Characters: Chris Evans the Actor, Henry Cavill the Actor, OFC Sarah, OFC John
Summary: We’re introduced to the characters and how they interact with one another. As John prepares for his trip to get supplies during the unexpected snowstorm, shenanigans begin.
Rating: Explicit 18+ NSFW
Warnings: Flirting, Hints of Infidelity,
Word Count: 2,815
Visuals of the House on The Mountain
Henry and Chris had already been filming there for a couple of weeks when the set had to cease. The snow started to come down hard and they weren’t planning on it fading for at least a few days. It wasn’t news that the two men would be stuck in the confinements of the beautiful luxurious home, since they had rented the entire bed and breakfast of a mansion out to just the two celebrity VIPSs, but after the first day of extreme snowfall, it had been apparent that the owner John, needed to trudge into town on the snowmobile to get supplies before it was too late.
The four people who had been living in the house alone these past few weeks are standing in the kitchen as the arrangements for the emergency trip begin.
Sarah is puttering around in the well-lit kitchen. The pot lights in the ceiling give off the most incredible light on her features while she reaches for beer glasses for her guests.
As the two other men in the room chat with one another, Cavill who’s on his laptop at the kitchen’s eating island notices her form reaching its limits as she attempts to collect the glass on the top shelf. The curve of her ass in the grey yoga pants seem to draw his attention most. The tight inner arcs around her waist delectably define all of the erotic things he had already wished to do to her in the night, and when she turned, the peak of her breasts called out to him as if they were screaming for attention in her relaxed fitting button up blouse.
Cavill’s sight travels to her eyes as she turns and silently displays the glass in her hand to ensure it’s to his liking. While the other men’s voices carry in the large room, he smiles at her and nods his approval as she places the glass onto the counter and starts reaching for another just like it, on the top shelf.
With Sarah’s husband in the room, Cavill forces his eyes to become lost in the LCD screen in front of him. He finds solitude quickly, ignoring the male voices and becoming enthralled in his administration.
“I shouldn’t be long really,” John explains to Sarah and Chris. “I don’t think I should have any problems on the snowmobile. It should take me less than a few hours, but if I do have problems, I have my cell. I can’t guarantee I’ll have signal, but when I know I do, I’ll give you guys a call to let you know.”
Chris is leaning against the far side of the kitchen island and realizes as John talks, Sarah is stretching for dear life for the second beer glass. He takes a quick peek at her figure before taking the few steps and reaching over her for the glass. As she places the balls of her feet back onto the floor, his chest hits the back of her head.
But the contact that makes the most impression on Sarah is Chris’ half-mast cock on her ass. She feels a small protrusion as she slides down his body, and her temptation wins as she pivots her plump flesh back into him. The contact doesn’t last long though and Chris is walking back to his spot in the kitchen, seeming to not have noticed their physical touch.
In these past few weeks, contact has been more playful than ever and the two men who are guests in the house have become increasingly closer to Sarah as time moves forward. With two brooding gentlemen in the house, John seems to be quite relaxed with them in his own home and the subtle flirting they have made towards his wife.
Chris leans and looks to John directly from a few small steps away. “I’m not too concerned about the supplies we need John, it’s not like we can’t live without milk for a few days. I’d feel better about the situation if you stayed here with us, at least we’d know you’d be safe.”
As she holds the glass in her hand, Sarah turns and looks at Chris until he looks back. She politely sends a flirty smile to him and raises the large glass shaking it gently, silently thanking him for his assistance.
As John momentarily talks to the floor, she can see Chris take his opportunity to wink at her and smile confidently, hiding the expression from her husband.
“Nah, it’s quite alright. It’s not like I’ve never done this before, right hun?” He leans over to Sarah and takes her waist squeezing her tight. She remains silent and starts to wipe the beer glasses out with the clean kitchen towel. “Besides, if we’re going to be stuck here for a few days, I want to make sure you boys enjoy your stay to the fullest – and that includes having milk in the house.”
“Well it’s not that we don’t appreciate your hospitality, but it seems a little much of a hike to me. Unnecessary almost, if you know what I mean,” Chris raises his hands as if he was giving up, “Not to step on your toes by any means.”
Sarah walks from one end of the kitchen to the other and opens the fridge door. As she bends to a lower level of the elegant stainless steel fridge and reaches for bottles of the beer, three pairs of eyes are fixated on nothing else in the room, but her. Her rump is round and it calls to all of them in different sexual fantasies that remain nonvocal.
