And the Oscar goes to…
Author: Kevswitchau
Pairing: EW/TM
Genre: RPS, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic sex, language. Yay!
Disclaimer: This is purely a piece of fiction. Thank you to
Kinky Hobbit for a great plot bunny – hope I’ve done it justice. Unfortunately I don’t own rights to either of
these lush young men...a girl can dream, can’t she?
“Hey Spiderman.”
He didn’t turn towards
the voice, merely lifted his eyes to the mirror. He was used to the greeting
from strangers by now, and he had stopped being pissed off by it a long time
ago.
Aaah...now that was a face he remembered...
“Hey Mikey,” he
grinned, knowing that the name would hit a nerve. “Long time no see, what’s
up?”
Elijah grimaced. The
boy never did disappoint. He shrugged and leaned against the tiled wall, his
eyes never leaving Tobey’s face. Damn. Tobey had forgotten how blue Elijah’s
eyes were...how they could bore right through you...
“Oh you know....same
ol’ same ol’.”
Tobey grinned. Elijah
thought he was so cool in that suit. Come to think of it, he didn’t look half
bad. Mikey was growing up nicely.
“Yeah, I know what
that’s like man.” Tobey studied Elijah, remembering the last time they’d seen
each other. He couldn’t remember how old Lij had been, but there was no way
he’d been legal. Come to think of it, Tobey didn’t think he’d been legal. Not that it mattered. Not that it had gone that
far…but he remembered how he’d loved the look of Elijah’s mouth, it’s softness,
it’s innocence, the taste of his tongue...
“So,” probed Elijah.
“You and Kirsten are pretty tight, huh. All touchy feely. Anything serious?”
Tobey laughed
bitterly. “What do you think?”
Elijah grinned wryly.
“Decoy, huh?”
“Good for the image,”
sneered Tobey. “Apparently teenyboppers don’t find the thought of Spiderman
being sucked off by some young stud appealing. Bad for publicity.”
“Shame,” smirked
Elijah, stepping closer. “I didn’t have any plans for the next ten minutes.”
Tobey eyed him
suspiciously. “Tease.”
A small smile played
around Elijah’s lips. “I never tease, man....I always follow through.”
Tobey was feeling a
dull heat creep up his neck. “Slut.”
Elijah took another
step forward, his hands thrust into his pockets. “Fag,” he countered.
Tobey’s face
registered shock, a well-rehearsed protest rising to his mouth. It died,
unvoiced, as Elijah slowly licked his lips and moved closer.
Tobey was feeling
slightly light headed. This was different. Different from that last time. Then
it had been Elijah who was caught off guard, the shock had been on Elijah’s face. It had been Elijah’s shaking hands betraying his
nervousness. Tobey cleared his throat.
“Gotta tell ya man,”
he rasped. “Loved Fellowship.”
Elijah cocked his
head. “Thanks.”
“Nice looking cast.”
Elijah nodded and
smiled that smile, the one few people
ever saw. The one that made him look slightly evil. So much for the cherubic child actor, thought Tobey. If only they knew...
The door opened
suddenly and they both turned towards the sinks, making a show of washing their
hands. They didn’t turn to see who it was. They didn’t care.
“How long is this
fucking ceremony?” Hissed Tobey.
Elijah nodded. “It’s
an absolute cunt, man. I’m in the goddamn front row, I can’t even catch some
Zs!”
Tobey chuckled. “I
noticed Ian’s bit o’fluff though. Very tasty.”
Elijah flashed him
that slightly predatory grin again. “Oh yeah...you have no idea.”
Both chuckled softly
as the interloper finished his piss, washed his hands and left.
“Where were we?”
Elijah turned, resting his ass against the sink.
“Pretty much here,” murmured
Tobey, leaning in and pressing his lips against Elijah’s. The movement was
smooth and unexpected, catching Elijah unaware. Good, the ball is back in the right court.
He reached his arm
around and pulled Elijah close as his tongue invaded the younger man’s willing,
slightly smoky flavoured mouth. Elijah made a rough sound deep in his throat
and stepped into Tobey’s embrace, his hands unconsciously finding Tobey’s waist
and resting there.
When they finally
broke apart, both were gasping. This was...they had only been here once
before...and this was as far as it had gone. This and a bit of groping in a
darkened trailer. Christina had been there too, but somehow it had never been
about her. That had always pissed her off.
Blue eyes stared into
blue eyes.
“Been a long time,
man.”
“Yeah,” breathed
Elijah. “Long, long time.”
Tobey’s hand reached
down and slowly, deliberately, rubbed across the front of Elijah’s trousers,
making him jerk and grunt in response. He was hard, rock hard. Tobey felt his
pulse quicken.
It had been years.
