Adam hasn't seen anyone for a while, had a feeling the game was over. Thought he could breathe again and finally get some sleep without his head being filled up with fucking. But now here he is, slap bang in the middle of the biggest moment of his life, with six foot two of pure muscle and sex in his arms. Nathan’s leg is damn near hooked around his and breath warm on his skin makes him solid and slick. Matches the hardness of the cock that’s rubbing up against his thigh.
Maybe no one’s noticed. Adam peers around, trying his best to remember how to stop Nathan when his fingers are on the prowl and worming their way inside his pants. Thing is there is no way of stopping the man when he’s in this kind of a mood and Adam knows it. People he’s talked to and greeted are looking over in their direction, smiling with happiness at how friendly and playful the two actors are with each other. Don’t they know? Can’t they see? Thank God they can’t read minds.
“Enjoying the after party?” The voice is soft against his ear, words followed up with a flicker of tongue that makes Adam sigh and grin at the same time.
He gets all bent out of shape around James but Nathan’s honest wickedness always tunes him up to fever pitch. He understands the games this one plays.
“I am now,” he says, tussling with Nate some more, his lips ghosting over a smoothly-shaven jaw.
Adam catches a glimpse of some blushing, open-mouthed gazes and one blisteringly vicious glare from Joss who’s guard-dogging close at hand. But, like always, public hand jobs, however delicate they might be, have a way of flicking that switch in his head from good boy to bad bad boy in an instant.
“I can guarantee the after-after party will be better.” Nathan pulls back a little and looks him in the eye, their bodies close enough together to disguise the fact that a hand is still gliding over Adam’s erection. Thank God for suit jackets. God sure has a lot to be thanked for tonight.
“Thought you’d brought a date,” says Adam, looking around again and trying to spot a flurry of violent turquoise and pink.
“I did not, and if I had done she’d be hairy in a bearded woman way.”
Nathan laughs and when his hand wriggles its way out of the waistband, Adam’s left totally bereft. Still, however lonely his cock is, his head is reeling with the news of Nathan being his for the night.
Adjusting the lie of his jacket, Adam fiddles with the buttons, wanting more than anything for them to be undone. To be naked. But naked’s for later and later’s not good enough. He wants to fuck now.
“Can’t leave yet,” murmurs Nate.
Maybe everyone can read his mind after all. That’s more than a little worrying.
“Fans’ll notice.”
As if they haven’t noticed the near mouth to mouth and long-lasting, tangled-up hugs. Yeah, he can still feel eyes all over him, replacing Nathan’s fingers with intrigued stares.
“But maybe we can find somewhere to play a little?” smirks Nathan.
Adam thinks about how dirty their games were in that convention centre in San Francisco. Then he remembers how much more dirty they were afterwards. His hard on is begging for some attention and this time he doesn’t need any encouragement. He’s screwed up, wised up and ready for anything.
Almost anything.
Nathan pulls him in for another less intimate goodbye hug and then bounces off in the direction of booze and schmooze leaving Adam alone and wondering -- wandering around the place in a state of flux.
Turns out he was ready for anything except this. Fuck. Abandoned again.
He talks--at least he thinks he does-- about the movie and Joss, everything that comes into his brain and isn’t to do with screwing Nathan. Full eye contact. Full lip service. Paying his dues like a good (bad) boy.
Amy’s there and he chats to her then Aly and Alexis, trying to make sense of what the conversation is about. But that all goes to hell when he feels the unmistakable slither of fingers creeping over his ass. It could be fans, although he’s not normally the kind of actor who gets molested. Not like James who has to keep his back glued to the wall at all times.
It’s Nathan of course, and under dual (duel) reproachful stares from Joss and Ron he makes excuses and follows at a none-too-subtle distance across the dance floor. The second he gets behind that curtain, lost inside the semi-darkness, he’s grabbed from the rear and shivers with delight when arms clamp around him and a cock nudges up against his ass.
