Hi Everybody, This is my first story in the celebrity section. I've got a Savage Garden/Robbie Williams/Boyzone/5ive one called Affirmation going on in the boybands archive. I wrote this one at my roommate's request, so his fault if it's not up standards. It's one off strict PWP. I'd love to hear from anyone who wants to give feedback. silentkid@angelfire.com
disclaimer: This is a fictional story depicting homosexual acts between consenting adults. It is for mature adult audiences only. Do not read if you are under age or if it's illegal in your province. The story is not meant to depict the actual lives or actions of Adam Pascal, Ryan Phillipe, their wives, or anyone else mentioned.
Rent a Fridge
Adam Pascal floated through Anthony Rapp's apartment. His Rent co-star was hosting a little shin dig. The loft brimmed with ex-Rent castmates, personally invited members of Anthony's fan club, and a few of his more "upper class" Hollywood friends. Adam nodded at Ryan Phillipe across the room. Ryan raised his cup in response. Adam shook his head.
"What is it, honey?" asked his wife.
"I didn't know Anthony knew Ryan Phillipe," Adam said.
His wife smiled. "I suppose he must. He is here, after all."
Adam nodded, and was still staring at Ryan as his wife pulled him away. Ryan suddenly laughed, throwing his head back, his adam's apple bobbing merrily. Adam gulped.
"Are you still with us, honey?"
"Um, yeah." His wife had been on his arm all night. He was getting tired of her, especially with this new prospect on the horizon. He was unavailable, true, but he didn't want to give the impression of being that unavailable. He deftly unattached her from his bicep. "I'm just going to get a snack from the kitchen."
"Okay, I'll be here."
"Okay," he forced a smile. He rounded the corner to the kitchen. This being a loft apartment, it was completely open to the rest of the dwelling, aside from the half walls made by the counters. He opened the refrigerator and stuck his head in. As he predicted, Anthony had his usual pasty white boy assortment of V8 and celery. Not exactly what he wanted. He put his hand out for a stalk of celery when he felt something on his shoulder. He tried to turn, but found he couldn't. Then a mouth next to him, and hot breath in his ear.
"I saw you watching me."
Adam's heart stopped. "Did you?" he asked, as nonchalantly as he could.
"Mmm hmm." The mouth moved closer (was that possible) and nuzzled his neck. Adam choked.
C'mon, heart, start up, he thought. Then, say something! he commanded himself.
"Uh huh?" he squeaked.
"I was watching you, too," Ryan said, licking his earlobe.
"You were?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Was I that obvious?" Adam wondered.
"Don't talk," Ryan said. He slid his hand up Adam's shirt and massaged his back.
"We shouldn't be doing this," Adam said, though he was unconsciously pressing against his assailant.
"I said don't talk," Ryan ordered. He bit Adam's shoulder in reprimand. Adam swallowed a yelp. Ryan reached around, still under his shirt, and raked his fingernails down his toned chest. Adam moaned.
Ryan snickered. He pushed Adam down until he was bent over, his head resting on the shelf of the refrigerator. Adam noticed with some embarrassment that he still clutched the celery. He hastily dropped it. Ryan stretched his body on top of him. He kissed his face and neck. Adam tried to twist around so he could return the favor, but Ryan eluded him. He squeezed Adam's ass roughly, using both hands. Adam backed into the grasp, hitting his head on the appliance's ceiling in the process. Ryan smiled.
"Will this be your first time?" Ryan whispered.
"In a refrigerator?" Adam asked shakily.
"You know what I mean," Ryan said. To clarify his point, he rubbed his crotch against Adam's ass.
Adam got the point. "I can't do this," he said.
"You don't sound too sure about that," said Ryan, still rubbing against him.
"People can see us," Adam whispered.
"The door's blocking everything. Don't worry."
"My wife..." Adam hissed.
"will never know," Ryan assured him. "As long as you don't moan too loud, of course." He chuckled.
Ryan unbuttoned Adam's pants. "It's just so fast," Adam protested.
"How long did you wait with your wife?" Ryan asked, even as he pulled down Adam's zipper.
"Four months," Adam responded.
"What a shame," Ryan said. "I don't like waiting," he murmured. "Do you?"
Adam placed a hand in his hair. "You still paint your nails?" Ryan asked.
