earth to the morgue

Odette blushes at Tanner and slides down to the floor. She kneels and tries not to lay her head in Tanner’s lap. Odette has to concentrate very hard to keep her breathing steady, trying not to think about what will really happen when they hit record. How she will suck him off and how the camera will capture it all, perfectly lit, perfectly framed. She closes her eyes and tries to go to a zen place, but her hands are heavy on his thighs and she can feel her warm breath hitting the strip of bare skin between the waistband of Tanner’s jeans and the hem of his shirt, and blow back to her.

"And now, back to position three," Shane says. Odette tilts her head up toward Tanner and smirks, and tries not to have her cheek laying against Tanner’s crotch where he’s already obviously hard. Odette crawls up Tanner’s body to settle back in his lap, heavy and warm against Tanner’s straining dick. And with a moment of confidence, she speaks. "Nice to have some appreciation," Odette murmurs with a grin. Tanner tries to smile back but he’s not sure if he pulls it off. “Odette, can you just show me your hand position?” Cheeks burning, smile and confidence gone, reaches down, cupping Tanner through his too-tight jeans, following through with the final position in the choreography. Tanner’s warm under her hand, and hard. Odette bites her lip, thinking about how the next time they do this the camera will be rolling. The next time they do this, Tanner won’t be wearing pants, Odette will be touching him for real, skin to skin. Fuck.

"Other hand position?" Shane asks, and Odette reaches up with her free hand, slipping it up into Tanner’s hair behind his ear. Her eyes lock with Tanner’s and the cheeky expression falls from Tanner’s face and for a moment, Tanner looks as unsure as Odette feels. It’s strangely comforting, to not be the only one out of her depth. Tanner recovers quickly, finding another seductive smile for Odette, but Odette holds that moment close.

They run through the positions a few more times. Shane adjusts some lights and shifts their marks until he’s happy. Odette knows Butch would prefer him to stay for the shoot and ensure all the technical things are taken care of, but Odette can’t stomach the idea of another person to be in the room while she does this. She’s still not entirely sure she’s going to be able to follow through.

After final checks, and final-final checks, Shane gives his blessing to the various setups, shakes everyone’s hands and wishes them luck. He sets the camera to record, assuring them there’s hours of recording time. Butch presses an encouraging hand to Odette’s shoulder and leaves behind Shane, shutting them into the room. Odette, achingly aware of the camera that’s already recording, asks Tanner, “You ready?” “Whenever you are, sugarplum,” Tanner replies, with a grin that’s all confidence.

"Okay then," Odette says, and picks up the camera. It’s surprisingly light in her hand. He clears her throat, trying to get into character, telling herself that she’s dating Tanner, that they’ve fucked before, that Tanner’s hot for her and they do this all the time. Tanner takes the cameras and then hefts the camera and points it at Odette, finding Position One.

"Hey Dettie," he says to Odette watching through the camera as Odette tenses up just for a moment, then relaxes completely. She turns his eyes to Tanner, then to the camera. "Hey," Tanner says, his voice deeper than it was a moment ago. “You filming me?” Odette asks, lifting the corner of her shirt up to flash the skin of her tattooed stomach. “Like what you see?” “So far,” Tanner says, and Odette is feeling herself settle into character. “Show me a little more?” He asks. “Whatever you want babe,” Odette drawls, and pulls her shirt off, just like that. Tanner has trouble holding the camera steady, his eyes bouncing between the glow of the display and Odette’s skin behind it, warm and beautiful and real in Shane’s carefully set lighting.

"Yeah, just like that," Tanner whispers, more to himself than for the camera. "Turn around for me."

Odette does a slow spin, her movements languid, like she can feel Tanner’s eyes clinging to every curve, every line. The camera does too. When Odette’s facing Tanner again, it takes a moment before Odette remembers the next part, before she can hear Shane in his head say “Position Two” and Tanner says, “Come here.”

Odette’s mouth stretches into a slow, dirty smile and swallows down whatever is stuck in her throat. Tanner places the camera on the table, keeping his expression neutral as he does, knowing that this is the best angle of his face the video will show, the one they’ll probably capture frames from for newspaper headlines. Fuck, he can’t think about that now. He gets the camera situated on its white tape marks, exactly as Shane instructed, then turns back to Odette, who’s already moved forward. The moment Tanner’s turned, Odette crawls right into his lap, greeting him with a squeaky “Hi,” before dipping her head to take Tanner’s mouth with her own.