“Whedon’s got us in his sights,” he says, twisting and fighting to get Nathan turned around and into his clutches proper.
“Probably just wants a little fun of his own.”
Even in the dark, Adam can see that sly grin and he wipes it off Nathan’s face, dipping in his tongue and taking that mouth in a way he’s missed more than he ever thought possible. They stumble back into the deeper darkness, narrowly avoiding the pitfalls and tripping over each other in their need to get to a public place that’s safe enough for playtime. Exit stage left and they’re in the wings ready for the performance to start.
“Here’ll do fine,” husks Nathan all choked up with sex.
Adam fumbles with the buttons on his hated suit jacket, the one she made him buy. He throws it aside and leans back as Nathan fights with zippers and catches, freeing them both from their pants.
“Gotta be quick,” he says, falling to his knees and licking a path up Nathan’s cock, rimming the tip until Nate’s humming and whining and his fingers are gripping the side of Adam’s head.
“Suck me for God’s sake.”
Adam carries on teasing, tickling the sensitive frenulum with the tip of his tongue then nibbling gently at the head until he can feel Nathan twitching beneath his lips with need.
“Quick you said.”
But Adam doesn’t want to be quick anymore. He slides a dry fist over his cock then squeezes Nathan’s balls with his free hand, all the while licking stripes of spit up and down and down Nathan’s erection until he can hear a hint of desperation in the man’s voice.
“Hell, Adam, please.” The whine's turning whinier as every second passes and Adam smiles, satisfied with life, and works himself up a little harder as he takes some small amount of pity on Nate, diving down onto his cock with a wide open mouth, teasing him with the nothingness of it all.
“Fuuuck. Oh fuck please.”
Drawing out the agony for as long as is (in) decent, Adam eventually closes his mouth and sucks long and hard, letting the head of that prick rub up against the back of his throat.
“Oh. Oh, Christ. Yeah,” yelps Nathan, bucking his hips and leaning back against wobbly scenery that isn’t up to supporting his weight. It’s a wonder the world doesn’t come crashing down around their ears.
Adam’s on the cusp of coming already and he drops his hand away, stroking over his thighs then up Nathan’s legs, sliding ‘round and cupping the man’s backside as he keeps up a steady suction.
“Wanna fuck.” Nathan’s panting, his fingers twisting and rubbing over Adam’s hair and skin, touching his goatee and feeling for the join where lips meet cock. “Wanna fuck. Want you to fuck me here. Want it. God. Yes. Want you. Now. Please. Now, Adam, now.”
How in the hell can Adam say no to that? He reaches out blindly to the left feeling for his jacket, still keeping his mouth occupied with Nathan, and he prays he’s got condoms with him. Thankfully he finds a couple tucked away in his wallet.
As soon as Adam rests back on his heels, Nathan drops like a stone down onto all fours, begging for it more than ever. Adam knows that sleepy smile has gone missing for the moment. He can damn near feel the heat radiating off of those pretty blue eyes.
Groaning as he slides the rubber slowly over the length of his cock Adam apologises in advance. “I don’t have lube, sorry.”
“Spit’s good enough.” Nathan voice is heavy and thick as he heaves himself insistently backwards pressing up close.
Adam wets his fingers and pushes them into Nathan’s ass, scissoring him open and rubbing against his sweet spot, then he reaches beneath to jerk at that prick and stop it from softening off too much. He finds it anything but soft.
“Do me, Adam for fuck’s sake,” hisses Nathan, full of pent up want and frustration. “I wanna come with you in me.”
Adam doesn’t have to be asked twice and he slides inside on a slicked up path of saliva. Nathan’s tight and burning hot even through rubber and although Adam’s prepped them both up as best he can, he knows he’s gotta remember to be careful, and it’s gonna be difficult with Nate in full on bitch-in-heat mode, begging for more the way he always does when they’re out there screwing in the danger zone.
