Gillovny RPF

Thank you so much to @sembell for the beta-reading. 

It’s set after The Webbies and it is totally NSFW.

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Their tight schedule didn’t allow them the necessary time of together-loneliness they were used to have after a long period without seeing each-other. The first time he saw her after those long three weeks of deprivation was in the middle of a crowd, on a red carpet, flashes dazzling his eyes and preventing him from seeing her whole.

He knew about her crutches, but seeing her like that melted his heart. She looked like a fragile little nestling who had just fallen from its nest. He wanted to hold her, help her, lift her so she didn’t have to put her tiny little feet on the floor anymore. He would have if they’d been alone and if he wasn’t injured himself.

This is so sad, he thought. No one would buy that they injured themselves separately. And yet, it was the truth. Talking about soulmates…

It was a long day. Being with her, standing next to her, and not be able to touch her, to tell her how much he missed her, how much he loved her. He would have given everything for a few seconds alone with her, but that didn’t happen. They separated after their X-Files duties, as she liked to call them, and saw each other again when he surprised her on stage to give her a well-deserved, yet totally unknown award. It was a very special moment, the two of them on stage, disabled but glowing with happiness. They were in their own bubble for five minutes, but then they had to separate again.

It was only a few minutes after midnight that she rang at his door and they finally found their way to the bedroom. With his arm and her foot, it was slower than it usual. He used to joke about their relationship being based on logistics; well, it seemed like it had extended even to their lovemaking.

Missionary wasn’t possible with his arm, but doggy-style hurt her foot. They opted for a tender spooning from behind, but his sling stopped him from keeping her close to him. He could tell she liked it, but not enough for her to climax. He would have finished her with his mouth if he hadn’t just come inside her. He apologized, she said it was okay, he knew it wasn’t. No, really, this was so sad. They were so old.

“Remember the time we fucked everywhere and all the time?” he now says, sounding defeated.  His head is gently resting on her upper arm, his lips softly caressing the side of her breast.

“Remember the first time we did it?” she asks in return, her fingers slowly running through his hair.

“It’s not something I could ever forget,“ he grins, raising his brows to look at her. How could he? They’ve been filming all night under fake, yet freezing rain. He’d invited her inside his trailer for tea and they ended up together under his tiny shower. That’s the story he should have told earlier on this stage instead of this ridiculous baseball-thing he made-up while waiting backstage. “You were so cute,” he adds, remembering how young and inexperienced she was.

“And you were so hard,” she teases, raising her knee against his soft cock. He nibbles the flesh of her breast as a vengeance, making her chuckle. “What’s your favorite memory of me?” she wants to know, suddenly sounding very serious.

“You mean, in bed?” he asks and she nods with a grin. “Back then or recently?” He feels like he needs to ask. He always needs to separate their relationship in two periods of time. “Back then” meaning from when they met to when they stopped working with each other, which means from when they started dating each other, to when they couldn’t stop fucking each other, to when they hurt each other so badly they had to go separate ways even if it was jeopardizing their career. “Recently” meaning from when they started fucking again, just because they’ weren’t able not to fuck, to when they realized they could actually date, to a few years ago, when he told her she was the woman of his life and he never loved anyone as much as he loved her and she crumbled into his arms, stammering “me too”. “Recently” was his favorite period.

“Both,” she says.

“Well…“ he raises on his good elbow. The view from here was a little disturbing. She was really beautiful with her blond hair spread on his brown pillow, her piercing blue eyes looking straight into his soul and her pink and perky nipples demanding nothing but to be sucked. Focus, he thought. “The first time was really good, but excuse me if I’m sounding a bit egoistic: I’d have to go with the limo after the Globes.

“We didn’t…” she stops herself to think back.

“I know! But even today, I can say it was the best blowjob of my entire life.”

“Really?” She sounds genuinely surprised.

