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Hugh continued finger-banging his young protégé, lips spreading into a smile as he watched Chris writhe on the bed against his touch. Even before Chris vocalized his pleasure, it was crystal clear that the younger man was enjoying every thrust of Hugh's finger into his hole. Hugh was getting intense pleasure out of it as well, his own throbbing cock leaking precum down onto the plush white comforter below him, though he ignored his own needs for now and instead focused solely on opening up Chris's virginal hole.

An eyebrow arched high on his forehead as the "Fantastic Four" star began to make his needs known, both the words and the delivery extremely arousing to Hugh. Chris had clearly never experienced this type of pleasure before, and Hugh was all too happy to introduce him to this this - and to so many more pleasures to come. His fore-finger slowed when he felt Chris's sphincter tighten around it; and, rather than pull it out, he decided it was time for a second finger to join it. He pushed his middle finger slowly into Chris's hole as well, breaking past the barrier of the other man's resistance to join the other finger deep inside his unexplored depths.

"I know what you want," he replied, his voice a low rumble, as the two fingers began pushing back and forth inside of Chris. The older man spat down onto Chris's hole to ensure it remained wet and slick. "I know exactly what you want." He pushed his fingers in further than they'd been before, and given the extra length of his middle finger was able to rub up against the other man's prostate - a new and extremely pleasurable sensation that Chris had quite possibly never felt before. He continued fucking Chris with two fingers now, and also began scissoring his fingers apart, stretching Chris's hole open little by little; even with two fingers now inside the young star, their combined width still paled greatly in comparison to the girth of Hugh's erection, and the Australian needed to work him open if it was going to have any chance of fitting.

But soon, having his fingers inside of Chris was no longer going to satisfy him; Hugh wanted to feel his entire length being consumed by this tight but greedy hole. He pulled his fingers out - once again depriving Chris of a source of pleasure just as suddenly as it had started - and rose off of the bed just enough to pull his pants and boxers down. He removed them from his legs entirely, throwing the once-neatly pressed slacks and grey silk boxer shorts onto the bedroom floor, his well-polished black dress shoes and calf-length dress socks quickly joining them. He did the same with the rest of Chris's clothes, and the men were now finally and completely naked, nothing left to get in the way of complete flesh-on-flesh action.

All told, Hugh's body had only been away from Chris's for five seconds, but that still felt like too long for the completely new lovers. Hugh's knees landed down on the bed once again, one powerful and newly exposed thigh resting on either side of Chris's sculpted and now very wet ass. His long and thick cock fell heavily between the cheeks, its girth slapping the sloppy remnants of Hugh's previous tongue- and finger-fucking. He lowered himself down onto Chris just as he'd done before, his bare body resting heavily on Chris's, chest against shoulders, abs against back, cock against ass.

"I'm going to give you everything you want," he said, his mouth just inches from Chris's ear, as his body began moving against Chris's, "and more. More than you can possibly imagine." His cock began sliding up and down between Chris's cheeks, the older actor dry-humping his new consort as he continued whispering directly in his ear. "And you're going to do the same for me." Hugh stuck his tongue out, probing all over Chris's ear as his nose exhaled warm air onto it. Hugh's hands reached down to grab onto Chris's ass, holding it steady as he continued his repeating and increasingly powerful thrusts against the younger man's body. Hugh moved his own legs to be between Chris's, pushing his lover's legs apart to provide his cock with even easier access to the boy's wet hole. The saliva that still remained between Chris's cheeks made Hugh's thrusts wet, slick, and smooth - almost too much so, as a few times the head of his cock threatened to push into his hole. And it was incredibly tempting to let it, but no - this was their first time together (and, Hugh had to assume, Chris's first time at all), and Hugh wanted to do it right. He wanted to do Chris right.

And so once again he momentarily deprived Chris of one pleasure, before replacing it with another; he sat up, lifting his muscled torso off of Chris, a copious amount of sweat having been produced between their bodies over the past few minutes of dry-humping one another. Just as he'd done before, he used both hands to flip the man over, so he was once again lying on his back. Next, Hugh reached over to the nightstand, opening the drawer and producing a small, silver bottle of his favorite lubricant. Turning his attention back to the beautiful man on his bed, he opened the bottle, pouring some of the smooth liquid into his hand. He rubbed some into each of his hands so that with one hand he could massage his own cock, and with the other he could rub some onto Chris's hole.

With that done, Hugh leaned over Chris, easily bringing the man's legs - which were muscled and heavy, but still no match for Hugh's strength - over his broad shoulders, exposing Chris's hole to him. Moving even closer, Hugh positioned his cock so that the tip was just pressing against Chris's entrance. He locked eyes with his younger lover, leaning even further over him as the head of his erection began pushing slowly inside. "Relax..." he breathed as he continued entering the other man, his shaft disappearing inch by inch inside of him. Chris was so incredibly tight - even tighter than Hugh had expected given his anal virginity - and there was a lot of resistance at first. But it was like nothing Hugh had ever felt; his eyes rolled nearly to the back of his head as he focused solely on the feeling of his cock being enveloped tightly and entirely by Chris's insides. He moved very slowly, but without stopping, until he was all the way inside - and then he paused for a long moment, allowing Chris time to get used to the sensation of being filled, and by such a large cock.

But while he would be patient to accommodate Chris's inexperience, Hugh had needs too, and his frankly came first tonight. And so he began pulling his cock out, almost entirely, until just the head was still inside Chris, before pushing it all back in again, not quite as slowly as he had the first time. He repeated this process, in and out, in and out, picking up speed each time until he'd developed a steady rhythm. He fucked Chris, his own muscular ass flexing with each thrust that sent his cock faster, harder, and deeper into Chris's body.

Hugh loved fucking in the missionary position, because it meant he could watch his lover's facial expressions as they fucked; it was also more intimate, as they could kiss and hold one another as they made love. Hugh supposed he was something of a traditionalist in that sense. He leaned further down, wrapping his powerful arms around Chris's shoulders, lips connecting with Chris's, tongues connecting as well, sweat from Hugh's body occasionally dripping down onto the other man's torso. Their bodies were entirely tangled with each other, moving as one on the bed - and the mattress occasionally moving as well - as Hugh continually pushed into Chris.

"You're gonna be a star, baby," Hugh muttered between passionate kisses, the head of his cock finding Chris's prostate and pushing into it repeatedly, his heavy balls slapping against Chris's cheeks with each thrust. "My little star." Chris's almost unbelievable tightness, which was finally giving way to Hugh's massive cock, already had Hugh feeling extra possessive of his new plaything; this was possibly the most amazing feeling Hugh had ever experienced, and he wanted to have it again and again - and all to himself. Chris would surely get everything his heart desired - everything he'd voiced to Hugh on the couch earlier that evening - as long as he kept making that tight ass available to him.
 
Had Chris really just begged for more? What more could he want, could he even take? Wasn't one finger enough? It certainly felt like enough. Surely he could ride it out to completion; however, he knew, he just knew, with one single, slightly awkward glance over his shoulder, even with only catching a small portion of the handsome man's intense, sweat-slick face, that that certainly wouldn't be enough for him. No, he would want to give him more, so much more.

And so Hugh did.

Inserting a second finger, a bit more swiftly than the first, a bit more deeply too, Chris clung to the pillow that had been beneath his head in preparation for whatever came next. Not that he had a single clue of what that could be. How could he? This was, after all, his very first time being handled like this. But if he knew this man as well as he thought he did, beyond this suite's soft-lit walls, he was, without a doubt, an overachiever. Why settle for satisfying, when you could achieve electrifying? Why aim for merely magical, when you could capture, as if lightening in a bottle, a moment that was both meaningful and magnificent?

Which is exactly what Hugh did.

Sliding his thick middle finger in deeper still, he struck, with marked precision, something inside of Chris that swiftly sent a series of rapturous ripples across every inch of his nearly naked body, that terminated somewhere deep inside the base of his throbbing cock! Mewing moans of unadulterated pleasure, the young man writhed upon the bed, under the far more experienced man's talented touch. Once again, he was being presented with a pleasure he had never known before this evening, yet, just as with all of the other sensual delights that he'd been introduced to, this one was being snatched away as well.

For fuck's sake.

Going from moaning to groaning, as his frustrations mounted, Chris was quick to simmer down as he reminded himself of his place in this man's world. He was his honored guest and he was being offered a chance of a lifetime, not only in this moment, but in all of the ones they would hopefully be spending together in the months and, perhaps, even years to come. He had to be patient, he had to be kind, and he had to be willing to do whatever it took to keep this man happy.

His own happiness came second.

At least for now it most certainly did.

Allowing himself to be stripped completely naked, as naked as the day he was born - which he supposed was befitting, since this actually felt like some sort of rebirth for both himself and his career - Chris soon found himself being pinned in place by an equally naked Hugh. Laying together, skin to skin, without a shred of cloth or ounce of inhibition between them, the young star was actually starting to grow accustom to being in such a carnal, sweaty state with another man. It was starting to feel more appropriate, more natural.

Until it didn't.

Feeling Hugh's rigid length as it sat heavy between his still occasionally clenching cheeks, that he couldn't seem to stop from reflexively flexing against the man's slick dick, it suddenly dawned on him what their endgame was, which basically entailed his very tight 'end' and Hugh's engorged 'game' becoming one!

That...that's where this is headed, isn't it? he inwardly questioned now as he was once again repositioned so that...they...could...

Hugh.

Having lost sight of the man in full, Chris suddenly found himself enraptured once more by the stunning image of the muscular star who yet again loomed large, the stunning star who had chosen him, of all people, to play a part in his prolific world. How could he not give this man, this overly generous, influential individual everything he asked for and more? If he wanted to explore every inch of Chris' body, inside and out, who was he to deny him of such pleasures? He could be trusted to be careful as he dove to new depths with his stiff slickness. Couldn't he be? Surely he meant the younger star no harm. Didn't he?

But as he began to lube both of them up, began to work Chris' body into an unfamiliar - albeit comfortable - position with his legs in the air and his ass angled up, just so, the novice could feel those butterflies take flight at about the same moment he was instructed to loosen up, which he imagined Hugh meant not just mentally, but physically, as he...

"Fuck!" he suddenly cried out, before biting down on his lower lip, as his hands uncontrollably clawed at the comforter below him, gripping it with about the same strength his pucker was clamping down around the bulbous head of Hugh's huge cock that had just popped inside his ever-expanding hole! Gasping for air as the generous length just kept on sliding in, inch by veiny inch, Chris found himself unable to look away, unable to focus on anything beyond the expression of pure satisfaction that had instantly consumed Hugh's face as he got exactly what he had been lusting for all along!

This was it, this was the moment he'd been jockeying for since they hit the sheets, and it was now up to Chris to not only give himself over in full, but to satisfy this man in every way that he could think of, in every way that he could handle, to the best of his ability.

If he wanted to kiss as they fucked, they would kiss so deeply and with such passion, their lips would still be tingling for hours after. If he wanted to grope and grip and manhandle every part of his body, he would lean into every hungry touch as if it were their last. And if he wanted to slam his entire, pulsating length beyond the snug rim of his virginal pucker, until all of his thickness could be firmly felt from tip to base, deep inside, he would position and reposition his perky posterior so that the man could do exactly that, over and over, until he had his fill.

This, right here, was the main event, and Chris was certain that Hugh wouldn't be pulling out or away anytime soon.

Not if he played his part like the pro he was slowly becoming, inch by quivering inch.
 
