"The Apology" (Zac Efron/Shia LaBeouf)
Title: The Apology
Author: electric_wish
Characters/Pairing: Zac Efron/Shia LaBeouf
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: This never, ever happened. If you think it did, you're utterly silly.
Summary: Shia has some apologizing to do.
Author's Note: Inspired by this article: www.showbizspy.com/article/202897/shia-labeouf-im-nothing-like-zac-efron.html
The Apology
“Apparently we’re meant to be having some sort of bitch fight.”
Zac opens one eye at the sound of the voice. Where the sun had been gleaming in the clear blue California sky was now a face blocking his sun and leaving him shaded. He doesn’t care that the face is that of Shia LaBeouf - he’s in the goddamn way. “Dude.” Zac says effortlessly, “Do you mind?”
Shia frowns, not exactly used to being shrugged off - and especially not used to being ignored by some wannabe actor. But he moves to the left a bit so that the rays can resume their bronzing of Zac’s already-bronzed torso. “I hope you’re wearing sunscreen,” Shia says to piss Zac off. The grunt he receives as a response confirms that he’s been successful.
“What do you want, dude?” Zac asks, closing his eye again. The arrogance is starting to bug Shia, and he’s beginning to wonder if maybe - just maybe - Zac might have heard about the same article for which Shia had been receiving abuse over for the past few hours. When did everyone get so sensitive in Hollywood? Shia thinks, and then grins to himself; he’s been on enough film sets to know that Hollywood has been really sensitive for a very, very long time. Oh, the arts. He rolls his eyes.
“I, uh,” Shia starts, getting slightly distracted by Zac’s hand which was scratching Zac’s bare chest in front of him. “I got a call from my agent this morning. He’s fuming, ‘cause he thinks I’ve gone and made every female below the age of thirty hate me.”
“How’s that?” Zac asks, trying to sound bored, uninterested. Secretly, he’s loving how reluctant Shia is about being here, and no doubt this ‘coincidental’ meeting on the beach was his agent’s idea.
“Cause I, uh... I might have, um...” Shia sighs. “I might have, sorta, inadvertently dissed you to the press.” Shia is waiting for Zac’s eyes to fly open, for him to start shouting at him, even just to throw a hissy fit and fling sand in his face. But nothing of the sort happens. In fact, Shia is pretty disappointed by his reaction.
“No shit.” Zac mumbles, eyes still closed.
Shia hadn’t wanted to have to say this next bit, had told his agent that he wouldn’t - couldn’t - say it to Zac-wonderboy-Efron over something so “fucking retarded” as this ridiculous tabloid ‘scandal’. Yet here it was, the other guy had forced him into it, and it was going to end here and now or never at all. Shia breathes and mutters something that sounds like “sry.”
Zac pops his eyes open and looks at Shia, eyebrows raised. “Come again?”
Biting his lip, and holding in the urge to show Zac the finger, Shia puts his pride out on the line and says it loud and clearly. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I implied that you were a goody-two-shoes to the press. Clearly you’re not.” Shia smirks at that last bit that he couldn’t help throwing in for good measure. To his surprise, Zac’s lips curl into a smile.
“Nice.” Zac says. He props himself up on his elbows, taking interest in Shia for the first time - allowing himself to, now that the issue was resolved. “I knew about the article. I’ve got people too, you know.” Zac shrugs. “Whatever though, dude. You just don’t know how badass I am.” There’s a silence before Zac starts to laugh, and then Shia joins in because, really, the idea of a badass Zac Efron is ridiculous.
“Hey,” Zac says when they’ve calmed down. “You wanna go get a bite to eat or something?”
“Sure.” Shia nods. Then he notices how blue those eyes are up close and how soft Zac’s skin looks. Huh. That’s new. He thinks.
*
Zac can’t believe how the tables have turned.
A couple of hours earlier they had been arguing on the beach. And now here he was in some downtown hotel room, his legs wrapped around Shia’s skinny hips, while Shia pounds in and out of his tight ass. Zac is impressed by how good a fuck Shia actually is, he knows how everything works - surprising, Zac thinks, considering how all of his roles are goofy fuck-ups. But yet Shia’s dick is working wonders inside Zac, making him gasp and moan and bite down on his lip to keep from screaming. Meanwhile Zac’s cock, throbbing and leaking pre-come, is being slowly teased by Shia’s fist.
“If Disney could see us now...” Shia says with a grin. Zac wants to say something back, but all he has left in his vocabulary at this second is “ugh!” and “fuck!”
Shia pushes deep inside him, making Zac’s cock twitch, and leans in to catch Zac’s lips in his own. Zac kisses him back with a silent desperation: he wants Shia to continue his thrusts, but he sure as hell isn’t gonna beg for it. The kiss gets heated when Shia’s tongue comes into play, and Zac allows it entrance to his mouth. The hand around his cock has stopped its strokes, so Zac grabs the fist in his own hand and encourages it to resume. He feels Shia smile in their kiss and he can’t help but smile back.
Shia pulls back and looks Zac in his eyes, and Zac can’t help but blush. “You’re adorable,” Shia chuckles and kisses him again.
Zac rolls his eyes and mutters “shut up and fuck me.” Grinning, Shia returns to his previous position before thrusting into Zac again. Zac gasps and throws his arms up to cover his face to hide his pained expression from Shia. Shia smoothes a hand up Zac’s bare chest and down over hard abs. His skin is incredibly soft, stretched out over the hard muscles, and Shia can’t keep his hands off him - even Zac’s cock is smooth, burning hard in his hand as it leaks pre-come all over his fist.
Shia licks his lips and continues pounding Zac’s ass, even as he approaches orgasm. Zac reaches up and tweaks one of Shia’s nipples, and Shia is nearly pushed over the edge. He pulls out of Zac and whips off the condom, jerking himself off while Zac groans at the sudden loss of Shia’s cock inside him. Shia shuts his eyes tight, breathing heavy, and comes, spurting all over Zac’s hard body.
Once he’s ridden it out, Shia catches his breath and kneels between Zac’s knees. Zac licks his lips expectantly as Shia edges closer to his dick. “Your turn,” Shia winks. Zac’s breath catches in his throat as Shia runs his tongue along his length, from base to sensitive tip. Shia lightly touches the head of it with a finger and lifts, bringing some sticky pre-come with it. Zac groans when Shis brings the finger to his lips and licks it. Friggin’ tease.
When Shia finally takes his cock into his mouth, Zac feels as if his entire body is on fire. He’s never been so aroused in his life. He thrusts up into the other man’s mouth, making Shia gag on his thick member, but Shia simply puts a hand on Zac’s hip to steady him, and resumes sucking him off. It’s the best blowjob he’s ever received in his life, and Zac never wants it to end; the hotness of Shia’s mouth, the pull of his lips, the tease of his tongue. “Oh God.” Zac gasps when he looks down and watches his dick disappear into Shia’s skilled mouth. Shia’s got this look in his eyes, a devilish flare as he focuses on Zac’s crystal blue eyes. Then he winks, sending Zac over the edge. His cock unloads into Shia’s mouth while Zac moans, his muscled body glistening with sweat and come.
The pair collapse on top of each other, gasping for breath. Shia wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and chuckles. “To think that this all started ‘cause my agent wanted me to apologise.”
“Yeah.” Zac says, circling a finger in the pool of come covering his abs. “What are you gonna tell him?”
“That we made up,” Shia smirks. “And that I was wrong; Zac Efron is definitely not just a pretty face.”
Zac laughs and kisses Shia on the cheek. “Well, just as long as you’ve learned your lesson.”
End.