Star Power (LoveIsEnergy & TNT)

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Scenario Specifics

WHO:

Hugh Michael Jackman
"Wolverine"

Hugh's Profile

Born on October 12, 1968, in Sydney, New South Wales, Australia
Has Homes in Melbourne & New York City

41, 6'2", 195lbs w. Brown Hair & Hazel Eyes
43" Chest || 33" Waist || Size 11 Shoe

Currently Married to Deborra-Lee Furness Since 1996
Has 2 Adopted Kids: Oscar, Age 9, & Ava, Age 4
Bound to James Marsden in 2000 & Ryan Reynolds in 2004
Currently Courting Chris Evans & Chris Hemsworth

Last Project: X-Men Origins: Wolverine
Current Project: X-Men: First Class
Next Project: Real Steel

Fun Facts: Named “Sexiest Man Alive” in 2008, Enjoys Skiing & Surfing, He Sings & Plays the Piano

James Paul Marsden
"Bello, Jimmy, J.P."

James' Profile

Born on September 18th, 1973, in Stillwater, Oklahoma, USA
Has Homes in Hollywood & Nashville

36, 5'10", 165lbs w. Brown Hair & Blue Eyes
42" Chest || 32" Waist || Size 10 Shoe

Currently Married to Lisa Linde Since 2000 (Div. 2011)
Has 2 Kids: Jack, Age 8, and, Mary James, Age 4
Bound to Hugh Jackman in 2000

Last Project: The Box
Current Project: Cats & Dogs: Revenge of Kitty Galore
Next Project: Death at a Funeral

Fun Facts: He Enjoys Photography & Music, He Sings, as well as Plays the Piano & Guitar

Ryan Rodney Reynolds

Ryan's Profile

Born on October 23rd, 1976, in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Has an Apartment in Manhattan

33, 6'2", 185lbs w. Light Brown Hair & Hazel Eyes
42" Chest || 32" Waist || Size 10.5 Shoe

Currently Married to Scarlet Johansson Since 2008 (Div. 2011)
No Kids, Yet
Bound to Hugh Jackman in 2004

Last Project: Paper Man
Current Project: Buried
Next Project: Green Lantern

Fun Facts: Owns 3 Motorcycles, Enjoys Scuba Diving & Fishing

Chris Robert Evans
"Cevans"

Chris' Profile

Born on June 13th, 1981, in Boston, Massachusetts, USA
Has an Apartment in LA

28, 6'0", 190lbs w. Light Brown Hair & Blue Eyes
47" Chest || 33" Waist || Size 10 Shoe

Currently Single
No Kids, One Dog
Being Courted by Hugh Jackman

Last Project: Push
Current Project: The Losers
Next Project: Scott Pilgrim vs. The World

Fun Facts: Enjoys Drawing & Working Out, Has Several Tattoos

Chris Hemsworth
"Kip"

Chris' Profile

Born on August 11th, 1983, in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
Has an Apartment in LA

26, 6'3", 205lbs w. Blonde Hair & Blue Eyes
48" Chest || 33" Waist || Size 10 Shoe

Currently Dating Elsa Pataky
No Kids, Yet
Being Courted by Hugh Jackman

Last Project: A Perfect Getaway
Current Project: Ca$h
Next Project: Thor

Fun Facts: Enjoys Surfing & Football

Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill
"Hank, Henners, Most Dashing Duke"

Henry's Profile

Born on May 5th, 1983, in Jersey, Channel Islands, UK
Has an Apartment in LA

26, 6'1", 200lbs w. Dark Brown Hair & Blue Eyes
49" Chest || 32" Waist || Size 14 Shoe

Currently Single
No Kids, One Dog

Last Project: Blood Creek
Current Project: None
Next Project: Immortals

Fun Facts: Enjoys Clubbing, Rugby & PC Video Games

WHAT:
Age Difference, Anal, Anal Virginity, Ass Worship, Barebacking,
Celebrity Status, Dom/Sub, Dub-Con, Excessive Cum/Pre,
Extreme Tightness, Face-Fucking, Fame, Forced Nudity,
Formal Wear, Large Cocks, Male Bonding, Male Harem,
Muscle Worship, Oral, Oral Virginity, Rimming,
Size Difference, Striptease & Swallowing

WHEN:
Starting on Sunday the 17th of January, 2010,
on the Evening of the 67th Golden Globes

WHERE:
Various Locations Across the Globe,
But Primarily in The West Village of New York City

Floor Plan of Hugh's Harem Home

 

[LoveIsEnergy]

The term "star-studded" gets thrown around a lot in Hollywood, but it was perhaps never more appropriate than when it was used to describe the 67th annual Golden Globe Awards. With legendary actors like John Lithgow, Meryl Streep, and Drew Barrymore taking home trophies - and huge hits like Avatar, The Hangover, and Mad Men raking in accolades - the event attracted television and film's biggest and best to the Beverly Hills Hotel. The event was one of many where celebrities and their lucky guests flocked to "see and be seen" - but as with all award shows, the real fun started when the cameras were off.

It was about 8pm or so on the West Coast, and an increasingly inebriated Ricky Gervais had just wished everyone a good night as the outro music had swelled. Celebrities were starting to filter out of the ballroom, mingling and comparing plans for the rest of the night. The night was young, and everyone was dressed to the nines and feeling social - there would be plenty of after-parties and after-after-parties to keep the fun going well into the night and the next morning.

Hugh Jackson was among the A-Listers filing out of the International Ballroom: he wasn't nominated for anything that year, nor had he presented an award, but as one of the biggest names in Hollywood - thanks most recently to the X-Men Origins films - it was expected that he'd make an appearance, and he was happy to do so. He'd kept a low profile during the ceremony, enjoying his seat at one of the tables further back away from the spotlight. His wife was at home in New York, so he had shown up by himself as far as anyone knew, though James Marsden was never too far from him as the award presentations dragged on.

Hugh had made his way out of the ballroom and was now standing under the green and white overhang of the hotel entrance, the driveway lined with limousines. He and James, who were never overtly "together" at these kinds of events, had gotten separated while he had been engaged in various conversations with other stars on his walk out of the ballroom, but those had each dissolved as people made their way towards their respective rides. Hugh's black polished dress shoes settled into the red carpet as he briefly looked around to spot James or his driver, though they landed instead on the night's master of ceremonies who was also headed out.

"Mister Gervais," he said, putting his hand down on the other man's shoulder. "Congratulations on a job well done."

The British comedian laughed, the smell of beer instantly filling Hugh's nostrils. "They're never having me back, Hugh," he said through a smile, referring to the many times he'd roasted various celebrities that night. The two men didn't know each other well, as they floated in different circles, but one gets to a certain point where they're famous enough to treat any other celebrity with familiarity.

Hugh scoffed. "Nobody has a sense of humor around here," he said, though he was certainly glad that Ricky had spared him any unwanted attention. "Next time don't go so easy on us."

"Right, next time," Ricky agreed sarcastically with an eye roll. "I'm lucky if they don't deport me." The conversation ended soon after that, with Hugh watching Ricky half-stumble towards his car. Frankly, it was kind of fun to watch other actors be made uncomfortable by Ricky's direct, crass kind of humor. Maybe he was right that he'd never host again; there would definitely be some big-wigs unhappy with some of the remarks he'd made that night. But Hugh liked it, and decided he might make a few phone calls to see about bringing him back again.

Hugh caught up with James by their limo shortly thereafter. Hugh's dark hair, which had been slicked back at the beginning of the night, was showing some signs of disarray, giving him a slightly more casual, relaxed look. His tuxedo was holding up well, save for his bowtie being slightly askew and the back of his jacket having developed a few creases from being seated for so long.

"Ready?" He asked James simply as the driver opened the back door for them. His hand came to rest just briefly on James' lower back as he gestured for the younger man to get into the car, Hugh himself following close behind. The door was soon closed, the driver taking his own place at the front, and they were off.

As soon as he was settled in, Hugh exhaled a sigh he hadn't realized he'd been holding in all night. He enjoyed going to award shows, but they were exhausting in their own way, even when one wasn't actively participating. You always had to be 'on,' lest someone catch you rolling your eyes or checking your phone while someone else was onstage. Hugh should have been used to that given his background in live theatre, but it was a struggle nonetheless.

"So what's the plan?" He asked, reaching for one of the bottles of water kept stocked in the back of the limo. He didn't bother asking where exactly they were going; James would have taken care of any social engagements for the rest of the night. Hugh just knew to show up and be his usual, charming self. But tonight there was an additional item on the agenda.

He and James had been talking a lot lately about the future, and what Hugh wanted his legacy and his reach to be. He was happy where he was now, but he knew that as he got older opportunities in his preferred genres would become harder to come by. He needed to make sure he could keep his hands in all things and maintain his power in the industry - and that meant having more younger actors benefiting from his connections and influence. Of course, that came with additional benefits as well, as James and his other companion, Ryan, could attest to (and as James frequently reminded him whenever the topic arose). But at its heart, it was about power - Hugh's power in the industry, and his power over others. Hugh had, after having the same conversation multiple times, finally agreed to expand the number of 'clients' who, like James and Ryan, were benefiting from his patronage. But this was easier said than done, and tonight was as good a night as any to start making that happen.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Had James been a more traditional celebrity, he probably would've spent his evening at the Golden Globes schmoozing with whomever he could all in an effort to garner himself a lucrative project that would propel him from the B-list - which was where his career currently was and had been for roughly the last decade - to the A in under a year's time; however, he honestly didn't long for such things, which often came as a surprise when the topic inevitably came up among his peers, as well as with his family and close friends.

"No, I'm quite content," he would often reply, without any hesitation, before flashing one of his bright smiles in an unwavering manner, just to drive the sincerity of his comment home. "Seriously. I couldn't be happier," he would then add, with a satisfied expression, after someone would tell him he was just kidding himself.

But it was the truth.

He was sincerely pleased with his place in the world, but not because he was so self-aware of his second-class status in the Hollywood Hills, but more so because, behind closed doors, away from all of the glitz and glam, away from the prying eyes of fans and all of the typically sensationalized reports from the press, he truly had everything he ever wanted, and more.

And he had just one individual to thank for such a blissful existence.

"Hugh," James acknowledged now, with a nod, the exact man as he approached their limo, looking as roguishly handsome as ever in his custom, Louis Vuitton tuxedo.

Without another word spoken, he would swiftly make his way inside the idling auto, inwardly enjoying the subtle touch of the superstar's powerful, yet gently placed hand on his lower back as he did. Wasting no time in making room for the larger male, James would slide himself across the leather seat, but not so far that he couldn't be touched some more if the man desired such a thing. Whenever he was in Hugh's company, it was his responsibility to ensure that he had what he wanted, when he wanted it, and not a moment too soon or too late. Truth be told, it was actually James' primary duty as head consort to make certain that all aspects of the influential man's private life were not only kept in order, but running like clockwork.

Which was yet another reason why he was content with his celebrity status.

Had James actually taken Hugh up on any one of his numerous offers, back when they were in the early stages of their bonding ritual, he was fairly certain he wouldn't have had the opportunity to embrace such a pivotal role with ease. Would he have made a valiant effort to balance both the worlds of stardom and servitude? Sure, he more than likely would have given it his all, but in his heart of hearts he knew, rather early on, that he could much better serve his generous master if he took a step or two back in his career, so that he could stand more firmly right behind the man he would come to not just desire, but love more than himself.

Poised with his cell phone at the ready, which he quickly retrieved from the unbuttoned jacket of his own designer suit, just as Hugh procured himself a drink, James was quick to reply with all of the pertinent details - and only those, never more, unless prompted - as the expected question came.

"You're scheduled to make a brief appearance at Fox's after-party, which is being held at Craft in Century City," he began, as his light-blue eyes scanned the glowing screen of his device. "I've arranged for your private car to be brought to the restaurant around ten-thirty. That should give you enough time to feed both the photo-hungry paparazzi and yourself before coming back to the Waldorf. As per your request, I've secured your usual suite for the night, and I've taken the liberty to stock the room's bar with both of your favorites, as well as the closet with a change of clothes for the morning. Check-out is noon tomorrow."

Having already slid his free hand back inside his jacket as he spoke, James now offered one of the room's two sleek keycards. Hugh's guest for the night already had the other.

