Characters: Chris Evans the Actor, Henry Cavill the Actor, OFC Sarah, OFC John
Summary: Sarah, Henry and Chris share a dinner together while John is still MIA. They further display their competition for her by flirting. One of the men offer her a foot massage.
Rating: Explicit 18+ NSFW
Warnings: Flirting, Fantasies, Foot Massage, Hints of Infidelity,
Word Count: 3,487
Visuals of the House on The Mountain
Its dinner time in the mansion and Sarah is dressed in one of her comfortable yet pleasant outfits; a red V-neck blouse carved to her liking with a touch of black lace, peeking over the hills of her breasts. Tight jeans accent her hips and a long necklace add sparkle to her skin. Her strappy sandals clip the floor as she arranges the dishes on the table, somewhat nervously. The dinner she’s prepared for her guests will be more than interesting, since the three of them will be eating together at the same table, alone for the first time.
The final touch is the music she sets to a low volume, drowning out any awkward silence that’s more than likely to arise. She presses her damp palms against her thighs and wipes away her nerves, takes a deep breath and calls them to the table. “Okay guys, dinner is served!” She closes her eyes in a type of regret, with a small grin forming on her lips. She looks at the table with three spots setup at the master dining table with beer where it should be, and wine of both colours waiting for their first glasses.
She turns to the kitchen and recognizes the light beaming on the bread in the oven. She calmly walks over and peeks through the thick glass looking over the finished product. It’s golden brown to perfection. She smiles and reaches for the oven mitt, pulls out the bread and places it on the counter. Before she knows it, Chris is by her side closing the oven door.
“Wouldn’t want someone to get burned now, would we?” The sparkle in his eye tells Sarah there’s a second meaning to his chosen words. She hides her own flirt as best she can and disregards his by looking away.
“Thank you for your help, Chris. You can take a seat and start serving yourself.”
“You look beautiful.”
She cocks her head to one side and holds his stare, “Thank you,” quickly looking him over. He’s wearing a tighter shirt then he has been seen in around the house. Even though there’s a plaid shirt over it, it’s only half buttoned. Her eyes can’t resist glancing at his Tolle tattoo, then darts her eyes to the floor. “You as well. With that flannel you’d fit right in, if you lived here.” She tugs at bottom of the soft plaid with her free hand and recomposes her confidence, dashing her own gleam at him.
He comes in close and as he moves towards her, she can feel the heat between them grow quickly. He’s closer than he’s ever been and before she knows it, he’s backed her up against the counter. Her eyes pounce on his chest and the tease of that black ink scripted into his flesh becomes the focal point. She stares at it with her chest rising and falling, too intimidated to look up, knowing how sexy that innocent yet meaningful quote can be.
He hovers over her, watching her breathe while she’s frozen in place, takes a deep breath in then out, apparently drinking in her scent. His exhale is complete as he takes his time to tell her, “That fresh bread of yours smells amazing. I’m sure it’s nice and moist in the center too.”
Her mind flies to his subliminal meaning and she bites her lip that doesn’t hide her smile well, thinking of her own core as it squeezes with him against her. He’s so close their mouths could meet.
His red lips are plump and he licks them once, collecting all her thoughts. Involuntarily she parts her lips as she stares up at his mouth.
He peels himself off of her body and backs away. His arm she didn’t know that had traveled behind her, comes forward. Taken from the small bowl behind her, he places a black olive in his mouth. He smiles as he walks to the table knowing her eyes are following him.
Once he’s turned, she inhales deeply and can’t help but allow the smile to overcome her. She shakes her head and turns, placing her hands on the counter’s edge and feeling the swell in her heartbeat. She closes her eyes momentarily and tells herself that this night could be fun.
…
Most of the conversation the boys have is work related, promotional and publicity – nothing that Sarah can entertain herself with, or become a part of. She’s used to this and contentedly enjoys listening to their sexy voices, looking up once in awhile to see their beautiful faces. It’s not every day she gets to sit with handsome celebrities.
