CR Campaign Three: RPF Prompts

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Body of comment: After two campaigns seated separately, Char1 and Char2 are finally sitting beside one another. At first it's just fun to be taking their turn hanging out on the same side of the table, but before long accidental hand bumps and knee nudges become intentional.

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"Line My Eyes and Call Me Pretty," Liam/Sam, post-C3E2, E, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

The in-studio atmosphere while they’re getting ready to record the second episode could best be described as “rowdy.” They’ve already made plenty of jokes about method acting and staying in character and “If I make out with you while you’re dressed as me, is that masturbation or adultery?” with each other, and not even all of them are dressed yet.

Sam’s watching Robbie dressed as Matt watch Laura dressed as Robbie put lipstick on Matt dressed as Laura when he hears Liam step up behind him and feels Liam’s chin rest on his shoulder. “Hey there, creative director. There’s something different about you today,” Liam says, turning his head to kiss Sam’s still-furry cheek.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” Sam says, keeping his voice light.

“Well, as long as I’ve got you here, maybe I can talk you into another season of All Work No Play,” Liam says.

Sam laughs. “You can talk Sam into it for sure. Marisha...well, you might want to go talk to ‘Taliesin.’”

Liam glances over to where Marisha’s still working on getting her hair into a faux-hawk with actual Taliesin’s assistance and smiles. “I’ll settle for my husband for now,” he says, kissing Sam’s bare shoulder. “Are you wearing a bra?” he asks, one hand sliding up and under Sam’s “Sleeves are Bullshit” shirt to find the strap.

“I believe it’s called a bralette,” Sam says.

“Please tell me you did not steal it from your wife,” Liam says immediately.

“Of course not! Hers wouldn’t fit,” Sam says.

“So first and cheapest hit on Amazon it was, then?” Liam says.

“I ordered it from the place where I’ve gotten some of my live show outfits,” Sam says.

“Well. Does it have matching underwear?” Liam asks as he snaps the strap before settling it back under Sam’s shirt.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out...” Sam says as he turns to run a fingertip across the name embroidered on Liam’s borrowed shirt, “...Daddy.”

Liam’s mouth opens silently for a moment and he blinks before shaking his head and saying, “Well. Mark me down for finding out, then.”

“Your place or mine?” Sam asks, fidgeting with his wig in an attempt to get it on straight again.

Liam steps forward and resettles the wig on Sam’s head, smoothing the red hair over his shoulders. “This wig, though… we’re gonna have to do something about that, dear. But now I need to get to the table before I drag you off into a corner and find out what you’ve got on under those leggings.” He pecks Sam on the lips quickly but affectionately and walks away.

Sam misses being directly next to Liam as he had been when they were previously at the campaign 2 table, but being able to look across the table at Liam isn’t so bad either. Liam definitely fills out Ashley’s shirt differently than Ashley does, the fit tighter across the chest and against his arms. Sam’s gaze keeps going back to the five yellow letters on the shirt, trying to force himself to ignore them and the ideas they inspire. Fortunately the game has plenty to keep him distracted from thoughts of what might happen after. Liam gives him another affectionate kiss before going to take his own seat at the table when they come back from break, but otherwise tries to keep his focus on the game.

Shooting during the day now means that they often can grab a few hours to themselves before they have to return to their other obligations, and even before they’d agreed on this group costume, Sam and Liam had blocked off a few hours in their calendars to spend time together. As everyone starts packing up to leave and the jokes and commentary starts up again, Sam realizes that he and Liam aren’t the only ones planning to engage in what they euphemistically refer to as “extracurricular activities” this afternoon as various groupings converge on each other and make their ways off set, most of them still in costume.

Liam’s already taken off the beanie and the glasses, so he leaves them in Ashley’s designated space in the studio bathroom before he meets Sam in the parking lot. Sam’s sans wig but still wearing his sleeveless shirt and leggings, although the drawn tattoos on his arms are starting to smear a little after five hours at the table.

“You didn’t change shirts?” Sam says.

“You seem to enjoy me in this,” Liam says. “And I need to wash it before it goes back to Ashley, anyways. Unless she wants to smell it to find out who wore it.”

Sam snorts at the last remark but then says, “I do enjoy you in a tight shirt. But I also enjoy you out of one,” as they head for his car.

“Wait,” Liam says as Sam leans forward to start the engine. Sam moves back and Liam leans over and kisses Sam, and this time it’s way more than briefly affectionate. “Been wanting to do that for hours,” Liam says after he pulls away.

Sam’s suddenly aware that his leggings won’t leave much to the imagination if they keep making out like teenagers in the front seat. “Let’s -- let’s go somewhere more private,” he says.

“Does my office count?” Liam says.

“Yes,” Sam says as he finally starts the car. “I just have one question, though.”

“Yes?” Liam says.

“Do you have something on under that shirt, Daddy?” Sam says, forcing himself to keep himself focused on getting out of the parking lot instead of watching Liam’s reaction.

“I guess you’ll just have to find out, Samantha,” Liam says.

Sam swallows hard and hopes that the traffic isn’t too terrible because he’s not sure he can wait much longer.

Liam’s bouncing a little in his seat by the time they finally pull into his driveway and once they’re out of the car, he takes Sam’s hand and leads him quickly up the stairs to his detached office. “Here we are,” he says, gesturing around the small room.

“Aw, you got the sofa bed ready already,” Sam says.

“Only the best for my girl,” Liam says with a grin. “Now then. I wanna know what you’ve got on under those leggings.”

“Like you can’t tell?” Sam says.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Liam says, his grin getting more wicked.

“That seems fair,” Sam says, “But I kinda like you in that shirt. It accentuates your assets.”

“Such as they are,” Liam says as he fidgets with a button.