"They've been instructed to arrive by eleven," he now elaborated, taking extra care not to use gender-specific pronouns, regardless of the fact that the driver was a long-term and well-trusted employee of the master's household. "They've also been told to use the front lobby, since the reporters have been known to prowl around the service entrance, seeing that the hotel has strict rules against loitering near the main entrance."

Going silent now, James proceeded to tuck his phone away. He knew all of the details well enough, so if Hugh had any questions, he would surely be able to answer him without delay or the assistance of his password protected device.

"You're certain they're ready for this?" he then found himself asking, a bit out of turn, as the limo finally glided out from under the rain-splattered portico of the Hilton. "They seemed nervous when I spoke with them earlier. Granted, anyone with half a brain should feel anxious about being afforded such a prestigious opportunity, but still, they seemed almost besides themselves when I gave them the key."

 

[LoveIsEnergy]

Hugh was well aware of James' priorities. The young man wasn't retired from film by any means, and in fact Hugh had just leveraged his deep ties to musical theatre to land his consort roles in "Enchanted" and "Hairspray" a few years ago. But James' first interest wasn't the spotlight: he would continue getting enough work to keep his name out there, of course, but his head wasn't really in that game anymore. Taking care of Hugh and managing his master's household - which, thanks to his encouragement, would soon start growing - was his true calling.

The Aussie listened, though not extremely closely, as James went over his schedule for the rest of the evening. While it was important he knew what was going on, it was ultimately James' responsibility not only to manage his schedule, but also to manage him - making sure he showed up where he was supposed to, when he was supposed to, and that he left on-time for whatever came next. He nevertheless committed the times of ten-thirty and eleven to memory, though, so as to be sure he was back at the hotel in time for Chris's arrival.

Hugh's light brown eyes would occasionally glance out the window to watch the buildings go by on Santa Monica Boulevard as the limo made its way southwest towards Century City; while Hugh's primary residence had been in New York for the past few years - particularly as he'd spent more time on the Broadway stage than on movie sets - he was still quite familiar with Los Angeles. He liked the city, but Melbourne where his wife and kids were ,and New York where he saw James and Ryan most often, were home.

Hugh opened the water bottle, his large hands making the tiny plastic cap look minuscule as it was ripped off the brim and discarded onto the seat. He brought the bottle up to his lips, taking a long sip that caused the plastic to crumple in his hand. He'd only had one drink at the ceremony, but he would be expected to have another drink or two at Craft, and perhaps another one or two back at the hotel; he wanted to make sure he remained completely in charge of his faculties so he could execute the latter half of the evening well.

Pulling the bottle back from his lips, he briefly waved off James' question. "He needs this more than we do," he said simply, his hand falling back down onto his thigh. The Fantastic Four series had shown a lot of promise - it was Marvel, after all - but something about it just didn't land with the public. Chris needed something big to right the ship that was his career - and he needed a captain at the helm steering it back into friendly waters. "He was probably just star-struck," he added, regarding any sense of nervousness James might have gotten from him. When Hugh had chatted him up briefly before the ceremony had started, the younger man had been friendly and appropriately respectful, if perhaps a little bit giddy to be talking to such a legend of superhero cinema. He shifted slightly in his seat, the dark fabric of his suitpants wrinkling slightly before flattening again across his muscular thighs. "He's ready."

But was Hugh? The older man had, admittedly, been out of 'the game' for a while, content to have James and Ryan at his side (metaphorically speaking, as their careers and personal obligations took all three of them away from home often). At some point, inertia had taken over in terms of building out his empire, but James had ultimately helped him overcome that. But at the end of the day, Hugh was charming, attractive, and extremely influential, particularly in the action genre. He didn't have to worry about his ability to seal the deal that night: Chris wasn't an idiot, and he knew that if he really wanted to make it big in Hollywood - as big as "Fantastic Four" should have made him - then he'd need to attach himself to someone who could take him there. That is, unless he was content to continue appearing in such high-quality media as "The Losers" and "Robot Chicken."

But assuming Chris agreed, it would set into motion a whole lot of changes for everyone involved. Hugh and James would have their hands full getting Chris set up in New York, introducing him to all of the responsibilities of being in the harem, and getting his career back on the upswing. Hugh's already busy schedule would swell with more calls and meetings, not to mention all of the time he'd spend taking advantage of having a new consort - admittedly the aspect of all this he was most interested in. Having another young man to spend his time with meant a little less time for the ones he already had. Everyone knew that, even if nobody addressed it directly. He had to assume James and Ryan were understanding of that.

At some point while Hugh was exploring this line of thought, his hand had found James's, and he gave it a squeeze as he turned to face the younger brunet. "Nothing changes, okay?" He said softly, through a warm smile. Of course, things would change, but he was referring specifically to the relationship he and James had, which was closer than what he had with almost anyone else in his life. Other boys would come along, but he and James had been together for far longer, and theirs was a special connection nobody else could have.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

With eyes flashing a bit wide as Hugh openly referred to his late night guest by one of their proper pronouns, it became quite apparent to James that he would have to do some serious damage control if word got out that one of Hollywood's hottest, heterosexual-presenting commodities was actually a closeted queer, who was sneaking around after hours, meeting younger - dare he say, impressionable - hetero-centric stars in the dark of night. Not that he truly cared in the least if such a scandalous story broke, since he himself was cut from the same cloth, but the damage that such a story could present - even in two-thousand and ten - to everything that they had worked so hard to build, was more than he wanted to think about at this exact moment in time. In private, away from the wandering ears of staff, he would have to remind his generally good-intentioned - perhaps, overly-trusting - master to be a bit more cautious when conversing about such things.

One wrong move and their annoyingly fragile house of cards could come crashing down around them.

"You're right," James agreed, with a nod of his head, as he too focused on the sparkling cityscape that could be seen gliding by, just beyond the tinted widows of the limo. "Ready or not, this is the best moment to present such an opportunity, especially if the rumors coming out of Marvel are true," he acknowledged, with another nod, just as Hugh's manly, yet impeccably manicured hand found his.

Drawing his gaze away from the window, he redirected it so that he could connect with his master beyond his welcoming touch. The simple words that came next, which were spoken so sincerely, nearly brought tears to the younger man's eyes. Had it not been for the sudden double chirping of the limo's phone, James probably would've melted into the man's well-built arms, seeing that he had secretly wanted to hear such a reassuring sentiment for quite sometime now. No, instead, he shifted himself forward, just enough, so that he could answer the call via speaker phone, all the while keeping his still captured hand right where it was.

"Hello? Papa Bear, are you there?" Ryan's familiar, lighthearted voice suddenly invaded the intimate space and, well, meaningful moment the two men were sharing. "Papa can you hear me?" he then sang, in a surprisingly spot-on Streisand voice. "Is this thing working?" he finally questioned, before repeatedly tapping the mic on his end.

"Yes, Ryan, we can hear you," James chimed in on Hugh's behalf, with a shake of his head, as, against his better judgement, a smile crept into place upon his lips.

"Mama Bear!" Ryan breathlessly blurted back, a bit too loudly, which made it clear that he was calling from his cell. "How's the rash? Got it under control yet, or has it spread like...?"

"How's production going?" James was quick to change the subject, suddenly regretting the fact that he had previously shared such a private detail with an individual who seemed to be born without an appropriateness filter. "Is New Orleans treating you well?" he then inquired, seeing that that was where the young star was, instead of here with them.

"I wouldn't know," Ryan was quick to reply. "I've spent most of my time either in my hotel room or at costume fittings. Do you know how uncomfortable spandex is, especially for someone with such a prodigious package? Well of course you do! Or at least Papa does," he continued to ramble now, tossing out playful jabs and sexually charged compliments in the same breath. "I miss you guys," he suddenly admitted, in an overly dramatic voice. "I wanna come home!" he then playfully cried, as if he were some prepubescent, petulant child who had been sent away to summer camp, instead of a rising star working on a big budget film.

A single glance towards Hugh let the man know that it was time for him to speak up and put their "Baby Bear's" mind at ease.

Either that, or James was hanging up on the thirty-three-going-on-thirteen-year-old man.

 

[LoveIsEnergy]

Hugh knew to be careful, and he was, but he likely had a different sense of what 'careful' meant than James did. He knew never to make mention of any of this out in public or to betray any of his fondness for either of his consorts where prying eyes might see: frankly, even the hand he'd put briefly on the small of James' back had been risky and far more than he usually allowed himself outside of their home or anywhere else completely private. But if he couldn't speak freely in his own car, in front of his own driver, then they were in trouble.

And if word about any of this ever did get out, it would be completely beyond damage control: his entire career and livelihood, along with those of everyone around him, would be all but destroyed - not to mention the ripple effects it could potentially have across the industry, as there were far more 'mutually beneficial arrangements' of this type than just Hugh and his boys. That is, all of that could happen if the media chose to believe anyone who would come forward about it. With so much of Hollywood involved in various ways, it would be one person's word against an entire industry.

The older brunet was somewhat startled when the phone rang, as he'd been locking eyes with his lover, but he wasn't surprised to hear Ryan's voice on the other end. The sound of the Canadian's voice immediately brought a smile to his face: that was Ryan's innate ability, part of what had attracted Hugh to him originally and what still did.

It was about six years ago that they'd met, while Ryan was filming for Blade: Trinity and the Amityville Horror and Hugh was just coming off of Van Helsing and going into X-Men: The Last Stand. He'd taken to the then-28-year-old and his sense of humor instantly, and it wasn't long before he'd taken the rising actor under his wing.

That wasn't the story the public knew, though. As far as they knew, Hugh and Ryan had met in 2008 while filming for Wolverine, a lie repeated so often that Hugh himself sometimes believed it. But the truth was that it was because of their preexisting relationship that Ryan got a part in Wolverine in the first place.

"I miss you, too," Hugh replied, his hand briefly removing itself from James' to put the cap back on his water bottle, which he placed off to the side of the car seat. "When do I get to see you again?"

This was mostly a rhetorical question: Hugh did miss Ryan, but it was Hugh's own doing that had sent Ryan away from him to begin with. While Ryan had originally wanted to lean into his "heart-throb" status by appearing in romantic comedies, Hugh had recognized that he had a larger career waiting for him and ultimately got him into X-Men Origins: Wolverine and now in the title role of Green Lantern. As Ryan's career flourished, so too had the love between the two stars. While James was the calm, collected one who kept everything running and provided Hugh with rock-solid support and a like mind - a true confidant - Ryan brought a youthful, at times frenetic energy that Hugh couldn't resist - not to mention his irresistibly good looks.

He laughed as Ryan mock-cried, his arm reaching around the back of the seat so that it wasn't wrapped around James' shoulders directly, but surrounded him nonetheless. "Oi, why do I work so hard for you if you don't appreciate it?" He asked, a large smile on his face as was often the case whenever he and Ryan were palling around - one aspect of their relationship the public was definitely becoming familiar with.

"Tell you what, you stay down there and make the best damn movie you can, and when you get back I'll be sure to reward you for a job well done." Hugh was still confident that, like most superhero action films, this one would be well-received and make everyone involved a lot of money. And with Ryan Reynolds in the starring role, how could it fail? "I know you'll make me proud."

The limo was approaching Constellation Boulevard, and so it was about time for Hugh to make his appearance at Craft. "Listen, I have some business of my own to attend to tonight. Call me again tomorrow. After noon." It was expected that his boys would keep in touch regularly regardless of where they were or what they were filming for. For now, though, Hugh had to turn his attention fully to the task at-hand later that evening.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Listening to the two men banter, James simply faded into the background as he often did when they started going at it; however, being where they were, it wasn't like he could simply excuse himself from the moving vehicle, even if they were currently sitting at a red light. So, instead, he slid his cell back out and shot off two messages, both to his master who had shifted his well-built, impeccably-suited form closer, in a most agreeable manner, outstretched, protective arm and all. Even after spending hours at the ceremony, the man still smelled delicious in Ford's hyper-masculine, citrus and spice noted Grey Vetiver, which James always appreciated and often...got...lost in...

Anyway.

The messages. Yes, the messages.

The first contained Chris' file, which James had painstakingly complied and kept as current as possible, just as he had done for Ryan, and just as he would do for whomever was next.

The moment Hugh made his intentions known, James got to work on pulling together all of the pertinent information he felt would be needed to not only put his master's mind at ease that he had indeed made an excellent selection, but all of the personal details they would both need to easily integrate him into the harem. Naturally, there would be questions and concerns, all of which could easily derail this evening's proceedings, but by giving each one the attention it deserved, well in advance, it more or less gave Hugh the upper hand. Not that the influential, undeniably attractive, relentlessly charming, business savvy man needed such things to secure what he wanted, but it certainly didn't hurt to come prepared. Plus it showed the young star that this entire situation was not only legitimate, but that it was going to be handled properly, and professionally, from end to end.

