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My Boy
(PART TWO)
Before I so much as flipped open my mobile to call in some favors, I fell face-first onto the plush, cool sheets of the giant bed in my room at the Waldorf Astoria . . . and promptly fell into oblivion for ten precious hours. Jet lag from a twenty-three hour flight (two of which for a fuel and safety check stop at LAX) played hell on my mind and body. I believe
Once back on my feet, after a hot shower and some brekkie, it was time to start the ball rolling, and put my little plan in motion. But first I had to find out where a certain someone had been staying. After making some calls and catching up on current events from very discreet contacts, I’d garnered the info I’d been searching for. Turns out, the bloke was staying in a unit within cooee of the Waldorf. And just my luck, a mutual friend happened to have a key to said unit. Sometimes the stars aligned in perfect order.
I found out that Jimmy would be at a charity event for the TSA (Tourette Syndrome Association) for most of the day, which gave me plenty of time to organize my plans. But hearing about his whereabouts gave me pause, realizing that although he was a striking physical specimen of the male species, he genuinely was a good-hearted man, two attributes which rarely went hand in hand. And he was far from a cardboard cutout of every other model and pretty-boy actor on the planet.
Although Jimmy was stunning, and let’s face it, the original reason I noticed him all those years ago when we first worked together on X-Men, really it was (and still is) his personality and good nature that kept me enthralled and drew me to him like a moth to a dazzling flame.
He’s hysterically funny, always quick with a joke and famed to tell them with self-deprecating humor, but he’s also kind and compassionate, whether he patiently listened to me whine and complain about a horrible day I’d had at work, or if he stayed at an autograph session hours after he’d been slated to leave just so he could give the same consideration to the last fan standing in line as he’d given to the first. Jimmy absolutely amazed me every day with his ability to care about the little things as much as the important ones.
Oh, but he is so far from perfect, ha, let’s get that straight right off. He can be peculiarly moody and often quiet, unwilling to talk about his own doubts and fears and worries that life threw his way. He had an annoying habit of cleanliness, always nit-picking and complaining to me about leaving my stuff lying around, and picking my clothes up off the floor, and washing the dishes; Jesus, he’s bloody maddening sometimes! Plus, the kid had a pout to die for, and the cunning little bloke used it often to get what he wanted, especially from me. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I loved him truly, faults and all.
So those were the thoughts running through my head as I put the finishing touches on . . . things. Needless to say, I was so terribly excited to see him. This had been a long time coming. But all I could do was wait.
But it was so worth the wait. A few hours later, in the darkness of twilight, I listened to the front door open and close, a jangling of what sounded like a ring of keys tossed onto the kitchen bar, footsteps on carpet and then tile as he must have padded to the fridge for a cool drink. And then silence. Had he seen a flicker of light coming from the bedroom? Did he scent the subtle aroma of oranges and rose petals? Perhaps he sensed that he wasn’t alone?
“Hello? . . . Is anyone there?”
Such a smart boy.
There was another long stretch of silence, almost long enough that I began to worry he wasn’t coming. I was just about to call out to him when his shadowy silhouette framed the bedroom doorway. He wore a stone gray suit with an ice blue button down shirt and (an already loosened) sapphire paisley tie, his jacket already discarded. His short dark hair was mussed, brilliant eyes confused and . . . scared? And, oh god, he had a wooden baseball bat gripped over his shoulder.
His expression didn’t change as he took in the sight before him. A hundred pale candles glimmered around the dim room. Red and white rose petals littered the floor and bed comforter. A tray of fresh fruit, cheeses, chocolate and an ice bucket containing a bottle of wine stood at the foot of the bed alongside an assortment of scented and flavored massage oils. And me, at the center of it all, propped in between the many red and black pillows atop the king-sized bed, adorned in nothing but a black silk robe.
I leaned forward from my lounging position on the bed, making sure my face was illuminated by the candlelight.
“Hugh?”
“Hello, Jimmy.”
He slumped, lowering the bat as he breathed out a heavy sigh of relief. “Jesus Christ! I thought you were a stalker or something. You’re lucky I didn’t call the cops!”