The clinking of the beer bottles are heard, and her hip accidentally makes contact with John’s leg. Naturally looking to the cause, he backs away and gives her more space.
His vision is followed with Chris’ and Cavill’s. As John talks with ease, all three men take their time viewing Sarah’s assets until four beer bottles are wound in her fingers. “I appreciate that Chris, I do. And I know that you boys here aren’t a threat to Sarah, so I presume that if I’m gone longer than expected, she’ll be taken care of properly.” He looks back to the men who are already looking into his eyes, “I can count on ya’s to take care of my Missus here, right?”
As if she wasn’t listening at all, Sarah stands tall with beers clutched between her fingers and pushes the door closed with her elbow, forcing the fixture gears to slow on its own as she walks back to the now polished containers.
Chris waves his open hands in the air once, shrugging to agree, “Of course.”
“John stop,” Sarah interrupts. “These two men here,” and she turns to face them both. The solo female voice in the house has all of their attention at once, “know damn well that a woman runs this place, and that if anyone will be taking care of someone – it’ll be me.” She plants her feet and crosses her arms, lifting her plush breasts in the process.
While Chris does his best not to concentrate on her somewhat purposeful display, Cavill is set back further from the other two men and takes more than a moment to soak it up before she drops her arms.
John wraps his arm around her and pulls her in. The two exchange a small and simple kiss before he releases her. Their spectators notice the ongoing awkwardness the couple has been sharing. She seems forced to linger her smile with him, and as John turns and steps away, her eyes dart, playing with lust as she looks carefully at Chris.
He chuckles to himself and walks by Sarah, picking up one of the beer bottles on the counter and emptying its contents into the glass, himself.
John’s voice is heard from the other room as Sarah playfully bumps Chris’ arm and his drink spills onto the counter. They make eye contact and snicker together.
“Sarah, I need some extra blankets for the trip just in case of emergencies. Do you mind fetching me some? I should be going in the next twenty minutes if I want to get to town in good time.”
Unbeknownst to Chris or Sarah, Cavill’s eyes travel back and forth from her beautiful curves and her backside, to the LCD screen where he tries to stay focused. The mere fact that John has left the room, gives Cavill the opportunity to drink up what he can of Sarah before he’s back in the room again and he needs to hide his peeks.
As Chris places the glass to his lips and takes the first sip of the full-bodied dark beer, she takes a deep breath and turns. “I have NO IDEA where they are John,” her voice seems agitated as her eyes remain closed. “The last time you needed them was months ago.” She throws her hand in the air as Chris swallows his drink and Cavill starts to become concerned for her tone.
They all hear John’s indifferent voice from an even further distance, “Check the storage room. I think they’re in there somewhere.”
She huffs and her eyes widen. “Yeah, like that’s going to be an easy task.” She turns around back to the counter and carries the empty glass and beer bottle to Cavill.
“The storage room is the larger room in the first basement, correct?” His British accent is heaven to her ears and a small grin appears as she looks into his eyes. It’s a beautiful break from a current small inconvenience.
“That’s right.” Images of the abundance of mess enter her mind with clothes, furniture and other belongings piled all over the room. With space to walk safely on, it still looks as though it’s an establishment of a former antique store employee.
“I can see why you don’t want to bother, but I’m more than happy to help find them with you, if you’d like.”
An honest and thankful surprise appears over her face, “Thank you Henry, that’s very kind of you. I would appreciate that.”
“No problem, that’s what gentlemen do.”
Chris chuckles to himself waiting to find a quick comment back, “I’m a gentlemen, you just said of the idea first.”
“Okay, old man,” he says in return and they share a laugh as Cavill and Sarah leave Chris standing in the kitchen taking another swig of his beer.
When Cavill and Sarah reach the lower level of the building, it’s another wide open space. Must fills their nostrils and a cold chill is felt in the room. The old dining room is darkened with sheets covering furniture still in its place. They slowly walk through the dim lit area, Cavill with his hands in his pockets eyeing all of the fabric he can, to see any signs of folded blankets while Sarah searches lightly, shuffling through heavy material that looks anything like emergency blankets.