Hugh fucked Chris, his humongous and increasingly throbbing erection plowing into the other man's hole as quickly and deeply as Hugh could send it, the older actor's muscular ass clenching with each powerful thrust. His hands groped around Chris's body, first on his shoulders, then down his strong arms, later on his abs and finally wrapped around his legs to keep them in place over his shoulders. Once the initial pain of being entered for the first time - and by such a large endowment - had subsided, Hugh could feel Chris's tight hole beginning to loosen up around him. It was still a snug fit - and likely always would be, given Chris's tight, muscular glutes and Hugh's huge cock - but the resistance had dissipated, and Hugh could feel himself being welcomed deeper and deeper into Chris, over and over again.

But it was more than that: the younger man was giving himself fully to his new master, as though any reservations or doubts he might have had earlier in the night had vanished entirely. When they kissed, it was with the passion of two long-lost lovers just reunited; Hugh could feel and taste the hunger on Chris's mouth, wordlessly begging for more of the older man's talented lips and tongue. When Hugh ran his hands this way and that along Chris's body, the other man leaned into the touch, making every inch of his gorgeously sculpted body available to Hugh whenever and however he wanted it. And when Hugh fucked Chris's hole, that delicious, tight hole - that increasingly greedy hole! - Hugh could feel Chris opened up to him completely, not just allowing him in, but urging him in as deep as he could go.

In short, Chris was giving himself to Hugh fully and completely, just as he was expected to. And that deserved a reward.

The tempo of their fucking never slowing down, Hugh reached over to where the bottle of lube was resting on the bed, pumping some of the clear liquid into his right hand. He reached down, wrapping the same, slick hand around Chris's erection and rubbing it up and down to the same rhythm as their fucking. Their mouths connected again, a deep and aggressive kiss that matched the ferocity of their love-making. The mattress had started moving with them, though the foundation of the bed remained stable on the floor, and the brown leather headboard would occasionally shake at a particularly hard thrust. Hugh might not be able to destroy the bed tonight, but he would definitely stretch Chris's insides wide open.

What felt like hours later, Hugh was finally near climax, having resisted it as long as he could to allow this moment to last for as long as possible. Their mouths separated, Hugh's forehead coming down onto Chris's, the sweat on both of their faces intermingling as the older actor huffed and puffed, straining his entire body to make these final thrusts the strongest yet. His cock was pulsating wildly inside of Chris, his balls aching with need as they continually slapped against the younger man's ass cheeks. "Fuuuuck," Hugh groaned loudly as the moment came: the first burst of his orgasm rocketed out of his cock, shooting a hot gush of his manly seed directly against Chris's prostate. Additional shots coated Chris's insides, the sheer volume of his load already threatening to spill out from Chris's loosened hole even as Hugh's climax continued. His hand never left Chris's cock, determined to bring the other man to release just as he was finishing inside of him. Hugh kept thrusting for a time, determined to milk out every last drop of cum that was inside of him and plant all of his seed inside of Chris, and to fully claim the younger actor as his own in this way.

Once they were both spent, and Hugh had given the entirety of his pent-up load to Chris, only then did Hugh's thrusting slow and ultimately stop. The older man was panting deeply, his entire body gleaming from a thin layer of sweat. He gave Chris one more kiss as his softening erection slowly and finally slipped out of Chris's hole. He flipped over to lay down on the bed beside the other man, his large chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath, a soft smile on his face as he looked up at the ceiling. He wouldn't condescend to compliment Chris on his 'performance,' though his satisfaction was surely obvious.

"It's late," he said instead, looking over at Chris laying beside him. "Leaving the hotel at this hour probably wouldn't be a good idea. Why don't you just stay here tonight." The tone of his voice, somewhat raspy from all of the groaning and grunting over the course of the evening, was somewhere between an invitation and an instruction. There was a change of clothes for Chris somewhere in the walk-in closet so he wouldn't be seen in his same suit - or what remained of it - the next morning, but Hugh didn't make mention of that now. His mind was already elsewhere, thinking about who he needed to call over the next few days and what connections he wanted to leverage - and what favors he wanted to call in - to get Chris on the next big project that made sense for him. While he wouldn't say it aloud, Chris had indeed performed exceptionally well tonight, and Hugh was happier possibly than he'd been in years. He was going to reward Chris just as handsomely, simultaneously making good on his promise and showing the younger actor just how powerful he was in this industry. Chris, and every part of his exceptional body, was going to belong to him for a long time.

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Whether it had been a week, or two, or even three since the night of the Golden Globes, Hugh couldn't be sure: his life had been a flurry of activity since then, as he supposed it always was, but with some important additions to his already hectic schedule. For the past several days, he'd been working many of his contacts in the industry to find the perfect, stand-out role for his new consort. He hadn't given Chris too many details yet - Hugh wasn't at all worried about his ability to deliver, but he didn't want to reveal anything before it was set in stone - but moves were being made and things were starting to take shape. All of this career-puppetry was time-consuming, though, more so than Hugh had remembered it being for his other boys, and so the hours and days and phone calls and meetings all seemed to blur together.

And then, of course, there was all of the time he had to make for Chris himself. Hugh was, frankly, smitten with the young actor - with his perfect body, with his obedient Golden Boy personality, and with knowing he was in control of the younger man and could make or break his career at will. Chris was currently living in LA and had finished filming for Scott Prilgrim vs. The World so was between projects, and so Hugh had opted to extend his stay in the City of Angels so he could take full advantage of those early days of a new courtship, when everything was new and exciting and sexy. He could scarcely keep his hands off of Chris, and he didn't have to.

But at some point - and largely thanks to James' reminders - it was time for Chris to move into Hugh's home in the West Village. Whatever conversations may have occurred between James and Chris following Hugh's morning-after confirmation with James that Chris was all in, the Australian was largely unaware, only informed that everything was proceeding smoothly and Chris was all set with the cross-country movers who would bring him and many of his belongings to New York. With a move-in day scheduled, Hugh decided he wanted to be there already when Chris arrived, to welcome him properly.

Now, Hugh was standing in the backyard of his West Village rowhouse, a cellphone held up to his ear as he paced slowly this way and that: there was plenty of seating available, but he was feeling a little too tense right now to stay in one place. The man was wearing a pair of khaki slacks and a grey sweater that did a decent job of keeping him warm in the New York winter. The high-walled patio provided enough privacy, but anyone with any reason to listen in would hear one end of a conversation already in progress.

"Listen, Priscilla," Hugh said, a puff of condensation escaping his mouth in the cold February air. "When have I ever steered you wrong on something like this?" He had a perfunctory smile on his face, as a reminder to himself to be patient with the person on the other end of the line. Hugh had known Priscilla John since she had cast him as Van Helsing about seven years ago, and while they got along quite well, she could be very stubborn and uptight when it came to her work as a casting director. She was definitely someone who had to be 'worked,' which was what Hugh had been doing for the better part of the past week.

"Have you seen Fantastic Four?" He asked, lifting his other hand to run through his black curls. "This isn't a high-risk hire." This wasn't the first time he'd brought this up, but it was true: while Chris could be considered a newcomer by some, he had a few pretty substantial credits under his belt already, including in a role not terribly dissimilar to the one they were discussing today. Hugh thought he should be a shoo-in. After a pause to listen, Hugh couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Well that's not his fault, Priscilla, he didn't write the thing," he muttered sardonically.

After another pause, Hugh suddenly laughed in disbelief. "John Krasinski? From The Office? Are you out of your mind?" The Australian shook his head, as though the Brit on the other end of the call would see it. "Come on, now. Chris Evans is made for this part, right? He has the look, he has the spirit, he embodies everything Americans think they are. When people see him on that poster, they're gonna believe it. Chris Evans is Captain America."

Hugh nodded at what he heard next, and when he spoke again his voice was calmer again. "Alright, alright. You 'think about it,' but I'm going to call you again next week, alright? This is an easy decision." He smiled; Priscilla was stubborn, but he was pretty sure now that he had broken her down, or would soon - and what woman in this world didn't want to hear from one of the most attractive and successful men on the planet, anyway?

The phone call ended shortly thereafter, and Hugh walked back inside, plopping himself down on one of the living room's white couches with a huff, content to just sit there silently for a moment. His eyes, which had been staring up at the bookshelves on the second floor, fell back to earth as James joined him in the living room. James would have already known, thanks to years of their having been together, that Hugh would want something to drink after such a call, and Hugh took the glass offered to him into one of his hands.

"You've got me working too hard," he said with a smile, as he took a sip from the glass with one hand, the other coming to rest on the back of the couch as James joined him on it. Hugh had only gotten in earlier that morning, and had spent much of the day on the phone, so this was the two men's first time together uninterrupted since the car ride after the Golden Globes.
 
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Moving Ryan in had been a piece of cake. The guy had shown up with a duffle bag full of clothes, a Wolverine plushy, and a toothbrush. Chris, however, was going to be a bit more of a challenge, and not because he himself was a handful - quite the contrary, he was very agreeable, almost too agreeable at times - but because he had somehow managed to convince the movers to use every square inch of the van he'd been provided. Informed that he would have a room of his own, a single room that was already fully furnished, James would once again have to work his magic to keep his master's household running like the Swiss clock he often and rather proudly proclaimed it to be.

"No. Put that there and take that piece to storage," he would have to tell the movers, more than once, as he directed them at the crack of dawn, which was when they had arrived, nearly twelve hours late. "And please be careful on the stairs," he would also remind them, at least a handful of times, as they jockeyed the larger pieces of furniture up and down the three flights, while a team of two used the elevator for all of the boxes, which, James certainly appreciated, were uniform in size and neatly labelled. "Guys, we have roughly four hours to get this all sorted," he would announce, around a quarter to five, mostly as a verbal reminder to himself.

And it better be sorted.

Priding himself on being able to pull off small miracles, today was certainly going to be one of those days where it was going to take everything in James' organizational arsenal to get the job done. After the movers, there was the grocery delivery, and after that sizable shipment, which he would have to sort and stock away himself, there would be the dry cleaning he'd have to handle, along with the maid service and the gardener, both of whom were only being brought in because of Ryan's absence. At some point in the middle of all of this, his master would arrive, at which time he would have to drop everything to get him settled in, but once he was, James would pick up right where he left off, until it was time to receive Chris, who should be arriving sometime in the afternoon.

Sure, it seemed like a lot for one man to handle, but he did so willingly, without a single complaint, because of whom he was doing it all for.

Hugh, he now thought, with a smile, as he caught sight of the handsome, hard-working man through one of the dining room's double-doors that connected the main house to their enclosed yard. It's so good to have you home, was his very next thought, as he entered the kitchen with the intent of making his master something warm to drink.

Perhaps with a dash of liquor to take the edge off?

He'd been on the phone since he arrived, and he'd been outside in the cold for nearly half of that time. Clearly whatever it was that he was working on required his full and immediate attention, but that didn't stop James from secretly hoping that he would wrap it up soon so that they could spend some quality time together before Chris arrived. With most of his own tasks either completed or well under control, he found himself with just about an hour to kill, an hour that could be spent with the man he loved, and only him, if fate would allow it.

Bingo.

As if hearing his very thoughts, the next thing James knew he was cozying up with Hugh on the sofa, only after serving him his drink and removing his shoes, which he swiftly replaced with his house slippers. Dressed casually himself, in a navy-blue, cashmere sweater and a pair of khaki slacks that nearly matched Hugh's own, James found it easy to snuggle up next to his lover, but only after he nimbly removed the man's cell from his long reach, placing it on the far end of the coffee table for good measure.

