Every girl Boy and Boy, needs a little joy
Title: Every girlboy and boy, needs a little joy...
Author: ladypadawan
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Kink, that's all I can give away.
A.N: Wasn't originally written for the Boy on Top challenge, but it fit so, here it is. Forgive me if the format is weird.
Disclaimer: Ewan and Hayden aren't mine, although they should be. Song is by Gary Glitter or Joan Jett and the Blackhearts or someone like that. Parts of this were inspired by a Mulder/Krycek series I read, just to let y'all know...
Beta'd by the lovely
Comma Nazi
Summary: Ewan and Hayden go out for a night around town, and some interesting things happen...
"Ewan, please?" Hayden pouted, his lower lip sticking out in a way that only he could make sexy. He tugged gently on the Scot's arm. "Trust me."
"No, I don't fucking trust you." Every nerve in Ewan's body told him to distrust the blond, but that pout... God, it made him hard.
Hayden batted his eyelashes. "Please?" He repeated, resting his head on the older man's shoulder.
Ewan sighed, thinking. Just one night, what harm could he do? 'A lot' the nagging voice smirked.
"Oh, alright..." He was buried amid a flood of licks and kisses. "Oh, Jesus, I'm going to regret this..."
***
"Where are we going?" Ewan asked, taking a seat in Hayden's car. His eyes slid to his lover, his black dress shirt only partially buttoned, revealing the toned muscles beneath.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Damn Hayden and his cocky all-knowing smile. The knot of anxiety was growing in his stomach. He tossed a scarf at Ewan. "Put this on."
"What the-" Ewan gaped at shimmering scarf on his lap.
"Just put it over your eyes." Hayden's smiled widened, and he looked completely evil. No wonder George had picked the boy out to play the future Dark Lord of the Universe.
Sighing, Ewan obeyed, tying the cloth over his eyes. It was Hayden's night, after all...
Once Hayden was sure Ewan couldn't see at all, the seats lurched as the car pulled away.
"This had better be fucking worth it." Ewan growled.
"Oh, it will be," Hayden promised. "Touch yourself." The order came out sharp and hard.
"Are you kidding me?"
"No." Hayden's voice was dangerously low. "Do it, now."
Something told him it would be better to follow orders. A horny and angry Hayden was not something he wanted to deal with tonight. Blindly, he reached for the zipper in his jeans and pulled his cock out.
"That's right." Hayden crooned, his eyes dropping to Ewan. The drive continued silently for several minutes. Then, Ewan's pants filled the car. Hayden's eyes narrowed as Ewan's head fell back and he began to grunt loudly. "Don't you dare come. We're almost there."
"Oh, god, I know," Ewan gasped. He grinned inwardly and gave another loud moan.
"Bastard!" Hayden spat, his free hand dropping to the growing bulge in his pants. He sped along recklessly, and braked abruptly after pulling into a parking lot.
"Out," Hayden demanded, opening up Ewan's door. Wasting no time, Ewan scrambled out onto the pavement. Some how, he managed to tuck himself back into his tight pants, and then slumped against the car.
"Let's just go in already," Ewan begged, very self-conscious of his very apparent hard-on. He wiped his sticky hand on his pants (hell, they were going to get even wetter later), and held it out for Hayden to take.
God, he must look pretty fucking stupid. Walk blindfolded down a street, hand in hand with another man, and not just any man, Hayden Christensen. The press would have one hell of a field day.
He was dimly aware as Hayden pulled him into a building. Loud music started blaring at him from all directions, making him feel even more lost and hopeless.
"Voila" Hayden tugged off the blindfold and Ewan was nearly blinded by the lit up place.
"Hayden, what the fuck?" He spotted a pair of gentlemen in one of the darker corners who looked extremely busy. "This, this is a-a-"
"Yep," Was all Hayden said, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Shit, Hayden. What if someone sees us here?" Ewan looked around, growing more paranoid as seconds ticked by and more same sex couples fell into view.
"Relax," Hayden soothed, easing Ewan into a booth and then sliding in next to him.
"What do ya want, fellas?" A handsome, and probably gay, Ewan reminded himself, teen stopped at their table.
"Molson Canadian," Hayden breezed, smiling up at the waiter.
"Uh, same." Ewan muttered. He felt himself blushing as the youth looked him over approvingly.
The server disappeared momentarily and then returned with two bottles. "Enjoy."
"I'll try." Ewan couldn't help but feel somewhat relieved as boy disappeared, but not before turning back to look at the couple again.
"Just think though, for the first time, we don't have to hide anything now, do we?" Hayden pointed out, sipping his own drink, waggling his eyebrows at his ill at ease lover.