“They are fantastic is what they are,” Sam says as he reaches up and undoes the button that Liam’s fidgeting with. “And I was promised a peek of what you’ve got under it.” His fingers drift inside the gap he’s created and encounter nothing but Liam’s chest hair.

“Sorry to disappoint, but this was tight enough that wearing anything under it would not have ended well on camera,” Liam says.

“I am not disappointed,” Sam says. “I just hope I won’t disappoint you in return.”

“You could never,” Liam says, his hand sliding around to grope Sam’s ass. “These leggings really work for you. You should wear them more often. But I want to see what’s under them.”

“Well then,” Sam says. “Go ahead.”

“I get to unwrap this present? Lucky me,” Liam says as he hooks a thumb into Sam’s waistband and tugs the leggings down, snorting when Sam hums “Dick in a Box” as he does so. Liam then peels Sam’s tank top off and steps back, his gaze raking over Sam from head to toe. Sam’s got a black bralette trimmed with lace and matching black lace panties that Liam realizes are a thong when he steps around to view Sam from the back.

“Well?” Sam says, his voice soft.

“Goddamn, Samantha,” Liam says. “But...wasn’t that uncomfortable?” he asks, gesturing towards Sam’s ass.

“You know, it really wasn’t,” Sam says. “I thought it might be, but Marisha was right.”

“Are those -- they can’t be…?” Liam says.

“Oh no,” Sam says. “Hers would have been way too small for me and also I don’t think that she and I are at the level of underwear friends. But she suggested them when I asked.”

“Did she get to see you in them?” Liam asks.

“Oh no. Her interests definitely were and are elsewhere right now,” Sam says.

“Good, because I want to be the only one who sees you like this,” Liam says, a hint of possessiveness creeping into his tone.

“Of course, daddy,” Sam says with a soft smile.

“Goddammit, Samantha, the things you do to me,” Liam says fervently, making quick work of removing his clothes before striding forward and bearing Sam backwards with him onto the sofa bed. They make out frenetically for a while, hands roaming everywhere, hours of anticipation finally coming to fruition.

“I can -- I can take this off,” Sam says when Liam begins mouthing at his left nipple through the fabric of the bralette.

“Eventually,” Liam says. “My girl looks too pretty like this for me to want to take it off right now.”

Sam makes a soft noise and Liam looks up to study Sam’s face. “Too much?” he asks. They hadn’t really talked much about this -- well, except during the extended dirty talk sessions which happened when their only sexual outlet with each other was FaceTime masturbation sessions for almost two years -- and Liam wants to be sure.

“No,” Sam says, his voice soft but fierce. “No, this is -- this is good. You’re good. And we talked about this.”
“We said a lot of things when we were quarantined and horny,” Liam says as he kisses over to the other side of Sam’s chest. “That doesn’t mean we have to do them. Or that either of us are bendy enough to accomplish some of them.”

“Pretty sure all that pandemic yoga made you more than capable of going down on me,” Sam says, his hand stroking through Liam’s hair.

“Oh, is that what you want, sweet girl?” Liam asks, looking up at Sam again, his gaze sharpening.

“Yeah. With the panties on, Daddy?” Sam asks, his fingers tightening a little in Liam’s hair before releasing.

Liam slides down the bed without another word and gets to work, and Sam moans at the new sensation of Liam’s mouth filtered through the thin lace. Eventually Liam pauses to grab the lube, nudging the thong aside so that he can use his fingers in combination with his mouth.

“Say it,” Liam says as he slides his fingers out and moves back up the bed, looming over Sam.

“Do I have to?” Sam says, albeit slightly raggedly.

Liam nods.

“It’s such a cliche,” Sam says.

“Still wanna hear it,” Liam says.

Sam sighs mock-dramatically before batting his eyelashes and saying, “Fuck me, Daddy.” He can’t even get the entire sentence out without sniggering.

Liam laughs but then his expression sobers again. “Like you mean it, Samantha.”

“Are you directing me right now?” Sam asks.

“Isn’t that a daddy’s job?” Liam says. “But. If you want to join team back door or team full frontal or whatever it is we’re calling it today, I want you to ask me for it. Nicely.”

“Fine,” Sam says, clearing his throat before looking up at Liam, his expression made even softer by the smudged remains of his eye makeup. “Fuck me, Daddy? Please?” he says, his voice soft and coaxing.

“That’s all I needed to hear, dear,” Liam says, bending down to kiss Sam before he straightens back up, tugging Sam into a position where Sam’s legs are draped over Liam’s hips, and begins to fuck him. He uses one hand to rub at Sam’s cock through the front of his panties, saying, “You might as well make a mess in these. They’re already wrecked.”

“Tell me,” Sam says.

“Oh, now you want direction?” Liam says with a quirk of a smile. “Fine,” he says, his voice dropping low again. “Come for me, Samantha,” he says, his hand moving faster.

“Yes, Da -- oh fuck,” Sam says, trailing off into incoherence as his orgasm washes over him, wetness blooming on the front of his panties as he comes.

Liam growls then, moving his hand away, dropping down and holding himself up on his forearms as he thrusts hard and fast a few more times before he comes as well.

“Was that what you wanted?” Liam asks a while later while they’re still comfortably tangled together, Sam’s head on Liam’s shoulder.

“Absolutely. It can be Halloween all year as far as I’m concerned,” Sam says.

“Too much of anything gets boring. But...send me the link to where you got this. I might have some ideas for next time,” Liam says, one hand idly fidgeting with the bralette strap.

“Christmas is coming,” Sam says hopefully.

Liam laughs. “We can talk about you being an elf on the shelf later. I want a nap before we have to go.”

Re: "Line My Eyes and Call Me Pretty," Liam/Sam, post-C3E2, E, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

I’m not OP, but I’m so glad this prompt got filled. Great job!