Behind the scenes of Even Stevens
By Craig Nickels
nick55@kansas.net
This story probably doesn't reflect the real behavior of the actors. "Even Stevens" is a Disney Channel show, with the characters (if not the actors) owned by Disney.
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Shia LeBouf headed to the Wardrobe Fitting Room. Shia was last in line because he lingered behind trying to catch a glimpse of the boy that would be playing his friend "Twitty." As the extras and supporting cast were assigned outfits, they left to go back to the holding area for what would probably be another hour of waiting around.
Shia got to the fitting room of Wardrobe just as "Twitty" came out wearing a shirt that clung to his torso, while his pants were so baggy they were almost falling off him. His dirty blond hair only helped to highlight his hazel-green eyes. He appeared to be upset.
"Hey, Joey " he said, to the Wardrobe helper. "These pants are TOO loose, and this shirt is WAY too TIGHT."
"That's the look they want for you, A J," the wardrobe helper replied.
"But I can't BREATHE," A J said, pulling at the shirt collar.
The wardrobe helper gave an over-exaggerated sigh and Shia followed them into the room where Joey pulled out another pair of pants and a larger replica of the shirt that AJ was wearing. "Here, try this one."
Shia expected that A J would take the clothes back to his dressing room, but Shia was stopped in his tracks when he saw AJ pull off his too-tight shirt.
At that point, Shia knew he had to have this boy! Oh, did I neglect to say Shia is gay?
Shia watched A J's shirt slowly rise over his body, revealing a perfectly toned smooth body. Shia knew he was staring, but couldn't help it. He had fantasized over this kind of guy for almost a year, and now here was one, half-naked in front of him.
Shia's eyes focused on A J's chest, then trailed down to his abs. Shia could tell that A .J. worked out, but not to the point of becoming some sort of muscle-head. And then there was that faintest hint of a treasure trail...light brown hair leading from his belly button down to the button of his pants...and below...
"Hey," A J's voice brought Shia out of his fantasy.
"Oh, um^Å" Shia barely managed to speak.
"What's up, man?" A J said casually.
"Uh, nothing," Shia responded, then quickly went into the fitting room. From inside, he heard A. J. saying that the new shirt fit a lot better and joking that now he could breathe without the help of a respirator! Shia quickly got dressed then went back into the wardrobe room, but A J .had gone.
Apparently, Joey the Wardrobe helper caught onto his disappointment.
"He's cute, huh?" the young man asked.
"Sheesh, is everybody in Hollywood gay?" Shia replied.
"I can tell YOU are. And I'm sure HE could tell too."
With that, Joey turned and began fiddling idly with a stack of clothes.
Shia probably couldn't say just what it was about A J that appealed to him so much. A J wasn't the sexiest guy on the planet, but there was still something about him, that boy-next-door quality, that made Shia absolutely giddy.
"We've got it," the director finally announced. "That's a wrap. Great, guys," he added, "that was absolutely golden. "
A J turned to face Shia. "Good work, Shia," he said.
"You too," Shia replied. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Andrew James Trauth, but I usually go by A J."
"Cool to meet you A J, I'm Shia."
"I know."
"Oh yeah," Shia said, laughing. "So, uh, you have a good time today?"
"Yeah I did. I think this is gonna be a fun show."
"Would you like to get together before the next filming? Shia asked.
"Uh, okay," A J replied.
"Why don't you follow me to my dressing room, and I can get your address."
"Um, sure," A J replied. "Oh wait, I have to return these clothes to wardrobe."
"Oh yeah," Shia said, "me too. Well, why don't you go get dressed in your own clothes again and meet me in my dressing room in about five minutes? It's the one right down the hall there. My name's on the door."
"Okay," A J said. "I'll see you in five."
A J walked back to the extra's and supporting cast area and changed back into his normal street clothes (a polo shirt and corduroy pants.) He stopped in front of a mirror to check his hair. He wasn't sure if Shia was gay, but he had his suspicions, and he knew that, no matter what happened, he wanted to look his best.
A few minutes later, A J was standing in front of Shia's dressing room. Until that moment he had never quite understood the over-cliched statement "butterflies in my stomach," yet here he was, with butterflies going at full force.
A J lifted his arm to knock on the door: three steady knocks. "Shia? It's A J."
