Right, Center, Left
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Category:
M through R › Revolver
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
852
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the movie that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Right, Center, Left
Title: Right, Center, Left
Author: RockabillySaint
Pairing: Jake/Avi with a side of Zach
Warning: M/M, voyeurism
Summary: Jake doesn’t have to do this, but he wants to.
Note: This movie was basically begging for slash, but given the content I can understand why there’s not fiction for it. Why everyone seems to hate this flick though is beyond me.
The title refers to the Kabbalic trinity that is represented with Zach (right), Jake(center), and Avi(left). ________________________________________________________________
You walk into the room, notice something is off.
“Where’s Zach?” You ask, looking around as if the man would jump out from behind a chair. There was never one without the other - Avi and Zach are attached at the fucking hip. They finish each other’s sentences for Chrissakes.
Avi shakes his head and chuckles to himself. “He’s in the other room.” And then there’s a shift in the air, a sudden realization that hits you like a shot to the gut, like a kick to the head.
He wants you.
“He watching?” You have no reason to ask that question, because you can’t see him, but it’s in inkling, an instinct. For a man like you, it’s half the game. “Yes, he is actually.”
“Doesn’t like to join in?” Avi laughs again, louder this time, grinning at you. “Sometimes. But not today.” He takes off his hat and throws it onto a chair. “He doesn’t like you.”
“But he’ll watch anyway.”
“Exactly.”
You nod and take off your jacket.
Why are you doing this?
You don’t have to do this.
But you want to, because you haven’t been laid in fuck knows how long.
Moments pass, dragging on with the tick of the clock on the corner, a cuckoo clock of all things. The blinds are drawn, yellow light pouring through the cracks of bands across Avi’s face, across his dark skin and your hand looks so white against it, so alien.
You know the routine.
It doesn’t mean anything when you kiss him, because you’re both thinking of someone else. There’s no feelings involved when you push him up against the wall.
The light fades from the yellow of sunset to the artificial glow of halogen, the life blood of Vegas. Then he’s got his legs wrapped around your torso, his breath in your ear and whimpering with every buck of your hips and you can just picture Zach jerking off to the sight, wondering if he’s even fucked Avi. By the feel of him you wouldn’t know, it grips around you like a fucking vice.
When the clock chimes it’s over.
You’re both sweaty and sticking together and for the life of you you can’t figure out why the fuck you did it.
“Because you’ve always wanted to.” Says Avi, like he can read your mind, even though you know he can’t. And you nod and step away, combing your hair back with your hand before sliding your pants back up. Avi looks smug and satisfied, and you turn to the window, blinking back the sting of the counterfeit glare.
You wanted it Jake.
No, I didn’t.
You did, and you’re not over me. You’ll never be.
“Same time tomorrow?” You nod, wondering if it was Avi or you who said it, knowing it doesn’t matter either way.
Author: RockabillySaint
Pairing: Jake/Avi with a side of Zach
Warning: M/M, voyeurism
Summary: Jake doesn’t have to do this, but he wants to.
Note: This movie was basically begging for slash, but given the content I can understand why there’s not fiction for it. Why everyone seems to hate this flick though is beyond me.
The title refers to the Kabbalic trinity that is represented with Zach (right), Jake(center), and Avi(left). ________________________________________________________________
You walk into the room, notice something is off.
“Where’s Zach?” You ask, looking around as if the man would jump out from behind a chair. There was never one without the other - Avi and Zach are attached at the fucking hip. They finish each other’s sentences for Chrissakes.
Avi shakes his head and chuckles to himself. “He’s in the other room.” And then there’s a shift in the air, a sudden realization that hits you like a shot to the gut, like a kick to the head.
He wants you.
“He watching?” You have no reason to ask that question, because you can’t see him, but it’s in inkling, an instinct. For a man like you, it’s half the game. “Yes, he is actually.”
“Doesn’t like to join in?” Avi laughs again, louder this time, grinning at you. “Sometimes. But not today.” He takes off his hat and throws it onto a chair. “He doesn’t like you.”
“But he’ll watch anyway.”
“Exactly.”
You nod and take off your jacket.
Why are you doing this?
You don’t have to do this.
But you want to, because you haven’t been laid in fuck knows how long.
Moments pass, dragging on with the tick of the clock on the corner, a cuckoo clock of all things. The blinds are drawn, yellow light pouring through the cracks of bands across Avi’s face, across his dark skin and your hand looks so white against it, so alien.
You know the routine.
It doesn’t mean anything when you kiss him, because you’re both thinking of someone else. There’s no feelings involved when you push him up against the wall.
The light fades from the yellow of sunset to the artificial glow of halogen, the life blood of Vegas. Then he’s got his legs wrapped around your torso, his breath in your ear and whimpering with every buck of your hips and you can just picture Zach jerking off to the sight, wondering if he’s even fucked Avi. By the feel of him you wouldn’t know, it grips around you like a fucking vice.
When the clock chimes it’s over.
You’re both sweaty and sticking together and for the life of you you can’t figure out why the fuck you did it.
“Because you’ve always wanted to.” Says Avi, like he can read your mind, even though you know he can’t. And you nod and step away, combing your hair back with your hand before sliding your pants back up. Avi looks smug and satisfied, and you turn to the window, blinking back the sting of the counterfeit glare.
You wanted it Jake.
No, I didn’t.
You did, and you’re not over me. You’ll never be.
“Same time tomorrow?” You nod, wondering if it was Avi or you who said it, knowing it doesn’t matter either way.