"I'm a slave driver, huh?" he then replied, as he leaned back in so that their fit forms could comfortably collide once more. "If that were the case, I would've had your flight arrive five hours earlier so that you could've been here to meet the movers, while I slept in," he mused, before leaning in closer still, so that their faces were now a mere inch or two apart. "You, uh, did miss out on some nice eye-candy, by the way," he then playfully remarked, with a naughty look in his eyes, before connecting his lips with Hugh's, at first gently, almost teasingly so, but then far more passionately, not but a heartbeat later, as his longing to be with his lover overtook his every move.
 
Though Hugh had been at the house for a period of hours by now, he didn't truly feel that he was home until he felt James' body against his for the first time. He sighed, the weight of all his recent engineering and a feeling of tension that he didn't realize he'd been carrying leaving his body at once. He didn't even put up a fight when James slyly moved his cellphone out of his reach. Finally able to rest for the first time in what seemed like weeks or even months, Hugh now felt truly content.

James really was his rock. It wasn't just that the younger man managed his schedule and kept his days moving. James gave him emotional support in a way nobody else could, provided him with things nobody else could even know he wanted, and could talk to him about things nobody else could find out about. James knew more about Hugh than nearly anyone else - and in some respects, he knew even more. It had been over a decade now since the two of them had met while filming X-Men - Hugh a dashing young 32-year-old, James not even 28 yet - and if there was anyone else on this earth that Hugh loved and cared about more than his own wife and kids, it was the man now snuggled up against him on their couch in the West Village.

When they had first gotten together, it was in a lot of ways similar to the past few weeks with Chris: the two young lovers had been nearly inseparable, their youthful sex drives colliding again and again during principal photography and for long after. But so had their minds: there was something about James, and the way he saw the world, that made sense to Hugh, and made Hugh want to keep him by his side. Hugh, still young by the old guard's standards and with no business having a harem of his own, didn't think of James as any kind of dependent, but even back then had a natural, instinctive urge to help James achieve stardom even as he was achieving it for himself - to provide for James even before his own foundation was rock-solid. While the X-Men franchise had kept them both busy for a few years, it was Hugh who had used his contacts in the world of musical theatre to get James roles in Disney's Enchanted and the film adaptation of Hairspray. And while both men's careers were taking off, and as both maintained their own personal lives with wives of their own, their love for one another only grew and grew.

Nearly 11 years later, Hugh and James still spoke every single day, even when they were hundreds of miles apart. It didn't matter if Hugh was in Melbourne, or James was in Nashville, or any other city on the planet: they always found time for each other, even if it was just a quick check-in. In a world - and especially an industry - that was filled with short-lived affairs and frivolous playthings, James was one of Hugh's true loves, something very few other actors would ever be able to aspire to. Over the past few weeks, though, their conversations had been mostly logistical in nature, and mostly about Chris and his transition into Hugh's newly growing harem.

But this moment in which they now found themselves was very much their own time: Hugh knew James had everything taken care of, large as Chris's cross-country move and small as Hugh's footwear, and he didn't need to dwell on any of that now. He chuckled as James threatened to wake him up earlier next time; Hugh obviously appreciated everything the younger actor did on his behalf, and he believed he did a good job of showing that appreciation. Of course, now that James was focused less on his own career than he used to be, it was a bit harder for Hugh to show that appreciation in the way he was used to.

But physical affection was something he was good at, and something he could offer James in spades. A lesser man would find it impossible to keep two young, virile men - let alone three, if Ryan was in the picture! - happy, but Hugh had the sex drive of ten, and the fact that he'd been fucking Chris nearly every day for the better part of a month now had no bearing on his ability to give James the very best of himself, as well.

Hugh chuckled again at the mention of eye candy, as James closed the distance between them and their mouths connected. "What are you talking about?" He said with a wicked smile on his face. "My eye candy's right here, I didn't miss anything." Indeed, though it had been a decade, James was every bit as gorgeous as the day they'd met, perhaps even more so: his boyish good looks had aged up into the ruggedly handsome man who now sat beside him, easily one of the most attractive, and yet unassuming, men in Hollywood. Hugh didn't know how he'd gotten so lucky, but he wasn't going to question it now.

With that said, the Australian was content to their lips and tongues speak for themselves now, which they did with the appropriate hunger of two lovers who had been apart for too long. Hugh's tongue pushed through James' lips, exploring the mouth he didn't realize just how much he'd missed until he was in it again. One of his hands came up to James' cheek, the other moving to place the cup he'd been holding down on the coffee table - their mouths, of course, never parting even as he shifted his body to do so. That done, the same hand came down on James's shoulder before moving downward onto his forearm.

Eventually, their lips did part, and while James caught his breath Hugh busied himself placing kisses on the younger man's chin, up his jaw line, and onto his ear - where he lingered for a time, his lips and tongue working together to activate every nerve and nerve ending of James' erogenous zone. After a time, Hugh stopped even that, placing his forehead against the side of James' head, taking a moment to simply enjoy the scent of James' shampoo and exhale warm air into James' ear.

"You work hard," he said, as though referring back to James' joke from earlier. "When Chris is moved in, teach him everything so you can relax." This was already understood - Chris, as the newest consort, would be responsible for the most menial of chores and errands which Ryan currently handled (and James handled in Ryan's absence) - but Hugh nevertheless wanted James to hear it again. James had been in his service for so long that some of these tasks were simply below him, but fell on him when nobody else was around to do them: once Hugh's harem had expanded more substantially - a goal James had for longer but that Hugh had more recently come around to - James would scarcely have to worry about those things again.

Their lips eventually connected again, as deeply and passionately as they had moments before. Hugh gently pushed James over so that the younger actor was laying down on the couch, Hugh kneeling over him. As they continued making out, his hands roamed over James' body, though he made no moves yet to remove any clothing: that was certainly a near-term goal, but Hugh felt no sense of urgency. This was their time to enjoy while they had it, and Chris - who, for the first time in weeks, wasn't currently on Hugh's mind - wasn't expected until later.
 
Rarely one to question his master's wishes, James knew that he would do as he was told, but it would be in his way, on his terms, and in a time frame he knew would work well for everyone.

And not a moment before, or in any other way.

While he could certainly appreciate another set of helping hands, especially with Ryan being so far away, he knew all too well that he would not only miss playing such an integral part in managing the everyday affairs of the household, but that Hugh would want his newest conquest readily available. James certainly wouldn't want to put Chris in the awkward position of having to decline his new master because he had to 'sort the lights from the darks' before doing four loads of laundry or because he had to 're-alphabetize the spice rack' that had become an unorganized mess. His involvement in such menial but necessary tasks would come in time, but not while the two were in the honeymoon phase of their relationship.

Granted, during moments like this, James himself felt newly in love, even after all of their years together.

Refocusing all of his energy on pleasing his master, instead of mentally multitasking as he so often did - and was about to do - the younger heartthrob made a series of subtle moves that took him from being prone beneath Hugh to on equal footing to down upon his knees between his master's legs. With the skill of a far more experienced man - at least compared to Chris - he nimbly undid Hugh's belt, snap, and zipper with one hand as his other purposefully massaged the thickening mound he had come to know as intimately as his own.

That's it. Give yourself over to me. Let me take you for the ride you know you need and deserve.

With decades of intimate moments shared, both of the hasty and heartfelt nature, James knew exactly what it took to get his master hard and to keep him that way. In this moment, on this particular occasion, he also knew that the man was on the verge of burning himself out, since he had, quite literally, been burning the midnight oil and burning his wick on both ends for several weeks now. Even the Sexiest Man Alive needed time to recharge - not that he would actually ever openly admit to such a thing - so instead of allowing him to overexert himself, James got to work on taking the bull-headed man by his singular, thick horn, which he had already managed to free from both his slacks and shorts.

There we go. Just sit back, relax, and let me do all the work.

Grasping the generous length that he had skillfully worked into a throbbing frenzy, James brought his full lips to its fat, weeping head and lavished it with kisses. Savoring the feel of the spongy knob as it pressed against the firm surface of his spit-slick lips, it was the musky scent that drove him to part those lips so he could also taste his master's flesh with the very tip of his tongue. Releasing an appreciative moan from the depths of his hungry throat, as he drew his pre-coated tongue back inside his moist mouth, James wasted no time in returning his talented tongue to that already slippery slit that would soon be spilling his master's seed before too long.

While Hugh was undeniably an ass man, through and through, James was all about the oral pleasures, and it certainly showed in the care that he took with handling his master's prominent prick with both his hands and his mouth. The only thing he handled with greater care was Hugh's plump balls, which he would be bathing before too long. For now, however, he was all about servicing the shaft that had grown even more rigid as he drew it slowly, inch by thick inch, into his warm mouth.
 
Hugh was undeniably hungry for James, in a way he hadn't really appreciated until they were on top of each other. Each of his lovers, he had learned, was different, with their own unique touch, scent, and taste; their own preferences, their own methods of making Hugh feel good in ways that the other men couldn't. But James knew him the best: he was an expert in all things Hugh, in and out of the bedroom, but especially in. When he was with James, Hugh was in good hands - skilled hands, talented hands. Hands that could awaken his deepest desires, his carnal lust for his longest-serving lover.

Hugh wasn't in a rush, though, content simply to reacquaint himself with every part of James' mouth for now, since he expected they had several hours together until Chris arrived. James evidently had other ideas, though, and Hugh was happy to play along. In fact, it was decidedly his pleasure to.

James adeptly navigated his way around the couch and Hugh's body, and Hugh found himself once again in an upright seated position as the younger man was lowering himself to his knees between Hugh's legs. The Australian's erection, which had already been growing from their deep kiss, grew larger still thanks to the other man's hand rubbing it through his pants. The brunet's eyelids fluttered shut, and he let out a groan as his manhood became quickly exposed to the cool air of the living room, several drops of precum already coating its head. James really did have that effect on him, so easily and so quickly.

With James more or less in control of the situation - as the younger actor seemed to like to be - Hugh only needed to lean back into the couch and enjoy the ride. One of his hands found its way to the top of James' head as he felt the other man' tongue brush against the tip of his cock, doubtlessly licking up the puddle of precum that had pooled there. Hugh felt each individual kiss James placed on his head, each sending a chill further up his spine. His fingers gently combed through James' neatly kept hair, simultaneously expressing affection and beckoning him forward, to take all of Hugh into his warm, wet mouth.

But James needed no invitation: he knew what Hugh wanted and exactly how to give it to him, and it wasn't long before the head of Hugh's cock was pushing past the Enchanted actor's plush lips, his shaft following behind it. Inch by inch, his large erection disappeared inside of James' mouth, and the older man inhaled sharply when he felt James' nose touch his pubic area. The large muscles in his thighs tensed involuntarily, a wave of pleasure flowing through his body as he felt himself completely inside of his lover for the first time in - he couldn't remember how long. But the past didn't matter, nor could thoughts of it stay on Hugh's mind for very long when James was so proficiently working his cock.

Hugh's second hand found James' head as well, and with one hand on either side of it, he gently but assertively guided his consort's face up and down on his hard, throbbing, and increasingly wet shaft. James didn't need the lesson, nor did Hugh mean to teach him anything: but Hugh liked to have power, and he liked to play an active role in the pleasure any of his lovers provided to him. To simply sit back and be serviced was not in Hugh's blood: he was a master by nature, and just as James liked to be in charge of managing the household, so too did Hugh like to be in charge of his boys.

As good as James was at sucking him off, he was just as good - or perhaps even better - at pleasuring his balls. The two large orbs of Hugh's manhood were similarly freed from their fabric confines, and Hugh shuddered as he felt James' tongue lash around each of them. He sat up rigidly when he felt the first of his balls being sucked into James' eager mouth, desperate to get his body as close to his lover's as he could. "Dear God..." he breathed, as he felt his left testicle being maneuvered around dexterously inside of James' oral cavity: this was simply not something Chris knew how to do, and so Hugh hadn't enjoyed a sensation quite like this in at least a month. After the left had been sufficiently serviced, the right one was next, and Hugh was practically writhing under James' touch, his right hand leaving James' head and falling back onto the couch, gripping the edge of the cushion as though he needed to hold onto something sturdier for support.

