact was he /couldn't/ think straight with the drugs dulling his mind. Right now he didn't care about any future embarrassments or setting a bad precedent, he just wanted—something. Contact. Something that was /real/, that didn't come with strings and hidden agendas. "If you're sure."

"Course I am, you were the only thing making that shoot bearable..." there was a small piece of conscience telling Sebastian that this wasn't the most perfectly consenting of situations, but he'd long ago given up finding perfect, and was more than happy to settle for sort-of. Kneeling down he gently stroked Jim's cock, and then slid his lips around it, closing his eyes as his head bobbed up and down, tasting Jim and feeling him, hard and drugged in his mouth.

Jim felt warmed at Sebastian's words, a little smile making its way onto his face. Then Sebastian's mouth was on him and he bit his lip hard to keep down a surprised shout. He was incredibly sensitive right now, the sensation was almost too much like this. "Shit! Shit." Jim heart rate sped up and he reached out his hands to touch Sebastian's hair, watching water droplets dangle from his locks.

Sebastian slowed down his movements as Jim swore, although he knew that pretty much anything done on a dick this hard and injected would be difficult to take. Sliding his mouth off he replaced it with his hand, blowing gently on the tip as his fist worked up and down in strong slow motions, jerking Jim as the hands tangled in his hair. When he thought Jim was ready, he took it up in his mouth again, sucking gently.

Jim whined at the painful sensitivity of Sebastian's hands on him and tried to keep himself from squirming too much. He adjusted one leg so that the back of his knee went over Sebastian's shoulder, giving him better access. Jim hissed when he felt Sebastian's mouth on him again but the pressure wasn't as strong this time. Jim tugged the man's hair encouragingly as he moaned and tried not to arch up into the wet heat of his mouth.

Jim was practically crawling over him now, which Sebastian took as encouragement. While he didn't speed up, he continued sucking, sliding his mouth back and forth and pleased for the little tingling tugs at his hair, not to mention the closeness of the smooth young skin and Jim's voice and body. He'd fallen embarrassingly hard, which he knew would become a problem down the line, but given he still had another hard fuck from Darren to come, with an already sore arse, he figured he deserved a bit of time out.

Jim's breaths were coming in short staccato bursts, he felt like his whole body was burning. He was close to tears he was so painfully turned on. Of course he was aroused and it felt unbearably good but there was also something wrong with it, like the pleasure was only in his body and not connected to his mind. Jim moaned loudly and ran his hand through Sebastian's hair, soothing the scalp he'd tugged on. "Seb, I'm going to—fuck!" Jim arched his back against the wall but managed to hold back his orgasm for another minute.

"S'okay ...cum ..." Seb murmured around Jim's cock. He knew that CAM got all the new boys checked out for illness, and while it was more than possible that Jim had fucked around during the last two days, or indeed that Seb had just caught something from Darren, he didn't particularly care. He wanted to taste Jim and that was all that mattered, tugging at his cock he sucked hard, bobbing his mouth right down over the sensitive skin.

Jim curled his fingers through Sebastian's hair as he came in the man's mouth, his orgasm ripped from him. Jim gasped for air as he tried to steady himself but he didn't have anything to anchor himself to. He moved his leg from off Sebastian and hunched forward until his forehead rested against the other man's shoulder. He craved contact desperately and he gripped the back of Sebastian's neck with one hand to hold him in place while Jim breathed heavily against his ear. Sebastian was steady like a rock and Jim closed his eyes against the dizziness. "Thank you." He murmured.

Sebastian could feel the desperate scrambling and wrapped his arms around him, sitting on the bench next to him with a hiss as his wet ass touched the wood and then with a sigh pulling Jim into his arms, "Fuck you're a cute little thing." He mumbled, "Really cute. I see Mags looking at you and I want to tear those stupid glasses off and stab him in the eyes with them." The water was still misting over them in a fine spray.

Jim was shaking, he didn't even know why anymore. Relief probably. His head was clearer now, he could think around the fog. "Do you think he's going to—touch me? I know, fuck all it matters what with being here and all I just don't- sorry." Jim bit down on the concern that had built in him since Magnussen had first approached him, he'd been afraid of that this whole time but hadn't been able to voice the question until now. Now that he was able to calm down and he'd finished his first weekend of work. Fuck. Maybe his head wasn't totally on straight yet. He gripped Sebastian's shoulders tighter, reveling in the comfort such a simple thing brought.