"Come in, A J," he heard Shia's voice say from the other side of the door. Taking perhaps the deepest breath of his life, A J opened the door and stepped into the dressing room. There, standing before him was Shia LeBouf, naked.
"The sign says Shia LeBouf,' not Shia IN the Buff.' I thought you'd be dressed," said A J.
He walked in and shut the door behind him.
"Sorry about that," Shia said, referring to his state of nudity, "you caught me just as I was getting changed."
"I can come back in five --"
"Don't worry about it," Shia said confidently. "So A J, you'll find what you need on the table there."
"Uh, what?"
Shia smiled with a sly grin. "Pen and paper. You know, for your phone and address. Then I'll give you mine so we can go over lines or --"
"Oh, right," A J said, feeling quite the fool. He walked over to the table and began writing the information down.
"So," Shia said, "do you have a girlfriend, A J?"
"Uh, not at the moment," A J responded hesitatingly.
"Do you want one?" Shia prodded further.
"I'm not really sure," said A J. "Between trying to get a band together and now acting, I'm not sure I have time for one, and if I do find one will she like me, my character, or my money?"
"Wow," said Shia. "You've got a good head on your shoulders. I hadn't thought of how fame could affect friendships."
"So, you got a girlfriend, Shia?"
"Not at the moment," Shia slyly quoted A J. with a mischievous grin. "But I'm always on the lookout for a BOY friend."
"I knew it," said A J. "From that moment in the wardrobe room, I could tell you wanted me. You were staring at me. It's happened before. I'm not gay, but I'll fool around with guys now and then to get my rocks off. Guys don't expect the commitment and attach all the strings that girls do."
"So, am I cool with you? Is this cool?"
"That depends on what you want to do with me," A J said.
"I want to feel you touch me."
A J lifted his arms and placed his hands on the sides of Shia's bare stomach. Shia let out a brief sigh. Then Shia wrapped his arms around A J, and pulled him in for a kiss. Their lips met softly, gently caressing each other's mouths.
A J felt Shia's hands creep under his shirt, caressing the skin of his lower back, pulling him in even tighter. A J pulled away.
"Uh, it feels a little weird kissing a guy," A J explained.
"Can I undress you?" Shia asked.
"Uh, okay," A J agreed.
Shia grabbed A J's wrists and pulled his arms into the air, leaving them there to pull the boy's shirt up over his head, exposing his smooth chest. He tossed A J's shirt to the side and embraced the boy once more, kissing him with the same passion as before. This time A J didn't resist. The feeling of Shia's naked chest against his was kind of nice.
Shia could feel AJ's hard-on from beneath his boxer shorts pressing against the front of his corduroy pants. Shia began to grind his waist against A J in circular motions. A J responded positively to this, matching the motions. It took all of Shia's willpower to hold back and not climax all over his friend's pants. To his fortune, A J must have sensed this, for he pulled away once more.
A J kicked off his shoes and socks as he fumbled with his belt buckle and undid his pants. Within moments, the boys stood there before each other, with only the thin fabric cotton of A J's boxer shorts hiding their ultimate nakedness.
Shia looked down at A J's tenting boxers and smiled as he looked back up at the boy.
"Well?" asked A J.
Shia took that as a cue and reached his hands out to the elastic waistband of A J's underwear and slowly pulled them down. A J's stiff dick sprung out and bounced slightly upon its release. His low-hanging balls harmonized perfectly with his long boyhood.
Shia took A J's meat gently in his grip and pulled on it in one long stroke. Then in an instant, Shia was down on his knees, engulfing A J's penis into his mouth. A J felt weak in his knees as his cock stiffened even more, moistened by both Shia's saliva and his own precum. Shia's tongue flicked at the tip of A J's dick, causing a tingling sensation to come over the boy's entire body.
A J placed his hands on the top of Shia's head, running his fingers through the dark hair. He gently pulled Shia in closer, pushing his dick father into the boy's mouth. Shia eagerly swallowed the cock with ease. A J felt his body contorting and he began moaning. Shia wrapped his arms around A J to help support him, and placed his hands on the cheeks of A J's ass, squeezing them gently.
A J began to push his dick in and out of Shia, who gladly accepted it. He looked down and watched as his dick kept disappearing into this guy's mouth, only to reappear wetter and harder. That was enough to drive him over the edge.