Once James was done licking, sucking, kissing - and occasionally nipping at - Hugh's balls, the older man could feel the younger's tongue trace a single, thick line of saliva from the base of his balls up the front of his shaft. The Australian's eyes rolled to the back of his head as every single nerve ending in his crotch cried out for release. His cock was pulsating wildly, his balls tightening in advance of what was surely to be a gusher of a cumshot. But no - as much as Hugh enjoyed oral sex, and as excellent as James was at providing it, a simple blowjob was a terrible waste of such a load. Hugh's seed belonged deep inside of James, and that was exactly where he wanted to plant it.

And so, instead of allowing James to get back to work sucking him off, Hugh lifted the younger man's chin up with one of his hands, leaning over his consort with a desirous look in his hazel eyes. "Fuck," he said simply, their mouths crashing together. Hugh could smell and taste his own crotch on James' breath and lips, sending him even further into a lustful rage. "I want you," he practically growled, before planting another firm, passionate kiss on James' mouth. "Now."

When Hugh wanted something, he got it, and so James would soon find himself leaning over the couch, knees on the cushions and ass in the air, though still housed within his crisply ironed khaki pants. That would change soon, though. Hugh stood behind him, letting the full girth of his cock slap down onto James' clothed backside, as though to remind his lover of the full enormity of what he'd been missing. He leaned over James, hands wrapping around his waist to make quick - though not as agile - work of his belt buckle, button, and zipper as James had of Hugh's several minutes earlier. He took the opportunity to place a few kisses on the back of James' head and neck, though his mind was obviously on the other end of his consort's body.

Once everything was unfastened, Hugh stood up straight again, placing his hands on either side of James' waist. He gripped the waistband of his lover's pants, with every intention of yanking them and his underwear down in one movement - and whether the seams of either garment would survive such an aggressive action, Hugh couldn't be held responsible.
 
As soon as Hugh uttered those three little words, James knew where this was headed and, in particular, where he was headed.

A minute more and he was kneeling on the sofa with Hugh coming at him from behind. By doing this, by repositioning him with such purpose and relative ease - since James wasn't one to ever fight back, no matter how much he himself wanted something else - his master was essentially taking back the control he craved by putting his boy in his rightful place. With his ass in the air, he would soon find himself stuffed with his master's throbbing, pre-leaking cock; however, before that, there would be the teasing, and the taunting, and the placement of reassuring kisses along the back of his neck, which James did indeed enjoy immensely.

Hugh certainly knew how to handle him like a pro, much better than the clothes that he currently wore.

Feeling his master's masculine hands tugging and yanking on his belt, as he tried to work it undone, James was certain that he heard the stitches snap on a loop or two of his khakis. Then the forceful fumbling came with the snap, which not only came undone, but came off, just like that. It would be discovered, days later, among the cushions of the sofa. The zipper was the last casualty, being worked open so quickly, so carelessly, by the time the tab was yanked halfway down, it simply gave way, teeth pulling away from teeth with reckless abandon, never to meet again.

When Hugh wanted something badly enough, there was nothing that was going to get between him and it. Nothing.

Bracing himself for the final act of having his slacks and shorts forcibly removed, because at this point his master was so hungry, so fucking horny for his ass, his every move was coming at James full force with reckless abandon, it came as no surprise that the very next sounds that he heard, between his own gasping and his master's deep-throated grunting, was that of cloth being torn apart!

Instead of sliding down his legs in a smooth and measured motion, his slacks were coming undone at the seams, mostly in the rear, starting at the top, in the center of his waistband, but then swiftly straight down the stitched line that had been sitting snug between his shapely cheeks. With his belt still sitting inside several of the loops that hadn't come undone, the split slacks actually pooled around his thighs, once they were shoved down, instead of falling away to each side. As for his boxer briefs that sat just beneath the slacks, they too had come undone along the way, being split and shredded as if they were made of tissue paper.

Again, when the muscular man was hungry for something, he certainly wasn't against using his brute strength to get his way.

Feeling the air on his now fully exposed ass, James not only wiggled it, like the tease he knew he could be, but he flexed and then relaxed his glutes, just before he brought one of his hands back, so that he could pull the firm cheeks apart. Once exposed, he proceeded to wink his pink pucker that he kept neat as a pin and fresh as a daisy, just as his master preferred it to be. Expecting to be instantly assaulted by either his master's mouth or manhood, or, well, both in quick succession, James suddenly found himself at a loss for why neither was happening.

A single glance over his shoulder was all it took to understand the delayed response.

"I...uh, I can come back later," the newest consort remarked, as he now stood - hours early - on the border between the kitchen and living room, with a potted plant in one arm and a leather duffle held in the other. "I...I did announce my arrival," he then shared, as his bright-blue eyes darted around the room, trying his best not to look directly as James' exposed ass or Hugh's twitching, leaking hardon, "but, well, I guess you didn't hear me."

How could we have? James thought, with a smirk, as he recalled all of the grunting and gasping that had filled the vaulted room just seconds before.

"I...I'm gonna go," he then quickly remarked, as he began to back out of the room. "I'll come back in an hour...or...or maybe two?" he started to ramble, awkwardly so, probably feeling the fool for not knowing the distinct sounds of sex as well as he should. Why else would he be so red in the face? It was charming, really, and it gave James some much needed insight into why his master - no, their master - had fallen for him so fast and so hard.

Given time, he would probably feel the same way.
 
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Hugh looked down at his own handiwork as his hands tore away James' clothes, making such easy work of the expertly-crafted fabrics. Every muscle in his arms flexed as he tore apart and then yanked down the clothing, several grunts escaping his throat as he did so. It wasn't long before he was gazing down at James' bare ass, perfectly kept as usual, the Australian subconsciously licking his lips at the sight of the prize before him.

James teased him with those delicious looking globes of flesh, and Hugh rewarded the young man's efforts with a prompt spank on his right ass cheek, his fingers digging briefly into the flesh to remind himself of what his longest-serving lover's butt felt like. He lifted his cock up and allowed it to crash-land on the small of James' back, tracing a line down James' crack to his puckering hole which was so clearly beckoning him forward. He only teased the hole with the head of his cock for a moment, though, before deciding he couldn't wait any longer: he needed to be inside of James, yesterday.

It was when he turned towards the coffee table to grab the small bottle of lubricant that was always stashed away among the piles of books, that he saw Chris standing there, arms full of luggage and face full of embarrassment.

"Chris!" Hugh exclaimed, pulling himself away from James immediately upon catching sight of the younger man, his large erection still very visible. Though the older actor was startled and a bit flustered about Chris walking in on him with someone else, he also decided right away that the load he was initially planning to give to James was now earmarked for Chris. Chris was the new thing, the shiny object that consumed all of Hugh's attention: now that he was here, Hugh couldn't imagine himself with anyone else. It wasn't that he didn't love or lust for James, since he absolutely did: but he and the rising star were very much in a honeymoon period, and Hugh couldn't get enough of his new protégé. James would surely understand: this was what he wanted, after all.

As the younger man stammered his way through another few sentences, Hugh turned away briefly to stuff his still-hard and oozing cock back into his pants as best he could, zipping them up neatly. There was a very prominent bulge in his pants, but that would disappear soon enough, only to reappear the next time he and Chris were alone.

"No, no, you don't need to leave," he said with a chuckle as he moved towards Chris, one of his hands extended as though to make sure he wouldn't make a run for it; this also served to pull attention from James, who was still in an extremely compromising position on the couch. If only Hugh knew how frequent these sorts of sights would be to the various young men who would come to occupy his harem over the next few years!

But even with the expression of surprise still on Hugh’s face, it was clear his eyes had lit up on seeing his newest lover - not that they were dull around James, but after spending so much time together, even the few days that he'd been without Chris felt like too long. "We were just having some fun while waiting for you," he explained with a smile. So long as Chris was still new to the harem and wasn't used to sharing his new master with others, Hugh wanted to make sure he didn't feel any discomfort.

As he approached the youngest of the three men, Hugh instinctively grabbed his precious phone off of the coffee table where James had placed it, tucking it away into his pocket for safe-keeping. In a way, it was almost as though the intimate moment he'd just been sharing with James had been some sort of fever dream from which he'd now awoken - and how could he be without his phone, the one device he needed more than almost anything else to make good on his promise to make all of Chris's dreams come true?

"Here," Hugh said, taking the plant out of Chris's arm and putting it down on the coffee table. "James, why don't you find someplace nice for that?" He asked over his shoulder, assuming that his lover had pulled up his own pants by now (and not really thinking about the fact that said pants had been all but destroyed only moments ago). While both men were still here, Hugh would have to navigate making sure both received an appropriate amount of attention - something he had some practice with in the past since he was already with both James and Ryan, but those two were practically like family by now.

"How was your trip?" He asked, speaking to Chris again. "We'll give you the grand tour soon - but first, I'm sure you're tired from traveling all morning. James, can you get him something to drink?" Hugh wouldn't normally ask James to serve another one of his consorts - and the newest one, at that - but realistically, Chris wouldn't know his way around the kitchen yet. He'd learn that, and much more, soon enough.

Hugh led Chris over to one of the living room couches - decidedly not the couch he and James had just been getting frisky on - letting him hold onto his duffel bag for now, assuming it just had a change of clothes and some toiletries in it. He sat the both of them down, close as they'd gotten used to being, one of Hugh's larger hands lingering on Chris's smaller, albeit still strong in its own right, one.

Hugh grinned as he leaned towards Chris, speaking in a hushed tone now. "Who said you could be away from me for so long, huh?" He asked, the words just meant for Chris to hear while James was busy in the kitchen; the smirk on his face showed he was only teasing. "I've been pulling a lot of strings for you; big things are coming your way, and soon." Part of Hugh liked to brag about his connections and his power in the industry - but he also wanted Chris to know that, as available as Chris had been making himself to his new master over the past few weeks, Hugh was working just as hard to uphold his end of the bargain. "Now, how are we going to make up for lost time?"
 
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Driving cross-country hadn't initially been in Chris' plans when he had agreed to move to New York, but after speaking with James and, well, his brother Scott - whom he told, perhaps, a bit too much to - it was decided that the four-day trip would probably do him good. It would allow him to put a little distance between himself and Hugh, which would then afford him the opportunity to think clearly, to really decide if this was the right move for him, instead of simply allowing himself to get swept up in this new relationship.

This new way of life.

Because that's what this was, wasn't it? It wasn't simply some small change he was making here. This was life altering stuff. Not only was he moving in with another man - which wasn't something he'd seen coming - but he was now going to live with several men, several well-known men, who...who all shared a bed? That...that was what had been implied, during the few serious conversations he and Hugh had had about the arrangement, when, you know, they weren't making out or, well, fucking like two rabbits in heat, two teenage rabbits on steroids, that is.

It had indeed been a whirlwind two weeks, but with each day that passed, with each intimate moment he and Hugh got to share, Chris couldn't see himself wanting anything less, nor anything different.

If anything, he wanted only more.

