One Hot Night

Well, apparently I'm a sad poseur because of my last two efforts. So here's a slightly more serious one. Still smutty, of course.

DISCLAIMER: This is a sad and pitiful invention of mine, and has no true basis. This is fiction!! If you don't like slash then don't read. I repeat: this is fiction! You'd have to be an idiot not to tell it was, unfortunately... oh yeah, and also some of the opinions in this are a little insensitive, but this is my fictional Colin talking, not me.

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Colin Farrell surveyed the club moodily, sipping tentatively at his Bloody Mary. He didn't understand the Americans. Why didn't they drink a nice cold beer, rather than some acid-coloured concotion with various vegetables floating in it?! Yes, he didn't like LA as much as he'd hoped. Colin had loved the skyscrapers, and the heat... but it was so lonely. It was hilarious, a massive city... millions of people.... and he felt lonely.

Colin sighed. He hated this club, full of cheap celebrities and wannabes. His agent had suggested he went to a club with the papparazzi there, to boost his image. His last film had not pulled in the profits at the box office, and apparently he was falling into the Celebrity B-list. Well, his agent could fuck herself! What had happened to simply acting? But no... he had an image to follow. "Rock-And-Roll-Celeb-Rebel" Colin Farrell couldn't even choose where he spent his evenings.

He looked out at the heaving mass of people. He could spy various celebrities. Christina Aguilera. Anastacia. Ashlee Simpson. They'd probably fuck him, if he flirted with them. They'd all heard the rumours of his penis-size. Well, Colin didn't fancy some big-tits bimbo. Right now, Colin wanted cock.... well, cock and a cigarette, Colin thought, lighting a Marlboro up.

He took a deep drag. That was better. Nico-fucking-tine. Lung cancer could fuck itself. Colin wanted to live, for Christ's sake!! Who cares if you die a few years younger? A smoke-free life just meant two less years of a 3000-dollar-a-month old people's home. And who wanted that!? Colin sighed again, as he saw a hot young twenty-something male leave the bar. Yeah, he was bisexual. His agent - his motherfucking maternal agent - had suggested he didn't reveal his true sexuality. She said it would ruin his main audiences. Apparently gay men preferred straight males, and teenage girls were put-off by any different sexual preference.

But he yearned for a nice hard cock! He hadn't had a man in his bedroom for six months now, and his dick was feeling the difference. Chicks were hot, in their own way, with their breasts, and curves... but he just fancied some man meat, right now. He looked around the club. The only acceptable man he could see right now was Christian Bale, the man from The Machinist. But he looked different... in The Machinist he'd been so skinny, so weedy. But now he looked buffed-out, packing a broad six-pack, far meatier than Colin's own well-toned body. And then Colin remembered. He'd been in Batman Begins, so obviously he'd put on some more muscle. The Irishman was pleased to see that Christian looked moody, and slightly pissed-off, quite like himself. He was quite attractive, in the dark, assasin sort of way... perhaps Colin could fuck him. Yeah, perhaps he'd try it on with him, see how far he could go.

Colin gulped down the rest of the cocktail, and stubbed out his spent cigarette. He walked quickly over to where Christian was standing, staring at the crowd of dancers with an unapproving look on his face. God, he looked hotter close up, with his broad shoulders in the leather biker jacket he was wearing, and those tight denim jeans...

"...It's Colin, right? Colin Farrell?"

Shit! Christian was talking to him! Colin looked up. The muscular man had walked over to him, and was now looking at him with a grin on his face, as if Colin's arrival had changed his previously sulky mood completely.

"Yeah, it's Colin. So... I haven't caught your new film yet."

"Batman Begins? Hah, it's hardly a forum for my acting ability. I just look pretty in that picture. Well, try to at any rate."

Colin bit his lip. "Well," he laughed. "I'm sure you do."

Christian laughed at that, which relaxed Colin. He decided to talk naturally, and not worry about the sex for the moment. But the Batman star looked so tasty... but no, he must be patient.

"So... do you come here often?" Colin asked.

"Here? Christ no! I'd rather be at home, watching an old Star Wars film. It's my agent, he..."

"...said you need to boost your profile? Right, it's the same for me. What happened to just, you know, acting?"

"Exactly!" Christian exclaimed eagerly, happy to have found a companion in Colin. "I mean, the celebrity status is nice, but it's hardly the most important part."

Colin laughed again. They seemed to be getting on well. Christian was leaning closer to Colin now, and their slouched knees occasionly rubbed each other as they moved along with the conversation.

"Smoke?" Colin offered, holding out his packet of Marlboro Lights to Christian.