Oh-kay. Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.
“Good thing you didn’t then.” I climbed off the bed and walked towards him. “I didn’t mean to scare you, mate.”
“What are you doing here?” He asked as I put my arms around him.
“Right now I’m doing this.”
I closed my mouth over his, soft pressure, lazy coaxing as my tongue darted out, painting a wet trail across soft, plump lips. He opened for me, the hot sweet cavern of his mouth mine to explore. Teeth clinked and tongues intertwined, hands groped – mine in his hair, his clutching at the front of my robe. He moaned, or was that me? I drew back only to catch my breath, and opened my eyes to stare directly into his. And there he was. The boy I’d been half a world away from only a couple days ago; the boy in the black and white photo who could turn me on with just a look, as he was doing now.
“Mmm, I like when you do that.” He grinned. “But seriously, aren’t you supposed to be in
“No. I’m not.” I pulled him towards the bed. “Here, I got something for ya.” I handed him his own black silk robe. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Am I now?” He gave me a peculiar look as he took the robe. “Is everything ok? With you, I mean?”
“Everything’s ace, mate.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes! What? A bloke can’t surprise his lover whom he hasn’t seen in, oh, what, two months, with a romantic night planned for two?”
“I didn’t say that. It’s just a little . . . unlike you.”
And oh did that ever hurt. But it didn’t make it any less true. I wasn’t quite what one would call the romantic type, and I didn’t do these spontaneous kinds of things with Jimmy very often. Looking around the room right then made me feel like I was standing on some sort of porn movie set – all the silk and candles and over-the-top sensual decoration. I cringed. I’d done a bodgy job of things. I guess I really was an amateur when it came to romantic gestures.
He must have realized the change in my mood and grabbed for my hand. “Hey, hey, I didn’t mean that—“
“Yes you did and it’s true.”
“Ok, maybe it is true. This,” --he motioned around the room— “is a little unlike you, but it doesn’t mean I‘m not flattered you went to all this trouble . . . for me.” He leaned into me and breathed against my mouth. “Thank you.”
The kiss was sweet, the taste of him lingering on my lips long after he pulled away.
“You’re welcome.”
“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He grinned over his shoulder as he wandered towards the master bath.
“You’d better be,” I mumbled to myself. I was getting hornier by the minute. The taste of the young man’s lips was just the appetizer and I was looking forward to a bountiful feast.
Jimmy emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, hair damp, wearing the black robe. He must have taken a quick shower, which made me smile. The boy wanted to be fresh and clean for me. Little did he know he wasn’t going to be fresh and clean for very long.
He slid long-ways across the bed beside me after snatching a piece of pineapple off of the tray and popping it into his mouth.
“So, you wanna tell me how you got into my apartment?”
“I used the key.”
“Really? Well, I must be getting senile in my old age because I don’t remember giving you a key to this place. I only planned on being here a few months so I didn’t think it necessary since you were supposed to be in Australia for--”
“I borrowed the key from one of our mutual friends who shall remain unnamed.”
“Mmhmm, okay.”
He reached over me to grab another piece of fruit and I gripped his arm.
“A bit hungry, are you?”
“Starving.”
I wiggled my eyebrows. “Me too.”
I began to kiss my way from his wrist to his inner elbow, licking and sucking at the tender spot until I heard him gasp. Smirking, I reached for a strawberry, dipped the tip into the smooth, rich chocolate, and held it to Jimmy’s mouth. He looked right at me as he bit, his tongue sliding over the ripe, red berry. The kid was such a tease. Just as he swallowed, I swooped in for a taste, licking the remnants of chokkie from the corner of his mouth.
Once we finished feeding each other most of the fruit, I poured us each a glass of red wine. But it was only after a few sips and mindless conversation that my fingers itched to get my hands on him. My eyes kept wandering to the pale skin of his chest revealed by the deep V of the silk robe.
Taking his half-empty wineglass, I set it behind me on the tray next to mine and reached for the massage oil. And anyway, I didn’t want the boy off his face for what I had in store for him.
“Hey! I wasn’t done with that.”