Sebastian hesitated, wrapping arms tighter around Jim and not sure whether to go for comforting or realistic. "I-I gotta say kid, probably yes, eventually. I had to give him a blow job yesterday just to calm him down. One thing though, he'll not go anywhere near your arse. He'll get other people to, on the set, but he won't touch it, won't for any of the models or actors. God knows why."

Jim barely kept a sob from escaping; he took a deep breath instead. He was freaked out and part of him wondered if any of this was worth it, worth going through. "I'm sorry," he said instead of going down that path. "I wouldn't have fucked around so much if I'd known you'd—have to do that. I thought he'd just be pissed at me." Jim kept his face tucked against Sebastian's neck as his hands clung too tightly.

"Shhh ... alright, calm down." Sebastian glanced nervously around the washroom, but nobody seemed about to bother them. With CAM in his office they were probably enjoying the down-time. He looked helplessly at the kid curled up in his lap. This wasn't really his strong point, cheering people up, and it didn't help he could see exactly what Jim was so worried about, and knew he was right to bother. "Look we both pissed around, OK? I could've popped you one on the head then beat your arse while you recovered. 'S not the first time I've done it. Mags likes control, and if he thinks he's got it over you he pretty much leaves you alone." And then finally, finally he broke the taboo and mentioned it. "Look, everyone has reasons to be here. I dunno what your reason is, but he's using it to get you down, and he's using every reaction you make to find /more/ ways of getting to you. Right now you're freaking, so I'll bet every penny I have, which is about two of them, that next week you'll get a softer ride as he tries you out. Watson or someone. That way he'll keep you, hook you, reel you in. Now my way of dealing with bastards like that is decking them. I can't deck Mags so I roll with the punches. Watson hangs onto his morals, thinks he's a better person than Mags which, let's face it, he is. You find a way of dealing. And you should at least enjoy your week." He took a breath, it was something of a long speech for him, and then sighed, nuzzling against Jim's neck, "You're all warm and soft."

Jim felt himself calm down a little as Sebastian talked, even if his words themselves weren't all that hopeful. "I didn't-know. If I was the only one. If everyone else was in on it- with him. It's isolating thinking everyone is out to get you." Jim chuckled even though that feeling of being cornered and backed into a wall wasn't really funny. "Next time you should just hit me over the head. I would have deserved it. Wasn't thinking straight." He still wasn't, which was probably part of the reason this conversation was happening at all.

Sebastian chuckled, knowing he was breaking the rules in a fairly big way by revealing this, but his arms were full of a wet naked Jim and he didn't care all that much. "Oh no, don't worry. We're all here on sufferance. Even squeaky-clean Watson. No fucking clue what big secret he's got, although I've heard rumours his sisters in a bad way or something." He smirked, gently bopping Jim on the side of the head with a fist, "Right. Got it. Although it'll be more fun paddling that cute little bum of yours if you're squirming around on my lap. I spent enough time slapping unconscious blokes in the army."

"I shouldn't feel better that everyone's in the same shit position, but I do." Jim chuckled tiredly and sat up a bit in Sebastian's lap. "Alright, I hear you. I can't promise to behave all the time, but I'll make an effort. How's that?"

Sebastian grinned and rubbed at his lower lip, still bruised, "'S long as you're still walking and not broken that's good enough for me. Get your head sorted, yeah?" he tapped at Jim's dark strands, "Remember, he's looking for signs of weakness. Just, and I'm sure you've got this already, don't be fucking sarcastic or push him. That man does not bluff. First time he shoved a dildo up me he bent down and asked if it felt OK, I spat in his face and told him I could easily take two more. That was... not a fun shoot." He stood up, depositing Jim on the bench, then kissed the top of his head again. "Alright, piss off and go be a student. Study. Get drunk. Eat pot-noodles. I'll see you next weekend."

Jim nodded, taking Sebastian's words to heart. He was sure he'd still slip but, but he was determined not to get anyone else in trouble again. Jim pulled on his clothes, his hard on had finally gone down at some point and couldn't help smiling a bit even if he had very little to be smiling about. He felt like he owed Sebastian something on account of him being the least shitty person here. "Erm… my name's James. Jim."