After that first passionate night, after taking Hugh's generous length deep inside his virginal ass, relentlessly so, until he spewed his copious, creamy load all over the quivering walls of his warm cavity, Chris had certainly, without a doubt, had his mind blown and his world shook to its very core. Why else had he ejaculated in return like a machine gun, feverishly shooting out rope after generous rope of seed, in quick succession, which had struck Hugh's sweat-slick, sculpted torso with enough force that it exploded upon impact, only to rain down upon Chris' bucking body in a way that seemed almost ludicrous and, well, hyper-surreal? However, days later, even after having spent several more times in nearly the exact same position, with nearly the exact same sensational results, Chris had come to the realization that there was nothing insane or bizarre about what was happening here, it truly was his new reality, one that felt not only ridiculously, euphorically good - which was putting it mildly - but right.

It felt right.

But that didn't mean he shouldn't take the time to really give this the serious thought it deserved. Yet, as the miles became fewer and fewer, and the prospects of being with Hugh became greater, Chris found himself on the third day of his reflective journey wanting to drive straight on through the night so that he could be with him once more, not just in the sexual sense, but, perhaps, something deeper? Was that going to be possible for them? Was that even something that Hugh would even want? Would it complicate things, by adding an emotional element to the mix? It was truly hard to tell, this early on in the relationship, but Chris was willing to give it the time and effort needed to perhaps get them to that next level. He couldn't see this being just about the sex.

But, then again, maybe it was.

Standing on the threshold between the kitchen and living room, inside the lovely, private rowhouse he would now be calling home, Chris felt these confusing waves of mixed emotions wash over him as he stood staring at Hugh with another man. But it wasn't just any other man. Oh no. There was James, thee James Marsden, bent over the sofa, with his perky ass in the air, just like he himself had been a few days before, but on the other side of the country.

Feeling foolish for not being aware enough to distinguish the distinct sounds of sex coming from the room, well in advance of stepping into it, Chris also began to feel a little bit stupid for thinking - or was he just hoping? - that there could be something more meaningful to be had here. From what he could tell, in this very moment, this was all about the physical and less about the emotional. Although, was it really fair for him to judge the whole arrangement, his very future, on just this one moment, which he hadn't been meant to see? Surely he needed to give this time to unfold, time to understand the nuances better, but, more importantly, he needed to give these two men the time they needed, and deserved, seeing that they had been apart from one another for several weeks now.

But Hugh wasn't having any of that.

No, Hugh was on him like flies to honey, leaving James in the dust, which only confused him even more so. Was it really that easy for him to switch gears, to go from being on the verge of fucking his decades-old flame to fawning all over the new kid in town in under thirty seconds? Would he do the same to him at some point, when the luster was gone, and he had moved on to his next conquest? However, as the larger-than-life man slipped inside his personal space, and began to handle him as he had done a number of times before, bringing with him his alluring, masculine scent and strong body heat, Chris found himself unable to retain such thought-provoking concerns for very long.

This was all new to him. He simply had to adapt. Especially if he wanted to keep Hugh happy, which he did, but, well, not at the expense of others. Although, James didn't seem to mind in the least, which made him feel slightly better as they moved over to an adjoining sofa, while the half-naked man busied himself with not only wrapping his lower half in an apron he had materialized as if with magic - the same magic he clearly used to dispose of his tattered slacks and shorts - but got to mixing them all some much needed drinks, that he appeared to be spiking with just enough alcohol to sooth any potentially frayed nerves.

"The...the trip was good, but it would've been better with you," he finally replied to Hugh's initial question, that he had nearly missed since he had been watching James scramble off without a single word spoken. "I know. It has been too long," was his follow up, as he remained seated as he was, rather formally, while Hugh began to press deeper into his personal space, bringing even more of his intoxicating scent with him; however, the next thing he knew he was kissing Hugh, and not because he had just informed him that something big was coming, nor because he had essentially opened the door with his playful inquiry, but because it was what Chris had wanted to do for days now!

Pushing aside whatever fears or doubts he may have had, along with whatever inhibitions he could've had about there being another man in the very next room, the young star devoured the man's mouth in full, connecting their lips so swiftly, so firmly, he probably would've knocked Hugh back had his greedy hands not taken to gripping the front of his sweater. A few seconds more and his tongue was inside, slapping against teeth and flexing tongue, but savoring the taste along the way.

He couldn't help himself. He needed this man more than anything, and he was willing to take the risk of emotional ruin if it meant having him, all of him, in his life.
 
Chris's assertion that his trip would have been better if Hugh had been there with him brought a smile to Hugh's face. "I feel the same way," he replied. For his own part, Hugh had been counting down the hours until Chris would arrive, or at least when he thought he would. It was a bit unfortunate that he'd shown up early, to the extent that it had caused any awkwardness or discomfort - but what was done was done, and now that he was here, Hugh wanted Chris to know he had his attention. While it might have seemed that he was simply pushing James aside in favor of his 'new favorite' - and Hugh would have to admit there was a certain element of that - the Cyclops actor knew that these were still the previous first weeks of his new arrangement with Chris, which still needed to be made rock-solid for it to last long-term. There would still be plenty of nights that Hugh and James could share together, at a later date.

While he wasn't necessarily aware of any insecurities Chris was feeling about their budding relationship, such as it was, the Australian did know it must have been somewhat shocking to walk in and find Hugh going at it with one of his other lovers. These sorts of situations would become unavoidable at some point, but still, Hugh wouldn't want Chris thinking he was something temporary, to be used and discarded. There was no denying that part of their relationship - perhaps the lion's share of it - was transactional; Hugh was going to bring Chris to the top of stardom, and in return Chris was going to give all of himself to his new master. But just like he had a tremendous amount of love for James and Ryan, so too were those feelings already developing with Chris. It would be simply unhuman for them not to. And while Hugh never once questioned his decision to bring Chris into his harem since that first night they shared together at the Waldorf, it never felt more right than in this very moment, as they sat there together on the couch, Chris having finally arrived at his new home they'd share (occasionally) with each other, one of Hugh's hands on Chris's, which he gave a gentle squeeze.

The answer to his next question took Hugh by surprise: it was an aggressive kiss, one that sought to make up for all of the kisses they hadn't shared over the past three days, and the sheer force of it almost sent Hugh into the back cushions of the couch, if not for Chris's hands now gripping his sweater, keeping him close. Hugh was, of course, all too happy to oblige Chris's needy mouth, as he parted his own lips to allow Chris's tongue entrance. As their tongues became reacquainted with one another, one of Hugh's large hands came to rest on the side of Chris's head, keeping it as close to his own as possible, his other hand coming to rest on the shoulder of Chris's checkered button-up shirt. However forcefully Chris pushed his mouth against Hugh's, Hugh pressed just as eagerly back, a soft moan escaping his throat that may or may not have been heard from the kitchen, and the erection in his pants that had only just started to soften already springing back to attention.

By the time James had walked back into the living room with their drinks, Hugh had already decided he wanted - needed - to be alone with Chris for the next few hours.

Pulling away from their kiss, Hugh's eyes never left his new lover's even as he addressed the third man in the room. "Well, it's Chris's first night here, so we should celebrate," he decided. "James, can you make sure the bar is well-stocked? And check on the grocery delivery for tonight - no actually, get us a reservation at Per Se. Better yet, have them bring it here." He grinned; he had a feeling that when he was done with Chris, they'd both be too tired to go anywhere for a while. Having a nice meal at home - catered by one of the city's most extraordinary restaurants, no less - would be a perfect way to close out their first official day with Chris in the harem.

Of course, Chris would soon learn to handle all of these tasks and many more - in time; but he was new still, and Hugh wanted to welcome him properly. Both Hugh and James had made their expectations of Chris's contributions to the household clear over the past few weeks, but Hugh saw no need to throw Chris into the deep end now. Besides, many of these tasks, while they needed to be done, were designed to provide James with an excuse to go elsewhere for a little while.

James hadn't even completely left the living room before Hugh and Chris were going at it again, their kiss somehow even more passionate than before, the feeling of their finally being alone together for the first time in three days having sunk in. It was Hugh's turn to be the forceful one, though, as he leaned over Chris, pushing the younger man down to a lying position on the couch, with Hugh straddling him. They continued making out for several more minutes, Hugh's hands wandering all over Chris's body as they did so, his mouth occasionally leaving Chris's to plant kisses on his chin, cheek, jawline, and ear, but always returning to those beautiful soft lips that were already familiar to him, but still so enticing.

After a time, Hugh sat up, his powerful chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. "We have the whole house to ourselves," he said, "I think we can find a more comfortable place than this." With a wink, he stood up, taking Chris's hand into his own and helping the rising star off the couch. "So why don't I show you to your room, and then you can show me how much you really missed me." As he led Chris out of the living room, Hugh was sure to grab the bottle of lubricant from the coffee table and tuck it into his other pocket, just in case James hadn't though to put any in Chris's room prior to his arrival.

While they could have taken the elevator up, Hugh opted for them to take the stairs so he could briefly give Chris a tour of all the other rooms; a more extensive tour would come later, when James was showing Chris his many new obligations in the house, so for now Hugh was really just showing off the space. The three flights of stairs also gave them many opportunities to pause to continue making out along the way, with Hugh finding himself rather prone to distraction thanks to his newest acquisition.

Eventually they did make it up to the fourth floor, and Hugh showed Chris to what had previously been the guest bedroom but was now Chris's; he'd have it to himself, for now, but Hugh and James were already making machinations to bring yet another young man into the harem, so Chris likely wouldn't have it to himself for very long. The movers were long gone, and so Chris would recognize much of what was in there (largely thanks to James' careful direction), though not necessarily organized to his liking.

By the time they'd walked into the bedroom, both men's lips were pink and puffy from all of the heavy kissing they'd done all over the house. At some point on a lower level of the house, Hugh's sweater and both men's shirts had been discarded, which James or whoever was doing the chores would discover later. And Hugh was just getting started: he was determined to make up for lost time, and he fully intended to 'christen' Chris's bed right away.

"So, this will be home while you're here," he said, not bothering to close the door as the two men entered - they had no need for privacy. "James will show you everything else you need to know, but that can wait." What couldn't wait, though, was for Hugh's lips to return to Chris's, which they did, even as Hugh's hands found the top of Chris's pants and began undoing them. The Fantastic Four actor's pants fell to the floor, and not long after, his underwear joined them there.

With Chris now completely naked, and Hugh shirtless, the older man pushed the younger down onto the bed, with Hugh leaning down over him. Only then did his mouth finally leave Chris's, and Hugh planted firm kisses down his neck, over his chest - stopping long enough to tease one of the boy's nipples with his tongue and teeth - and down his abs. With his face now arriving exactly where he wanted it to be - between Chris's meaty thighs - Hugh took the other actor's erection into one of his hands, pumping it up and down a few times. "I missed you..." he said lowly with a chuckle, and it wasn't clear whether he was talking to all of Chris, or just to this particular part of him; either way, it was only a moment later that the entire length of Chris's shaft had disappeared inside of Hugh's mouth.
 
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Chris could've felt bad, no, he probably should've felt bad for having James sent away on his behalf, so soon after his arrival, but truth be told, he was actually thrilled to see him go, since that meant he would have Hugh all to himself!

Returning every deep kiss, every greedy grope, every frenzied fondle with one of his own, the young man felt more alive - and, well, far more aroused - than he had in the last three or four days on his own. Had he made attempts to rekindle such feelings on his own with his spit-slick hand stroking his stiffness to completion as nothing but thoughts of Hugh rolled around in his head? Yes, yes he had, on four different occasions, as a matter of fact, but such efforts paled in comparison to the real thing. There was nothing quite like having the man's muscular torso crashing against his own, nothing like the feel of his masculine hands or the smell of his warm breath, as well as his heady musk, which hit all the right arousing notes.

House? What house?