“Yes you were. Now, robe off and lay down on your belly.”
“Yes sir, General Jackman, sir!”
I grinned and kissed the tip of his nose. “Wrong fantasy, mate. Maybe later.”
He laughed but did as I’d asked. I rubbed the oil between my hands warming it while I watched Jimmy stretch out across the mattress. Creamy, pale skin against ruby red sheets, a strong, smooth back tapering down to the curve of his tight, round buttocks, head lying on his crossed arms, face turned towards me watching my every move.
I moved behind him, straddled his thighs and leaned over to plant a wet kiss to the base of his spine. His sigh turned into a deep guttural moan as I began to massage his shoulders and neck, taking my time using long, firm strokes with the vanilla scented oil. I positioned my thumbs against his spine and stretched my fingers out along his ribcage, stroking down and outwards. I loved the feel of his body expanding and contracting each time he took a breath. His slick skin glistened beneath my busy hands. Wanting to taste, my tongue followed the path of my thumbs, traveling down, down, down his spine until he whimpered.
Enjoying my task to the fullest, I massaged each globe of his ass in my hands, swirling my tongue at the base of his spine until Jimmy was writhing beneath me.
“Hugh—“
“Shh,” I whispered as my fingers spread him wider.
One swipe of my hot, moist tongue across his puckered entrance and Jimmy nearly came off the bed.
“God!”
Sensing it was too much too soon, I worked my hands and my mouth back up to his neck and shoulders, nibbling and biting, then soothing his skin with my kneading fingers.
He was panting now, and my breathing hadn’t been even since I started this sweet torture. My pleasure came from pleasing Jimmy and I planned to draw things out as long as possible.
“Okay, love, onto your back.”
I eased up off of him as he tuned. On all fours, draped above him, I took in the sight of the beautiful boy beneath me -- eyes brightly fixated on mine, hands fisted on either side of his head, full lips parted, and chest heaving with each labored breath. Then the corners of his mouth tipped up into that unbelievably sexy impish grin of his.
“Can I have more wine now?”
Smart-alec little bastard. Well two could play at that game.
“Sure,” I said as I reached for one of the glasses. I took a sip and smirked down at him, then grabbed his wrists and plundered his mouth once again.
The boy groaned as he sucked all traces of the wine from my tongue. I delved deep, licking his palate, tasting the heady mixture of fruit and wine, chocolate and Jimmy. But that wasn’t enough. I bit at his chin, and then grazed his throat with my teeth, setting them on his collarbone until he yelped, trying to pull free of my grip on his wrists.
“Goddammit, Hugh! Ahh!”
I continued my assault, laving a nipple until it puckered enough to clench lightly between my teeth. I felt Jimmy’s back arch as he whimpered. No smart-alec remarks from the little dunny rat now. And no mercy from me as I gave the other nipple the same treatment.
Once I started to make love to Jimmy, I was like a pit-bull with a bone; I was not letting go for anything. I released his wrists only to rub my oily hands down his chest and abs, making sure to dip my vanilla flavored fingers into his navel and between his thighs. My lips mapped out his chest and sternum, wandering down until my tongue could dip into his navel to lick out all traces of the warm vanilla goodness. Beyond coherent speech, Jimmy moaned and squirmed, desperate hands fisting in my hair and then clenching at the back of my robe.
“Take it off,” He murmured between groans. His hands continued to clutch and pull at my robe.
More than happy to oblige, I pulled away from him just long enough to loosen the belt and peel the garment off my shoulders. Jimmy sat up so abruptly, I lost my balance and the boy pounced. Now it was him on top of me, lips leaving fiery, wet trails over my skin, hands busy sliding along sensitive flesh until I was mindless and writhing under him.
Not as willing to draw things out, his skillful mouth got busy on my erect shaft, sucking expertly while tiny stars danced behind my closed lids. I gripped his head as gently as possible, guiding him into a rhythm that curled my toes. God, the boy was bloody genius with his mouth. The pleasure built rapidly and I was worried things were going to end all too soon.