Christian accepted, and drew a cigarette out of the packet. "Oh, but shit, I haven't got a light. Do you...?"

"Yeah, man, of course..." Colin said keenly, fumbling through his pockets, before pulling out his lighter. He leant over Christian's body, flicking on the lighter, lighting the cigarette. They briefly made eye-contact, and Colin had time ot noticed Christian's beautiful brown eyes.

They talked some more, about films and family, all the while slowly moving closer and closer to each other, until midnight, at which time the club became more packed, with a new arrival of Britney Speares and a drunken entourage of fifty people.

"Shit," Colin said. "How about we go back to mine, and watch a Star Wars film, like you mentioned?"

Christian smiled, holding the eye-contact the two had now continued for half an hour. "Sure. Let's go."

They left through the back entrance, narrowly missing the papparazzi, who were currently in a wild frenzy over Justin Timberlake's arrival at the club. They walked slowly towards the main road, where they'd be able to call a cab. Christian walked in front, which gave Colin an eyeful of the muscular man's behind.

They picked up a cab surprisingly quickly, and managed to avoid being recognised. They both sat in the back, and Colin told the driver where to go. They lights of the still-active city blurred past them, the orangey-yellow streetlights illuminating the backseat. Christian commented on the drunk people, waltzing manically about the city as they drove, which continuously sent Coling into laughter.

"You know," the Irishman said, after Christian had shouted out the window at a pair of goths eating MacDonalds in the gutter. "You're really funny."

"Thanks," the muscular man replied, smiling at Colin.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the tall block of high-rent apartments, and were chatting in the lift, walking down the hall, through the door of Colin's apartment and into the cool, air-conditioned luxury of the silent lounge. They threw themselves on the brown leather sofa, pulling off their shoes, and staring at each other.

"Right. Well, we've got silence. Now what?" Asked Christian.

"Cigarettes?" Colin said, throwing the packet to the Batman star, after lighting one for himself.

They sat in silence then, for what was only five minutes, but felt like an hour. They're legs slowly shifted, until they're covered legs were touching, rubbing through the denim.

"Your leg is on me, Christian." Colin said, spreading his legs obviously.

"Really? Oh, err, I'm sorry..."

"No. You don't have to be sorry. It's alright."

"OK." Christian said, glancing down at Colin's crotch, before taking a nervous drag at his cigarette.

Silence. Colin gently pushed his foot forward, and began to rub against the muscular man's inner thigh. Christian couldn't help but let out a gasp, which quickly turned into a groan. Colin's constantly rubbing foot crept closer to his crotch, massging his muscular legs through the denim. The Batman star groaned again, shifting uncomfortably.

"Do you like that?" Colin asked, sexily.

Christian looked up. "I.. I think so."

Colin sat up, and began to squeeze at Christian's knees with his large hands, before slowly stroking down his legs, to where Colin's foot had been. He squeezed slowly on Christian's crotch. Colin could feel the large bulge there. Christian murmured something under his breathe. Laughing silently, the Irishman pulled his hand away.

"No... don't stop..."

The muscular man began to squeeze his bulge himself.

"I... want you too."

Colin let out a low groan at that himself, the way Christian's deep voice growled out the words. He leant forward, and slowly - ever so slowly - unzipped the Batman star's jeans. He pulled them down to the knee, revealing firm, muscular thighs and a large bulge in tight Calvin Klein boxers. Colin squeezed at the newly naked flesh, admiring his friend's package.

"I'd just love to eat you up." He muttered.

Christian took Colin's hand and pushed it onto his crotch.

"Why don't you then?"

Colin licked his lips eagerly, and pulled the muscular man's jeans off completely. He then ripped off his own jeans, and began to unbutton his shirt, watching Christian do the same. Soon they both were both sat naked, except for their tight boxers. They stopped for a moment, just admiring each other's muscular physiques. But then Colin couldn't wait any longer, and he quickly pulled down Christian's boxers, revealing a semi-erect penis, quite thick, with a forest of dark black tangled pubic hairs, and two nicely sweaty testicales. He leant forward and gently licked the head, before gliding his tongue down, down, down along the veiny shaft, one hand on his muscular thigh, the other fondling his balls. Colin took Christian's cock - and it was a cock now, because yes, he was fucking bi, and no agent could hide that - and sucked on it, taking it deep down his throat. The Batman star groaned loudly, swearing under his breath, his hand gently pushing Colin down, his hips bucking up as the Irishman deep-throated him.

"Fuck... shit, Colin... I'm gonna..."