Chris truly tried his best to be a good boy and to pay close attention to what the captivating man was saying, as he casually showed him around his new home, floor by impressive floor, but all he could think about was getting out of his clothes, getting both of them out of their clothes, so that their naked bodies could crash together and become one, in as many creative ways as they could imagine! He wanted to suck on Hugh's massive stick and bathe his beautiful balls. He wanted to have his own ass fingered and then royally fucked. However, most importantly, he wanted to be seeded, deep, just as he had been during their first night together.

Seeded.

Now there was a new term he hadn't quite known just a few weeks ago, but now that he knew all about - thanks to his brother Scott and, well, a Google search or two - he couldn't imagine living any other way. It was the most intimate of gestures between two men, not the degrading act he had initially thought it to be, when there was the fear that he would do the same to Hugh's throat. It was a good thing, no, a glorious thing to experience, and he would take it as often as the man was willing to give it to him. Granted, with him being part of something greater, something that involved more than one other, he imagined he would have to share.

But not today!

Falling to his bed in a panting pile, naked as the day he was born, Chris' hands found their way into Hugh's thick head of hair as he worked his way, with his mouth, along his flexing torso. Loving the feel of his slick lips upon his soon to be sweaty skin, it wasn't until the hungry man took his stiff length between those lips that he actually found his full voice. "I...I missed you, too!" he found himself sputtering, rather loudly, as he bucked his hips, curled his toes, and gripped his lover's hair, all at the same time, as he slid inside.

Fuck, did it feel amazing to be back inside Hugh's talented, moist mouth, to have his tongue twirling around his head and sliding along his shaft, teasing out his pre with ease!

Are...are you kidding me? he then suddenly thought, as he began to comprehend the vaguely familiar sound of Hugh's cell phone going off, somewhere inside of his slacks. Now? Of all times? Couldn't it wait? However, it sounded like it certainly couldn't, as it rang, and rang, and rang some more. Yet, Hugh wasn't making a single move to answer it. No, he was so focused on pleasuring Chris, so intent on making up for lost time, so 'in the zone,' that it seemed as if the phone could ring forever and he still wouldn't make a move for it.

Which bothered Chris more than it probably should've.

"Hugh?" he found himself calling, in a breathy voice, as he gently tugged on his hair with one hand. "Hugh?" he would call again, as he tapped on one of his hulking shoulders, gently enough so as not to alarm the busy man, but enough times to hopefully get his attention. "I...I think someone's looking for you," he somehow managed to get out, which was certainly a challenge, since all he wanted to say was, "Fuck off!" to whomever was on the phone, before begging, "Fuck me!"
 
Hugh sucked Chris off. He'd missed the sensation of the younger man's cock in his mouth and the taste of his precum on his tongue, and he missed how Chris squirmed underneath him as he pleasured him orally. Sure, Hugh was a top, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy servicing his lover: in fact, making one of his consorts feel good was one of his favorite things in the world. Chris's hand in his hair just egged him on further.

Hugh could hear his phone ringing in his pocket, but it blended into the ambient noise of Chris's new bedroom. The Australian was content to ignore it for now, though he chuckled as Chris began tapping his shoulder, sending faint vibrations down the other man's shaft. Normally, Hugh was always prompt in answering the phone if he expected it was important - he was, after all, a man of business. But it was as if he was in a fugue state now, possessed by the feeling of his newest, youngest lover's cock in his mouth, and nothing was going to distract him from that.

Chris was persistent, though, and so Hugh finally let the other man's cock slide out of his mouth. "They can find me later," he said simply, a smile on his face, though he wasn't extremely pleased with either his phone or Chris for having interrupted him showing off his oral talents.

Indeed, once the phone stopped ringing, it didn't start back up again: whoever had been calling him obviously got the hint that he wasn't picking up right now. Hugh moved up the bed, and their lips met again, but only briefly: as Hugh had said earlier, they were going to make up for lost time, and there was no time like the present to get started on that.

With one strong, fluid motion, Hugh flipped Chris over so he was lying on his stomach, and he brought the younger man up to a kneeling position, resting on his elbows and knees, his ass in the air. Hugh pulled down his own pants and underwear now, but not before retrieving the small bottle of Uber Lubricant that he'd swiped from the coffee table in the living room earlier. His erection was already as hard as it could ever be - Chris so easily had that effect on him - and so all he had to do was rub some of the lube onto his cock and position himself up against Chris's hole. If the younger actor had wanted to be rimmed and fingered first, he would have to forgive Hugh for his eagerness.

He began pushing inside of the other man, slowly enough so that Chris - who hadn't been fucked in a few days now - could get used to Hugh's massive manhood invading his insides once again. But soon enough, they were fucking at a brisk pace, Hugh thrusting himself in and out of Chris's tight hole, which tensed and relaxed again and again around his shaft, the younger man's bubble butt jiggling in time with each thrust. Hugh's low-hanging balls slapped against Chris's taint every time their bodies crashed into each other, and Hugh would occasionally spank one of his cheeks to watch the flesh ripple in response. The bedroom was filled with the sounds of grunts, moans, and the occasional squeak of a bed seeing more action than it was used to. Occasionally, Hugh would get a little rougher, leaning over Chris and putting one of his hands on Chris's head, pushing it down into the mattress as he fucked the boy's hole more aggressively - but only for a little while, before he stood up straight again and returned to a more normal pace.

Doggy style wasn't exactly as romantic as missionary, but by God did Hugh love it.

But even in the middle of the sexual rhythm they had built up, Hugh could hear his phone interrupt them again. It wasn't the longer, sustained ring of an incoming call, but the short staccato of a text message. Something seemed to turn over in Hugh's brain, and he decided he should really look at it now just in case it actually was something important. Whoever was trying to get his attention had finally succeeded. With a "For the love of-" muttered under his breath, Hugh reached into his pants, which had been pushed down to his knees, and pulled his phone out. With his cock still balls-deep inside of Chris, he brought the phone up to eye level, and what he saw in the message preview made him laugh instantly.

'Right then, Evans it is. Call me tmrw.'

He laughed because he could just hear Priscilla's dry British voice saying the words, and he also laughed because he knew that she knew that he was right: John Krasinski was wrong for the role, and it had evidently taken the casting director only an hour or two to admit that to herself. From there, it only made sense that she should follow the Wolverine actor's advice, and Chris was in.

Once again, Hugh had gotten exactly what he wanted - and so would Chris, though the 28-year-old scarcely knew that yet.

Hugh tossed the phone onto the nightstand, pausing as though to savor this moment - one of Chris's last before his career would rocket up into the stratosphere. And, as much as Hugh loved fucking the sexy younger actor from behind, he wanted to see the look on Chris's face when he found out he was going to be the next huge Marvel star. And so, without pulling out, he carefully flipped Chris over so that he was laying on his back, moving the boy backwards on the bed with his knees so Hugh could join him on it. With Chris's head now resting on one of the pillows, Hugh leaned over him, their already-sweating bodies pressed together, with Chris's legs pulled up over Hugh's shoulders.

"Alright, I do have some good news for you," Hugh said with a smile that was warm and only gave away a fraction of how life-altering what he was about to say would be. "Do you remember what you said to me that night at the hotel? When I asked you what you wanted? You told me you wanted the role of a lifetime, one that would define your career and let you leave your mark on the world, and that people could look up to and admire for generations..." Hugh looked up at the wall behind the bed, head tilting slightly to the side and eyelids narrowing, as though he was trying to decide what he could possibly offer that would fulfill all of those requirements. "Hmm..." There was a mischievous glint in his eye: he was stalling just to milk the suspense and get Chris riled up. He finally looked back down at his beloved consort, so that he could see how the younger man would react to what he said next. "How does Captain America sound?"
 
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Even though Hugh kept a bright smile on his face, Chris could sense the man's underlying annoyance just the same. There was a shift in his dark eyes that said it all, as if the sun had gone behind a bank of clouds. He had been interrupted by the phone, by the person on the other end, and, worst of all, by him. Damn it all, if he hadn't thought it the right thing to do, but apparently you just didn't get between Hugh and what he wanted. Ever. But there would be little time given to him to think about the negative impact any of this would have on their budding relationship, for the next thing the young star knew he was not only being flipped, but repositioned to be fucked.

Okay. We're still good, he reassured himself as Hugh came at him from behind; however, once the fucking began, the glorious, mind-blowing fucking, it felt a bit more...rough? Was...was that what this was? Yeah. It was definitely rougher than any of their other times together. Not initially, no, but certainly as it went on, as his ass was slapped, and his head was pushed down, and his anus was relentlessly plowed, forced to take Hugh's thick dick as deep as it could go. It...it didn't hurt, at least not enough worth mentioning, but it was certainly a new experience, one that Chris wouldn't soon forget.

But not because of what was currently happening, but because of what was yet to come.

Hearing the phone chirp yet again, Chris half expected Hugh to throw the device across the room once he had unearthed it from his slacks; however, instead, he just let out one of those deep-throated laughs that the younger star had actually grown accustom to. Once fearful that he himself was being laughed at, the man was actually just amused by whatever message was waiting for him. He wasn't annoyed in the least, which was a good thing, right?

No, apparently it was a great thing!

Suddenly finding himself literally rotating on Hugh's engorged manhood, this new sensation did wonders for Chris' own throbbing rod, which was twitching and leaking, without even being touched, as if it were about to erupt on its own! Was...was that even possible? He imagined anything was at this point when it came to being with Hugh. The man was certainly full of surprises, both within and beyond the bedroom, so if he commanded Chris' cock to cum, he wouldn't be surprised in the least if it did exactly as it was told.

Anyway.

Hugh was now speaking, and as far as he could tell, it had nothing to do with his erection ejaculating on its own.

Quieting himself down, since he had been panting up a storm, Chris tried to focus on what the breathless, sweat-slick man was now saying; however, he seemed to miss most of what was said until the words 'role of a lifetime' rolled off of his tongue. With ears perked up and his attention now captured, Chris actually continued to struggle with the words since his heart was now beating a mile a minute, pounding so hard in his chest and his ears, he could barely hear.

It certainly didn't help that so much blood was rushing to the absolutely wrong head.

There...there was something about defining his career and...and leaving a mark on the world, but, most importantly, there was the captivating notion that he would be admired for generations to come. What...what could this all mean? What the heck was Hugh trying to say and why the FUCK wasn't he just saying it? He...he was totally messing with Chris now, drawing the news out until he was made to...to what? Beg for it? Was that what he was going to have to do? He would if he was made to, but he didn't think that Hugh could be that cruel. Rough? Yes. A bit demanding? Sure. But downright un-American?

Un-what?

"Excuse me?" he now thought and said, at exactly the same time, as something registered, but yet didn't, until it finally did like an echo coming back at him, full force, within his now stunned and utterly confused, whirlwind of a mind. "Did...did you just say...Captain America?"

"Yeah, Goldilocks, fuckin' pay attention," he could almost hear Ryan ribbing him, as if he were standing in the room, leaning over Hugh's left shoulder.

"He's not going to ask you twice, Chris," he would then hear James inform him, as he too joined the party, coming at them from the right, but only in his imaginative mind's eye.

I...I've gotta reply. I've got to say something, anything, Chris' mind continued to whirl as he could feel himself begin to hyperventilate; however, instead of uttering a single world, instead of expressing his undying gratitude, instead of actually hyperventilating as he thought he was, he began to orgasmically moan as his untouched cock erupted like a fucking, five-alarm geyser!

Whatever the hell that meant?!

Squirting out rope after creamy rope, the hyper-aroused, hyper-ecstatic star suddenly found himself spewing all over the front of the man he now knew he loved more than any other person on the entire planet, and not just because of what he had just told him, but because of the way he had and, more importantly, because of the way he was now gazing down upon him as no other person - and certainly no other man - had looked at him before.