Sarah is diligently looking without words. Cavill looks at her from afar and smiles. “They’re not going anywhere. No need to rush.” He notices an older looking armchair with heavy duty arms and plants himself on one side of the chair. Beside him on the seat lay old clothes, tablecloths and material of other sorts. He raises his leg and places his foot on the edge, leaning on his elbow watching Sarah as she continues to search. He smiles at her as she reacts cutely to his words.
Shaking her head and not paying much attention to him physically, she tosses fabric after fabric down and searches with her eyes, “It’s the fact that I can’t find anything in this mess. Why would someone throw things down here anyway, it’s like a black hole.”
Cavill chuckles to himself and looks down. His hand now laying open and comfortably on his thick thigh. Sarah looks up to see him sitting and wonders why the cute laughter. “What?”
Henry’s bright smile beams at Sarah as he looks up. His chiseled jaw line is the beginning and end of handsome dreams. The infamous cuspid tooth dazzles her for moments before she realizes she’s staring, and that he’s staring back.
His smile fades and they look at each other from across the room. With the opportunity to take the conversation where he wants, he pauses to allow the tension and interest to fill the room.
The clench of his jaw is seen as she waits patiently for his answer, feeling the sexual tension and allowing it to overcome them. Her heart races, waiting for those moments to come to a close but enjoy them while they last.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
In a sort of disbelief, her eyes widen and she takes lengthy footsteps towards him quickly. “What?!” She snickers as his face lights up again, “What did you say?” And he’s shaking his head. With a small slouch, they’re eye to eye level, and while she stands between the open space of his parted legs leaning into him and watching his mouth, he speaks the same words again, slower and with more sexual nature.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this. For the chance to have you to myself, alone.”
Entranced by his lips, voice and accent, she parts her lips aching to kiss him. Her eyes seem to droop in a type of lust while she asks him to clarify, “Why, what would you do with me?” Her voice is almost down to a whisper as she peers at his tongue flicking over his lips to wet them. A shine is left and it furthers her need for that specific physical contact.
Henry’s hand reaches for hers and he holds it while exhaling with his throat. A dire need he can’t bear any longer and one he knows she shares, beats his restraint. He leans in slowly and cautiously watching for a reaction.
She stills, waiting for his lips to hit hers and they gently press against one another’s as she closes her eyes. It’s quick and ends just as fast as it begins. But Sarah isn’t through and leans forward into Henry for another. This time, it’s lasting and followed by another with open mouths, slowly welcoming the wet slithering tongues to join the fun. The turns of heads are made as the last kiss turns fierce and full of passion. She allows a small whine to escape while Henry pulls her closer into him and an open mouth breath slips from him. Her fingers move through his hair on the back of his neck and they shift while they continue to take advantage of this first rare situation.
Her hands open and find his thigh as she rubs up and down his leg. His lip gets pulled into her mouth and she sucks gently and allows it to slide out of hers. He quickly pounces and finds her top lip, pulling and using his teeth to bite down. She gasps and pulls back coming into a clear consciousness.
As the bite he’s left creates it’s own heat, her eyes roam over the side of the room and she sees movement from a door in the far back corner. Chris, she thinks. “Oh my God,” she whispers. “I am so sorry. I am… so—“
“No, it’s not your fault. It’s truly mine. My apologies.”
“Jesus,” she’s barely had the time to realize what he’s said to her, “He saw us. Oh my God, what have I started?”
Henry turns to the corner of the back room as Sarah scrambles, looking for the blankets again. Regardless of who it was, the two of them were seen, and nonetheless of what her reaction was to the stolen kiss, he attempts to assist. “The blankets – they’re over there, I’m pretty sure.” He points to another chair and there stacked nicely are three thick wool blankets, perfect for emergencies.
She races to get them and turns to Henry clearing her throat, “I… I mean,” her eyes flutter and she smiles, her cheeks turning rosy in the process. “We should go, come on.” Her free hand holds out for his. Naturally he takes it as she leads him to the door where she believes she’s seen their spectator, up the stairs and to the back door where John is placing supplies on the snowmobile.
It’s a different pace once they’re with the other two. She hands the blankets over to John as Cavill stands in behind. “Call me okay?” Sarah asks, “I need to make sure you’ve at least made it into town.” The attached garage starts to open as John climbs on. They all turn to see Chris has pushed the button for John’s departure.
One of the corners of Chris’ mouth raises and they turn away.
Sarah shares a moment with John, simply with eye contact.
“Don’t worry so much. I’ll be back for dinner.”
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