As for the second message, it was merely a quick note letting his master know that he would be staying at the Waldorf, too, which meant he would be a mere phone call away.

If something unexpected came up - such as Chris possibly bailing or bolting on Hugh - his master wouldn't have to spend the evening alone. The mere thought of him having to do such a thing didn't sit well with James, not in the least. Not that Hugh couldn't handle such rejection on his own, if it were to actually occur, but he certainly wouldn't have to handle it all alone. Besides this reassuring measure, that James himself insisted upon, it was also a reminder that they would be flying back to New York together on Hugh's private jet, which was scheduled to depart at three o'clock sharp.

Returning his attention to the conversation just in time to hear Ryan remark, "Good luck with Goldilocks, Papa Bear!" James allowed himself a smile at the oddly befitting nickname he had already selected for Chris, seeing that the young man was indeed a fresh-faced, blue-eyed blonde, more than likely looking for something that felt just right; however, if James recalled correctly, the original tale involved a much older invader, who ended up jumping out the window, never to be heard from again.

Let's hope this plays out as the former rendition, instead of the latter, he thought to himself, just as the limo pulled up to the front of Craft.

 

[LoveIsEnergy]

Hugh's call with Ryan disconnected just as the limousine reached their destination. Hugh looked briefly out the window, his eyes fixing on the restaurant's unassuming, tan exterior: this was the easy part of the evening, where he could mingle with others in the upper crust, unwind a bit and exercise his business muscles. His only real job for the next few hours was to make sure he didn't drink too much - he needed to be at his best later in the evening.

The older brunet looked back towards James, a hand coming down onto the younger man's thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze through the fabric of his suit pants. "Well, with any luck you won't be hearing from me until tomorrow," he said with a smile, leaning in and stealing a quick kiss on James' soft, plush lips. Again, he was far less careful than James was in the privacy of their own car. "I'll text you if anything comes up." He wasn't too worried something would come up - Chris had agreed to come to his hotel room alone, after all, which was arguably one of the higher hurdles they had to jump to make this arrangement happen. But aside from that, James and Ryan both knew not to disturb him otherwise until the next day. With another quick pat on the leg, Hugh was out the door and walking up the steps towards the restaurant.

---

Hugh's car returned shortly before 10:30 and, feeling a little bit tired of that particular crowd and a little bit antsy about what was still to come that night, the actor decided to make his exit right away. It was only a three-minute drive to the hotel, and so before long, the Australian was walking into the Waldorf Astoria, giving a small wave to the doorman as he headed inside. His black dress shoes clacked on the tiled floor of the lobby as he made his way to the elevator, extremely familiar with the layout of the hotel by now.

The elevator zipped him up the building, and it wasn't long after that he was fishing his key card from his pocket and opening the door to his suite. He flicked on the light switch, the familiar sight of the room coming into his view as he shrugged his tuxedo jacket off of his shoulders, hanging it up in the closet. His eyes flickered over to the bathroom, and he briefly considered hopping in the shower before deciding he didn't have time for that. Instead, he went over to the sink and splashed some water on his face, before drying himself off with one of the fluffy white towels on the vanity. His luggage having already been brought to the room earlier in the day, he had what he needed to brush his teeth, run a comb through his hair, and spritz on the slightest additional bit of cologne. Too much would be overpowering and boorish - but just the right amount would be absolutely tantalizing.

That finished, he checked his watch and found that it was nearing the top of the hour. 'Nervous' was not the word he would use to describe how he was feeling in that moment, but there was definitely a slight jitteriness that wasn't the fault of the negroni he'd enjoyed at the after-party. With nothing left to do but wait, though, he headed over to the bar, which just as promised was fully stocked with anything he - or his guest - could possibly want. Deciding on something simple but classy, he made himself a martini - not to drink, but just to have something to hold in his hand and to encourage Chris to have something as well.

His dress shoes, which he'd opted to keep on for now, plodded across the carpeted floor over to the large windows that overlooked Century City and out towards West Los Angeles. He pondered what the rest of the evening might hold, confident in his ability to steer things in the right direction but knowing he could also handle any eventuality. Allowing himself a small sip, he wondered whether Chris was the type to be early, right on time, or late. Any of these, he decided, was acceptable: early meant he was eager, on-time meant he was obedient and punctual, and late... well late just meant he was excited to hob-knob with the A-Listers for one night, which could be forgiven but would certainly be trained out of him later.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Early, Chris was definitely early, as his mother had raised him and his three siblings to be, because, in her book, being on time meant you were late. Arriving early showed that you cared enough about the other person and that their time, like all time, was valuable, regardless of the fact that it could easily be misconstrued as an act of eagerness or, worse still, impatience. Regardless, the expectation was, and always would be, that he would arrive at least five minutes before he was due, no matter what the occasion.

But thirty? he now thought to himself as he stood before the gold-plated elevator, which was situated deep inside the Waldorf's opulent lobby. That's a bit much. Isn't it?

Had his mother known what he was about to do, she probably would've not only agreed, but she more than likely would've tried to talk him out of it, but, well, she only knew the industry from a theatrical point of view, as an artistic director for a youth center. She, like much of the general public, wasn't fully aware of what it took to keep a mammoth, multi-faceted machine like Hollywood running as well as it did. Hell, even Chris was still learning the ropes, still figuring out all of the pieces and where they fit, and he'd been on "the inside" for roughly a decade now!

Taking a deep breath, he shifted the leather portfolio that he now carried - which he had safely stashed away in his car while he was at the awards ceremony - from one mildly sweaty-palmed hand to the other.

Keep it together, he told himself, as he suddenly realized he was standing before the wrong elevator, only to turn around to thankfully find the correct one. Just keep it together.

Was he nervous? How could he not be? Only a fool would have the audacity not to be.

He was about to spend the evening with thee Hugh Jackman, and only thee Hugh Jackman, the award-winning star of both stage and screen, not to mention, one of thee "Sexiest Men Alive." It didn't get much better than that. Did it? No, no it didn't. The man was already a legend in his own right, and he had only been in the business for a handful of years more than Chris himself, but it was what he had done with his time, and the connections he had made, and the projects he had linked himself to, that placed him leagues ahead of all the rest.

It certainly didn't hurt that the man was ridiculously charismatic, too, almost to a fault.

Almost inhumanly so, if Chris really gave it a lot of thought, which he had, for nearly a month now, pretty much since the moment the man had deemed him worthy of his attention at the premiere of Avatar, that they had both attended late last year. Hugh had been so effortlessly suave around him, throughout the entirety of the evening, that Chris hadn't even realized how enraptured he had become until it was brought to his attention by a mutual peer, one he would later come to learn was part of the man's inner circle himself.

"He would like to meet with you," James would later inform him, "but not until after the holidays. He was thinking after The Globes, perhaps?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. I mean, yes! Of course! That...that would be wonderful," had been his initial reply, only to later regret the hastiness with which he had made such an important decision, which was so unlike him.

Normally Chris would've given such a proposal a lot more care and consideration, but he had been so swept up in the attention the man had afforded him, how could he reply any other way? If Hugh Jackman was willing to give you his time, his very private, very precious time, you certainly didn't squander such a thing. No, you openly embraced it, even in the heat of the moment, and then dealt with whatever reservations you might have - if any - after the fact.

Thankfully, Chris couldn't come up with a single reason not to come, regardless of the fact that he truly had no clear idea of what they would be doing behind closed doors. Could he have guessed or extrapolated or even asked around? Sure, he could've done all of that, but he had a feeling that no matter how far he dug, he wouldn't have gotten a clear cut answer, not even from James, who had supplied him with his room key. It was just how these things seemed to work. Unless you were the one in control of the situation, the one with all of the power, you didn't know, you actually wouldn't know, until a moment or so before.

Well, that moment was now swiftly approaching, but it wasn't going to come to him.

Pressing the call button with as steady a finger as he could muster, Chris soon found himself not only standing inside the elevator, but swiftly standing in the hallway, just outside of the glossy, wooden door of the hotel's Hollywood Suite. Or so the engraved plaque on the wall stated, which matched the name printed in a similar font on the keycard he now held in his free hand, having retrieved it from an inner pocket of his single-breasted jacket as he cautiously approached.

Do...do I just go in? he then wondered, as he started to second guess himself. Surely I don't, he then quickly decided, seeing that the good manners that he had been taught would always rule the day. I'll...I'll just knock. Which is exactly what he did, not just once, but three times, just to ensure that his presence was known. He was now only a mere minute early, having spent so much time ruminating down in the lobby. So while that didn't necessarily sit well with him, he imagined it would be perfectly acceptable to the man of the evening.

Or at least he hoped it would be.

Well you're about to find out, he then thought, as he took another deep breath upon hearing the distinct sound of a lock coming undone, followed by the turning of the door's gold handle.

 

[LoveIsEnergy]

Hugh's question was answered when he heard a knock at the door - just a minute before eleven, according to his watch. Showtime. Pausing for just a moment to take a slow, calming breath and straighten out his black vest, he proceeded over to the door, martini still cradled in one hand, his other turning the deadbolt and opening the door. The sight with which he was greeted on the other side was expected, and yet remarkable: Chris Evans was an almost astonishingly attractive young man, always better-looking in person than in Hugh's memories whenever he saw him, and his heartbeat quickened slightly as their eyes met. He had to have this man.

"Chris," he greeted, a bright smile on his face as he held the door open to allow the younger actor through. "Come in. Glad you could make it."

Allowing the fresh-faced actor to step through the vestibule and into the living room, Hugh closed the door and followed close behind. "Can I offer you a drink?" he asked, already standing at the bar taking a glass and the ice bucket out; he wouldn't take no for an answer, so the Australian was already plucking some ice cubes into the glass with a pair of tongs even before a response was given. "What's your poison?"

Hugh hummed pleasantly as he prepared the beverage to Chris's liking. "Fun night, eh? Did you have a good time?" Chris was far along enough into his career that attending the Golden Globes might seem old-hat, but it was still a special night and an opportunity to hob-knob with Hollywood's truly elite. Once the younger man's drink was ready, Hugh handed it to him, listening intently to Chris's response. The star scarcely noticed the Louis Vuitton portfolio in Chris's other hand, nor did he make any mention of it. This wasn't exactly a job interview - Chris already had the offer, if he wanted what would be offered.

His own glass now back in his hand, Hugh tilted it to clink against Chris's, though he made no motion to take a sip from his own. Instead, he turned towards the rest of the room, walking a few steps towards the large windows and nodding for Chris to accompany him. It was a beautiful night, and the sight of all the other buildings with their lights on against the backdrop of a dark blue sky was lovely. Hugh might have taken Chris out onto the balcony if he hadn't been worried about the possibility of a paparazzo with a telescopic lens in one of the nearby buildings.

"So what have you been up to?" He asked, his eyes looking outside but his mind very much on the man beside him. "Have you been keeping busy?" He'd read - or at least skimmed - the information James had sent him during the short car ride back to the hotel, so he already knew the answer. However, he wanted to prime Chris to think about how his career was currently going, before they turned to how it could go moving forward.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

"Sir," Chris found himself replying, with a nod, as he would towards any other man he respected, regardless of their age or position in the world, as he slid inside the room, making every effort not to collide with the well-built celebrity who currently dominated both the doorway and part of the narrow vestibule beyond with his imposing form. "Happy to be here," he sincerely replied, as he made his way inside the stylish living room, immediately taking note of the geometric art on the one wall, which brought his eye over to the bar that his host was now standing beside with a tumbler at the ready.

"Oh, uh...," he began, as he approached the bar himself. "You appear to have one of my favorites," he was quick to remark, as his bright-blue eyes landed on what seemed to be an untouched bottle of Chivas. "A splash of that, on the rocks, will certainly do the trick," he then noted, with a wave of his hand towards the Scotch whiskey, before taking a step back.

So far, so good, he thought. Just keep the conversation going.