“Yeah. You were tipsy, and so was I, and I knew the driver could see us, which made the situation so fucking hot! And that moment when you spilled some Champaign on my dick and licked it off… Woosh! I can still feel the bubbles when I close my eyes.” Which he does, and licks his lips, lost in his reverie.

Her thigh is still pressed against his crotch. She must feel that he isn’t as soft as he was a few minutes ago. Yes, she feels it. If not, she wouldn’t raise her leg like that to increase the pressure.

“And recently?” she asks, her voice a little raspier than earlier, pulling him out of his awaken-wet-dream.

“Remember that failed threesome we had five or six years ago?” She nods. It’s not like she can forget that. It was her idea, and he finally agreed to please her. The other girl wanted to have sex with him, and she basically ended up watching them making love. Gillian didn’t let her touch him and when she was tired of telling her where to put her fingers or what to lick, she was urged to stay on the couch. They still don’t know at what exact moment she left the room, but the scratch she made on his black, brand new BMW on her way out stayed there forever. “That’s a good souvenir. That’s when I knew I was yours.”

“Because I didn’t allow her to blow you?”

“Because you’ve rejected a 22 year old, fully waxed pussy for my old dick.”

“What the f…” she slaps his good arm playfully, and he exaggerates a fall to end up flat on his back, bringing her with him. She lays above him, his injured arm between them, his half-hardness settled on her pubic hair.

She bites into his lower lip, the tip of her tongue darting out to soothe the pain and her hips starts to rock against him slowly in anticipation.

“Uh uh, it’s your turn, woman!” he steadies her hips and raises a little to keep his mouth unreachable for her. “Best memory back then?” he asks as she falls on her side, her chin resting on his chest.

“Hm…” she thinks, or actually pretends to think. He can tell she’s embarrassed by the way she circles his nipple absently. “Remember that afternoon, when you were upset and you came into my trailer, and things got a little wilder than expected?”

“Yeah, that was basically every afternoon for seven years, honey!”

“No, but this time, it went REALLY wild. Remember?” He doesn’t. He REALLY doesn’t, and he needs more clues, but he can tell she’s too shy to tell what’s on her mind. It must’ve been very dirty, but when wasn’t it?

“Go ahead! Be more specific, ‘cause I don’t know what you’re talking about now.”

“That one time, it was my first time… You know… The first time… when you kinda…” He can see she wishes he would read her mind. It happens all the time, after all. But not when she really needs it, apparently. He just shakes his head and waits for her to give him more details. “…took me from… behind.” she finally says, almost in a whisper.

“Oh! That time!” he exclaims. Of course he remembers that. It was one of those warm afternoons when nothing went the way he wanted. They were tired, frustrated and angry at each other for whatever reasons. Fucking their problems away was everything they were able to do with each other, and this time, it did go a little wilder than usual and they were both very surprised and pleased to see she could orgasm that way too. “Good old times, when you liked it this way,” he sighs, teasing her and squeezing her butt cheek. “You know, if it’s your best memory, I think we should…”

“In your dreams, Duchovny.” He pouts, hopeless. Why a woman loves something one day and suddenly stops enjoying it the next morning remains a mystery to him. “I never understood why you liked it so much.”

He could tell her the truth, he could tell her that it was an empowering thing, a dominating behavior of the alpha male that he was, or at least wanted to be. A way to possess her in every sense. Knowing he was the first and the only one allowed to do that to her made him feel special and unique. But he’d better just tell her half of the truth.

“Your ass was simply perfect, I couldn’t resist!” She gives him a look and he knows he said something wrong. She isn’t buying it. Or, wait… “IS. It IS! Your ass IS perfect!” Better. He really has overcome his alpha male issues, he thinks. She’s the boss now, everyone knows it, and he doesn’t care at all. “Okay. How about recently?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “There’s a lot of good memories. Remember that time we had sex and we were both injured and it was a total fiasco, but then you made it up and gave me two… no, three strong orgasms? That’s my favorite.” She smiles widely at him, obviously very proud of herself.