It was the sort of look that spoke volumes without even uttering a word, and it was exactly the sort of look Chris has been craving to see for years, one that validated who he was as not just an actor, but a human being.

Hugh got him. He genuinely understood who he was and what he was truly capable of.

"It sounds marvelous!" he suddenly found his voice, as his body proceeded to wildly flex, in orgasmic fits, and his cock continued to spill its copious load, almost unendingly so. "Absolutely marvelous!" he repeated his cheeky reply, as he bucked his built body so hard against the brand-new mattress, it actually sent him soaring up into Hugh, only to topple both of them off the side of the bed, their mouths connecting along the way, through bursts of unexpected, uproarious laughter!
 
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Hugh looked down at his lover, watching the younger man underneath him process - or attempt to - the information he'd just received. He read Chris's facial expressions with great interest, though as powerful as the man was, he wasn't omniscient; he couldn't even imagine what was running through the man's mind, or how he might respond - or that his other consorts had shown up in Chris's imagination to help him figure that out!

But whatever he might have guessed, he certainly wasn't expecting that.

Hugh was impressed not only with the hands-free orgasm, but with the sheer volume of it. Had Chris been saving it, or had the weight of Hugh's words simply pushed that much out of him? Either way, the hot, sticky liquid just kept coming, and soon Hugh's chest and stomach were coated with the younger man's seed, dripping slowly back down onto Chris's body below. To make things even messier, the sensation of Chris's hole clenching again and again around his shaft as he climaxed sent Hugh over the edge himself, and with a loud groan he began shooting his own load. And unlike Chris, Hugh actually had been saving it, and so gobs and gobs of Hugh's seed rocketed deep inside of Chris, one after another, completely filling the other actor's insides and threatening to spill out before he was even finished.

He was still shooting when Chris bucked up into him, and together they rolled off the bed and crash-landed on the floor, Hugh on his back with Chris on top of him, still sitting on his emptying cock. Both men were laughing in between heated, passionate kisses, not just at Chris's punny response, but at the sheer insanity of the moment that both heartthrobs would surely never forget.

Minutes later, as they finally settled down, Hugh stroked Chris's cheek with a large, rough hand, his broad chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. "Didn't I say I'd take care of you?" He asked with a smile, cheeks flushed from the exertion, as though Chris had ever doubted him. Yes, Hugh got him: he understood exactly what Chris wanted, because it was the kinds of things Hugh wanted himself, but Hugh also knew exactly how to get it for him.

Content as he was to lay there on the bedroom floor with Chris for the rest of the afternoon - and they did, for a time - Hugh nevertheless decided at some point that it was time for them to get up. His erection had softened and slipped out of Chris by now, so he gave Chris a simple pat on the ass to signal he should get up off of him. As Hugh's pants were still around his ankles, all he had to do was pull them up as Chris fished around for his own garments; both of the men's shirts had been discarded somewhere else in the house earlier on and would turn up at another time.

"Needless to say, when you tell everyone you know that you got this part, you'll omit some of the details as to how you got it," Hugh said with a grin as he took Chris by the hand, leading him out of the bedroom and to the elevator that would take them back to the ground floor. Little did Hugh know that Chris's brother already knew exactly what was going on between them - and it was probably for the best the older actor didn't know that. These 'arrangements' required the utmost discretion, and familial bonds were no exception to the secrecy rule as far as Hugh was concerned. Deborra-Lee didn't exactly know he was fucking now three younger and very famous men when he wasn't with her.

The elevator doors opened, and Hugh and Chris found themselves, still hand in hand, pacing back into the living room, where Chris's bag still sat on the floor by the couch. "I'll call Priscilla in the morning to nail everything down," Hugh explained. "You'll probably have to fly out to LA next week to finalize everything, but the part's yours - you won't need to audition." Hugh likely wouldn't accompany Chris for that trip, as Chris had his own people who, while they would certainly be surprised with this news, would be happy and able to help him sign anything he needed to.

Hugh paused in front of the couches and turned to face Chris fully, taking Chris's other hand as well, giving both of them a gentle squeeze as they gazed into one another's eyes. "You're going to be a real bigshot soon," he said with a smile. "Just work hard and be kind to everyone you meet, and I know you'll make me proud."
 
Listening intently and taking mental notes as Hugh instructed him on how to handle this life-altering news, Chris began to feel those nagging pangs of guilt bubble up that he knew would get the better of him in the end. How could he take on such an iconic role, a role that stood for such ideals as freedom and justice for all, only to lie about how he got the job? Surely they would want to do a screentest at the bare minimum? Wouldn't they? Or did Hugh really have that much clout? It certainly seemed that way, if all it took was a series of phone calls to get the job done, but still. This...this just didn't feel right, and he would certainly have to express his concerns sooner rather than later, quite obviously before Hugh called the casting director back; however, for now, he didn't want to ruin the special moment they were having, so he did his best to push such thoughts aside by distracting himself with other invigorating things, such as Hugh's mouth.

Drawing the man closer, practically pec to naked pec, Chris proceeded to kiss not just the man's luscious mouth, but his chiseled cheek, his pronounced jawline, and his strong neck. Tempted to grind their groins together, just to get a renewed rise out of both of them, he held off on such an stimulating act, mostly because he had a feeling their alone time together was coming to an end. James would more than likely be back all too soon and to have him walk in on them as Chris himself had done just hours before would've came off all wrong. As far as he knew, this wasn't some sort of competition, although...

"I...I have something for you," he now whispered in Hugh's ear, an ear that he had just systematically molested with his lips, teeth, and tongue, from end to end, inside and out.

Pulling himself away, Chris quickly crouched down next to his carry-on so that he could retrieve a portfolio that looked nearly identical to the one he had brought to the hotel on their first night together. Having already gifted the man with a pencil sketch of one of his favorite places in the entire world, that which was New York's Broadway, Chris proceeded to unveil yet another drawing he had done during their time apart.

"I hope you like it," he stated, rather sheepishly, always feeling a little self-conscious about his art, as he presented the now open portfolio.

Unlike the first piece, which had been a black and white sketch he had felt compelled to do for the man as a mere thank you for taking the time to meet with him, this one was not only done in color, but its subject matter was far more personal for both men. Wanting to capture the vibe of their first night together, when both of them looked so handsome in their formal attire, Chris' focus had been on those first few moments when their eyes had met, just before Hugh took complete and utter control of not just the situation, but the young man's heart. Upon reflection, it had been that very night that Chris had fallen fully for the man, this much he was certain of, and not because of what they had done together, but because of how it had all played out.

A connection had certainly been made beyond the physical one, an intense emotional one that felt so relentlessly right it nearly hurt.

"I know it's not much, especially compared to the mind-blowing gift that you've just given me, but...but I wanted to express my appreciation for you, Hugh," he then added as they continued to gaze upon the work of art, "and how much our first night together meant to me."
 
Hugh had been in the film industry long enough to know that many of the young actors and actresses who landed outsized roles, were able to do so because someone more seasoned was working on their behalf. It wasn't true for everyone, but it was for many of them, enough that Hugh thought nothing of the fact that Chris largely wasn't responsible for his being chosen for the role of Captain America. That said, Hugh could truthfully tell anyone that the young man deserved it, since he absolutely did - but the fact of the matter was that if you wanted to make it in Hollywood, you usually needed a benefactor, and you couldn't let that aspect of 'the business' get you down.

The older man shuddered as his consort assaulted his ear, every flick of the younger man's tongue or nip from his teeth against his erogenous zone sending chills from the top of his neck down his spine. Said ear perked up as Chris whispered that he had brought him something.

"Oh?" He asked simply, watching as Chris reached into his duffel bag and pulled out a Louis Vuitton portfolio. He took the opened portfolio into his hands, his gaze falling onto the artwork below. His lips parted slightly as he admired it; it was exceptionally well-drawn, and Hugh felt that it indeed captured the essence of their first evening together, just as Chris had endeavored to. Hugh shifted the portfolio to balance it in one hand, the other coming to rest on Chris's drawn face, caressing it delicately as though it was his lover's own flesh.

His eyes snapped up to Chris's real face, as though broken out of a trance, as soon as Chris was finished speaking. "It's perfect," he said immediately, to put to bed any insecurity Chris might have had. "I love it." He took the drawing out of the portfolio, placing it down on the coffee table, already having decided he'd like to get it framed.

"Tell you what," he continued, closing the portfolio and handing it back to Chris. "Why don't I show you to the master bathroom, and we'll get washed up for dinner." With a wink that was full of meaning as to exactly what would go on while they were getting washed up, Hugh took Chris by the hand and led him back towards the elevator just as quickly as they'd come out of it.

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The next three weeks flew by even faster than the three before it had. All four men were equally busy: Ryan was, of course, still down south filming. Chris had to go out to LA for several days to finalize his acceptance of the role of Captain America, and all that would entail. While Hugh still hated to be separated from his newest consort, it did enable him finally to spend more time with James. James was also busy, when Chris was in New York, teaching the younger man his many responsibilities in the home, which would surely be a Herculean task to juggle with his blossoming career.

Hugh, for his part, was also focused on his own work. Now about nine months since "X-Men Origins: Wolverine" was released, they were just a few weeks from announcing its sequel, "The Wolverine," which was still very early in development and had required a fair amount of Hugh's attention.

With all of that happening, the 82nd Academy Awards came almost as a surprise, but there Hugh was, once again on the West Coast, sitting in the Kodak Theatre with a few thousand of his closest 'friends' and about 40 million more watching from home. Hugh was far from the center of attention that night: he wasn't in the running for any of the awards that year, and was only there because he was in such high esteem. But that was, to be frank, a welcome reprieve given he'd been the host last year, leading an absolutely exhausting display of musical numbers and becoming one of the most acclaimed hosts in years. This year, though, he was content simply to occupy his seat towards the back of the house, blending into the sea of stars and their plus-ones.

James and Chris were at home in New York. They hadn't been invited for themselves, and while Hugh easily could have gotten either or both of them in, he knew his focus that night would be on someone else: Ryan, who had been down in New Orleans for the past few months filming "Green Lantern" and was now in LA to present one of the awards. They'd spoken by phone very frequently over the past few months, but this would be their first time seeing one another in person since the holidays, and boy would Ryan be a sight for sore eyes.

After about two hours, Hugh needed a break. Given the current glacial pace of the show, it was going to be a while before hosts Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin finally drew the ceremony to a close. Ryan hadn't even presented yet and probably wouldn't for at least another hour, which was the only reason Hugh had wanted to be there in the first place. For fear of going insane sitting there for much longer, the Australian quietly excused himself, deciding he would get up to stretch his legs a bit.

Stepping out of the theatre, Hugh found himself by the grand staircase leading towards the front entrance. Foregoing that, he began wandering around aimlessly, figuring he'd pretend to go use the restroom or something, but it wasn't long before he found himself walking towards none other than Ryan Reynolds himself, who just happened to be walking back in the opposite direction.

Ryan looked absolutely gorgeous, his brown hair perfectly coiffed, his fit body wearing a form-fitting Tom Ford tuxedo. Everything about him oozed sex appeal, and Hugh wanted him the moment he saw him. Hugh, for his part, was also looking dashing that night, his short, dark hair neatly styled, and his vested tux just as form-fitting as Ryan's. Together, the two men certainly looked like quite a handsome pair - not that anyone would ever think of them as such!

