Re: RPF (actor), Brandon Routh/Christian Bale, struggle to roll over Part 4/4
Brandon's hands clenched into fists as his cock jerked painfully in his pants. Grabbing Christian roughly by the hips he flipped him over onto his stomach, exposing the beautifully taut ass he had spent so much time fantasizing about whilst jerking off. Reaching into his trouser pocket he pulled out his spare supplies before shoving his trousers and briefs down and rolling on the condom with trembling hands. Tearing open the lube, he quickly slicked his cock and then his fingers. Bracing a hand on the small of Christian's back, he slid warm, wet fingers slowly all the way down the dark crease until he reached the tight, quivering pucker nestled within, teasing it lightly before steadily pushing in a finger, quickly followed by another and then a third.
Christian gasped and pressed his forehead into the cool solid wood of the table, feeling himself steadily being stretched and opened by relentless fingers scissoring and twisting in deep. Memories of Liam and all the numerous instances he had come undone at his hands floated up through the haze, the recollection burning a hot trail all the way down his spine. You could make me scream too. And then he almost did as he felt the fingers slip out and Brandon's thick, pulsing cock slide in, thrusting in hot and hard and deep.
Brandon's jaw dropped open as he was finally sheathed in glorious tight heat, gripping Christian's hips as he snapped his own hips back and forth, his strokes increasing in strength and pace as Christian began to shove back on each thrust, their moans and panting breath filling the silent room. Feeling tantalisingly close to the edge, Brandon blindly pushed a hand down underneath Christian, grabbing his cock and stroking firmly in time with his thrusting hips. Holding back desperately he suddenly felt Christian's ass tense and tighten around him and then Brandon let go, vision whiting out as the full force of his orgasm hit, Christian's yell splitting the air as his own climax took hold, cock jerking and pulsing warm, sticky fluid into Brandon's hand.
Slowly, gradually, both men recovered their breathing and their strength, Brandon kissing and licking Christian's ear and neck before reluctantly shifting and getting up, disposing of the condom in a nearby waste bin and fixing his clothes, cleaning himself up as best as he could. He waited and watched as Christian did the same, his dark clothes bringing to mind another all black ensemble that had his cock twitching just at the thought of it.
Pulling Christian into a long, deep kiss he broke away a few moments later and cocked his head. "So, how about the costumes next time?" he asked, eyes dancing with mischief. Christian frowned then huffed out a laugh, "You really don't give up do you?"
"Like I said before, us Kansas farmboys never give up," Brandon replied affecting that familiar dorky naive look.
Christian closed his eyes and groaned. This innocent farmboy act will be the death of me. "Ok, ok you win," he sighed and then a sly smile slowly curled his lips. "I'll bring the batsuit, you bring the garish ties and glasses," he said over his shoulder as he headed for the door, leaving Brandon standing in his wake. He glanced back and laughed as Brandon's surprised expression melted into a huge grin.