Adam pulled his hand away, surprised. "You know I paint my nails?"
Ryan grinned. "I've had my eye on you for a long time."
Adam smiled, flattered.
Ryan was getting impatient. "Let me put it to you this way," he tried, "you have the opportunity most people would kill for. I know you want me, and I'm here. So what are you going to do? Say yes and make it a moment you'll always remember or no and make it one you'll always regret? What's it gonna be, Adam?" He pulled back, waiting for a reply, but cleverly kept his fingers hooked in Adam's waistband so his fingernails tickled the sensitive skin there.
"Yes, yes!" Adam gasped.
Ryan yanked Adam's pants down. "No underwear? Join the club." Adam blushed. Ryan opened his pants, just enough to get his cock out. He pumped it a few times, even though it was already hard.
"Got any lube?" he asked. Adam crinkled his face like 'what kind of guy do you think I am?' Ryan shrugged. "This will have to do." He grabbed a bottle of V8. He poured some onto his hand and rubbed it on himself. Then he smoothed some onto Adam, rubbing it around with his finger which he slid in and out of his hole. Adam groaned and thrust against his hand.
Ryan smiled. "Hope you're ready, because we don't have time for any more preparation. Here we go."
Adam gulped. He felt Ryan enter him. He tried to relax to let him in, but it was hard. Ryan didn't give him any relief. He pushed until he was buried, then rapidly began pounding into him. Adam bit his lip and tears sprouted in his eyes, but he couldn't stop himself from ramming back into Ryan. The pain, the pleasure, the tomato juice...he loved it. Ryan dug his fingers into his hips as he speeded his delivery. His head back and eyes wide open, he let out a steady, low moan. Adam started to jerk himself off, but Ryan knocked his hand away. Adam whimpered, but Ryan wrapped his own hand around Adam's dick and matched his rhythm. In moments, Adam came, shooting into the back of the refrigerator, tarnishing the celery. A second later, he felt something warm filling him and Ryan collapsed on his back.
"You are such a great fuck, baby," Ryan grinned. Adam stiffened.
"Is that all I am?" he asked cynically. Ryan got off him and did up his pants. He waited until Adam did the same.
"Are you saying you're not a good fuck?" Ryan asked innocently.
Adam glared at him.
"Oh, don't get all self righteous on me. Would I do this if I thought that's all you were?" Ryan asked, grabbing him and kissing him, hard, on the lips. Adam kissed back, just as passionately, thrilled as Ryan's tongue slid into his mouth. Ryan fisted his hair violently.
"I guess not," Adam admitted when the kiss broke.
"Did I hurt you?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah," Adam admitted.
Ryan smiled. "Good."
"What?" Adam said in disbelief.
"You'll remember it if it hurts. And you liked it, didn't you?"
Adam nodded. "So, what happens now?"
"Now," Ryan said, "you introduce me to your wife."
"Why?"
"Because,"Ryan said, seductively licking his lips, "from now on you'll be fucking her and I'll be fucking you."
"You think I'm going to let you use me like that?" Adam spat.
Ryan raised an eyebrow. "I don't think you can ever refuse me," he purred. "Could you?"
Adam glared at him. But even as he did, he felt the command spurring a desire in him. He shook his head slightly, admitting it was so. Ryan nodded smugly.
"Baby? God, I thought the kitchen monster got you!" Adam's wife said, grabbing his arm.
Adam smiled off-handedly at her. Somewhat puzzled, he waited for Ryan.
"Are you going to introduce us, Adam?" Ryan asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Ryan Phillipe, my wife. Honey, Ryan."
She shook his hand warmly. "Nice to meet you, Ryan."
Ryan grinned. "The pleasure, Mrs. Pascal, is all mine." He lifted his gaze from her to Adam and pulled his lip into his mouth. Adam looked away.
"Let's go, babe," Adam said. His wife nodded.
"We'll get together soon, eh, Adam?" Ryan called. "I've got your number."
Adam stopped, surprised, but Ryan just stared matter of factly at him. Adam nodded hesitantly. He gently led his wife out. As they reached the door, his wife said,
"What happened to your hair?"
"Ryan messed it up when he stuck his tongue down my throat."
His wife cackled, merrily slapping him as they walked out the door. Adam pulled her close to him, laughing as well.
The End
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