HAPPY BIRTHDAY velocitygrass!! I hope your day (which is almost over) was wonderful! ♥ Since it's still the 18th here, technically I'm not late, so here's a little Joe/David for you. Hope you like it.

This was written as sort of a follow on to the holiday ficlet (you have to scroll down) I wrote for velocitygrass, but it can totally be read as a stand alone piece.

title: Winter Meeting
characters/pairing: RPS - Joe/David
rating: Hard R, skirts NC-17
words: ~1,600
warnings: RPS, implied spouse/partner betrayal
legal: This is a work of complete fiction, these events are not real and did not happen, nor do I mean to suggest that the relationship implied here is real in any way. Just my imagination, really.
notes: Because of time constraints, not betaed, so if you spot something, please feel free to let me know.
summary: Sometimes it's like this – hard and fast – both so needy, so ready and eager.


Winter Meeting

Joe looked up from his work, over to his iPhone humming next to him on the desk. He smiled and picked it up.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself, old man."

It was good to hear David's voice. They'd been unable to connect over the holidays and Joe hadn't talked to him since before Christmas. "Where are you? I'll show you old man."

David laughed. "Listen, sorry about not calling you on your birthday. I just couldn't get—Happy Birthday, by the way."

"Thanks. You can make it up to me, how's that?"

"Looking forward to it. Hey, I get in just after midnight. I'll be at the Beverly Hilton. Lunch tomorrow? I've got to see some people in the morning."

"Sure, that sounds good. I've cleared the whole week."

There was dead air for a moment, then, "I can't wait to see you…"

"Yeah, me too."

~~~~

Just like any other time, the initial small talk about families and the holidays gives way to heated groping and kissing and finally pulling at clothes and touching, as if they have to familiarize themselves with the feel and taste of each other all over again.

Lunch sits on the room service tray as Joe feasts on David instead. Trailing kisses from that sensitive spot behind David's ear, he lingers on David's nipple, tonguing it mercilessly until David arches his hips and pulls him to the other one. David's body is so warm and alive, David so giving and so easily wrecked.

Sometimes it's like this – hard and fast – both so needy, so ready and eager.

Finally, "Joe, please…" and David gently presses on Joe's shoulders until he takes the hint, moving to take David deep, moaning as David holds him there and pushes up into his mouth.

The way David responds gets Joe hot. He knows he can have David coming inside of two minutes and while that's really tempting, they haven't been together for months. But sometimes it's the only way, to get that drought out of the way first, and he'll do whatever David wants… they've got all week.

Suddenly, there's more urgency in David's hands, pulling Joe up, probing Joe's mouth with his tongue while he rolls them on the huge bed, lacing a breathy, "wanna fuck you" against Joe's lips. Anything… anything David wants.

~~~~

Lunch, cold and forgotten, still waits on the table in the outer room of the suite. Joe startles awake with David warm and close, watching him. They don't say anything for a long time, just share the space, any words unspoken.

David smiles as Joe slides the back of his hand across David's cheek in a move that means kiss me in their language, that amalgam of shorthand, code and hand signals they both know so well. A language that's unfortunately necessary if they're to keep this up.

Joe takes his fill of the man lying next to him, his gaze traveling over David, covering him like a second skin. There's a look on David's face – that look that he can never seem to hide – another signal and Joe closes his eyes.

The words are pointed and edged with a little sadness. "I only found out yesterday. I've got to go to Toronto… looping some dialogue on Splice."

"When do you leave?" Joe edges closer and holds his breath.

David's quiet, carding his fingers through Joe's hair. The corner of his mouth relaxes. "I have to be there tomorrow."

He blows the breath into David's chest and David holds him.

"I'm sorry, Joe."

He knows that. They'd both been looking forward to this time, Joe especially. "'s okay. Hey, how many times have I had to bail on you?" Which was true and Joe always felt shitty about it, but they've never had a choice about these things.

David hooks Joe's chin and lifts it. "If I get done in time, I'll be back, okay?"

That's code, too, but it will have to do. He curls a hand around David's wrist and nods. He can't complain and he can't ask for more. Just like himself, David's already giving him everything he can. "Sure," Joe says and inches up to kiss David again.