“Jimmy . . . Jimmy, stop.” Oh God! “Jimmy!”
He eyed me carefully, blue eyes meeting mine across the length of my body. He pulled his mouth away, but simultaneously wrapped his fist around my cock and continued to pump slowly. Jesus, God in heaven, the boy was going to be the death of me. He grinned, and I watched as his glistening pink tongue slid around the shaft tip. Tensing like a bowstring, I felt the tingling sparks shooting from my toes and fingertips, a primal cry threatening to tear from my lungs.
“Enough!”
I found the strength to lurch forward, my momentum toppling both of us backwards against the plush pillows at the head of the bed. And was that giggling I heard? Sure enough, the boy in my arms was shaking with barely controlled laughter.
“What’s so funny?”
“You,” he giggled again, panting. “Just you. It’s just so fucking great to have you here, Hugh. I’ve missed this.” He sobered quickly, catching my stare. “I’ve missed you.”
My heart tripped. I brushed wet bangs from his forehead, rubbed my thumb across that pouty lower lip, locked gazes with eyes bluer than the deep, deep sea . . . and fell in love all over again.
The lump in my throat made me incapable of any speech, which was fine because I wasn’t sure of what words to say. So I kissed him; fused my lips to his, trying to convey everything I felt at that moment, pushing forward all thoughts of the happiness and joy he'd brought to my life.
His arms twined around me like vines as I stroked and petted him. I felt the burn in my belly rising once again as his cock rubbed against my own. He gasped against my lips as I ran my fingers along his erect shaft, sliding down to cup his sack. Reaching lower, my fingers still slick and oily from the massage, I pressed against his puckered entrance, pushing gently until he relaxed enough to let me in. Once prepared, I lifted his right leg, bending it until his shin was pressed firmly against my chest. Then did the same with his left leg. He gripped my arms while I positioned myself above him, bearing down until my cock penetrated.
His face flushed and glowed with a mixture of emotions, while his teeth gritted, eyes squinted, and perspiration clung to the tips of his hair. He grunted as I pushed further in.
“Shh, it’s ok,” I tried to soothe him as the pleasure spiked inside me, feeling his tight moist heat surround my cock in a vice grip. But I continued to go slow. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him.
A few torturous seconds later and I was fully sheathed inside him. I pulled out gradually and entered again, stretching him, letting his body get used to the invasion. When he began to thrust his hips to meet my rhythm, I just let go. Our bodies moved as one, hands sliding over glistening skin, gasps and sighs forced from pleasure so close to pain.
And then suddenly, like a spotlight being switched on in the middle of the night, something clicked in my mind. Something that made absolute and complete sense, and encompassed the true reason why I was here now, why I’d flown halfway around the world to be with this man. And in the midst of the very moment I made love to him, I wanted Jimmy to know.
Feeling he was close, I slipped my fingers around Jimmy’s shaft causing him to cry out.
“Jimmy, Jimmy look at me.” I’m sure my eyes were fierce and desperate with emotion as he focused on me. “I want you to say something for me, Jimmy, you hear?” I thrust again watching his eyes glaze with lust. “You belong to me. Say it!” It sounded so desperate to my own ears.
“Hugh—“
“Say it, Jimmy!” I was so close, so close, so close! “You belong to me!” I pumped his cock faster in time with my uncontrollable thrusts, feeling him tense and arch into my fist. “Tell me, now!”
“You belong to me!” He screamed the words as he came. “You belong to me! You belong to me, you’re mine and you belong to me . . .”
He chanted it over and over. I let the words wash through me, surround and drown me as I came, pumping into my lover with renewed vigor, enthralled and entranced as Jimmy claimed me as his own.
After long minutes of coming down from quite the out-of-body experience, sated and exhausted, I rolled off Jimmy and just breathed while the room blurred and slowly came back into focus. The candles continued to burn and dance soft light across our bodies; the tray half empty of fruit and cheese still held the bottles of massage oil and glasses of wine at the foot of the bed. I was dimly aware of crushed rose petals sticking to my sweaty, heated skin. How . . . lovely.