A feeling of dread entered Ewan's stomach as Hayden said those words, but he was soon too occupied with Hayden's mouth to pursue the matter.
"Down, boy," Hayden murmured, pressing his hand into Ewan's crotch. "We still have a long night to go."
"You fucking started it," Ewan grumbled, pushing his hips into the blonde's hands. "In the car."
If Hayden heard this, he certainly ignored it. He tugged on Ewan's belt loops. "Let's dance."
As if on cue, an upbeat drumbeat started, magnified by the blasting speakers all over the bar.
"Well fancy that," Hayden said, feigning innocence.
"You little-" Ewan was cut off by Hayden's singing with the song.
"Do you wanna touch? Do you wanna touch?" He grabbed Ewan's hand and slid it down over his hips, grinning. "Do you wanna touch me there?"
A groan slipped past Ewan's lips as Hayden began to grind his hips. He was painfully aware of his own body hardening, if that was even possible at that stage...
"Fuck, Hayden," Ewan muttered into the blonde's ear, but was helpless to stop his own body from falling into rhythm with Hayden's.
"Soon, very soon," Hayden chuckled, throwing his head back on Ewan's shoulder.
"Dammit, Hayden, if you're going to drag me out at midnight, blindfold me, and then tease me, you'd better get to it fast," Ewan panted. "Please," He added in a pained voice.
"Alright." Hayden grabbed Ewan by the arm, and dragged him into the back of the club. Without knocking he pushed open a dark door, and slammed it shut, locking the heavy door.
"Strip," He shot, already scrambling out of his own. Within minutes, a second set of clothes joined the other. Hayden backed the older man onto the bed.
Fumbling for a container of lube on a small table next to the bed, he hastily unscrewed the cap with shaking fingers.He spread the contents greedily over his hard cock. Pushing the Scot's leg's up, Hayden gazed hungrily at the man under him.
"So," He probed the puckered entrance with the tip of his cock gently. "Do you wanna touch?"
"Stop fucking around," Ewan groaned.
"Answer me." Hayden leaned in close, his breath brushing past his ear. He pushed his cock in a little harder, and pulled away. Ewan grunted.
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Yes. I want you to fucking touch me."
With that, Hayden slid himself into the older man, who gasped under him.
"What do you want me to do?"
"T-touch me." Ewan moaned.
"Like this?" Hayden stroked upwards on Ewan's erection, at the same time, pulling his own cock partway out and pushing it back in.
"Ah..." Ewan panted, his hands grabbing at the boy's slender waist, his fingers digging in, leaving small marks. "Yes, ah."
Hayden painfully withdrew again and then plunged back into the older man, pumping Ewan's cock in rhythm. A loud grunt let him know he had touched Ewan in the right place. He smiled down at the panting man, his head tilted back in ecstasy
"Right here," Hayden moaned. He grabbed Ewan by the chin with his free hand. Forcefully, he turned Ewan's face to his. "Keep your eyes on me," He kissed the lips again. "Got it?"
Ewan groaned staring up into the burning eyes.
"Got it?" Hayden pressed, starting to pull out of Ewan.
"No, don't!" Ewan gasped. He tried to bring his hands down between his legs himself, but Hayden caught them, and pinned them above his head.
"Did you hear me?" Hayden growled. His teeth bit hardat Ewan's shoulder. "Did you fucking hear me?" He had pulled all the way out now.
"Fuck hell, yes." Ewan found his voice and screamed at him. "I'll do fucking anything, just fuck me!"
Hayden plunged back into Ewan, who shouted hoarsely. He bit his lip and struggled to keep his eyes on the boy above him as he felt a hot hand grip his cock.
Ewan came first, hot and fast, into Hayden's hand. He smiled as Hayden offered his fingers back to him. He caught them with his lips, and began to suckle them, tasting himself. Hayden gave out a hoarse cry as he came seconds after, falling on top of the Scot.
They lay like that for a few minutes, silent except for their heavy breathing.
"Do you hear that?" Ewan asked suddenly. He sat up listening. The music had stopped and the people in the club were shouting something.
"Oh, I don't know..." Hayden removed himself from the Scot, kissing his shoulder. "Let's go see." Hastily they redressed, pulling their tangled garments from the floor. Ewan tugged open the door and froze.
"Boy on Top! Boy on Top!" The cries had been greatly muffled by the heavy door. That wasn't what surprised him. What surprised him was the large video screen above the bar. Two sweaty, tangled bodies were writhing on screen. He was even more surprised to see it was him and Hayden
"Hayden, you kinky bastard..." Ewan glared as Hayden looked casually up at the screen. He watched they made love, a satisfied smile on his face. He turned
back to the shorter man, pulling him into a kiss.