"Ryan," Hugh greeted as the men approached one another, already smiling widely as he usually was whenever the jokester was around him. "Good to see you." He put a hand warmly on Ryan's shoulder, though he only kept it there for a moment before it was taken away again. While the hallway was mostly empty, it was still too risky to say or do anything remotely romantic or provocative now - though that certainly didn't stop Hugh from giving Ryan the once-over, eyeing him hungrily. Many in Hollywood already (and falsely) knew them as friends through Scarlet Johansson (who, by the grace of God, was not in attendance that night), but part of what Hugh loved about Ryan was that their buddy-buddy schtick wasn't a facade at all - they really got on that well. There just happened to be a lot of love and sex on top of that.

"What are you up to?" The Australian asked the Canadian, figuring Ryan was probably just as desperate as he was to find any excuse not to sit in that auditorium for one more minute; as much as Hugh grew tired of the award show circuit, Ryan had his anxiety to contend with, which could be a lot to deal with in these kinds of high-profile and crowded events, though he seemed to be in positive spirits now. Looking at the handsome younger man, Hugh longed to close the distance between them completely, but that would simply have to wait for a more private moment.
 
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"About seven inches, after seeing you, you sexy beast," Ryan leaned in and whispered, before the cheekiest of grins filled the entirety of his handsome face, from lips to cheeks to eyes. "How about h-you?" he then questioned, as he pulled back, still smiling broadly, as his twinkling, brown eyes darted down to his master's groin, lingering there for the longest of moments, before coming back up to meet the man's lustful gaze. "Oh my," he then added, with a playful lick of his lips, as he took a step closer. "If looks could thrill," he mused, eyes wide with a dramatically placed hand upon his heart, before continuing, in a sing-song voice, "I'd be crawling on all fours. I'd be begging you please, please, daddy, hurt me some more."

Damn. Three's not a company. At least not right now it isn't.

Drawing himself away as some heavy-set non-celebrity on their cell rounded a nearby corner, Ryan held his tongue as best he could as they passed by; however, while no words were spoken, he made it quite clear what he wanted, no, needed from his master. With tongue pressed firmly in cheek, he proceeded to make the sexually charged gesture that gave the distinct impression he was being fucked in the face, over and over, and over again. Naturally, Ryan being Ryan, he also proceeded to flutter his lids and roll his eyes into the back of his head as if he were in absolute ecstasy, which he would be, soon enough, if he had any say in the matter.

All clear.

"Whaddya say, Papa Bear?" he then asked, as he boldly reentered his master's personal space, with pool-like eyes reminiscent of Puss in Boots from Shrek. "Your place or mine?" he then questioned, as those same eyes darted from the men's room entrance situated behind Hugh to the currently closed coat check on Ryan's side of the hallway. "I don't have any place to be," he joked, knowing full well that he had roughly thirty minutes before he'd have to be on stage and, in turn, on live television - gulp - performing for millions upon millions of viewers - double gulp - from all across the globe.

Please, Papa, he now thought as he could feel his insides do a series of sickening somersaults, give Baby Bear his 'medicine,' so that he can grow up to be big and strong.

Strong enough not to fuck this night up!
 
Hugh laughed at Ryan's response, much louder than Ryan had whispered it into his ear, the skin of his cheeks taking on a pinkish hue in response to the younger man's forwardness. "You want to get me in trouble," he said through a smile as his eyes continuously roamed the hallway. Ryan was always straightforward - playful, but making it clear exactly what he wanted. He knew how to push all of his master's buttons, and Hugh loved that about him. And Hugh was glad that what Ryan wanted was him, since Hugh was feeling the exact same way. Three months was far too long to be without his... baby bear.

Listening to Ryan sing his praises - literally - it was damn near impossible not to take the attractive actor into his powerful arms and go to town on him right then and there. But the Australian had to resist, as the hallway was not exactly a discreet place. Sure enough, someone Hugh didn't recognize walked absentmindedly by - which certainly didn't stop Ryan from making the nonverbal blowjob gesture. Hugh grinned, shaking his head as though to chide Ryan for being so crude and overt - but he would never want him to be anything else. Frankly, when in a more private setting, Hugh could give it just as good as he was getting it now. But he could almost hear James scolding him for any lack of discretion, which was what drove him to keep it professional for now.

That said, if Ryan's mouth was bored and getting itself into trouble, Hugh would give it something to do.

Hugh's eyes followed Ryan's as they looked together first towards the men's room, and then towards the coat check. The two men clearly wanted each other far too urgently to wait until the end of the ceremony, so it was just a matter of deciding where they would hook up. Thinking it over, Hugh decided the men's room was a bit too popular a destination: while Ryan talked a big game, neither of them would really want to risk having someone walk in on them. The coat check, on the other hand, would be closed for another hour until the show wrapped up, and it was a lot less likely that anyone would find their way there.

"I think I left my wallet in the coat check," he said, still keeping his words innocent as long as they were in the hallway - and projecting his voice just loudly enough that anyone within earshot would hear their excuse. "Why don't you come help me look for it."

With that, Hugh led the way, placing a hand possessively but very briefly on the small of Ryan's back to push him in that direction. Hugh's pants were already starting to feel rather tight, and so they walked quickly, the older man's eyes darting from side to side to ensure nobody was looking as they opened the door and hurried inside.

As soon as they'd entered the small room lined with celebrities' jackets, shawls, and purses, Hugh closed the door behind them and then immediately brought his arms around Ryan's waist, pulling the younger man close so that their bodies were against one another.

"You little minx," Hugh said with feigned anger in his voice, fire in his eyes as he gazed into those of his lover, their mouths mere inches apart. "Why do I ever let you out of my sight?" One of his hands reached down to grab Ryan's ass firmly through his black tuxedo pants, pulling him in even closer; Ryan would doubtlessly feel the bulge in Hugh's pants pressing against his leg. "Now let's put that busy little tongue of yours to work."

Hugh dove in, erasing what little distance remained between them, crashing his lips against Ryan's. This wasn't some blushing, romantic kiss shared between two lovers who had missed one another dearly. It was powerful, aggressive, fervent, and hungry. With their first kiss in nearly three months, Hugh wanted to knock Ryan off his feet; he wanted to leave him feeling dizzy and weak-kneed, to make Ryan swoon for him like it was their first time all over again. In short, Hugh wanted the gorgeous younger star to feel like he never wanted to leave Hugh's arms again.
 
Flexing his buttock against Hugh's firm touch as he was groped through the fine fabric of his tailored, Tom Ford slacks and designer tighty-whities below, Ryan playfully moaned into his master's ear, even giving his shapely lobe a frisky nibble or two before retreating! However, upon feeling Hugh's massive, thick manhood throbbing against his thigh, through four layers of cloth, as if they didn't exist, that moan became far more authentic, right along with his own erection, which had begun to grow the second he caught sight of the ridiculously handsome man - a man he had indeed sorely missed - back in the lobby.

Oh, Papa!

Ready to service the rigid slab from tip to base until it creamed his sex-starved throat, Ryan was literally on the verge of dropping to his well-suited knees when Hugh came at him and, more specifically, his mouth, with all of the force and passion one would expect from not just a sexy, A-list stud, but a seductive, harem master. There was a reason this commanding beast was the one in charge, the one who now had three young bucks to call his own, and it actually had little to do with his clout and more to do with his seemingly unending supply of sexually-charged energy, which he was willing to dish out in spades, whenever and wherever the hell he wanted to!

Yes, Papa!

Struck silent, but also silly, as his mouth was devoured in full and his breath was whisked away, Ryan did find himself unable to remain standing upon his own two feet. So as Hugh continued to feast, not unlike the carnal wolverine he often portrayed on screen, the young star found himself clinging to the front of his torso-hugging jacket until - Oh fuck! - he made the mistake of letting go for only a heartbeat. Unable to keep himself standing on such weakened knees, the breathless celebrity soon found himself tumbling to the ground, along with a nearby coat or two, which he had ineffectively pawed at on the way down.

Oh fuck, part deux!

Scrambling to his knees upon some random celebrity's full-length, faux fur, Ryan wasted no time in finding Hugh's cloth-covered erection with his mouth. Mashing his lips against a particularly hefty portion of the throbbing length, very close to the thickening base, just above his jizz-boiling balls, the young star frankly didn't give a fuck that he was getting his master's pants all wet with his saliva. They...they would have time to dry while he worshiped the fat head of Hugh's fleshy scepter with, you know, his tonsils!

Well wouldn't they?

Fumbling for his master's zipper, and the zipper alone, the now cock-crazed star tried his best to fish out the engorged rod without making too much more of a mess; however, upon swiftly snatching at the slit on Hugh's silk boxers Ryan not only managed to pop the polished button off that had kept it closed, but he unskillfully snapped several stitches as well, causing the opening to expand by at least another inch or two! Instead of drawing any attention to the frenzied mishap, he kept right on going, unearthing the stiff serpent that sat neatly inside, which he immediately brought to his lips the second it was unveiled.
 
Hugh smirked as Ryan fell to the ground, taking a few random articles of clothing down with him; Ryan definitely knew how to entertain, even when he wasn't intending to. The older actor put one of his hands in the younger man's hair - gently, careful not to mess it up too much - when Ryan began servicing his large, hard erection through his dress pants. Hugh's eyelids fluttered shut, a deep, long groan escaping his throat as he focused on the sensation of Ryan's lips pushing the fabric of his boxer shorts over his flesh again and again.

Hugh's eyes opened again as he felt Ryan's hands fumble with his zipper. He noticed the little 'mishap' with the button and fabric - which, frankly, would give Hugh an excuse to make an early exit if he needed or wanted to - but didn't react to it; what they would look like when they left the coat check was secondary to what they would be doing together in it.

"Ahh..." The cool air of the small room hit his now-exposed erection, and it was mere moments before it was plunged into Ryan's warm, wet mouth. "Fuck, Ryan..." he whispered, his second hand landing on the top of the boy's head, no longer caring about his consort's outward appearance as he guided the Canadian's mouth - not that he needed the pointers - up and down on his shaft. Hugh's cock was already throbbing, his low-hanging balls still stuffed inside his pants aching and full of seed. Given the privacy issue and the time constraint, a blow job wasn't ideal but was enjoyable enough, and would have to do.

No, Hugh thought. Scratch that. He wanted his lover badly, and he wanted all of him, right now.

And so Hugh leaned down, putting his hands under Ryan's armpits and lifting him into a standing position. He pressed another firm kiss to Ryan's lips before turning him around so that Ryan's back was held against Hugh's chest, the Australian's erection poking into the Canadian's ass through his, strong arms wrapped tightly around his lover. One of Hugh's hands reached down to undo Ryan's belt as the other reached for his zipper. "These pants are lucky they're needed later," he growled into Ryan's ear, making it clear that he would be far less gentle with the garment otherwise.

Hugh pulled Ryan's black slacks down, and Hugh went down with them, sinking to his knees as he grabbed onto Ryan's briefs and yanked them down as well. Hugh dove in, using both of his hands to spread Ryan's toned, smooth ass cheeks apart as his face landed between them. Hugh's lips made out with Ryan's tight and puckering hole as his hands massaged and spanked the flesh, the older man moaning in pure ecstasy as he pleasured his partner of seven years. Occasionally, his tongue would stick out and begin prodding said hole open, intending to loosen him up and leave him begging for more.

It had been too long since Hugh had taken Ryan, and he wasn't letting some silly award show get in his way. That said, what could get in the way is the fact that Hugh didn't have any lube; the idea of bringing some to the Oscars never would have occurred to him, even knowing Ryan was there. But they could cross that bridge when they came to it. At any rate, Hugh was happy as could be with his face buried between Ryan's cheeks, and for now he was unable to think about anything beyond that.
 
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