"I'm ^Ö gonna ^Ö cum," A J panted.
Shia continued sucking. A J let go of any reservations and bent over forward, his hands grasping at Shia's head and back, and his cock releasing its cum into Shia's hungry mouth.
A J rested against Shia's kneeling naked body for a moment, breathing heavily, until he realized that he was probably making Shia physically uncomfortable, so A J stood up, and Shia leaned back, sitting on his bare ass.
"Wow," was all A J managed to say.
"Yeah, I second that," said Shia.
Standing while Shia was sitting made A J feel slightly awkward, like he was towering over his friend, so he knelt down to Shia's level. As he did, he noticed Shia fondling his own dick.
"I don't know how you'll feel about this," Shia began, "but I'd like you to fuck me."
"I don't know if I can cum again, or even get it up soon after that great blowjob," A J said.
"Oh, I think I can get you up again," said Shia. Slowly he stood up and drew A J up and began to lick the inside of his ear. Shia then traveled down, exploring A J's neck with his mouth. His hands began to slide down A J's body as he inched himself even lower, focusing the twirling of his tongue on A J's nipples.
Shia pulled A J's right arm back up from the side of his body and lifted the arm up above the boy's head, exposing the armpit. He gently nuzzled against it, driving A J crazy. He then lifted up A J's left arm with his and traveled over to the left pit and pressed his mouth against that. Sliding down A J's body again, his mouth found the left nipple, and he nibbled at it as A J began to moan. Shia's tongue slid down to A J's abdomen, filling the belly button, then licking over the soft though hardening cock and balls.
"I need you to fuck me now," Shia pleaded.
You got any condoms?" A J asked.
"Definitely!" Shia replied, getting up to get one.
A J smiled. He rested on his knees, fitting the condom to his hard cock. When Shia lay back down, A J positioned his cock against the opening of Shia's hole and pushed his way in, slowly at first. Shia breathed in once and told A J to continue. A J then pushed in a little deeper. Soon AJ felt his balls against the curve off Shia's ass cheeks.
A J slowly slid himself out until only the head of his cock was inside Shia's ass, then pushed his dick back in, faster than before. He continued this four or five times, increasing his speed with each thrust. The sensation of this young actor's manhood penetrating him caused Shia's dick to harden. A J took notice and grabbed it, stroking it to match his thrusts. Both boys were now moaning and groaning in ecstasy, their bodies sweating and connecting, becoming one.
Soon, A J was fucking with no restraint, his balls slapping hard against Shia's ass, the head of his cock poking at the other boy's prostrate. Shia wanted it to last forever, but his dick had other ideas, and when he saw and felt A J's body begin to convulse, he realized that any moment his new lover would be coming again. Sure enough, for the second time, A J's cock exploded, this time inside Shia's ass.
Shia felt his ass tighten around A J's cock which was the last straw for him. Shia released his own seed, staining his lower stomach with his juices while A J continued to buck and fuck. His body shaking, A J fell onto Shia, their sweat-stained bodies pressing against each other. A J had to rest a bit, his chest heaving against Shia's. A J pulled his dick out, Shia's ass quick to close up after him, and rested on top of Shia who wrapped his arms around the blond boy, kissing him.
A little later (time meant nothing to the boys now) they were both dressing after cleaning up in Shia's shower.
"Well, I suppose that will never happen again," said A J. "I mean, can a big star like you really want to go out with a lowly little supporting actor like me?"
"Hmm, you're right," said Shia, jokingly. "I mean, do I really want an `extra' on my arm at the Oscars?"
"They don't give Oscars for television," A J replied.
"You're right! Well in that case," Shia began, but cut himself off as he went towards A J and kissed him softly. "In that case," he repeated, withdrawing from the kiss, "I see no reason why we can't be boyfriends. Do you?"
"Can't think of a reason in the world," A J replied.
"Good," said Shia. "Hey, I just realized something: I finally got the boy next door!"
Both boys laughed and kissed again.
I think it's safe to assume that our story will end appropriately with: "and they lived happily ever after."
Thanks so much for reading my story! If you enjoyed what you've read please e-mail me at nick55@kansas.net and let me know what you thought. Writers thrive on feedback, and I'm no exception to the rule :-)