"But I'm your kinky bastard."
Author: ladypadawan
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Kink, that's all I can give away.
A.N: Wasn't originally written for the Boy on Top challenge, but it fit so, here it is. Forgive me if the format is weird.
Disclaimer: Ewan and Hayden aren't mine, although they should be. Song is by Gary Glitter or Joan Jett and the Blackhearts or someone like that. Parts of this were inspired by a Mulder/Krycek series I read, just to let y'all know...
Beta'd by the lovely
Comma Nazi
Summary: Ewan and Hayden go out for a night around town, and some interesting things happen...
"Ewan, please?" Hayden pouted, his lower lip sticking out in a way that only he could make sexy. He tugged gently on the Scot's arm. "Trust me."
"No, I don't fucking trust you." Every nerve in Ewan's body told him to distrust the blond, but that pout... God, it made him hard.
Hayden batted his eyelashes. "Please?" He repeated, resting his head on the older man's shoulder.
Ewan sighed, thinking. Just one night, what harm could he do? 'A lot' the nagging voice smirked.
"Oh, alright..." He was buried amid a flood of licks and kisses. "Oh, Jesus, I'm going to regret this..."
***
"Where are we going?" Ewan asked, taking a seat in Hayden's car. His eyes slid to his lover, his black dress shirt only partially buttoned, revealing the toned muscles beneath.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Damn Hayden and his cocky all-knowing smile. The knot of anxiety was growing in his stomach. He tossed a scarf at Ewan. "Put this on."
"What the-" Ewan gaped at shimmering scarf on his lap.
"Just put it over your eyes." Hayden's smiled widened, and he looked completely evil. No wonder George had picked the boy out to play the future Dark Lord of the Universe.
Sighing, Ewan obeyed, tying the cloth over his eyes. It was Hayden's night, after all...
Once Hayden was sure Ewan couldn't see at all, the seats lurched as the car pulled away.
"This had better be fucking worth it." Ewan growled.
"Oh, it will be," Hayden promised. "Touch yourself." The order came out sharp and hard.
"Are you kidding me?"
"No." Hayden's voice was dangerously low. "Do it, now."
Something told him it would be better to follow orders. A horny and angry Hayden was not something he wanted to deal with tonight. Blindly, he reached for the zipper in his jeans and pulled his cock out.
"That's right." Hayden crooned, his eyes dropping to Ewan. The drive continued silently for several minutes. Then, Ewan's pants filled the car. Hayden's eyes narrowed as Ewan's head fell back and he began to grunt loudly. "Don't you dare come. We're almost there."
"Oh, god, I know," Ewan gasped. He grinned inwardly and gave another loud moan.
"Bastard!" Hayden spat, his free hand dropping to the growing bulge in his pants. He sped along recklessly, and braked abruptly after pulling into a parking lot.
"Out," Hayden demanded, opening up Ewan's door. Wasting no time, Ewan scrambled out onto the pavement. Some how, he managed to tuck himself back into his tight pants, and then slumped against the car.
"Let's just go in already," Ewan begged, very self-conscious of his very apparent hard-on. He wiped his sticky hand on his pants (hell, they were going to get even wetter later), and held it out for Hayden to take.
God, he must look pretty fucking stupid. Walk blindfolded down a street, hand in hand with another man, and not just any man, Hayden Christensen. The press would have one hell of a field day.
He was dimly aware as Hayden pulled him into a building. Loud music started blaring at him from all directions, making him feel even more lost and hopeless.
"Voila" Hayden tugged off the blindfold and Ewan was nearly blinded by the lit up place.
"Hayden, what the fuck?" He spotted a pair of gentlemen in one of the darker corners who looked extremely busy. "This, this is a-a-"
"Yep," Was all Hayden said, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Shit, Hayden. What if someone sees us here?" Ewan looked around, growing more paranoid as seconds ticked by and more same sex couples fell into view.
"Relax," Hayden soothed, easing Ewan into a booth and then sliding in next to him.
"What do ya want, fellas?" A handsome, and probably gay, Ewan reminded himself, teen stopped at their table.
"Molson Canadian," Hayden breezed, smiling up at the waiter.
"Uh, same." Ewan muttered. He felt himself blushing as the youth looked him over approvingly.
The server disappeared momentarily and then returned with two bottles. "Enjoy."
"I'll try." Ewan couldn't help but feel somewhat relieved as boy disappeared, but not before turning back to look at the couple again.
"Just think though, for the first time, we don't have to hide anything now, do we?" Hayden pointed out, sipping his own drink, waggling his eyebrows at his ill at ease lover.
A feeling of dread entered Ewan's stomach as Hayden said those words, but he was soon too occupied with Hayden's mouth to pursue the matter.