"It...it was and, yeah, I did," he then replied to the back to back questions, initially wanting to leave it that, but feeling like it just wasn't enough. "They sat me with Colin and his wife," he more or less reiterated, since he was certain Hugh already knew such a detail, seeing that the venue was far more intimate than most they would be attending throughout the season. "I gotta tell ya," he then added, with a shake of his head, and a slight smile upon his lips, as a bit of his Boston accent came through, "I half expected the guy to jump out of his seat and deck Ricky after he made that crack about his heritage, but he actually handled it like a pro. Better than he probably would've had it been a few years ago."

Taking the offered drink now, Chris was a little caught off guard by the toast that quickly came with it, but somehow he actually managed to not only connect his glass, but not spill its contents all over himself, his host, or the floor. A moment more, and the smooth liquor was burning his throat, but in the best way possible. A heartbeat after that initial draw and he was making his way across the room, but only after he deposited his portfolio on the glass, coffee table along the way.

Coming to stand beside the slightly taller man, Chris found himself unable to focus on the sparkling view that held Hugh's attention. No, instead, he found himself taking in the finer details of the star himself, seeing that he came to stand just a few inches behind him.

Broadly built, the man's rounded shoulders seemed even more intimidating now that they were only covered by the fine linen of his brilliant white dress shirt. The fact that he was still wearing his cinched vest, fully buttoned, only worked to accentuate his v-shaped torso. As far as he could see, the guy didn't have a single grey in his thick head of lustrous, brown hair. For a man in his forties, he certainly knew how take excellent care of himself, as was evident in what everyone got to witness on the big screen as he exposed himself in full as the cigar-smoking, claw-wielding mutant. Chris would count himself very lucky if he managed to achieve even half of the same results, at the very same age, if not in his career, than his physique.

"Well, if you recall, I had Push last year, which did okay for itself," he began to reply to Hugh's seemingly innocent inquiry, which, the savvy star was now fairly certain was actually the opening volley to a much deeper conversation they'd be having about his place in the world and, specifically, Hollywood. Why else would he be asking such a thing so soon after his arrival? This was his way of setting the stage, wasn't it?

Well, wasn't it?

"After that," he then continued, after taking another sip of his drink, "I moved on to Losers, which will be coming out in a couple of months. It's projected to make a nice profit," he made certain to add, with a nod, even though such a statement sounded rather lackluster even as it came out of his mouth.

"I'm currently wrapping up Pilgrim. You know, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World?" he then stated, a bit more proudly. "It's based on a graphic novel. It'll be released towards the end of the third quarter, I believe, at least here in the States."

Going silent, for just a moment, Chris pondered what to say next.

Should he tell Hugh about the independent film his agent was trying to secure for him or should he simply layer on some filler about the trip he'd recently taken to Disney World or, perhaps, share his current workout routine that had him making gains in his legs and chest? Hugh would appreciate that, wouldn't he? However, in the end, he simply stated, "I've been keeping busy," before politely asking, "How about you? What special project are you headlining?"

"Yet another international blockbluster?" he asked, as he took a casual step forward, just far enough so that he could he turn and see the man's ruggedly handsome face as he replied.

 

[LoveIsEnergy]

Hugh wasn't always one for pleasantries: sure, he could be positively charming when he wanted to be, as Chris well knew from having experienced it first-hand. But the man also knew when to get down to business, and in those moments he could be serious, even cunning, when warranted. He hadn't successfully managed the careers of three actors off his own good luck, after all. Tonight was one of those occasions in which both elements of his personality - his charm and his cunning - would be needed in vast supply if he was to get this over the finish line.

The Australian listened as Chris began listing his most recent credits, occasionally nodding his head with recognition when he heard something he recognized. He swirled his martini around idly in its glass, watching the liquor leave a thin, shiny residue where it had touched the glass before it dripped back down to join the rest.

"Push," he repeated quietly with another nod of recognition. He had seen that one, since he was keen to see anything in the supernatural genre; James had also encouraged him to go, since even as far back as early 2009 Hugh had his eye on the young actor and it would be important to keep tabs on his career post-Fantastic Four. (Hugh had declined to see "The Nanny Diaries," however; he was interested, but he wasn't a fanatic.) Hugh had found "Push" to be somewhat too frenetic and unrelenting for his liking - the sort of action movie that people who hated action movies assumed all action movies were like. But it was work, and it kept Chris's name in the headlines - he was smart to take the role.

He was also somewhat familiar with "The Losers," but only from what he'd read, as he didn't have any real connections to anyone in the cast or on the production team. He assumed the film would be fine, although "projected to make a nice profit" was indeed not a ringing endorsement.

Chris sounded awfully proud of "Scott Pilgrim" though, which brought a smile to the older actor's face. "I'll be first in line," he replied, finally bringing his martini glass up to his lips, taking a slow and shallow sip as Chris decided where he would endeavor to steer the conversation.

The Australian chuckled - a short but bright burst of a laugh - when Chris turned the attention back towards him, inquiring as to whether he had any major new productions in the works. He turned towards the younger actor, who had just stepped up closer to him by the window, taking in his handsome appearance - his neatly styled light brown hair, his strong jaw, his rose-pink lips that added just a tint of color to otherwise uniformly fair features - as well as the young man's suit, which of course hung so crisply and perfectly on his figure.

"Well, after Wolverine I spent more time in New York than in LA," he explained, the two cities symbolizing his careers on the stage and on the big screen. "I just finished a run on Broadway starring alongside Daniel Craig, actually," he added to provide a bit more information. "But I have a few more things coming down the pike." He wasn't one to brag about his own works - when you got to Hugh's place in life, you didn't need to - so he wouldn't prattle on about his forthcoming projects. He'd likely mentioned some of them during previous conversations with the younger actor, anyway. He'd recently signed onto "Real Steel," though filming hadn't started yet, and he was also set to make a musical cameo in a movie called "Snow Flower and the Secret Fan," for no other reason than that they'd asked and a trip to Shanghai sounded nice. He'd also be making an extremely brief appearance in "X-Men: First Class," but that wasn't something Chris or anyone else would know about until the movie came out. "No rest for the weary," he put it simply, giving his companion a playful wink.

"But let me ask you a more interesting question," He said, voice suddenly a bit louder as though to herald the change in topic. He moved away from the windows and towards the seating area that was situated in the middle of the living room, and where Chris had left his portfolio moments before. "What do you want to be doing?" The question grew out of an assumption - that Chris's most recent work didn't really reflect his passions - which may have been unfair, but Hugh felt it was probably correct: when you got to be in such a beloved and iconic franchise like The Fantastic Four, you got a taste of what it was like to make it truly big. Nobody wanted to have that taken away. The older actor sat down on the dark brown chair, which was turned to face the beige couch, Chris obviously invited to sit down there.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Initially confused by the chuckle that escaped Hugh's liquor-stained lips, Chris breathed a subtle sigh of relief when the man didn't swiftly eject him from the suite or, even worse, continue to laugh at him. Apparently his turning the conversation back around on his host was an amusing notion to the star, which was fine by Chris. The more good-natured laughs they shared, the better. Placing himself within this influential man's good graces was certainly a goal the younger star was looking to achieve by the end of this evening, if not sooner. Not that they would ever be the best of friends, but still, he could certainly dream of such possibilities.

Couldn't he?

Listening with the same amount of intent Hugh had afforded him, Chris was only mildly disappointed when the superstar decided to give him an abridged version of what, he had perhaps mistakenly assumed, was more than likely a very busy slate. How could the prolific star not be booked solid? Between his stage and screen presence alone, he simply had to have more than a handful of carefully cultivated irons sizzling away in the massive fire that was currently his blazing career, because, quite honestly, if thee Hugh Jackman didn't have copious amounts of offers nipping at his feet, there would be no hope for someone like Chris.

"Or the wicked," he found himself replying, with a smirk, before finishing off the rest of his drink, which he had been eagerly consuming since it was handed to him.

Looking to make a move of his own, so that he could set the empty, cut-crystal tumbler down, he was pleased when Hugh made the first move towards the seating area; however, what didn't delight him was the way that the man not only reset the topic of conversation, but that he did so with ease, intent, and purpose. There was no mistaking his want of something more from Chris, something a bit more meaningful, more deeply rooted, than the apparently superficial details he had already shared.

Okay. Here goes. You can do this.

Crossing the room, the young actor did his best to unbutton his fitted jacket, place his glass upon the table, and take a seat in a single, sweeping move, yet, regardless of whether or not he actually achieved the three act maneuver, he knew he would still feel awkward under the unwavering watchful eye of Hugh. The man had been consistently keeping a keen eye on him the entire time, even if it meant narrowing in on his reflection in the mirror above the bar or the polished glass of the suite's floor to ceiling windows. The man had been watching him like a hawk and - Chris had to inwardly laugh - so had he in return.

"I know for a fact that what I'm about to say is going to sound painfully cliché," he began, as he settled in, having safely made full contact with the comfortable sofa, "but I'm going to say it anyway."

"I have two simple goals," he then stated, after clearing his throat and straightening his back a bit so that he could evenly meet Hugh's gaze. "The first is to make my parents proud. They've invested a lot of their energy and time into not only raising me to be the best man that I can be, but they've stood by my side, without fail, throughout the entirety of my admittedly colorful career."

"As for the second, well, it's what I think we all want, at some point, during our time here."

Pausing now, not for dramatic effect, but to get a read on the man who sat before him, Chris was quick to decide that he had nothing to lose at this point. If the superstar laughed in his face, so be it. He was trying his best to speak from the heart, from a place of sincerity, which is what he believed this man wanted from him, but if he thought him a fool, again, so be it.

"I want to leave my mark on the world," he started to explain, as he leaned forward in his seat, nearly forgetting to both breathe and blink as he spoke. "I want to be remembered, Hugh, and not just in a year or two, but decades from now, for that one, career-defining part, which I gave my all and my best to. And if it's not too much to ask, I want it to be inspirational, too, the sort of character people not only look up to, but admire and want to emulate, because of what they stand for and, more importantly, because of what I stood for beyond the role."

"Is...is that too much to ask for, Hugh?" he then found himself breathlessly questioning the superstar, as he went for his glass, only to register, mid-reach, that it was empty.

"Is...another drink too much to ask for?" he then sheepishly inquired, with a boyish grin, as he ran a nervous finger along the rim of the glass, half expecting to be told to not only get a grip, but to get out.

 

[LoveIsEnergy]

Indeed, Hugh had been watching Chris closely ever since he'd set foot in his suite. Frankly, the older actor hadn't been able to take his eyes off him, endeavoring to notice every little movement, reaction, and non-verbal cue he made. It was no different as he sat down on the chair, watching Chris smoothly unbutton his jacket and plop down on the couch opposite him. The simple movement of unbuttoning the jacket - so innocent and perfunctory in this context - made Hugh's mind race, imagining other things coming unbuttoned - and not only that, but removed entirely. Soon, he thought to himself. Soon.

The Australian sat back in his chair, giving a small, silent wave of his hand as though instructing Chris to go on with whatever he wanted to say. He listened closely as the younger man spoke of wanting to make his parents proud. Hugh himself was a family man - with a wonderful wife and two adopted kids at home in Melbourne - and so he found that rather sweet.

He was then nodding along as Chris spoke of wanting to leave his mark on the world and inspire people. Of course, that was what so many actors wanted. Hugh himself could certainly relate to that - his desire to have a legacy that lasted well beyond his own years had been a major motivator for him all along, and at least partially explained why he was now sitting here with Chris.

Chris was obviously passionate about this - the man was practically monologuing - and Hugh was simultaneously amused and moved. His eyes widened in surprise at the first question, and he made no effort to answer it right away. Same eyes glanced downward towards the younger man's glass at the second question. Looking back up at the 'Fantastic Four' star, he couldn't help but laugh again, for the second time that night.

"I like you, Chris," He said, reaching for the glass in question and standing up from the chair. "I like you a lot. And you know why?" He walked over to the bar, where he popped a few more ice cubes into the glass with his hands and poured another, larger quantity of Chivas into it as well. "You're very real. Genuine. And you have conviction. I like that." He brought Chris his drink, placing it directly in his hand before returning to his seat on the brown chair, this time leaning forward instead of sitting back.

"You're a talented young man with a lot of promise," he said, his eyes looking directly into Chris's. "And yes, you can have everything you want, if you're smart about how you get it. But you know, Hollywood doesn't work like other industries. People will tell you if you want to be successful, you need to work really hard, or you need to be lucky and 'get noticed'..." His eyes momentarily drifted towards the coffee table. "...Or that you need to have a fancy portfolio..."