He’d been on the publicity bandwagon ever since Pleasantville, ever since
becoming the Next Big Thing. Too many
fucking years spent with cameras practically shoved up his ass. He couldn’t even
take a crap without some asshole filming him leaving the bathroom. So his
manager had made it very clear. If he was ever caught with his tongue down
someone’s throat, that someone had better have tits.
So this...this had
been a long time coming.
He grabbed Elijah’s
tie and gently drew him forward.
“I think,” he
breathed, walking backwards towards one of the stalls. “We need more privacy.”
His eyes never left
Elijah’s. Elijah smiled, but didn’t speak.
Tobey kept walking
until his calves bumped against the toilet. The lid was closed. He sat down.
Elijah reached behind himself and closed and locked the door.
“So,” he smiled. “What
do we do with all this privacy?”
Tobey raised an
eyebrow. “Any suggestions?”
Reaching forward,
Elijah placed a flat hand against Tobey’s chest and pushed him backwards so
that his shoulders were resting against the cistern.
Elijah dropped softly
to his knees between Tobey’s spread thighs, grasped his hips and tugged him
forward.
Damn. Lost the ball again, Tobey thought absently, but as he felt Elijah undo his
pants and reach inside, he realised that he just didn’t give a fuck.
He felt Elijah’s fist
wrap around his cock and free it from his trousers.
Christ...oh...christ...
Tobey let his head
fall back against the cistern. He’d had girls do this, many times, but there
was just something about getting a blow job from another man...the scratch of
stubble, the hot smell of sweat and aftershave...
He lifted his head, his
eyes finding Elijah’s. That look was back. Hungry. In control. Tobey found it
at once chilling and completely horny. Little Mikey was all grown up.
Tobey couldn’t look
away as Elijah flicked his tongue around the almost purple head of his cock,
licking along the shaft as if it were a candy cane, an ice cream, something to
be savoured. Something to be devoured. The softness of Elijah’s hot, wet mouth
was electric as he smiled, and closed his lips over the engorged tip of Tobey’s
erection.
Christ...oh...christ...
His hands found
themselves in Elijah’s hair. Not pushing. Not forcing. But holding. Keeping
rhythm with the movement, and his gently thrusting hips, and the soft, wet
noises coming from his lap.
Suddenly, Elijah
pulled back slightly, opened his jaws wide, and took Tobey’s cock deep into his
throat.
“Aargh...FUCK!” Tobey’s cry was involuntary and
very, very loud. They both froze for a moment and listened. Elijah maintained
the pressure, sucking firmly, almost painfully. Tobey felt his cock twitch, and
twitch again. His hands gently stilled Elijah’s head.
“Oh god...oh man, I’m
gonna...not yet...”
Elijah slowly pulled
back, his teeth lightly scraping the taut skin along Tobey’s shaft, making him
moan.
Elijah sat back on his
knees as Tobey concentrated on calming himself down. Pulling himself back. His
cock huge and glistening between them.
Reaching forward, he
hauled Elijah to his feet, turned and shoved him against the door. He lifted
Elijah’s hands and hooked them over the top of the door, nudged Elijah’s feet
apart, and leaned into him, his erection trapped between them. He pushed his
hips forward and felt Elijah push back, grinding his ass against his cock.
Christ...oh...christ...
He didn’t even
remember undoing Elijah’s trousers, but he knew suddenly that flesh was rubbing
against willing flesh and the only sound in the bathroom was rasping breath.
Tobey lifted his hand
and sucked wetly on his thumb, lubricating it with the only moisture he had
before running it down between Elijah’s trembling ass cheeks and pushing it
firmly inside him. He felt Elijah jerk, heard him hiss through his teeth before
pushing backwards, coaxing Tobey deeper. Tobey moved his thumb slowly, reaching
with the rest of his fingers to caress and stroke Elijah’s balls. He moved
deliberately, coaxing tiny whimpers from Elijah as he pushed harder.
Tobey paused and
leaned his head forward against Elijah’s shoulder.
“I want to...” he
gasped.
“Yes…”
“I need to...”
“Do it...fuck...Tobey,
do it...”
Elijah mewled as Tobey
withdrew his thumb. Tobey spat into his hand and massaged it into Elijah’s
asshole, then did it again and rubbed it over the head of his cock.
He braced his legs
against the backs of Elijah’s and pushed. The muscle resisted and he pushed
forward, harder, gritting his teeth as he felt the resistance falter and the
tip of his cock slide in.
Jesus...is this happening...?
“Fuck…Tobey...Fuck…”
He reached out and
grasped Elijah’s slim hips, held him firm, and pushed. Elijah cried out as
Tobey thrust into him in one long, smooth motion. Tobey felt Elijah’s muscles
squeeze against the intrusion...tight...tight...Elijah’s knuckles white as he
gripped the top of the door.
Christ...
