Vodka Screwdrivers

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Vodka Screwdrivers
Christian Bale/Heath Ledger
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"Whoo, long day," muttered the tall man as he walked down the hallway. Shooting for the day was done, and the man looked forward to an evening off; not that real actors ever got actual time off, mind you. "I need a drink." Those, thankfully, could be had.

At about six feet and currently weighing 180 pounds, the brown-haired actor wasn't a small man, which was good for his current role as the Batman. They were in Chicago, filming scenes for The Dark Knight, and the strain was starting to wear him down just a little; camera problems, flaws in the machines, all sorts of little things were messing up. None of it did much on its own, but taken together it all sort of… hacked away at you.

"Oh, Mr. Bale!" a voice came from behind, followed by the thud of feet; it was one of the runners in the studio, and he had a piece of paper in his hand.

"Please, it's Christian," the actor said, sighing. "Hey, it's late, so make this quick." Even though he was Welsh, the actor spoke in an American accent; it was always easier to stay in character as much as possible when on a shoot, after all.

"Right, um… Mr. Nolan says to be up bright and early at seven tomorrow!" the runner said brightly. "That's all! Good night, Mr. Bale!" and he ran off again.

"Didn't I just…? Oh, whatever," Christian muttered, walking on. He came to a door and stopped; this was Heath's dressing room. He paused another second, then knocked; maybe the other man wanted to grab a beer? "Heath, it's me," he called through the door.

"Come innn!" the man sang out, using his own stage voice; Christian didn't know about the others, but the way Heath did the Joker's voice sent shivers down his spine.

"Hey, thanks," he said, pushing the door open. Heath was at a desk, peering at himself in the mirror as he scrubbed the makeup away. "Long day, wasn't it?"

"Evening, Cha-RIS-tee-an," Heath replied, grinning smugly. "And-a yes, it certainly was."

Christian chuckled; he loved the way Heath said his name when in character. "I'm thirsty, you wanna come grab a beer with me?"

"No, but thank you," the Australian actor said, standing up and popping his back; Christian was always surprised at how tall Heath was. "In fact-ah, I've got a bottle of… ah, where's it at…" He was rummaging around in a fridge, stuck beside the table. "Ah ha! Here we are!" and he turned around; a bottle of vodka was in one hand, orange juice in the other. "Scah-REW-drivahs!"

"Good thinking!" Christian replied eagerly, walking in as Heath mixed them a couple of shots. "Man, it's getting to me," he sighed, accepting his glass and sipping from it. "All this minor shit going bad, you know?"

"Ahh, yes," Heath said sagely, nodding and flicking his tongue out. "And, y'know, it's worse for you; you've gotta go around in thirty pounds of kevlar, metal and nylon, while I get a custom-made suit!" and he laughed uproariously, slapping his knee.

"Hehe," Christian said, embarrassed for some reason. "But, seriously, Heath… man, sometimes it kinda sucks being a lead actor."

"Don't I know it?" Heath replied, sipping his drink. "We've both had our time in the sun; I'm just glad it's you this time!"

"You'll get yours," Christian said back, raising an eyebrow. "Just you wait; once this movie gets out no one's gonna care about me. They'll be all over the Joker, all over Heath Ledger, all over you, you Aussie pretty-boy." For some reason, the thought of fangirls fawning over Heath unsettled him; he shook his head and had another drink.

"Oh, so what," Heath replied airily. "It happens all the time; innocent little girls driven wild by a tall blond guy with eyes." He eyed the brown-haired man sitting across from him. "Some of the guys are driven wild too, y'know…"

Christian blinked in surprise; had he just heard that right? "Um… ok, well…" Shit. "Look, I better go, I need some sleep; it'll help me relax." He made to put his drink down, but a hand gripped his wrist; he looked up and saw Heath had stood up and moved in, stopping him from leaving.

"Do you really wanna relax?" he asked, the Joker undercurrent an odd counterpoint to the concerned look on his face.

"Yeah," Christian said, using the grittier Batman voice without realizing it.

"I mean, really. Really relax? You sure?" He stepped closer again.

"Uh, yeah…"

"Then why so serious?" Suddenly that crazy smile was all over his face, and Christian found himself against the wall. "Why so serious?" Heath asked again, walking over and putting his hands against the wall, trapping Christian there. "Why… so… SERIOUS?" he hissed, leaning in closer. Christian's mouth fell open slightly, but Heath went for his neck and ears. "Let's put a SMILE on that face-ah!" he whispered into the other man's ear, one hand trailing down Christian's chest.

An odd helplessness stole over the Welsh actor as Heath's fingers danced downward. "This isn't right," he hissed in guttural tones. "Batman's always on top." Heath had some sort of cologne on, some virile, masculine scent that stole up his nostrils and made it even harder to think.

Heath exploded in laughter then, doubling over so that his face was in Christian's chest; the hand slipped farther down, coming to rest on his belt. "Oooh, oh, haha, that's great!" he wheezed, his other hand coming up to Christian's shoulder. "C'mon, you saw the script; Batman's gotta get beat up a little!" He straightened up, inches away from Christian's face. "Dominated-ah," he whispered.

His hand undid the belt and the zipper, sneaking inside Christian's boxers; he shut his eyes and hissed in his throat as Heath's hand gently prodded his cock. "Don't…"

"Don't? Don't what? Don't stop?" and stop he didn't, pulling the cock out and into view. "Let's put a SMILE on that face!" he said again, getting to his knees.

"Heath, what…?" How many drinks had he had? He couldn't remember right; that wasn't good.

"Do you want me to suck your dick?" the blond man asked, in what he called Joker's serious voice. "Do you want to stick it in my mouth? I'm good with my mouth, I really am." He licked the corner of his lips, stroking Christian's cock; it was rapidly getting hard, in time with his breathing.

"Heath…" he moaned, his hand finding the long, tangled blond hair and fisting in it.

"Mm-hm," Heath said with a nod, as if he'd expected as much. With that he moved in, flicking his tongue out and wrapping it around the head of the cock before licking and sucking down the lower side to the base. He couldn't get at the balls, but he still tickled and fondled them through the trousers Christian was wearing. "I like it, I like it I like it," he muttered, gently slapping it against his cheek. "It's big, and… and warm, and I… I like the TEX-ture…"

"Texture? That the best you can come up with?" Christian said randomly, lost in the feeling of being sucked off; he'd never had another guy do it before, though he had wondered about it. "Come on… ask me about your scars..."

"What scars?" Heath replied. "Ain't got any, not yet; not until tomorrow anyway." He took it in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down, swishing his tongue back and forth. "Tasty…"

Both of Christian's hands were in Heath's hair now, and his head was tipped back as inchoate sounds flowed from his throat. Quickly, much quicker than ever before, he felt it coming up inside him. "Heath, I… Heath!" he gasped, bending over.

Heath got the message, and pulled his head back, stroking the cock over and over until Christian's load spurted out. "Why so serious?" he said triumphantly, as cum splashed onto his face and neck.

When it stopped, Christian leaned back against the wall again, out of breath and sweaty. "I'm really gonna need a shower now," he muttered at random.

"You an' me both, kiddo," Heath responded, standing up again. He loomed over the exhausted Welshman, leaning forward; Christian could smell his own cum on Heath's face as well as the cologne, and perversely found himself being turned on again. But before their faces touched, Heath turned away again. "You an' me BOTH!" he exclaimed, grinning widely and seizing Christian's hand. Christian allowed himself to be led out; no doubt Heath was headed for the private showers…