After the kiss, they lie like that, his head on David's shoulder, cradled there for whatever time they have left and it's good – good enough for now.

"Hey," he says, brushing his hand over soft skin. "I've been working on a pilot."

"Really? Why didn't you say anything, what's it about?"

Joe takes a deep breath. "Not acting. I'm writing one."

David pulls away and looks down at him. "No shit? Seriously?" His face is all lit up like a beacon.

Joe nods and gives him a one-sided grin.

"Well, give… what is it, sci-fi?"

"Not exactly." Joe shrugs. "Not sure I really want to talk about it yet, you know? I just wanted you to know."

David nods, still smiling. "I totally understand." He leans down to kiss Joe. "God, I'm… so proud of you. I told you. Well, whatever it is, it's going to be great."

Joe returns the smile, his chest swelling, almost catching his breath. David's been telling him for years he should try his hand at writing on his own, that his instincts are good and David's even offered to help, but never in an obtrusive way. "What about you? How's the new script coming?"

"Slow, but I'm getting there. I've written a part for you, you know. You said—"

Joe snorts and says something about no drag and no nudity. David laughs and pulls him over on top of him.

"No, I don't think it'd be prudent to have you on the set like that…" David says, rocking his hips into Joe. "… drive me crazy either way."

Joe bends down to kiss him, picking up the rhythm of David's hips. "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah, and then our secret would be out for sure…" he draws his hand along Joe's thigh and smiles, "… you in a tight, short skirt… fuck, I'd have no choice, I'd have to bend you over the nearest anything."

"Promises, promises," Joe teases.

Like flipping a switch, David's face turns serious and he brushes his lips over Joe's. "I wish," he mumbles before opening up under Joe, their mouths and hands working up to round two.

~~~~

The harsh glare of the late afternoon sun fills the room as they sit at the table in the outer room, picking at the portions of lunch that are still edible. Joe's showered and dressed and David sits there in his boxers, pulling the dried crusts from a sandwich before taking a bite of the soft middle.

David slides a bare foot up along Joe's leg – just for the closeness, the intimacy of touch. Joe grins. Touch means so much more in that language of theirs. In public or when they were on set together, it was reassurance, it was knowing, it was promise. It said, I'm here, it said forever and always and it was mutually understood.

This touch says I don't want to go and Joe doesn't want him to, but they've always been realistic about this thing, sort of a defense mechanism to keep them both sane unless and until other options present themselves.

When David's foot gets to his thigh, Joe reaches out to stroke David's calf. He's about to make a plea for David to stay when David's cell rings loud and clear from the other room. He let's go and with a smile, the foot is gone and so is David.

He turns his attention to the tray of food, still able to hear David's muffled voice from the bedroom. That he hasn't bounced back in talking a mile a minute stings Joe a little, because that means it's probably Jane and none of his business. And try as he might, knowing that they had to keep home life separate, knowing that was the key to being able to be together, it still hurts that there's a portion of David's life he isn't part of. It's silly, he knows it's the same for David and anyway, how many phone calls had Joe taken in other rooms?

Joe picks at one of the salads and shakes the feeling off, along with the disappointment of only seeing David for a few hours. They're lucky to have this much.

He turns when David walks back in, trying not to look guilty for his thoughts. But David doesn't sit down. He moves behind Joe and leans down to nuzzle Joe's neck while his hands slide over Joe's shoulders, down his chest then back, stopping at the first snap on the blue plaid shirt.

Snap. David's fingers tease beneath the thin cloth.

Snap. David's mouth pulls at Joe's neck, and

Snap. Joe reaches for the back of David's neck, moaning a little as David flicks a fingernail across a nipple. "What're you doing?"

"That call…" David whispers, "…been waiting on a call back from the airport—going up on the red-eye instead." He tugs Joe's chin to the side and covers Joe's mouth with his own.

Joe tries to keep their lips together as he stands and takes David in his arms.

"Stay?" David breathes into Joe's mouth.

Joe grins, kisses David again and slips his hands over the small of David's back, beneath the waist of his boxers. He can feel the beginning of an erection against his hip. Oh hell yeah, he's staying. Even if they do nothing but lie in bed, naked, together… he's staying.

Anything… whatever David wants.