Then I felt gentle fingers brushing lightly through my hair. I looked over to see Jimmy, seemingly worn out and sweaty as me, with a smile playing about his perfect lips.
“That was . . . incredible.” Jimmy sighed and actually yawned!
“Why thank you, darling.” I found enough strength to boost myself up and pull the exhausted boy into my arms. “How long until you’ll be ready for round two?”
“Mother of God. Do you really want to kill me?”
I chuckled, kissing his crown. “Getting a little too old for long passion-filled nights, are you?”
“You’ll always be older.”
“Touché.”
He yawned again, loudly. Jimmy was always the first to nod off after a good bout of the naughty.
“You know, it was very convenient you showing up here today, saving me from having to endure the horrendous flight to
“Oh? You were thinking of coming to visit me?”
“Mmhmm. Even went out and bought some new luggage.”
“Huh . . . You missed me that much?”
“Of course.” He jabbed my ribs playfully. “Well, to be perfectly honest, I hadn’t really had much time to think about you and us, because work has just been so nuts lately, but then a couple days ago I got this crazy email from Ian.”
“Really?” I’m sure my voice didn’t come off as cheerful as I’d intended.
“Yeah.” He snuggled down into my arms, head on my chest. I could hear his words starting to slur. “He sent me this link of like a hundred pictures of you, and . . . seeing you in those photos got me all depressed and horny at the same time, and . . . and right then, I’d made up my mind that I . . . that I was gonna fly out to see you, cuz I really . . . really missed . . . you . . .”
Well, I’ll be stuffed. Ah, Ian, such a cunning, manipulative, lovable bastard. Never letting his favorite couple stay apart for bloody long. I smiled, admiring his cleverness. I might have to give good ole Ian a call to tell him how we’re –err-- I mean, ask him how he’s doing.
Jimmy’s body had grown increasingly heavy, and his breathing remained slow and even. Losing him to sleep at that point was something I’d come to expect. And treasure. I loved to watch him sleep.
So I sat there, holding my lover in my arms, and chased thoughts running through my head about why I was here. Sure, Ian may have sent the email full of pictures that turned me on like a randy teenager. But it was me yearning for the man in the pictures that ultimately helped me make up my mind to come here, to see him, to hold him, to make love to him.
Back when I’d first browsed through the photos of Jimmy, I’d yabbered on about all the reasons why I’d fallen in love with him – his physical beauty, his sense of humor, his heart. I mentioned how other people only had their fantasies about him when it came to staring at those very pictures, and that the difference between me and those people was that I had the real thing. And that was true. I did have the real thing. I was holding him in my arms at that very moment. To me, he wasn’t a still photograph forever trapped on a computer screen. He was my real life lover. My partner. My best mate. Mine, mine, mine. So, so selfish of me to talk about him like he’s some sort of personal property, or as Ian ironically dubbed him: Private Property.
So while in the middle of making love to Jimmy, I’d realized the true reason why I was here now, why I’d flown halfway around the world to be with this man. Because it wasn't Jimmy who belonged to me, but it was I who belonged to Jimmy.
I’ll always remember that black and white photograph of Jimmy reclined, leaning against a wall wearing a faded cotton collared shirt and white daks, his arm carelessly stretched out resting on his knee, looking right at the camera; and I’ll forever think of him as my boy. But what made me happiest in the world was knowing that I, Hugh Jackman, belonged to him.
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Thank you so much for saying that! I had so much trouble writing this piece because it was from Hugh's POV and I wanted him to sound more Aussie than American (which has very different slang) and the paragraphs were so wordy and UGH I was just getting frustrated. So I'm glad someone thinks it's well written . . . I guess I'll only have to worry about any native Australians who read this little fic, so they can pick out all my slang mistakes. *sigh*
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Ahem. Where was I? XD Oh yes,
1) "little dunny rat" is the sweetest nick ever when used correctly!! XD
2) “You’ll always be older.” LOL!! Sounds like Jimmy to me!