Odette’s brain disengages. Tanner’s hands slide up to burrow into Odette’s hair immediately, holding her to the kiss. She makes a soft noise into Tanner’s mouth and grinds down onto him. He’s already hard. He lets one hand slide down Odette’s stomach, slipping his fingers down the front of Odette’s jeans, his fingertips just brushing the top of her entrance. Tanner’s skin is hot to touch, like he’s running a fever, and his mouth is pure sin. He sucks Odette’s tongue, nips his lips, bucks his hips up against her until she groans into his mouth, hauling him closer, pressing their bodies together.

For a few moments she’s able to forget the camera that’s capturing every moment of this, and just lose himself in Tanner’s kiss, in the push of their bodies moving together. She locks a hand in Tanner’s hair and sucks on his lower lip, rolling her hips. Fuck, it’s hot. Especially when Odette drops a hand between their bodies, squeezing Tanner’s dick as she groans, “Want to blow you, can I?” into Tanner’s lips. She’s lost all sense of reason, but has never felt more confident.

"Fuck, yes," Tanner sighs, not even caring how desperate he sounds.

Odette grins down at Tanner, her hair mussed and her eyes half closed. She slides down Tanner’s body with maximum contact until her knees are on the floor and her hands are slipping up Tanner’s thighs. She makes short work of his belt, and Tanner has to clench his hands into fists so he doesn’t try to stop Odette pulling his jeans and underwear down. He is a professional and should be able to call down, unlike he is now.

This is the moment of truth. She knows the camera position Shane has set is framed so his dick will be visible, though not the main focus of the image. Odette pulls Tanner’s jeans down roughly, but drags his underwear down carefully, still maintaining her little girl complex all at the same time. Before Tanner has time to do or say anything, Odette’s lowered her head, hot breath hitting there, making it jerk towards Odette’s lips.

"Alright," Odette whispers, nervous now, the words tickling down Tanner’s shaft. Odette ducks her head to lick up the base, then takes the head in her mouth, sucking and licking around it.

Tanner moans, his hips hitching up, unable to help himself. The word ‘couple’ springs into his mind, reminding him he’s supposed to be in love with this girl. He reaches a hand down to cup Odette’s cheek, feeling the shift of her jaw under his palm, touching his thumb to where Odette’s lips stretch around his cock. Odette pulls off, turning her head to press a kiss to Tanner’s thumb, before turning back to swallow him down again.

Then Odette goes down again, swallowing around Tanner’s cock. Odette hums around his dick and starts to move her head up and down, devastatingly slowly. Tanner mewls, reaching blindly down to rest his free hand at the back of Odette’s head, trying to ride it out. He’s so fucking hard, so hot, and Odette’s doing everything right.

“Wait, wait,” she pulls off andwhispers desperately. A flash of confusion plays across Tanner’s face - Odette’s ad libbing here, this was never part of the plan, and Tanner finally picks up on what is going on. He leans down and takes Odette’s mouth in a desperate kiss, tasting his own skin, his own desire from Odette’s lips. Before Odette can even take a breath, Tanner pulls her to his feet, then flips them over so Odette takes Tanner’s spot on the couch. Tanner kisses Odette hard as he slides a hand down the warm skin of Odette’s torso, mentally recalculating their positions.

Tanner rolls with the change in choreography easily, and Odette is putting up no resistance when his hand finds her belt and unbuckles it. Odette breaks the kiss to whisper, “Can I?” against Odette’s mouth, trying not to tense up as he waits for the answer.

Odette immediately breathes, “Fuck, yes,” and wriggles her jeans and underwear down. Tanner can’t help the grin his face breaks into at Odette’s quick response, kissing his smile into Odette’s lips messily.

Tanner slides down Odette’s body, mimicking her own moves from earlier. He struggles Odette’s jeans and underwear all the way off, and then Odette isnaked under his hands. It’s glorious. Tanner kneels between Odette’s knees and trails his hands down h34 torso, over her stomach, down her legs, wanting to touch every inch of skin. Odette makes an urgent noise and moans, “Fuck, c’mon, please,” and Tanner has to reach down and squeeze his own dick at how good it sounds. (Oh talia so basically he eats her out but i had already wrote a long bj scene so I am trying to shorten it holla)

Odette’s not sure how long they lie there for in the end; long enough that one of her arms starts to feel a little numb. She nudges Tanner, who looks near ready to fall asleep, and they peel themselves off of the couch and each other. Once they’re both cleaned up and dressed, they hover by the door for a moment, neither one looking ready to open it just yet. They end up both starting to speak at the same time.

"No, you first," Odette says, because she’s not sure what she was going to say anyway. “This is going to sound really dumb but, I don’t know - thanks? I had fun.” Tanner’s smile is a little unsure and while Odette misses his cocky smirk, shy looks good on him too.