He looked back at the other actor. "All of that may be true, to a point. But what you really need is someone backing you. Someone who's been in this industry and knows all the right people and can make things happen for you. And this city's crawling with people who will tell you they can do that - but they can't. If you want to be a big star, you have to latch yourself onto someone who knows how to be one." He punctuated the final sentence by balling one of his hands into a fist, as though to grab the air.

He leaned back finally, lifting his hands outward as though to present himself. "And that's why I asked you here tonight. Because I'm very impressed by you, and I know you can be more than what they've been giving you lately. You've got what it takes, and I want to help you make everything you just told me come true."

He paused momentarily to let those words - music to Chris's ears, perhaps - sink in, eyes flickering over the younger man's face as though to gauge how he was taking this so far, before continuing.

"But nothing in this world is free, Chris," he said, very much in the same 'Fuck it, here goes nothing' mindset that the other actor had been in only moments before. "I can do a lot for you, but I expect a lot in return."

Hugh stood from his seat for a second time, taking the two small steps needed to close the distance between them. He stood over the younger man, who was still seated, looking down at him intently, hands finding their way into his black suit pockets. "I'm willing to be your champion. But are you willing to play your part in return?"

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

More laughter. That's good, right? Chris thought, with eyes slightly widening and a lifted brow, as the butterflies in his stomach began to flutter more fiercely; however, not but a heartbeat later was he able to calm them and himself down as Hugh not only made a move to refresh his drink, but divulge his appreciation for the young star! As far as he could tell, he had responded how the superstar had wanted him to, which, to be perfectly honest, thrilled Chris to his core since it was one of the most genuine statements he had probably ever made in these Hollywood Hills.

This was who he was, nothing more, nothing less.

"Thank you," he politely responded, in a near whisper and with a nod, as Hugh presented him with his drink, their hands colliding for the briefest of moments as he took it. Thank you for everything, he wanted to prematurely gush, suddenly feeling a little lightheaded as the man continued to layer on the platitudes right before his words took a more serious and, he supposed, realistic turn.

Hugh was correct.

As Chris had already come to realize himself, the world they occupied was unlike any other and so, quite naturally, it needed to be navigated differently, especially when it came to achieving the levels of fame that the superstar himself had managed to garner. Nodding his head in agreement, as needed and not much more, since he didn't want to appear too eager, Chris sat mostly in silence as the more experienced, far more powerful man continued to lay out the steps it would take to achieve such greatness. It was only when he stood up and loomed large over him that the younger star began to feel those butterflies once more. Well, actually, they began to flutter about when the man spoke about attaching himself to someone who had more or less 'been there' and 'done that.'

There it was. The offer that he had secretly hoped for upon accepting this engagement.

Initially dropping his eyes to the drink that he had somehow managed to maintain a firm hold on, Chris took the deepest of breathes before lifting his gaze to meet the dark eyes of the man who could change everything for him, as long as he was willing to give something back in return. What that something was, he currently had no clue, but he was willing to bet that he would know soon enough; however, before they got to that part of their agreement, he would have to acknowledge the fact that he was indeed interested - very interested - in the man's overly generous offer.

"Yes, sir, I am," he stated, rather simply, but with as much conviction as he could, not daring to draw his steady gaze away, even though he could feel the muscles in his neck twitch as he was now forced to look up, instead of across at the man. "With all my heart and soul, I'm ready, willing, and able," he then added, for good measure, before licking his suddenly dry lips, wanting desperately to take a sip of his drink, but, again, not daring to look away until allowed.

 

[LoveIsEnergy]

Chris had scarcely hesitated before agreeing to Hugh's yet-undefined terms, and the older actor's lips stretched into a smile. The younger man still had no idea what exactly he was in for - and it was technically not too late to back out - but he was clearly eager and willing, so Hugh was confident now that there wouldn't be too many hiccups for the rest of the night.

"Good," he said through his smile, which was simultaneously charming and mischievous: Hugh liked the way Chris had instinctively called him 'sir,' which was both appropriately respectful and incredibly sexy. "Very good boy."

The Australian's eyes were still fixed on Chris's face, so he noticed the other actor's tongue flick over his lower lip. Hugh exhaled a small, soft chuckle, simultaneously seating himself down on the arm of the yellow couch as one of his hands came under the glass still in Chris's hand, moving it up to the younger man's lips.

"I'm a man of my word, Chris," he said, tilting the rim of the glass against Chris's lips just enough for some of the alcohol to slide into his mouth. "So if I say I'm going to make you a super-star, then it's only a matter of time." He tilted the glass further, and more of the whisky spilled past Chris's lips, slowly enough that the younger man could take it down, but just quickly enough that a few drops would escape from his lips, dripping down his chin and falling between the lapels of his suit jacket and onto his white dress shirt, which was stretched tight over his broad chest. "I have the power to do that for you." As he watched the amber liquid continue to disappear into Chris's mouth, Hugh's own lips parted just slightly, eyes fixated on the scene before him.

Once the glass was mostly empty, save for the ice cubes which had left a wet sheen on Chris's lips, Hugh took the glass out of the other man's hand, placing it down on the table, eyes never leaving Chris's face. "So you just focus on keeping me happy," he continued, leaning in further now, until his lips were just inches from Chris's ear. "And leave the rest to me." The final words were spoken barely above a whisper, sending a current of warm air from his mouth into Chris's ear canal.

Hugh then closed the remaining distance, his lips landing first on Chris's ear, before his teeth joined them, gripping the younger man's earlobe with just enough strength to tug on it. His hand, still cool and a bit moist from holding the cold glass moments before, found its way to the other side of Chris's head, where it caressed the side of his face while also holding it firmly in place. He planted several kisses on Chris's ear, his tongue at one point joining in and swiping against the outer ear, briefly pushing into his ear canal before pulling back out again. Hugh's lips soon left Chris's ear, placing a trail of kisses onto his cheek, down his jaw line, on his chin, and finally on the other man's soft, wet lips. Hugh's mouth lingered against Chris's, kissing the younger male at every angle, his left hand joining his right to cup Chris's head against his own. As he made out with the young brunet, the remnants of Hugh's cologne and aftershave swirled around them intoxicatingly.

Hugh eventually pulled away, not far, but enough to let Chris breathe and to gauge the other actor's reaction. "Just stick with me," Hugh said softly, one of his thumbs moving downward on Chris's cheek to brush against his bottom lip. "And you'll be set for life." He leaned in once more, not enough for their lips to meet again, but enough to make it clear that was his intention; he paused, curious to see whether Chris, if he knew what was good for him - and for his career - would take any initiative.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Hugh's use of the word 'boy' caused the hairs on the back of Chris' neck to stand erect. It was such a simple word, but one that clearly defined his place in the room and, he imagined, his place in the man's world even beyond this suite. He wasn't exactly a peer at this point, he knew that, that would come in time - or at least that was what was being offered here, from a certain point of view - but what was he then? A subordinate? A minion, for lack of a better term? No. It didn't exactly feel like that, but something close to it, yet more favorable in its meaning. Regardless, the word certainly began to paint a bigger picture, where Hugh was cast as the experienced, older father-figure, while Chris was being pegged for the malleable youth, one that needed constant care and consistent guidance.

Are you that lost? Well, yeah, you sort of are, he found himself quickly coming to terms with his lackluster lot in life, just as Hugh not only made himself more comfortable, but took the rather bold initiative to begin his mentoring by assisting him with the most basic of tasks of refreshing his parched palate.

Initially feeling compelled to reject the man's seemingly playful offer, seeing that he could most certainly handle the simple act of drinking from a glass, Chris was quick to stop himself from doing exactly that, for there was something in the way that Hugh was looking at him, at the way he was speaking to him, even in the way that he was holding the glass just so, that informed him he had better play along or run the risk of offending the influential man, not but a moment after he had essentially offered him the world. Rejection wasn't an option when it came to Hugh Jackman, and this was something Chris would swiftly have to adapt to, to learn to live with, if he wanted to remain in the man's sandbox, which he was so generously offering admittance to, along with the use of all of the toys that it contained.

Just...remain calm...and drink, he told himself as the liquor kept coming, kept flowing, so smoothly, over his dry tongue and into his thirsty throat; however, that was easier thought than done as it came a bit too quickly now, almost as if on purpose, for the next thing he knew he was dribbling it out of the side of his mouth.

Wanting to stop the man once more, even ready to actually insist that he do so, for fear of making a mess of things, of making a mess of himself, Chris actually allowed the act to continue, allowed the liquor to drip from his chiseled chin and splatter upon the crisp surface of his fitted dress shirt, mostly because he had suddenly found himself so utterly enthralled by the man's steady gaze and, even more so, by his husky voice, which had clearly shifted from sounding merely social to something far more seductive.

Was...was the liquor already taking hold of him? Had he had one too many drinks at the ceremony, plus one too many here?

Did it honestly even matter at this point?

Somewhere along the way, Chris had subconsciously come to terms with what was going to happen here tonight and he had Scott to thank for planting such a seed, deep in his psyche.

Feeling compelled to tell someone, actually anyone, about this secret rendezvous, Chris naturally turned to his best friend, who just happened to be his sibling and who also happened to be one of the most dirty-minded individuals he knew. Almost immediately upon sharing the details, Scott had blurted back, "He's going to try to get in your pants!" However, Chris was quick to insist that such a notion was beyond ludicrous. There was no way that that was what one of Hollywood's leading men, a married man, who had carefully cultivated one of the most hetero-centric personas in the industry, would be gunning for tonight.

Yet, here Hugh was whispering sweet nothings in his ear after loosening him up with his favorite liquor, and while Chris could certainly be considered a novice in the industry, the same couldn't be said for his skills behind closed doors.

Allowing the man to have his way with him, Chris didn't dare to pull away, nor even flinch, as Hugh's talented, moist mouth began to molest his ear, and then the firm lines of his strong neck, before finally landing on his plush, equally slick lips, which were still wet with the taste of watered down whiskey. Not one to typically come on strong at the start, Chris returned the passionate kiss with just enough pressure to cause the appropriate amount of pleasure that the man was clearly craving; however, once the tables were turned, and yet another door was opened, the young, athletically-inclined male took it upon himself to do a little rearranging upon the sofa.

Gripping the taut fabric of Hugh's vest, which was laying tight over his heaving pecs, Chris proceeded to pull himself towards the powerfully built man at the same time he swung his long, left leg up and then over the other, so that within several, pulse-pounding seconds he was soon straddling the superstar. Strategically placing his firm, suit-encased ass over the man's - burgeoning? - groin, his mouth swiftly found its way back to where it belonged, which was upon Hugh's own, yet instead of just lavishing him with kisses, he proceeded to dart the tip of his tongue at the man's spittle-slick mouth until it parted, at which point the rest of his tongue could slither inside and combat with its equally hungry opponent.

If this doesn't make him happy, the eager to please star now thought as he began to rub his ass against the man's stirring crotch, I don't know what will.

 

[LoveIsEnergy]

Hugh felt the soft pressure of Chris leaning into their kiss - not as enthusiastically as Hugh, of course, but it was enough to tell Hugh that he was going to get everything he wanted that night. As their mouths found one another for the first time, the Australian could taste the alcohol on the younger man's lips and smell it on his breath; he wasn't sure whether it was influencing Chris's actions at all, but he also didn't care.

Hugh was surprised for a second time when Chris suddenly gripped his vest, the older man's pectoral muscles tensing in response, and lifted himself up and over his new mentor, now straddling him with one powerful thigh on each side of his lap. This was far more initiative than Hugh had expected Chris to take, especially so early, and he was incredibly pleased. Their mouths connected again, and Hugh was happy to part his lips to allow Chris's tongue entrance. Their tongues found one another, whipping at each other playfully, before Hugh's tongue pushed forward into Chris's mouth, swiping over his bottom teeth before again wrapping around Chris's warm, inviting tongue.

But even more importantly, Hugh could feel Chris's ass beginning to move against his crotch, where his erection had already been growing but was now springing rapidly to attention. Hugh's hard manhood, still trapped in the confines of his tuxedo pants and briefs, pressed against the younger actor's ass with the same rhythm that Chris was grinding himself against him, and each time Chris's ass made contact with his erection, it sent a wave of euphoria from Hugh's groin to every part of his body. A soft moan escaped his throat, his lips vibrating against Chris's as the two men continued making out.

Hugh decided he needed to have Chris naked and under him as soon as possible.