Colin quickened his pace, eagerly sucking at the cock, his tongue swirling wildly as he pumped it in and out his mouth. Christian groaned even louder, bucking his hips manicly, and shamelessly face-fucking Colin now, before he felt that familiar feeling of his balls tightening, his back arching, his ass squeezing together. It felt like every single fibre of him was alive, vibrating with sexual electricity, that was overpowering him, spilling out of him, spilling thick white streams of cum down Colin's throat, who ate it all like a whore. Christian groaned as his muscles relaxed.

"Fuck, Colin, that was... incredible."

"Well, I do try."

"Shut up! You were... the best blowjob..."

Colin laughed again, and leant forward, kissing Christian deeply. The Batman star, though surprised, loved it, their tongues dancing hotly with each other in the moist, cumsoaked caverns of each others mouths. Christian felt at Colin's boxers. He could feel a large bulge, larger than his, that seemed desperate to be freed. The feel of it suddenly hardened the muscular man again, and he knew what he wanted to happen.

"Fuck me, Colin."

Colin looked insanely happy for one second, then concerned for his new lover. "I'd absolutely love to. But are you sure you'll be able to take it... it's, err, quite large..."

"What, the rumours are true? I always assumed they were lies."

"Yeah," Colin grinned. "9 inches and ready-to-go. But put me out of my misery. Are we fucking or not?"

"Of course, baby... just be gentle at first."

Colin's smile stretched fantastically, and he pulled down his tight boxers, revealing the phallus the papparazzi would love to get a snap of. Christian gasped. He tentatively stroked it, and squeezed the long veiny shaft. The pink head leaked precum, which Christian licked up hungrily.

Colin told Christian to turn around and stick out his behind, which the muscular man did. Colin shuffled through the mess of rubbish on a shelf shelf, before finding what he was looking for - a lubricated, ribbed condom. Large-size. He happily rolled it onto his large cock, and couldn't help but jerk himself off a few times. Happy, he leant down, and sucked on a finger, before slowly inserting it into Christian's ass. Christian groaned, gripping the sides of the sofa tightly.

"You like that?" Colin growled sexily. He took the consecutive moan for affirmation.

Satisfied that Christian was prepared, he removed his finger, and pushed his head against the tight hole. After two tries it slipped in, causing Christian to yelp painfully.

"Shh," Colin sighed, wanking his lover's cock with his right hand. "You can take it."

He pushed in further, until he hit the prostrate. Christian let out a loud moan, swearing and blaspheming. Colin smirked. He began to pump in and out, wishing the press could see him now. "Farrell Fucks Batman" "Farrell's On The Bale". As he picked up the speed, humping Christian quickly now, he imagined the headlines. Yeah, he was fucking proud of who he was. And if anyone wanted to complain, they could suck his gossiped-about cock. He slapped Christian's back, swearing loudly. This hump was for the agent. This hump was for the studio. He was ramming in and out now, his muscular body in a frenzy of sweat.

Christian kept on moaning, sometimes turning his head to see Colin ravage his behind, humping him, with that dirty-big dick of his. Christian couldn't help but smile as he was fucked by the 9-inch monster.

Colin was ramming his cock further in, his balls slapping madly against Christian's muscular thighs. This is for the audience statistics! This is for the lawsuits! This is for the motherfucking LA smoking laws! He was wild, grinding manicly in and out of the muscular man's ass, shouting and cursing. This is for the studio deadline! This is for the press coverage! This is for the innuendos!

He felt his lover's ass go into a spasm, and wanked him even harder, before Christian came, spurting cum all over Colin's hand. The feeling the spasm gave his dick brought him to climax, and his muscles seized together, before suddenly turning to honey, and he came, spurting hot white sperm down Christian's hole, for at least a minute.

"This is for my fucking celebrity status!!" He yelled, smearing the Batman star's cum on his chest, and still lamely humping him, gradually unwinding.

He eventually came to a stop, and pulled out, throwing the spent condom in the bin beside the sofa. He pulled Christian towards him, and there tongues met. They danced together once more, as Colin's cum-covered hands stroked Christian, who was clutching at Colin eagerly. They eventually broke apart, smiling happily at each other.

"Well," said Colin. "That's one to tell the children."

"Damn right!" laughed Christian, before they collapsed on the sofa, their naked bodies together, soaked in cum and sweat. And as they fell asleep, Colin couldn't help but smile, knowing that when you could have sex as good as this, showbusiness doesn't mean a thing.

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OK, finished. Please comment, if you wanna. Rate and review and all that.

K, bye!