He gritted his teeth
and continued the forward motion until he felt his pelvis pushed hard up
against Elijah’s butt. Sweat tricked between his shoulder blades. He heard
Elijah’s fluttering breath, a whimper.
“Y’Okay?” He croaked.
His voice was gone.
Elijah answered him by
clenching his muscles. Hard. Tobey shouted against Elijah’s back. His voice was
there after all.
“That good, huh?” He
managed, grinning.
Elijah let his head
fall back against Tobey’s shoulder, his eyes hazy and heavy-lidded with that
raw ‘come fuck me’ look. Always happy to
oblige, Tobey tightened his grip on Elijah’s hips and pulled
out...slowly...slowly...like slipping through wet silk...almost completely,
before pushing forward slightly, teasingly, flexing his hips so that only the
first inch or two of cock played in and out of Elijah. Then, without warning,
he plunged forward…total emersion...he drove deep.
“Fuck,” Elijah moaned through clenched teeth.
Tobey withdrew again,
and again, teasing for longer each time before burying himself deep...deep...Elijah
swearing and shoving against him.
Tobey pushed inside
once more and then reached around, closing his fingers around Elijah’s
throbbing, turgid cock, and slowly began to jerk him off. Thrusting, pulling,
squeezing, setting up a rhythm that coursed through both bodies.
He felt Elijah’s prick
jump inside his clenched fist and grinned wetly, speeding his hand, pushing
Elijah relentlessly forward. Elijah’s whole body began to tremble. He voiced
thick, throaty moans, alternately bucking his hips forward, into Tobey’s grip,
and backwards, grinding against his pelvis, impaling himself over, and over.
With a shudder Elijah
came in Tobey’s fist, screaming through gritted teeth, his head falling forward
against the door, his legs buckling. Only his grip on the doorframe holding him
up.
Tobey released
Elijah’s cock and once more grasped his waist, pulling him backwards. Hard.
Tobey felt hot coals
igniting in his stomach as he began to thrust firmly, lustily into Elijah,
savouring the still-tight clench around his cock, and Elijah’s animalistic
grunts.
His jaw was clenched,
his head pushed hard against Elijah’s back, between his shoulder blades.
Must hurt like hell...don’t care...
His hips slammed
forward, back, forward...then the stark white of the bathroom was replaced with
the hot, black starburst behind his eyes as the world imploded.
Elijah made a raw
sound in his chest as Tobey came hard, liquid fire pouring from him, his mouth
open in a silent scream until all that was left was shuddering and sweating and
the primal sounds echoing off the pristine tiles.
There was a slick
feeling of falling, and then emptiness, as Tobey finally pulled back and
out...and away.
He ripped toilet paper
from the dispenser, hand shaking, and cleaned himself up, pulling up his pants
and tucking his shirt in before turning back to Elijah, who had just done the
same. They looked at each other for a second, and Tobey glanced at his watch.
“Fuck...I’m on in
ten...”
Elijah nodded, and
unlocked the door. Tobey watched him step out into the washroom.
That was it?
The fuck it was!
He leaned forward,
grabbed Elijah’s arm and pulled him back inside the cubicle that smelled of
sweat and aftershave and cum. He slammed
the door and pushed Elijah against it, grasped the lapels of his suit and
kissed him.
Elijah’s mouth was
passive for a moment, simply allowing the invasion, before leaping to life and
eagerly, greedily, sucking on Tobey’s lips and tongue. Tobey felt himself
propelled backwards, his legs hitting the edge of the toilet, his ass landing
on the lid. Without breaking contact,
Elijah climbed forward, onto his lap, his cock pressed hotly against Tobey’s
stomach, his thighs gripping Tobey’s hips, his hands in Tobey’s hair.
When they finally came
up for air, Tobey gasped.
“Man...I gotta go...”
Elijah nodded again,
but this time he spoke.
“What’re you doing
after the ceremony?”
Tobey shrugged
apologetically as they disentangled from each other and stood up.
“Kirsten....”
“Can you lose her?”
Tobey felt his smile
stretch into a Cheshire Cat grin.
“Done.”
“Fuckin’ A...break a
leg, man,” Elijah straightened Tobey’s tie, leaned forward and picked a piece
of lint off his jacket, opened the door and pushed him out.
Tobey watched him wash
his hands, check the mirror and stroll to the door.
“Say hi to Kirsten for
me...”
Tobey chuckled. “Bite
me, geek.”
Elijah turned . “Maybe
next time.” He winked lewdly at Tobey. “Later.”
And he was gone.
Tobey looked at himself
in the mirror. His pupils were huge and he had that just-been-fucked grin on
his face. Kirsten would be pissed. Who gives a shit.
“Yeah,” he chuckled to
himself, washing his hands. “Fuck...yeah!”
He walked to the door
and left.
Kevswitchau 2002
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