The older man's hands, which had found themselves planted on either of Chris's hips, snuck under his jacket, making their way up the other man's body, over his firm abdominal muscles and bulging pectoral muscles, before landing on his broad shoulders. In one movement, he pushed Chris's tuxedo jacket off of his body, falling unceremoniously to the carpeted floor below them. Hugh had been leaning back into the couch, letting Chris lean over him, but he sat up taller now, his lips leaving Chris's and diving into the crook of his neck. Careful not to leave a mark - not that it would easily be traced back to him, but it would be a pain for the single actor to have to explain away if anyone noticed - Hugh nevertheless placed as many kisses and small nibbles as he could on the newly exposed skin of Chris's neck.

He pulled away after a time, looking into the younger man's eyes with an expression of hunger and entitlement. Hugh's right hand found its way to Chris's beltline, thumb and forefinger clasping the zipper of his tuxedo pants and pulling it down. As his large, powerful hand dug inside, he never took his eyes off Chris, wanting to see how the younger and less experienced male would react to their picking up the pace.

Hugh gripped Chris's cock through his silk boxer briefs, moving his hand up and down along its length to get a feel for every inch of it and to get Chris just as hard as Hugh himself already was. Speaking of which, Hugh's erection never stopped grinding upwards into Chris's sculpted butt, nearly determined to enter him even through four layers of clothing. Hugh placed his left hand on Chris's backside, both to help himself to a handful of the younger star and to keep him balanced in Hugh's lap.

It wasn't long before Hugh's right hand found the fly in Chris's boxer briefs, and it burrowed inside quickly, his fingers making contact with the bare skin of Chris's erection. Hugh subconsciously bit his bottom lip, his eyes still gazing into Chris's, but then falling to take in the sight of Chris's bare, exposed cock in his hand. Hugh's hands never stopped moving: one rubbing all over Chris's erection, pumping it up and down the shaft, swiping his palm over the tip, and occasionally moving downward to finger the man's balls; the other kneading the still-clothed flesh of Chris's plump ass, and once or twice giving it a sharp spank just to feel it jiggle beneath his hand.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Did kissing another man come naturally to Chris? Truth be told, no, it didn't, but it wasn't like he hadn't ever dabbled in the art of same-sex seduction. You didn't go away to a posh summer camp for actors or, years later, attend a New York-based film institute, and not come away with some sort of homoerotic experience, even of the experimental kind. Did having an openly gay brother work to broaden his horizons, to encourage a state of open-mindedness? It certainly didn't hurt.

Neither did the fact that the man he was currently locking lips with, currently grinding his ass against, was Hugh fucking Jackman!

Chris wasn't stupid, nor was he blind. The man was ridiculously attractive and, he had to give it to him, an amazing kisser, and if this was what it was going to take to garner himself everything his heart desired - and maybe even more! - well, he was willing to routinely make out and provide the superstar with the occasional, cock-stiffening lap dance. Heck, maybe even by doing this often enough, he would gain the insight he would need to take on more diverse, more award-worthy roles, as Ledger and Gyllenhaal had, a few years back.

D-don't...get...aHEAD of yourself, he suddenly snapped his attention back to the here and now, as his toes curled inside his patent leather shoes, just as Hugh's sizable hand skillfully found its way inside his pants, exactly as his brother had warned him he would.

Squirming just a little as his cock and balls were first eagerly groped and then gingerly massaged, through the slim fabric of his designer briefs, Chris concurrently became acutely aware of the significant mound he had managed to bring about beneath his perky posterior, which Hugh now had a firm hold on with his other hungry hand.

Daaamn.

The...the sheer size of the man's erection initially alarmed the young star, but, upon quick reflection, even in the heat of the moment, this was, after all, one of Hollywood's hottest commodities he was currently dry humping, so of course the megastar was gifted with substantial family jewels.

It...it makes...perFECT...sense!

Letting slip a deep-throated moan of his own as Hugh's grubby hand managed to work its way even deeper inside his now tented shorts, Chris felt himself become more than a little lightheaded as his throbbing - pre-oozing?! - cock was set free, only to have it land heavy in the expansive palm of the man's masculine hand. Not nearly as large as the twitching, thick stick that was practically begging to be released as it slammed against his still very suited ass, Chris didn't feel too self-conscious about his own size since it was both above average in length and, even more so, in girth.

Or at least he'd been told.

It wasn't like he had that much experience under his belt, although, from the lust-filled look on Hugh's handsome face and - What the...? - from the way he was currently manhandling his ass, rather roughly - Fuck! - right through the fine fabric of his fitted formal attire, he had a feeling he was going to cum, er, come away with a lot more knowledge by the end of the night. A - Jesus! - heck of a lot more, if the seductive superstar had any say in the matter, which, he clearly did, since Chris had basically just committed himself to the cause, body, heart, and soul.

There...there's no turning back now, he informed himself as he leaned back in, with both of his hands firmly planted on the man's heaving pecs, his mouth working its way back towards Hugh's own, as he planted several kisses along his strong jawline and chin, before diving back in, lashing tongue and all!

 

[LoveIsEnergy]

The sultry moan that emanated from Chris's throat was all Hugh needed to hear to feel that he had permission to do whatever he wanted with this man - not that he had previously been waiting for such a go-ahead. Yes, the Australian was talented - with his lips, his tongue, his fingers, and much more that Chris had yet to experience - but it still made him proud to hear him bring pleasure to his lover. Hugh got off on a lot of different things, and one of them was knowing his partner was getting off on his skilled touch.

This was especially true when his lover was someone like Chris Evans, a rising star who was already something of a heartthrob and would only continue to develop such a reputation as his career progressed. Hugh was at a peak in his own career, and was quite literally one of the sexiest men in Hollywood. But Chris would be catching those same eyes soon enough - and more and more of them, as Hugh got him into starring roles - and it made Hugh proud and a little possessive to know that this attractive young thing, like James and Ryan before him, belonged to him. Let others look, admire, and imagine what it was like to be with Chris Evans: Hugh would know intimately, every single detail.

Hugh sat back a bit again, letting Chris demonstrate his own abilities as the younger actor planted kisses all over his face. Hugh moaned again, the feeling of Chris's less certain but still talented lips against his skin giving him goosebumps. Their mouths connected again, lips and tongues tangling once more; all the while, Hugh continued pleasuring Chris's cock and balls with his right hand, his left still squeezing and otherwise playing with the younger man's ass cheek as best he could through the fabric. The pants were becoming a hindrance though, and they needed to exit the picture as quickly as possible.

It was time to get Chris naked.

Hugh could feel the other actor's shaft pulsing in his hand; he slowed the rhythmic motion of his hand, as he didn't want Chris to cum too quickly, since they still had a full night of fun ahead of them. Pulling away from their kiss, Hugh's lips immediately felt cool and lonely; the older male looked down, finding a large spot of precum on the head of Chris's erection which had been dripping out of his tip for as long as Hugh's hand had been on it. His thumb and forefinger came together on Chris's head, pulling off some of the sticky, translucent liquid and bringing it up to his lips. He stuck just the tip of his two fingers into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as his tongue consumed Chris's precum off of his own fingers.

"You taste good," Hugh breathed, eyes opening again and meeting Chris's gaze. That done, his same hand reached forward and grabbed onto Chris's black bowtie, pulling it loose until it left Chris's neck entirely; it was soon discarded onto the floor with the long-forgotten tuxedo jacket. Hugh's hand came back to Chris's collar, this time grabbing onto the top of his white button-up dress shirt and, with one fluid motion, ripping it open. Most of the buttons stayed firmly attached as they were forced out of their buttonholes, though a few popped off and were lost to the night.

Hugh's left hand finally left Chris's ass, and the man placed both hands on either of Chris's shoulders, forcing the shirt back to reveal the younger actor's broad shoulders, bulging and lightly-haired pectoral muscles, and defined abdominals. A wicked grin spread across Hugh's face, and he wasted no time getting to work worshipping the young but muscular boy's upper body. His lips crash-landed on Chris's collar bone, hungrily placing kisses, licks, and nibbles on his shoulder and down his chest, arms wrapping around Chris's back to finish the job of removing the shirt entirely from Chris's body, and then to hold him in place and keep him close.

Eventually, his mouth found its way down to Chris's left nipple. His lips surrounded the areola, tongue lashing across the nipple and feeling it harden in his mouth's grip. He sucked on it briefly, before his teeth joined in and gripped it just firmly enough to tug on it playfully.

Once Hugh felt that Chris's nipple had received an appropriate level of attention, his mouth continued on its way, planting some more kisses around the younger man's chest, though he wasn't able to go much lower given their current seated position. This couch had served its purpose, and it was time to move on.

"I want you," he said, looking back up at Chris with fiery eyes. He motioned to stand up, which required Chris to get off his lap first, before Hugh could get up off the couch - the full enormity of his erection still stuffed inside his dark suit pants coming into display as he stood. He took Chris's hand into his own larger one, leading him from the living room into the bedroom. While he wanted to get horizontal as soon as possible, he clearly wasn't in too much of a rush, as they stopped three or four times on their way there so Hugh could kiss and grope the younger star some more.

The bedroom light came on, and Hugh brought Chris over to the bed, more or less pushing him down onto it so that Chris was laying on his back at the foot of the bed, with Hugh standing before him. Hugh hopped onto the bed, assuming a similar position Chris had been in moments before, one of the Australian's powerful thighs on either side of the actor under him. The white comforter of the bed, once crisply ironed and tidy, now molded to their forms, crumpling under the sheer magnitude of the two tall and muscular men. Hugh knew from experience that the Waldorf's mattresses could take a beating, but he was really going to test this one's endurance tonight.

Hugh's hands found Chris's belt quickly, and once that was undone it was easy enough for him to smoothly pull the pants and underwear down to Chris's knees, where they could be kicked off the rest of the way later. Hugh was already familiar with the sight of Chris's manhood, though to see it freed from his clothing entirely was next-level. Chris was now essentially naked, with Hugh still more or less fully clothed. That was fine by Hugh: there was a certain power dynamic that came with having this young man completely exposed to him while he was still in his formalwear, and Hugh was going to take advantage of every single inch of this man's perfect body.

But first, he longed for the taste of Chris's lips again, a flavor and sensation still new to him and one he planned to commit to memory. He leaned over the naked man, their mouths connecting again, but not for long: Hugh's lips left Chris's, trailing down his neck and chest as it had done before, but now moving lower, planting kisses down the other celebrity's rock-hard abs, down to his waist, and then even further.

He gripped Chris's hard erection in his right hand - his left arm being used to balance himself on the bed - and pumped it up and down a few times, producing yet another pool of precum on the tip. He leaned down, sticking out his tongue to taste the boy's fluids a second time, involuntarily shuddering at its flavor and at the intoxicating smell of Chris's musk. His lips touched down on the head of Chris's erection, moving to engulf it completely, and then moving even further down, taking Chris's entire shaft into his mouth over the course of a few moments. His lips moved back up to the tip, and then all the way back down again, nose pressing against Chris's lightly-haired pubic area. He continued this motion several times, slowly at first, and then picking up speed little by little until he was full-on blowing the other man. His tongue got involved, wrapping around the shaft this way and that, occasionally brushing across the tip to taste more and more of the younger man's pre-cum, which was not at all in short supply.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

As the steamy make-out session continued, Chris found his arousal growing, found his need to release already bubbling to the surface within his now throbbing cock, which was consistently leaking crystal-clear pre all over the hand - Hugh Jackman’s undeniably masculine hand! - that was skillfully milking his rigid length. A few more minutes of this measured manhandling, of the delicious mouth molesting, and generous ass grabbing - which, he had to admit, was a relatively new, but hyper-stimulating act that he wholeheartedly approved of - and he was certain he'd be spewing his seed in record time!

Was Chris often so quick to climax? No, the young star typically wasn't, but that was because the heartthrob was generally the one in control, the one who inevitably steered such sensual sessions to their passionate peak. Here with Hugh, however, he was the one being brought along for the ride, being taken to new heights, because even though the man appeared to be in the far more prone position, reclined beneath as he was, he was clearly the one in absolute control. And he knew it, too. Otherwise why would he dare take a breathy pause to sample some of the star's viscous fluid?

Oh, Jesus, was all Chris could think as he watched the man not only suggestively lap at the tips of his own thick fingers and savor the sticky substance as if he were tasting fresh honey from a comb, but openly and favorably comment on the quality of it and, more specifically, the one who had produced it!