3) I fell in love with your Hugh. I could listen to him for hours, he made tons of sense to me. (and his English made me smile throughout the fic! :))
4) HOT!!! (And lol @ Ian stealing the show when he's not even in the fic!^^)
So who did Jimmy cheer for? The Yankees or the Red Sox? ;D Girl, I love this fic so, so much!!! Thanks for sharing! ♥
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I know, right?! I used the same term in my other Jimmy/Hugh fic and thought it was so cute, and that maybe Hugh used that nickname for Jimmy a lot, lol.
2) “You’ll always be older.” LOL!! Sounds like Jimmy to me!
Heehee, yup! XP
3) I fell in love with your Hugh. I could listen to him for hours, he made tons of sense to me. (and his English made me smile throughout the fic! :))
Thank goodness folks are liking my Hugh. I was so worried because the paragraphs were so wordy and I'm not fluent in Australian slang, so it was tough to try to have Hugh speak just enough Aussie tongue without him sounding like The Crocodile Hunter - CRIKEY!
4) HOT!!! (And lol @ Ian stealing the show when he's not even in the fic!^^)
Hooey YES! I was getting all hot and bothered just writing it, lol....err, is that wrong? D:
And, ah yes, Ian is definitely a scene stealer. ;o)
So who did Jimmy cheer for? The Yankees or the Red Sox? ;D
I'm so glad you asked this question. I threw that line in there because I'm one of those folks who dreams of Jimmy while staring at his pictures, even though I don't really know him. So when I saw two seperate pictures of him, one he's wearing a Yankees cap, the other he's wearing a Red Sox cap (which is a huge huge HUGE no-no to rival fans/teams in the world of baseball), I was like oh no he didn't. I'm a die hard Red Sox fan and wouldn't be caught dead in a Yakees cap, so I want to know WTF is his deal? Is he a Boston fan or a New York fan? Somebody, please tell me!!!
I'm so happy you enjoyed the fic, hon! Thanks so much for your review! xoxo
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Why else would you write it? ;D
Somebody, please tell me!!!
Could he be wearing them just because? Donno, after wearing Oakley all of the time cause he got many free pairs - it sounds like something jimmy would do, no? *shrugs* Let's hope someone will ask him in one of his interviews.. Maybe when he'll promote The Box - they were shooting in Boston... ;)
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Ooh, good idea. Someone needs to ask him. It's such a very important question which needs to be addressed ASAP. XP But I really would like to know the answer. Seeing him in a Yankees cap really kills me. :'(
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Haha, I never really thought about it, but I guess it would be a pretty sexy fantasy. I'm with you, though, on the whole scene in X-Men where Cyclops is chained in that dark room by Stryker. Gah! *drools* I'm trying to think of a good bondage fic between James/Hugh or Scott/Logan that wouldn't be too over the top S&M....but my dirty mind keeps running away with me. Bad, bad, girl.
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What about spanking? @.@ I've been trying to convince sg_fic to write a spanking fic involving the character from Sex Drive (something about the character seems to scream for punishment) :p. Oh and I might be ready to have something related to this within a week or two. *winks*
I also caught part of Enchanted on a 52in plasma in high def when I was shameless taking advantage of Best Buy's A/C today. Considering the one time I've seen the film was on an airplane, I can fully report that James looks even more adorable in high def :)
How about poor innocent Prince Edward being tied up by some vicious, magical vines under the control of some dastardly, but handsome, rogue? I think I'll be quiet and go sit in my corner now :p
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Have you read cyndrarae's spanking fics involving Scott, Logan and (gasp!) Jean? The stories are quite lovely and mmmm yummy. They are entitled "To Love" and "Honor" and the third installment she has yet to write (and a few of us have been quietly begging her to) called "And Obey."
Right now I'm going to try to continue with my X-Men "Home Saga", but after that maybe, maybe I'll think about writing a bondage fic....that kind of thing might turn some people off. Maybe I should post a poll about it and see.....
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Go work on 'Home Saga', go, go,go and don't think about anything else ;p
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Oh yes! I absolutely concur. Cyndrarae, if you're reading this, sweetie, we are patiently waiting for updates of your wonderful In the Beginning X-Men fic! ::helps knock the dust off of your muse::
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