She makes eye contact a few times and it’s no different than when John was there. They all hide their flirts and small hints of smirks with sexual energy attached. The tension is high and they play off of each other as if it’s a game.
All in all, Sarah doesn’t feel out of place and when silence sneaks up on the three of them, she allows the quiet, enjoying the alone time she has with these men. The wine has helped calm her nerves not feeling the pressure to speak just to fill the void.
Bite after bite is consumed as she watches the men with their proper dinner table etiquette. Henry has a habit of sitting back in his chair when he takes a breather from his food or prepares his own side of the conversation. She observes him become relaxed in the setting easily, still remaining a gentleman and having respect for all things around him. His body seems turned to the head of the table, which is coincidentally where Sarah is sitting. She can’t help but become lost in his incredible clean shaven face, the jaw line, his high cheek bones, and the magnificent indentation on the sides of his face. This man beside her is incredibly handsome.
She takes the time to appreciate his lips – the ones she kissed earlier that same day. She thinks about how soft they were and how gentle he was when he was hesitant for her consent. Her mind twists and turns and she thinks about how much they showed one another they wanted each other. Her cue being when that bottom lip of his was in her mouth as she sucked on it, and his cue being when her lip was in his mouth when he bit her. Those white teeth make her momentarily fantasize of more bite marks on other areas of her body that are currently covered.
She suddenly feels a chill in the air and the effect takes it’s toll on the peak of her breasts. Still aroused from her fantasies, she sits up and relaxes back into her seat, but not before she catches his eye.
His smile finally shows, and when the peak of his smile mounts, his beautiful eyes look at her and somehow speak to her. There’s nothing else than knowing no one in the room has his attention like you do. She notices his jaw move subtly and looks to his shirt and then to the table, ridding any sort of awkward moment and ending her lustful stare.
Sarah’s eyes return to her own food and as she realizes she’s already eaten more than she should, she reaches for her glass and takes another sip of her red wine, listening vaguely as the two men continue to ramble. They bicker back and forth and she understands some of the poking references they make to each other since they’ve been in the house for weeks. When she places her glass back onto the table, Henry is quick to refill it, and a sudden change of conversation takes place before she can ask what he’s doing.
“So when John said he couldn’t make it home, was it because he didn’t think he could drive the snowmobile back? Because I’m sorry but, that’s what snowmobiles are for. They make it through the worst snow.” Chris seems entertained by the fact that he made it to town, but was unable to make it back shortly after.
Sarah clears her throat, “It’s not the snow, it’s the snowstorm. Snowmobiles are a lot like driving anything; a car, a motorcycle… If your vision is impaired, you won’t be able to see. So the snowstorm is bad enough where John thinks it’s dangerous to ride, even if he attempts to stay on the trail. There’s a lot of trees he has to swerve through on the way down and up, so I get it when he says he doesn’t want to take the chance.”
The boys sit in brief silence comprehending the information she’s quickly given them to ponder. Chris nods in agreement, “Well then I guess we should be thankful that he made it there in the first place. I mean, it didn’t seem all that bad when he left—“
As Chris starts to drift into a sceptic territory, Cavill takes the reigns, “I’m sure John is doing the best he can, given the situation, and regardless of what’s happened or what’s happening, we’re all safe, and that’s what matters most.” Henry leans towards Sarah and taps her hand that rests beside her place-setting. “Thank you for letting us know he made it there safely. I can only imagine what you must be feeling right now.” His sense of gratitude has everyone in the room back to the basics of protection and safety, raising awareness of emotion where it might be daunting for Sarah.
She shakes her head, “I know he’s fine. He’s a big boy and it was his choice to make the silly run into town. It’s not that big of a deal. I know I’ll be good here at the house, with… you two.” Her eyes reciprocate between the two gorgeous men and in another moment of silence, her eyes play with the thought of all of them together in the house alone.
Cavill sits back and folds his fingers together in his lap with a smirk, forcing her eyes to graze the the thick muscles of his thighs. Chris leans towards the table for his beer, suddenly and unexpectedly interested, “You’ve been busy, all day, here in the house. I know it’s a big house but you keep yourself busy even if there’s only two guests here. Your feet must be tired.”