“Hey! That wasn’t a total fiasco!” he protests as he feels her hips start to rock again.

“Speak for yourself! You left me hanging, and I’m still waiting, you know!”

He lifts her invalid leg, making sure her foot doesn’t touch anything too roughly, and turns them over so he lays on top of her.

“Mmh, nice,” she teases. “Maybe you’re not so old, after all.”

“Let me show you how old I am,” he says, extricating himself from his sling and throws it away. He can tell she’s going to protest by the look she’s giving him. “I’ll wear it a few extra days. It’s worth it.” he states before capturing her lips between his to prevent her from saying something.

Her hand reaches between them to wrap around his now fully erect dick and starts to stroke him as he moans his pleasure against her lips. He feels the heat of her center. She’s still wet from their previous, failed encounter, and by the way she guides him inside her, she lets him know she isn’t in the mood for foreplay.

It’s so different than an hour ago, when he struggled to push his cock inside her. She’s soaked now, and he’s so deep that his balls slap against her anus with every thrust. The sounds she makes are louder and so much more arousing. They’re nothing compared to the rattle she made earlier when she was upset about not finding the right position. She bites her lip in anticipation when he pulls out, and forms a silent scream when he pushes back that ends up in a loud moan once he’s fully inside her. So he does it again, and again.

When she gets used to his rhythm, he breaks it and she scratches his back in protestation, but her touch lightens when he slides his thick cock between her lower lips.

“You’re okay? Wanna change the position?” he asks thoughtfully.

“I’m good,” she says, almost like a complaint. “Shut up and fuck me, old man!”

“Old man, uh?” He raises a brow. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

“Am I?” she teases.

“Yeah,” he whispers as he slaps his dick flat on her throbbing clit.

Her back arches and he can see a loud grunt forming in her throat and escaping her lips in an incoherent swear. Her throat is so pale and looks so soft, he can’t resist and licks it from the root of her collarbone to her chin that he softly bites to bring her back here, with him. As he locks his eyes with hers, he pushes his dick inside her again, deep, so deep that her muscles clench around him and soon, he’s her very own prisoner. It’s the best punishment a man can dream of. He’s a sinner, and she’s finally captured him and will never let go of him. He doesn’t want to go anywhere, anyway. He belongs here, with her, inside her.

For a few seconds, maybe more, she doesn’t allow him to move. His cock is squeezed between her muscles and it hurts so good.

“Who’s paying now?” she asks, and he just realizes that her nails are digging into the flesh of his butt.

“God, I’m really not sure,” he answers sincerely. If that’s her way to torture him, he’s willing to be at her mercy for the rest of his life.

She chuckles and releases him with a sigh. It’s like she was holding everything back and he can feel her gushing around him now. She’s wet. So wet and so warm and he’s going to fuck her so good that he needs to tell her. So he leans down and whispers into her ear.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard now.”

It seems like his words have sent a surge through her body, because he has barely moved, and yet she’s rooting her clit against his crotch, desperately trying to release some pressure.

“Let me on top.” She’s not asking, she’s not negotiating, she’s ordering. And he obeys, careful not to hurt her foot but making sure he doesn’t have to pull out. There’s no way he’d pull out now. She feels way too good and he never wants to not be in her anymore.

“You’re okay?”

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she raises on his dick and takes all of him as she sits back down. It takes all the strength he has to not come right now, at the sight of her breasts jumping up and down, and the lascivious moves of her hips. He tries to follow her rhythm, but she keeps speeding up. She’s the boss, he remembers, and she’s working hard on making herself come, so he just lets her lean on his chest, her clit rubbing on his pubic hair with every thrust down, her nipples trapped between his thumbs and forefingers. He pinches harder and harder, rolls them between his fingers as he watches her intensely, waiting for her climax to overtake her. One more thrust and she’s gone. She falls onto him with a loud scream of what could or couldn’t be his name, he isn’t sure, and it happens again. A second orgasm, or an aftershock, he isn’t sure. But he knows it’s strong, her muscles clench hard around his cock, so hard that they force him out of her. She’s lying flat over him, unable to catch her breath, and he misses her already. Her warmth, her wetness, her tightness. He didn’t make it with her. He was too mesmerized by the intensity of her pleasure. She was too beautiful, too surreal and yet, so very real.