"Down, boy," Hayden murmured, pressing his hand into Ewan's crotch. "We still have a long night to go."
"You fucking started it," Ewan grumbled, pushing his hips into the blonde's hands. "In the car."
If Hayden heard this, he certainly ignored it. He tugged on Ewan's belt loops. "Let's dance."
As if on cue, an upbeat drumbeat started, magnified by the blasting speakers all over the bar.
"Well fancy that," Hayden said, feigning innocence.
"You little-" Ewan was cut off by Hayden's singing with the song.
"Do you wanna touch? Do you wanna touch?" He grabbed Ewan's hand and slid it down over his hips, grinning. "Do you wanna touch me there?"
A groan slipped past Ewan's lips as Hayden began to grind his hips. He was painfully aware of his own body hardening, if that was even possible at that stage...
"Fuck, Hayden," Ewan muttered into the blonde's ear, but was helpless to stop his own body from falling into rhythm with Hayden's.
"Soon, very soon," Hayden chuckled, throwing his head back on Ewan's shoulder.
"Dammit, Hayden, if you're going to drag me out at midnight, blindfold me, and then tease me, you'd better get to it fast," Ewan panted. "Please," He added in a pained voice.
"Alright." Hayden grabbed Ewan by the arm, and dragged him into the back of the club. Without knocking he pushed open a dark door, and slammed it shut, locking the heavy door.
"Strip," He shot, already scrambling out of his own. Within minutes, a second set of clothes joined the other. Hayden backed the older man onto the bed.
Fumbling for a container of lube on a small table next to the bed, he hastily unscrewed the cap with shaking fingers.He spread the contents greedily over his hard cock. Pushing the Scot's leg's up, Hayden gazed hungrily at the man under him.
"So," He probed the puckered entrance with the tip of his cock gently. "Do you wanna touch?"
"Stop fucking around," Ewan groaned.
"Answer me." Hayden leaned in close, his breath brushing past his ear. He pushed his cock in a little harder, and pulled away. Ewan grunted.
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Yes. I want you to fucking touch me."
With that, Hayden slid himself into the older man, who gasped under him.
"What do you want me to do?"
"T-touch me." Ewan moaned.
"Like this?" Hayden stroked upwards on Ewan's erection, at the same time, pulling his own cock partway out and pushing it back in.
"Ah..." Ewan panted, his hands grabbing at the boy's slender waist, his fingers digging in, leaving small marks. "Yes, ah."
Hayden painfully withdrew again and then plunged back into the older man, pumping Ewan's cock in rhythm. A loud grunt let him know he had touched Ewan in the right place. He smiled down at the panting man, his head tilted back in ecstasy
"Right here," Hayden moaned. He grabbed Ewan by the chin with his free hand. Forcefully, he turned Ewan's face to his. "Keep your eyes on me," He kissed the lips again. "Got it?"
Ewan groaned staring up into the burning eyes.
"Got it?" Hayden pressed, starting to pull out of Ewan.
"No, don't!" Ewan gasped. He tried to bring his hands down between his legs himself, but Hayden caught them, and pinned them above his head.
"Did you hear me?" Hayden growled. His teeth bit hardat Ewan's shoulder. "Did you fucking hear me?" He had pulled all the way out now.
"Fuck hell, yes." Ewan found his voice and screamed at him. "I'll do fucking anything, just fuck me!"
Hayden plunged back into Ewan, who shouted hoarsely. He bit his lip and struggled to keep his eyes on the boy above him as he felt a hot hand grip his cock.
Ewan came first, hot and fast, into Hayden's hand. He smiled as Hayden offered his fingers back to him. He caught them with his lips, and began to suckle them, tasting himself. Hayden gave out a hoarse cry as he came seconds after, falling on top of the Scot.
They lay like that for a few minutes, silent except for their heavy breathing.
"Do you hear that?" Ewan asked suddenly. He sat up listening. The music had stopped and the people in the club were shouting something.
"Oh, I don't know..." Hayden removed himself from the Scot, kissing his shoulder. "Let's go see." Hastily they redressed, pulling their tangled garments from the floor. Ewan tugged open the door and froze.
"Boy on Top! Boy on Top!" The cries had been greatly muffled by the heavy door. That wasn't what surprised him. What surprised him was the large video screen above the bar. Two sweaty, tangled bodies were writhing on screen. He was even more surprised to see it was him and Hayden
"Hayden, you kinky bastard..." Ewan glared as Hayden looked casually up at the screen. He watched they made love, a satisfied smile on his face. He turned
back to the shorter man, pulling him into a kiss.
"But I'm your kinky bastard."