“Chriiiiiiiist!” Adam sighs and the word comes out long and extended like he’s already coming.
The way Nathan’s fucking back on him screams out that the man’s not looking for careful and Adam isn’t in the frame of mind to argue. He thrusts hard then spits again, wetting his right palm and reaching ‘round, gripping Nathan tight.
There’s nothing can beat this. The music and cacophony of mixed up conversation is loud enough to mask the noise they’re making, but still there’s only a curtain and a few props separating them from the rest of the world. They’re screwing each other at the Hollywood premiere of their own movie. Nope, there’s nothing can beat this.
Adam slaps Nathan hard on the ass and the sound rings out like a pistol whip. It’s accompanied by a groan that just increases the fever (fervour?) of the moment.
“Such a dirty whore. Aren’t you?”
Slap.
“Fuck yeah,” breathes Nathan rocking back and forwards.
Slap.
Adam loves this. Needs this. He’s missed this so damn much.
Nathan’s hard, wet and twitching in his palm and every spank on the ass makes him harder still. Adam jacks him with long drawn out strokes, twisting at the tip then scraping his thumbnail over the slit until he can the feel the squeeze all the way inside. Christ, it’s so tight in there he can barely move. Pulling out slow he spits and slicks up rubber and palm ready for a bout of down and dirty fucking.
The tease has gone away for good now and what’s left is this upsurge of power. Adam digs his fingers into Nathan’s hip and rides on in, making every thick inch count, the head of his cock rubbing, grinding into Nathan’s sweet spot. The clench pulls him in deeper and deeper ‘til he thinks when he comes this time, he will be lost forever.
“Yeah. That’s it. Chriiiist.”
His muscles are burning up like someone’s lit a fire inside him but Adam keeps jacking and fucking, jacking and fucking until he swears he can feel the hammer of Nathan’s heart beat as he spills jerk after jerk of come over Adam’s fist.
That’s all it takes. Adam loves the feel of another man’s spunk on him and he likes the taste even more. Closing his eyes he laps the fluid off his fingers and shudders as the salt-sweet-tang hits every part of his taste buds. He collapses down over Nathan’s back and the pair of them slump to the floor in a heap with Adam nuzzling into the back of Nathan’s neck and licking up a different kind of salt.
Eventually pulling out and de-condoming, he knots the rubber and throws it to one side. “Gotta remember to get rid of that,” he says as Nathan turns lazily in his arms.
This is what bothers Adam the most. They should be full of shame and all on edge, getting dressed in silence then sneaking off back to the party, but it stopped being like that a while ago. Was it ever like that? Now it’s a case of kisses and quiet conversation.
“My face’ll be all red from your damn beard,” grumbles Nathan, but it doesn’t stop him leaning in to kiss some more.
Eventually, when Adam figures they’ve risked enough and the floor is getting kind of hard, he pulls up his pants and reaches for his jacket, wondering just how messed up it is (they are.)
It’s hard trying to find a bathroom backstage in the darkness, but they manage with more stumbling around and added laughter.
Adam wonders if someone spiked his drinks earlier. He must be drunk to behave as crazy as this. Nathan cleans up then risks first exit after a long kiss goodbye and Adam’s left staring at himself in the mirror. He looks ruddy-faced and well and truly fucked and he hopes that the publicists have got all the shots they want already. Joss won’t be happy that’s for sure.
He wastes some time going back to find and dispose of the used condom and when he finally discovers the long way back to the party, it’s almost over and the ‘stars’ are departing, heading off home all set to become real people again.
Adam thinks about it and decides he’s never stopped feeling like a real person. Maybe all the Hollywood crap is just a myth. He gets talking to some fans who’ve missed out on the party and sits and has a beer with them. That feels good and real. So does the key in his pocket. So does the bed when he gets into it later that night.
Part of him is expecting to find a couple of extras there waiting, but instead
it’s just Nathan and maybe that’s the best thing of all. Even if
it is a one time only deal.
DONE