Instinctively, Sarah moves her toes around in her sandals and looks to the floor. “Yeah, they get kind of sore from time to time—“
“Well, why don’t you let me ease some of the tension? It’s the least I can do to thank you, for taking good care of us.” A slight grin overwhelms him.
Sarah waits to see the whole smile before responding, but she too has a full one of her own as it stretches from ear to ear. “Thank you Chris, but it’s my job. I take care of you and the house because that’s what I get paid to do. It’s my dream and my pleasure to take care of you. Making sure you have everything that you need and are taken care of is my priority.”
Chris places his glass of beer on the table and rearranges his chair so that he’s facing her and closer to her than Cavill is. He parts his legs and taps his lap, “Then consider it an offering. Come on, I’m sure you’ll like it. I’ve been told I’m good with my hands.”
Refusing to involve Henry, she avoids looking at him and her eyes remain locked on Chris’. As he waits for her feet in his sprawling hands, she knows this innocent request of his isn’t so innocent and is tumbling further down the road of a physical and sexual relationship, all in display of Henry.
He licks his lips and raises his eyebrow playfully.
With his aligning facial features, this man is also incredibly handsome. A small squint in his eye is playful and genuine. His long eyelashes sweep as he blinks, the perfect bridge of his nose conveys a straight-shooter with wit, and the tiny freckles scattered across his skin hint at boyish charm. She’d be crazy not to have any part of this man not on her if he offered. “I can’t say no, can I?”
“You can say no, but I won’t have it for long.”
Sarah takes a deep breath, sinks into her seat and carefully places her sandaled feet in his lap. The room remains silent of conversation and the music Sarah has chosen fills their ears. She watches as his fingers carefully open the straps, slipping them through the clasp and making them bare. Somehow the removal of her shoes is sexy as he seems to have prolonged the act into something more meaningful.
His hands are warm and she feels his strength when he starts to maneuver her overworked delicate muscles. He squeezes the sides together and her foot curves with his handling.
A warm pool from her core escapes the confinements of her lips as she settles into a more relaxed environment at the table, and before closing her eyes for a non-verbal thank you to Chris, she rolls her head to the other side at Henry, who is watching her enjoyable facial expression with more than a smile than she expected. The cuspid that left a small indent on her lip is blinding and she can’t stop thinking about the bite… or the ones that could be.
…
She toys with her lips as she looks at and laughs with Cavill, who keeps her mind filled with the story of his Superman callback. She feels Chris’ stare during her conversation with the other man. Suddenly, Chris has a comment for Cavill and it makes the three of them burst into laughter.
She turns her attention back to Chris who starts his own amusing story of a callback, and can feel the stare of Henry as she listens to Chris’ voice.
With all of the dishes and food still laying out, it feels late to Sarah as if they’ve been laughing and drinking the night away at the table. They’ve kept her mind busy, and off of responsibilities and duties she should be concentrating on, but with a quick catch of the clock on the wall, a bit of a conscious blur washes over her as she realizes she needs to take an Advil and head to bed. She clears her mind and prepares to announce her departure, but as Chris pushes on the ball of her feet once again. She hums from the enjoyment and her sweet and succulent noise silence the room. She places her head back on the chair and closes her eyes while his hands start to pick up, kneading at just the right pressure. “Chris, oh my God! You really are good with your hands! Fuck…” she whines.
Silence remains as she feels the men watching her become a little too relaxed. Her cheeks feel warm and she knows she’s flushed, caused by the never-ending glass of wine that Henry’s kept refilling for her. It’s then she finalizes her thoughts, “I need to go to bed—Actually, I need to take an Advil, then go to bed.” She opens her eyes to see the scattered dishes and food still all over the dining room table. Untouched from when they finished their meals at least an hour ago. “And this mess, oh my God.”
