HAYDEN & GREG
DISCLAIMER: I do not know Hayden Christensen or Gregory Smith, nor do I know any other characters who might show up in this story series. I do not know whether any or all or none of the characters are gay in real life, or if they participate in the activities depicted in this story. Thank you.
CHARACTERS:
Hayden Christensen Gregory Smith Others
TIME: Present Day SETTING: California, Utah, etc.
HAYDEN & GREG, Chapter One
"Ah, shit! That hurt!" said Johnny, his head coming within inches of hitting the headboard.
"What's wrong?" asked Hayden, crouched behind Johnny.
"I almmost hit the damned headboard," replied Johnny.
"That's what you get for being on bottom."
"Or for letting you fuck me."
Hayden smiled.
"Yeah. Well, that's too bad."
"So, you gonna keep going?" Johnny asked.
"Waiting for your approval, sir," Hayden asked as he continued to rhythmically pump into Johnny.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes!" screamed Johnny in ecstacy.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"SHIT!" Hayden said under his breath and paused.
"Who is it?!" Hayden called out.
"It's Todd. George wants you on set in about 20!" called a voice through the door.
"Okay. Thank you," said Hayden, and after waiting a moment, continued his 'work.'
"Please, please, just fuck me, you hot piece of ass!"
"No, that would be your ass, which now belongs to me!" Hayden cried out, then bent over and started kissing Johnny's back. Suddenly, he stopped.
"What is it?" Johnny asked.
"Um...well..."
"What?"
"It broke."
"It broke? What broke?" Johnny asked, then it dawned on him.
"The condom broke?"
"Uh, yeah..." said Hayden.
"Then pull the fuck out!!" said Johnny.
"Wha...why?"
Johnny turned over, now facing Hayden, and started pushing hi away.
"Because I don't want any of your fucking germs, that's why! Pull the fuck out!"
"What? I don't have anything!"
"How the fuck do you know?" asked Johnny.
"Because I got tested, asshole!"
"Yeah, well...the day I believe you've never gotten anything is the day I believe you're not a whore!"
With that, Hayden stepped back, his dick dangling like a piece of meat from a hook, and he pulled off the condom. Johnny started getting dressed, looking angrily at Hayden.
"I don't ever want you to even think about putting that thing inside of me again, unless it's with two condoms."
"Well, you don't have to worry about that, because THIS is never going THERE ever again."
Johnny stood, now wearing everything but his shirt.
"Well then, fuck you, too, asshole."
"Sorry. I don't get fucked. Get the fuck out," Hayden said cooly as Johnny grabbed his shirt and stormed out.
"Fucking asshole," Hayden muttered as he headed over to the shower part of his trailer. He stepped in and turned the water on warm. The water blasted his chest and his legs, as he covered his groin protectively. After a few seconds, he let the water hit his privates, and he howled.
"DAMN! That didn't feel as good as it should've."
He turned around and faced the back of the shower. He admired the mirror he'd had installed with a waterproof/steamproof cover. He popped his neck and stared at his face. Cleanshaven already, angular jaw and perfect chiseled features. He looked at his chest and arms. Muscles barely protruding from his upper arms, he flexed, and his veins showed through.
"Damn, I'm skinny."
He looked at his upper chest, where his breasts formed, then his six-pack. He looked at his nipples, not too big, but not too small, either. They were both soft, but after a second, he began to rub them with his fingers. His dick was still quite active, and god, was he horny, so he wrapped his right hand around his stiffened member, while his left hand continued rubbing his nipple.
As his hand moved faster, he began to crouch down to his knees, never taking his eyes off of his mirror image. As the water grew even warmer, he went faster, until his dick was its full size and girth, and he was screaming to release his tension.
Finally, he shot his load of cum all over his own chest, legs, and even his face, and he finally pulled his hand away from his already softening dick, and his other hand from his nipple. Some cum had come very close to landing on his right nipple, and some had actually landed on his left nipple. He stood up, and still facing the mirror, dabbed his finger onto his left nipple and swirled it in the gooey substance, and then took his finger to his lips and tasted it. He closed his eyes and smiled. It was ecstatic, the taste of his own cum, and he loved it.
Just then, another knock.
"Hayden, it's Todd! You've got five minutes!"
"OKAY!" Hayden yelled.
He turned around in the shower and quickly washed himself off before turning the water off and grabbing a towel to dry himself.
He got dressed quickly and locked his trailer door behind him. He looked up at the sky, and then at the large building looming before him.
"Another day...another dollar. Or a million. Whatever."
As he walked towards the building, he passed Ewan's trailer, which he could tell, was empty. He walked into the building and over to George Lucas, mighty producer.
"What's up, George? You ready to earn a few billion more dollars?"
"Actually, Hayden...I need to talk to you," said George, who got up from his chair and walked Hayden over to the corner to talk in private.
"What's up, boss?" said Hayden, wondering what was going on.
"I'm afraid I've gotten some...not so wonderful reports of your...behavior lately."
"I'm sorry?" Hayden said, confused.
"Look, Hayden...I like you. You know I do, and you know I handpicked you for this role, but, I've got to be honest--if I get one more complaint about you hurting another crew member..."
"Hurting another crew member? When did I hurt one in the first place?" Hayden said, angry.
"Johnny just came to me, and he told me what happened between you two."
"Johnny? What did Johnny say?"
"He told me that you and him got into an argument after your...romantic session, and afterwards, you punched him in the stomach, and then in the eye. Now, listen, Hayden, I know people have fights..."
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" yelled Hayden, while George tried to calm him down.
"Whoa, whoa. Calm down..."
"I will not! Johnny's fucking lying! We didn't even finish our..."
He looked around, made sure no one was listening, then whispered, "...our 'romantic session,' and when he called me a whore, I told him to get the fuck out. I never punched him. EVER."
"Really?" George said.
"Yes, really," Hayden replied.
"Well then...that's too bad."
"Why?"
"Because now I have to fire either Johnny, you, or both."
END OF CHAPTER ONE
--Hey, guys. I hoped you liked it. I know it's not too sexual yet, but it will be. Believe me. I know most people don't care for the Star Wars setting, but it'll be over soon, I promise. If anyone else has any ideas, please feel free to send them to me. Thanks.
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