Yes, it was now as crystal clear as the pre itself, Hugh was indeed the one in control here and the next steps that he took only worked to define his commanding role.

With the skill of a man who had done this a number of times before, Chris swiftly found himself being unwrapped by Hugh as if he were that highly regarded gift a recipient purposefully saved for last, but clearly had been longing for and, perhaps, even lusting for the entire time. With ease, his expertly tied bow was nimbly undone and whisked away in a flash. This, quite naturally, was immediately followed by the even swifter - and so much rougher! - undoing of his dress shirt, which one moment hugged his muscular torso just-so and the next was being splayed open - busted buttons and all! - so that his heaving pecs and flexing abs could be revealed, in the flesh, in all of their sculpted glory. However, such an appetizing view wasn't enough for the possessive man who needed so much more than that, and basically said so with a single, lustful look. Another heartbeat more and the shirt was gone, carelessly added to the growing pile of his formal attire, which his stylist had agonized over for weeks.

With his upper torso on full display, Chris wrongfully assumed that he would be told to flex, to even put on a little pec-bouncing show - which he would've been happy to do - but that wouldn’t be the case at all. Far from it. No, instead, Hugh continued to feast, and not just with his eyes, but with his hungry mouth, starting with the tip of his tongue that he used to tease one of Chris' exposed nips until it was as stiff as his cock. Not sure he could take much more pleasure without spilling over, the young star would find himself emitting yet another deep-throated moan as Hugh proceeded to not only wrap his mouth around the erect nub, but nibble on it, which produced a tingling sensation that radiated across the length of his torso, rippling as deep as the base of his cock!

Certain he was going to spew, both of Chris' hands flew up and laced into Hugh's perfectly styled head of surprisingly soft hair as he continued to molest the peak of his pec. Wanting to tell him to slow down, to even stop for just the briefest of moments so that he could catch his breath, the ravenous man moved on from his current titillating position to one that consisted of applying far more gentle kisses upon whatever skin his moist mouth could find. Seated as they were, the expanse of exposed skin was surprisingly limited - unless the already gifted man had recently added contortionist to his resume - so when Chris was directed to stand, he certainly did so, but only after he took nearly a full minute to register Hugh's words that were said with such conviction, such passion, it nearly undid him right there.

Hugh Jackman, one of the Sexiest Men Alive, if not thee sexiest, wanted him, Chris Evans, and he wanted him now.

But in what way?

Jesus.

This was all happening so quick, Chris barely had time to clearly think about where it was all headed, where they were headed; however, a few minutes more, a few passionate kisses later, with his half-naked body pressed against Hugh's still suited form, it became obvious that they would be taking this to the next level, and into the next room!

Practically staggering into the extended suite, as hands continued to grope and, when possible, tongues became intertwined once more as mouths connected, it didn't take much effort on the larger man's part to get Chris right where he wanted him, which was crashing down upon the end of the expansive, king-size bed that barely groaned as Hugh quickly added his muscular mass to the mix.

Pinned in place as he was, the young star had no other choice but to watch himself be stripped nearly naked as his trousers were worked open and then off from around his narrow hips, taking his briefs with them as they went, which was an arousing act in its own right, seeing that the smooth cloth would run over the full length of his erection as it was worked back through the slit it had been dangling from.

Exposed now, from one head to the other, without a single obstruction between the two, Chris could've easily felt awkward being on full display as he was, while Hugh loomed large above him still impeccably dressed, save his suit jacket, but instead he felt oddly relaxed being laid out as he was, which probably had more to do with his now fully intoxicated state and less to do with actually being entirely comfortable with what was happening and, more importantly, what was yet to come. What also helped to put his body and, to a small degree, his mind at ease was the swift return of the man's talented mouth to his own, then to his jaw, his neck, his pec, his abs, his...

Whoa.

Taken by surprise as his cock was consumed by Hugh, first slowly, with measured moves, then in full, from tip to base, Chris' hands once again found their way inside the star's silky, thick locks as he proceeded to go down on him!

W-what the...? Hu-how? How is this even happening?! his mind whirled, as his toes once again curled within his dress shoes and his bright blues literally rolled into the back of his head, just as something unintelligible escaped his parted lips right before his breath was taken away!

Gasping, literally gasping for air as Hugh once again used his talented mouth in ways that now seemed downright obscene for a man of his caliber, Chris couldn’t stop himself from griping the mane of thick hair that his fingers had slid into a heartbeat or so before.

I...I’m going to... No! Not yet!

With his pulse pounding in his chest and ears, and...and his rigid, pre-leaking cock throbbing deep inside Hugh’s equally skilled throat, which was flexing against his spit-slick shaft, applying just the right amount of pressure here and there, Chris made every effort to not pass out and, more importantly, not erupt all over the inside of thee Hugh Jackman!

Un...unless that’s his goal?!

Surely that couldn’t be the man’s goal, but as he continued to suck, and milk, and moan, swirling his tongue around the sensitive skin of the now ruby-red head, before flicking the tip at the underside of the now quivering rod that lay neatly inside his warm throat, his intentions seemed abundantly clear.

But that didn’t stop Chris from trying to stop him.

“Hugh,” he more so mouthed, at first, as he fought to find his voice. “Hugh?” he urgently called again, with an actual voice that sounded foreign even to his ears, as his hands gripped the man’s hair and, in turn, his head, as that unmistakable feeling began to form along the length of his shaft, balls drawing up as it did.

“I...I...I...,” was all he was able to breathlessly sputter, before feeling the overwhelming need to cry out in unbridled ecstasy, just before his lower lip throbbed from biting down on it a bit too hard!

I’ve died and gone to heaven.

 

[LoveIsEnergy]

Hugh continued pleasuring Chris's thick cock, his lips moving up and down the shaft, which he could feel pulsating inside his mouth with increasing intensity. Chris's hands finding the top of his head and gripping his hair tightly only egged him on further. His tongue lashed every which way, stroking Chris's aching erection from every angle and slurping up the warm precum that continually leaked out of Chris's tip, a small but steady river of sexual fluid that coated the inside of the older actor's mouth. Its flavor, combined with the whiffs of Chris's musk that Hugh was able to inhale every time his nose crashed into the younger man's crotch, made the Australian dizzy in the very best of ways. He wanted to taste everything this man could give him - but not yet.

Hearing Chris's gasps and moans - and feeling his shaft throbbing more and more by the second - Hugh decided, with great self-control, to end this oral pleasure for now - he didn't want Chris spent before the main event. And so his mouth left Chris's cock just as suddenly as it had found it, with the older actor grinning up at his new protégé.

"Not so fast," he chided through his wicked smile. "We're only just getting started."

That said, he kissed his way back up Chris's sculpted body, just as he had done in the opposite direction a few minutes before, his lips and tongue - and occasionally his teeth - roaming over the younger man's abs, pecs, and neck. Their lips met, an open-mouth kiss that was already starting to feel familiar being enhanced by the flavor of Chris's cock and precum still on Hugh's breath.

Eventually, Hugh sat up, still straddling Chris, and reached up to undo his tie. Just as soon as it was discarded, his black vest came off as well, and then the man was ripping off his white dress shirt in much the same way that he had done to Chris's back in the living room. Hugh's bare torso was now exposed to the other man, his older body just as worked out or perhaps more so, and his chest and stomach lightly dusted with hairs.

Hugh moved to put his hands on either side of Chris's chest, helping him shift up the bed so that Chris was laying down fully, head resting on one of the comfortable white pillows, with Hugh still on top of him. They kissed again, Hugh bringing his body fully down to rest on top of Chris's, their bulging chests rubbing against each other as they made out. Hugh's greedy hands explored as much of the other man's body as they could given much of it was now underneath him. His fingers caressing his shoulders, worked-out arms, and down his sides. Hugh's body moved rhythmically against Chris's, the huge bulge in his tuxedo pants grinding against Chris's stomach. His own cock, which had largely been neglected up until now, was nevertheless throbbing in its strict fabric confines, and Hugh decided it was time for Chris to return the favor from earlier.

Sitting up once more, his eyes locked on Chris's as one of his hands found his pants zipper, which he slowly lowered down all the way. He reached in through the openings of his pants and briefs and pulled out his cock, which landed heavily on Chris's chest. Hugh chuckled as Chris took in the size of it - nearly all of its eight thick inches were now visible, though his balls - just as impressive in size - were still hidden from view. Hugh took his erection in his hand, stroking it a few times, a bead of precum forming on the tip and glistening in the soft light of the bedroom.

Wordlessly, Hugh shifted up Chris's body so that he was straddling Chris's broad chest, the head of his cock only inches away from the younger man's mouth. He moved it even closer, slowly, until the tip barely brushed against Chris's bottom lip, leaving a shiny spot of precum there. Hugh's eyes looked down at the other man's handsome face with hunger and longing, the Australian's lips parting as though willing Chris's to do the same. After lingering against Chris's lips for a moment, the head of his huge cock finally pushed past them, entering Chris's warm mouth for the first time.

Hugh gave Chris some time to get used to the sensation of his mouth being filled - something he assumed was new to the brunet but that he would come to experience very frequently when he was under Hugh's wing - but soon he started pushing further in, until most of his shaft had disappeared into Chris's mouth. He pulled it out again, almost all the way out, before pushing in once more. Hugh leaned forward, one of his hands gripping the top of the headboard for balance, as his hips began to thrust his large erection in and out of Chris's mouth, slowly at first, but then picking up speed. As he continued fucking Chris's face with increasing speed and intensity, his other hand found his pants again, undoing his belt and pants button to make it easier to pull them off at some later time.

While all of this was going on, moans and gasps would occasionally escape from Hugh's throat, the sensation of Chris's inexperienced mouth pleasuring his cock sending wave after wave of euphoria coursing through Hugh's veins. "Kid, you're a natural," he managed to grunt, though so far his own hips were doing most of the work.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

NO! Chris wanted to cry out, and nearly clearly did, in an uncontrollable fit, that thankfully sounded more like an impassioned moan than the insistent word itself, as Hugh swiftly withdrew not just his wandering, talented tongue, but the warmth of his milking mouth that had nearly, oh so nearly, brought him to a level of pleasure he had never experienced before!

Did a greater part of him, the more practical side of him, want the man to stop? Yes, yes it did. For the thought of marking another man - and not just any many, but this man - in such a way, seemed highly inappropriate and, dare he think it, degrading. But the greedy, distinctly naughty part of him, the part that rarely saw the light of day, also wanted to spew his copious load deep down the man's delicious throat, if for no other reason than to say he had done so.

Not that he would be telling anyone about what was happening here tonight.

Except for maybe his brother.

No, not even him, he then decided, as the man of the hour began to disrobe, exposing every solid inch of his ridiculously defined torso. It was no wonder that one of his nicknames was Hugh Jacked-Man, since he was indeed ripped all over, possibly even more so than when he had last exposed himself on the big screen, you know, all in the name of art and, well, to keep fans coming back for more. Even Scott himself had made mention that even if the mutant movies 'sucked balls,' he'd be willing to pay whatever exorbitant price the industry demanded, as long as he got to see Wolverine's massive, hairy pecs, rippling and rolling abs, and, most importantly of all, his thickly built butt.

He is quite the fine specimen, Chris found himself admitting, as his eyes openly admired those sculped planes that were now hovering mere inches away from his own, nearly putting them to shame, especially given the fact that Hugh was just about a decade and a half older than the young buck, who had certainly made the gym his home away from home, ever since he himself had flashed a bit of superhero flesh.

Phew. Yeah. Fine indeed.

Entranced by the display that he was drinking in with lustful eyes - again, mostly because his hazy mind practically mandated such lewd behavior - Chris was certainly more than a little tempted to reach out and tweak a nip - or even two! - just as one of his own had been toyed with; however, such a move would have to wait as he was once again given assistance in such a simple task as repositioning himself upon the bed that continued to support both men with ease. Feeling Hugh's firm hands move along the sides of his body until his fingers were nestled deep inside Chris' damp pits, he allowed himself to be more or less manhandled as he had been before, until he was resting where the bed itself expected him to be, with his head set upon one of its many downy pillows.

This...this is nice.

Settling in for what he assumed was going to be another hot and heavy make out session, the heavy half of that idiom reclaimed its individuality as Hugh's muscular mass came crashing down upon Chris' own! Unprepared for such a sizable assault to the entirety of his prone form, the younger star let slip a slight grunt as the wind was nearly knocked out of him. Having grown accustom to far more feminine forms, more delicate, lady-like forms colliding with his own fit physique, it took Chris a moment to mentally adjust. Granted, by the time that moment finally came in full, Hugh was moving on to the next act of the evening, which involved the unveiling of the man's unmistakable mass that had somehow remained a mystery up until this point.