Chris’ hands don’t let up and he keeps at his task, “Don’t worry about this stuff, we can take care of it. But it would be a shame if you went to bed now. This is the most we’ve had a chance to talk to you since we’ve been here. I feel like I’m just starting to get to know you.” His voice is a type of whine that you would hear from a five year old trying to get his own way.
“Advil you say?” Henry perks up, “Where abouts would they be located? I can get one for you.”
Without thinking Sarah points to the cupboards above the oven, “There, up there. Yup,” as she watches Henry rise from his seat, he adjusts his pants and pulls them up over his hips more. Her eyes can’t help but look at the famous ass she wants to knead with her hands. “Yup… right… there…”
Chris notices Sarah’s stare at Henry’s backside and digs a little deeper than he had before. Sarah jumps and turns to him with lazy eyes, “Ow fuck! Careful!”
Chris is smiling and a directed twinkle in his eye is for a drunken Sarah, “Sorry, I guess I don’t know my own strength sometimes.”
Without thinking clearly, she says the first witty comment that enters her mind, “Mhm. Just be gentle with me, I don’t want you guys to leave any more marks on me.”
Confused, Chris perks up curiously, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
As Sarah laughs to herself, she covers her blush face while Henry returns with the Advil and a small glass of water. “Here, take this. Let’s get you to bed.”
Chris remains silent and slides his hands off of Sarah’s feet. She feels the slow brush of his fingers as he places them on the floor for her.
As she takes the water and swallows the hard pill down, the combination of the cool liquid running down her throat and the cold tile floor beneath her feet, are refreshing.
Chris rests his chin on the outside of his knuckles as he leans on the table. He watches as Sarah lazily opens her eyes and smiles at him. She remains quiet and drinks the rest, catching a wink from him. She smirks back quickly before placing the glass on the table loudly and positions her palms on either side of her, preparing to stand.
“Whoa, slow down Sarah,” and Henry has taken ahold of her arm, steadying her as she rises from her seat.
She shakes her head, “I can manage, handsome. I got this. I ain’t that drunk.”
“Let me take you to your room, make sure you get up the stairs safely.” Cavill is stern and hasn’t released her arm yet.
Sarah’s giggles are all that are heard as she starts to turn. She seems to be quicker on her feet than anticipated and Henry allows her to walk on her own, following behind her.
“Good night Sarah,” Chris teasingly calls out, “Sweet dreams…”
She looks over to her shoulder as she walks towards the beautiful staircase by the house’s entrance and sees his eyebrow raised playfully. She giggles audibly and purses her lips sending a quick assumed kiss his way and turns back, placing her naked foot on the first step up.
With ease, she gets closer and closer to the bed she’s used to. She can feel a bold and confident man behind her, ready to catch her if she slips. Her smile remains as she gets to the top landing, and sees his beautiful figure closely behind her.
As she reaches her open doorway a few steps further, she turns. “Thank you Henry, I can see myself into bed from here.” There’s a purposeful gleam in her eye as she thanks him for his assistance. She searches his blue eyes for the deepest spot and holds his stare. To her surprise, he comes in closer, forcing her to take a step back.
His hands travel around her hips and he softly places them there, looking at her lips and leaning into her while she gently comes against the doorframe behind her. The warmth from his body presses against hers and as her mind becomes more coherent of what’s happening, his face dips into her neck.
She immediately feels his hot breath followed by a bite and her flesh slides out from between his teeth. “Good night, sweetheart,” he sexually hums and slowly turns away smiling, walking back to the stairs.
Sarah is left standing against the doorframe as it holds her up. The sting on her neck from his last indentation lingers as she watches him walk away from her. She catches her own breath she didn’t know had sped up, and closes her eyes allowing her neck to relax and the back of her head to hit the wall. For a moment she reminisces about the encounter and then forces herself to step into her bedroom.
Once she’s in, she quietly closes the door and flips the light on. Biting her lip, she sits down on the large fully made bed and smiles to herself, recalling the amount of flirting Chris had accomplished; his eyebrow, his winks, his hands.
As she relishes in what other things he could do with his hands and fingers, she feels a familiar rise and fall in her core that can’t be ignored, and starts to undress.
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