“You pushed me out,” he complains, when he feels her breath slowing down a little.

“I’m sorry,” she chuckles. “That was…”

“Good?”

“Yeah,” she sighs, and kisses him deeply, her tongue chasing his in his mouth. “You’re still hard.” She finally notices, probably feeling his dick twitching against her ass, gently slapping her cheeks.

He nods with a smile and suddenly, her mouth isn’t on his anymore.

It’s on his neck, biting at that spot under his ear, the one that is always red, no matter what. It’s around his left nipple, and he’s sure she can feel his heart beating for her on her lips now.

It’s on his stomach and it traces the shape of his abs.

It’s on the side of his groin, licking off the droplets of sweat that were forming there.

It’s around his pulsing dick, her tongue swirling around its tip, then swallowing him hard until he can’t breathe anymore.

The images of the limo come back to his mind again. That blowjob. The best of his entire life. He remembers how he was holding her head with his two hands, and how he was pushing his dick into her warm mouth. One more thing she used to like and doesn’t enjoy anymore. Now he knows better than holding her head while she’s down there. But it’s hard to go against a drive. His fist clenches so hard that it hurts. The muscles of his biceps are so tense, he can see his veins pulsing through his skin. She watches every muscle of his body contracting, and she looks like she loves what she’s seeing. That’s the effect she has on him every time she does that. It leaves him sore for days like a good session of Pilates does.

Good for her if she’s enjoying the view. So is he. Her red lips all wrapped around his cock, her cheeks flushed and swollen with him inside her mouth. The feeling of her tongue against his veins. The tight pressure of her fingers at his base, and the soft massage of his balls. The hard suction, the sweet release and that thing she does with her tongue on his head before taking him a little deeper each time. He would wish for it to last forever if he didn’t want to come so hard.

His hips jolt with pleasure, and he slightly thrusts into her mouth. He just can’t help it. It feels so good. She strokes him hard now, still sucking. He couldn’t be harder, his dick is red, he can see it. He’s so close, he’s not sure if he can let go like that. Maybe he needs to warn her.

“Baby?” he tries. He never calls her that. Honey sometimes. Sweetheart. My love. Bird. But baby? Never. She looks at him and smiles around him. Oh god.

A few months ago, he tried some special chocolates for the first time. He remembers physically seeing the high coming to him from afar and overpowering him. He feels the same right now. As if a ball of intense and pure pleasure is coming from the other side of the room to smash his head and take the wheel of his body for a few seconds.

The release is so good and powerful it almost leaves him unconscious for a moment. He can’t see, he can’t smell, he can’t hear. He can’t breathe. But soon, all his senses are coming back to him, one after another. The musky scent of their sexing mixed with her perfume and his. His hard breathing, and the sound of his growl still vibrating in his head. And she, naked and perfect, water flowing between her breasts from the bottle she’s drinking from.

“C’mere,” he whispers, pulling her towards him and laying her on her side to spoon her. “You’re amazing, and I love you,” he whispers into her ear. He knows that in a few seconds, he’ll be asleep. That’s something he’d never managed to fight, not even in his thirties.

“I love you, too,” she whispers back, so low he barely hears it.

 She intertwines their fingers and he settles his softening cock against her ass. He’s already starting to feel sleepy.

“Tomorrow, I’ll make you like it in the ass again,” he slurs and closes his eyes.

“In your dreams, Duchovny.”