With eyes locked, as they had been through most of the night, Chris couldn't help himself from drawing his away just as the lengthy slab was withdrawn and then thwacked hard against his heaving pecs, looking exactly like a demi-gods cock was suppose to, in all of its phallic glory!

Jesus. It's bigger than I thought.

The...the thing was indeed huge, or so it seemed to Chris' inexperienced eyes, and it certainly put his own manhood to shame, regardless of the fact that it was still a nice size that nobody had complained about before. This however, this fleshy scepter with its plush head and substantial girth was clearly the reason why the megastar had no problem strutting around a set in his birthday suit. Why he hadn't been nicknamed Huge Jackman was something Chris would have to investigate, on the downlow, once given the chance. Now, however, his primary concern was taking the whole thing in.

In more ways than one.

Not even remotely prepared for what happened next, Chris soon found himself quite literally staring down the weeping beast as it was presented, without much fanfare, to his very virginal orifice that had suddenly gone bone dry the moment the monster came into view. He should've seen this coming, should've somehow been better prepared, but how exactly did someone make themselves ready for such a substantial undertaking, both mentally and, quite obviously, physically?

Could he do this? Could he actually wrap his lips around another man's cock, only to have it slide inside, deep inside his mouth and throat beyond, as Hugh's most certainly would given its generous length? Did...did he really have a choice at this point?

No. No he didn't.

Hugh was moving in fast for the kill, ready to claim Chris' mouth, inch by thickening inch, smearing his pre along the way, and he didn't seem to notice - or maybe even care? - that the veiny skin of his throbbing rod was rudely rubbing its way inside, instead of smoothly gliding on in, as it would if there were an ample amount of spit to welcome it. But there wasn't, there just wasn't. Thankfully, however, for the sake of both men, there was just enough pre to work its magic, so that the act was actually far more pleasurable, instead of as painful as it could've been.

F-f-fucking focus! Chris inwardly cursed at himself as he struggled to breath around the meaty mass, nearly forgetting he had another avenue to do exactly that.

Initially overwhelmed as he was, the young star did finally manage to calm himself down once Hugh gave him the opportunity to, after both slowing his roll and even drawing himself back out, nearly all of the way; however, such acts of kindness were short-lived as the now moaning man came back at him, full force, thrusting deeper and deeper with every purposeful sway of his powerful hips.

He was a man on a mission, and there was simply no stopping him.

He was going to fuck Chris' face for as long as he wanted to, essentially driving, no, drilling home the point that he was the man in charge, that he held all of the cards and all of the power.

Simply put, Chris could either learn to adapt and, in turn, accept his submissive role in Hugh's opulent, fame-defining world, or he could merely return to the lackluster life he once had, with tail tucked and, he imagined, mouth forever zipped, never uttering a single word about what he now knew or, at least, what he thought he knew about the man who was opening him up to new experiences, nearly as fast as he was opening his previously unskilled throat, inch by throbbing inch!

You...you can do this, he now told himself, a moment or two before Hugh's encouraging words rained down upon him, just a second or so before drops of his sweat did the same, mixing with Chris' own, which was profusely pouring out of every pore at this point.

You can do it and...and maybe even enjoy it! he quickly convinced himself as he began to flick his tongue in much the same way his newfound mentor had upon his own thick prick, making sure to tickle the sensitive skin that sat just under the bulbous head.

More than likely, just how Mr. Hugh Jackman - or was it now, Master Hugh? - preferred it himself.

 

[LoveIsEnergy]

Hugh continued fucking Chris's face, the speed and intensity of his thrusts picking up speed until he was plunging his long, thick cock into the younger man's mouth over and over with abandon. If the brunet's mouth had been dry, Hugh hadn't noticed or had simply pressed on: soon enough his mouth was plenty wet with a mixture of one man's saliva and the other man's precum. Chris was even getting his tongue involved, just as Hugh had done earlier, and the older actor's manhood pulsated in its grasp. As he continued humping Chris's jaw, the Australian was working up a sweat, warm droplets dripping down his body and occasionally falling down onto Chris's body below him.

But just as he hadn't let Chris finish in his mouth minutes ago, so too was Hugh determined to prevent his own release now. Oral sex was wonderful - even if it was Chris's first time pleasuring another man with his mouth - but it still wasn't the main event. Hugh decreased his pace little by little into slower and smoother motions, and eventually his cock left Chris's mouth altogether, his now-wet and shining shaft landing down on the other man's large chest once more.

"Like I said, a natural." Hugh chuckled before he leaned down, giving Chris a quick and firm kiss on the lips, as though such a gesture was a reward for a job well done. But that only lasted a moment; Hugh sat back up, lifting his own body up off of Chris's just enough so that, when he put both hands on Chris's right side, he could flip the younger man over to lay on his stomach; despite Chris's own large size, even his mass was no match for Hugh's strength, especially when the older man felt entitled to use it. Chris was so much putty in his hands, a toy for him to play with, to move this way and that as he saw fit and as Hugh's needs and desires dictated. Chris would be rewarded for this obedience, with more than he could possibly imagine - but he had to pay the toll if he wanted to cross the bridge.

With the man under him now lying on his stomach, the vast expanse of Chris's muscular back was now Hugh's for the taking - and he did take it, planting a trail of kisses down the younger man's spine until he arrived at the small of his back. Hugh shifted himself down Chris's body, his face now mere inches from the other actor's ass. The large, firm mounds of flesh didn't disappoint - they looked just as big, meaty, and inviting as they had felt through the fabric of Chris's pants earlier on he couch. Hugh wasted no time - he simply didn't have the self-control to - helping himself to the prize before him, grabbing a muscular but fleshy cheek in each hand.

"Good God..." he breathed, not even completely aware he'd spoken the thought out loud, the saliva already building up in the bottom of his mouth as he eyed hungrily what was possibly the "Fantastic Four" actor's greatest asset. His hands roamed around Chris's superior glutes, massaging the flesh, occasionally spanking one to watch the ripple effect it produced, and at last pulling them apart to reveal Chris's tight, virginal - but oh so inviting - hole.

If Hugh had to hazard a guess, he would say Chris had never taken a dick before - he certainly looked as tight as anyone Hugh had ever seen, possibly even tighter than James and Ryan had been during their respective first times with their patron. The thought of being the first to push his way into Chris's unexplored depths - to be the first to break through that first untouched ring and plant his seed deep inside the younger actor and claim him for himself - sent Hugh's face forward, his lips landing on Chris's closed hole as he proceeded to give Chris what was very likely his first ever rimjob.

As for Hugh, rimming was quite possibly his favorite thing to do with a man, besides fucking him. James and Ryan were well aware that Hugh would, if it were at all possible, spend all day with his face buried between two beautiful ass cheeks. And Chris's was the Holy Grail of asses, so Hugh was in hog heaven as he made out with Chris's hole, his hands still grabbing each muscular cheek, keeping them pulled apart to allow his face easy access. He inhaled sharply through his nose, his eyes rolling back into his head with ecstasy and a moan escaping his throat as he took in Chris's masculine and sweaty musk.

His tongue soon joined in, licking at Chris's entrance and occasionally pushing into it, though Chris was so tight that it couldn't get very far. No matter: Hugh was very content to enjoy what he could access readily, his tongue occasionally leaving Chris's hole to lick up his ass crack or down his taint to his ball sack - but always coming back to that sweet, and increasingly wet, hole. Any reaction, verbal or physical, that Chris had to all of this would only egg Hugh on further to continue pleasuring the brunet's hole with his lips, tongue, and occasionally teeth.

The rimjob lasted several minutes, but eventually even that wasn't enough to satiate Hugh's hunger: he had to be inside of Chris as soon as possible. But Chris was so tight that it would take some loosening up. His face finally pulling away, he replaced his tongue with one finger, which scratched at Chris's restrictive entrance before gently but without pause pushing inside, just to the first knuckle at first, but then deeper until he could feel the younger man's smooth insides. There was lube in the drawer of the nightstand - James would of course have seen to that ahead of time - but for just one finger, all of the saliva leftover from the rimjob was more than enough to provide Hugh's finger with a slick and smooth entrance. He pulled the finger back out again, all the way to the tip, before pushing inside a second time, and he repeated this over and over again, picking up speed little by little until he was essentially fucking Chris with his forefinger. Hugh glanced up Chris's body, eager to catch the reaction on Chris's face - or more likely, the back of his head - to being finger-banged for the first time by the actor and his new master.

 

[Twisted_iN_Tux]

Growing more and more comfortable with not only the thought of taking another man's cock, but the actual act of having it thrust deep down his throat - which had finally stopped making that horrible gagging sound about twenty or so thrusts in - Chris once again found himself craving more, so much more.

Just as Hugh pulled out.

Tease.

That was the first word that came to mind as the seemingly satisfied man repositioned himself, with his spittle-slick dick once again laid out between the young star's heaving pecs. He appeared content with denying himself the pleasure of release, just as he had done moments before in reverse. Was this his way? Was this how things were going to be between the two of them? Would they be repeatedly taken right to the edge, only to pull back at the very later second? Maybe that was how the superstar maintained his little secret, his hetero-centric persona, by not actually going all the way. It was too hard to say at this point, but what wasn't, was the simple fact that this evening was far from over.

Suddenly finding himself face down and ass up, as Hugh easily flipped him over like a slab of fresh beef on a flaming barbeque, Chris clung to the pillow his head had been resting on as the man mounted him from behind. With his lower legs still caught up in his tugged down briefs and tuxedo trousers, the young star found himself unable to do much beyond lay upon the plush mattress in a very prone position. Had this been done on purpose or mistakenly in haste? Again, it was hard to tell, but it quickly became an irrelevant concern as his flexing, firm ass became Hugh's main course of the evening!

Initially feeling only the man's masculine hands as they firmly groped and even playfully slapped the muscular mounds that he'd spent countless hours sculpting in the gym, as per his personal trainer's orders, the sudden sensation of feeling the man's lightly-stubbled chin, as it grazed across his skin, just before his moist mouth connected with his rim, sent waves of...of pleasure...rippling across the entire length of his now wildly flexing form.

Jesus. Christ.

Grunting into the pillow at nearly the exact same moment the hungry man lustfully moaned between the two mounds, causing his ass to quiver and then dimple, Chris would find himself gasping for air, yet again, as his breath was snatched away for the second time tonight!

Managing to lift his head, mostly in an effort to replenish his lung as quickly as he could, the somewhat stunned star continued to struggle with what was happening down under. Was...was Hugh really feasting on his bubble butt like there was no tomorrow? Was he really darting his tongue in and out of his absurdly tight pucker with the hopes of...of...of what? He hadn't a clue, but the man was once again on a mission; however, this time, he was acting and reacting in a far more frenzied manner, as if he couldn't marry his logical wants and his passionate needs with what was actually happening right before him.

It...it was all rather frenetic, but...but also arousing, in a deeply intimate and equally erotic way.

And just as before, if not even more so, Chris didn't want it to end. He could actually envision himself shouting at the man if he dared to even think it, yet, once again, he did indeed stop, but not in full, as he had done twice before. No, instead, he simply changed his plan of attack, replacing his wiggling wedge of a tongue with one of his thick, far more agile fingers!

Crying out as the slick digit more easily slid inside, much deeper than the tongue before it, he found himself squirming, literally squirming upon the bed, as he flexed hard against the...the...euphoric invasion?! Was...was he really enjoying this? If his throbbing cock, which was pinned beneath his writhing form, was any indication, yes, yes he most certainly was! And again, he wanted more, so much more, so he said as much, with a husky voice, that most would easily read as utterly shameless.

And he imagined it would be music to the man's ears.

"More!" he would moan as he began to carefully - or was it carelessly? - thrust his hips up so that his ass could consume a bit more of the finger that was now - what? - fucking his ass?! Yes, that was exactly what was happening here. He was being finger-fucked and, well, he was loving every fucking second of it! "More," he muttered again, before biting down on his lower lip. "I want more," he then managed to utter, over his shoulder, only after catching his breath, as his rim clamped down hard, so hard that Hugh would have to work to retrieve what was rightfully his.

"Please, sir, I need more!"