No copyright infringement intended, just a fun story I wrote about Dermot O'Leary and Jensen Button... Whether or not my portrayals of real people are accurate, these stories are intended for adults (or curious teens who are, of course, of legal consenting age...)... if you don't like men having sex... why the hell are you on Nifty and do us a favor and go away... seriously. If you have comments please send they will be welcome. Please leave positive and negative feedback so I know whether or not to hang up my computer. This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
(Author's note = A/N ) Please RE-READ MY CELEBRITY sexuality clause that I will repost just so I cannot be sued by anyone... and remember that this is JUST A STORY! This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
This is a one chapter story... there will be no sequel.
Dermot O'Leary felt sick to his stomach, like every night he went out for a crowd. His Irish mum had always told him, "The butterflies are a good thing, Dermot. It let's you know you're still humble and not above makin' a mistake." Dermot smiled as he thought of his mum. She had been his biggest supporter when he had moved into television, or as she called it, "seein' stars on my telly." Dermot smoothed his tie, a nervous habit he had picked up on the set of X factor. Thank goodness no one seemed to notice. Why should I feel nervous, he thought. I'm just introducing the winner of the Formula One World Championship. Even thinking it, he felt stupid. It was a big deal, and he knew it. He had no idea who had wanted him to announce for a sport he secretly followed every chance he had. Okay, he admitted to himself, I really only follow one of the drivers. Dermot sighed and slumped against the wall of his dressing room. Of course it had to be the winner of the World championship, his secret man crush for years, Jensen Button. Everything about Jensen was manly, his jawline, his eternal five o'clock shadow, his piercing blue eyes... Dermot felt his cock begin to stir and he started to worry. What if I get a 'visitor' during my introduction, oh dear lord, please don't! Dermot quickly calmed himself down and paced back and forth. He wasn't sure why he had been the requested announcer nor who had requested him. He had received the job months back and the pay was good. (as well as it fitting between his scheduled days on X factor)
"Five minutes Mr. O'Leary." came the voice of Mark, the stagehand. Dermot was surprised by the quality of the reception for the Formula One World Championship. He had expected an outside event with mass confusion. He had been pleasantly surprised when he was told it would be in a more formal style. He was just about to head out to the stage from his room when he saw him. Jensen Button dressed to the nines. He looked like a model for Versace, and Dermot felt his heart twist as the other man leaned to a woman and kissed her cheek and then took her hand. Even though it was a chaste gesture, Dermot figured the woman was his date. One fantasy down the tubes, thought O'Leary sadly.
As Dermot approached the stage he saw Jensen look up at him and smile a huge smile that made Dermot melt inside. Oh god, what is he doing to me? Thought O'Leary desperately. Dermot walked on stage amid a large applause. He talked a little quickly, pausing to crack two small jokes that were well received. He then called for Jensen to come to the stage and get his Trophy. The room filled with thunderous applause and Dermot felt the world slow as he saw Jensen walk towards him wearing a sexy smile that made Dermot's cock jerk and twitch against his pants. Thank goodness for the microphone podium, thought Dermot, who was having some trouble suppressing his erection. Jensen walked up and Dermot moved to the side of the podium as Jensen gave an acceptance speech and then told the crowd to eat some food. (Dinner was being served) As the lights shifted to focus on the tables, Jensen turned to Dermot and said, "Hey Dermot, can I call you that...?" Dermot swallowed hard and nodded, "... Thanks for announcing for me. I know how busy your schedule is and I didn't know if you'd be able to come. I had hoped you'd accept my invitation." The sexy smile was back and his voice was so smooth-.... Wait! He was the one who asked for me? Dermot felt off balance, "Uh... Sure Mr. Button-" "Call me Jensen." His voice purred. "...gulp J-Jensen. Thanks for asking for me. It's an honor." "Is it really?" His voice, while still being low and rumbling, had a genuine happy surprise to it. "Yeah... Ummmm. I'm a big fan of yours on the Telly." The stuttering was starting to annoy him... Being an announcer and all. Jensen walked over to Dermot, who had backed himself to the podium in case he needed to hide his unexplainable visitor. Jensen stood close to him and said in a low, sexy voice, "I'm a huge fan of yours Dermot." The way he had said huge had made Dermot's head spin and Dermot felt his erection get harder in his pants. Thank heavens the audience was more fixated on their dinner than the two men. Jensen moved beside Dermot so that their bodies were flush. Dermot's body felt warm everywhere Jensen touched and as one hand slid down his stomach, Dermot's cock leaked copious amounts of precum into his boxers. When Jensen's hand slid down his pants Dermot felt like he was going to lose control and orgasm on stage. "Uh... Jensen. I ummm... I'm gonna... I..." his breath was gone and he felt flushed. "We could get... caught." The fear and excitement were making Dermot get even closer. Jensen paused and Dermot took a second to cool down. "I don't care." As his hands wrapped around Dermot's cock, Dermot whimpered quietly, silently thanking the sound people for turning off the microphones. Jensen slid next to Dermot and Dermot felt the other man's erection rub against the back of his leg. Dermot was getting close and gave another soft groan. Jensen said, "Go ahead Dermot, I want you to come right here, right now." Dermot stifled a low moan as his orgasm came. His hips gently rocked back into Jensen's bulge and Dermot felt Jensen shudder as he drew in breath sharply. Dermot's cock pulsed in Jensen's hand and Dermot felt his boxers coat with hot cum. Jensen slowly withdrew his hand and made a slow movement to the edge of the stage, Dermot looked around and saw that no one had noticed the two men. He then turned towards Jensen who was off stage. Jensen looked at his hands and then to Dermot. He then took a finger and slowly sucked it. It had Dermot's cum on it and Dermot felt dizzy, as well as still hard. Jensen mouthed, 'your room five minutes,' and vanished behind a door. Dermot stared for a moment before the cold air hitting his increasingly wet pants reminded him he needed to change pants and boxers now.
Luckily, Dermot made it to his dressing room without running into anyone who had wanted to talk with him. He doubted anyone would notice the spot growing on his pants, they were black after all. When he arrived at his dressing room he saw something that made his groin twitch yet again. Jensen was sitting, wearing only a pair of silk boxers, on Dermot's desk. Dermot turned and locked the door. "I've got to..." Dermot began, and Jensen smiled, "Or just wear nothing." said the sexy hunk, finishing his thought for him. Jensen stood and walked to Dermot. Dermot wanted to reach out and touch the man's magnificent chest but he didn't want to assume he could. Jensen grabbed Dermot's hand between his own and placed it on his chest. Dermot's heart skipped a beat as he felt the muscles shift beneath his touch. Jensen sighed contentedly and Dermot moved his hand around, feeling the taller man's body. Jensen had an incredible body, perfect muscle tone, well-defined abs and a face that most men would kill for. Dermot moved his hands to Jensen's boxers and slowly pulled them down. Jensen's cock was uncut and growing quickly. Dermot dropped down and took his man-crush's thick member into his mouth. Jensen grunted in approval as Dermot began to work the head with his tongue. Jensen's head rolled back in bliss. Dermot tried to remove his pants while sucking off the spiky-haired blond. Jensen leaned back on the desk and Dermot finally managed to get his pants and boxers off. Now, Jensen's cock had finally stopped growing at an enormous twenty-three centimeters. (9 inches) Dermot's own 21.5 cm (8.5 inches) cock was already at attention again. Jensen pulled Dermot up and kissed him on the lips. "I want to be inside you Dermot." Dermot felt his mouth go dry, he had only ever dreamed of this. He was still a virgin when it came to this, having only ever topped, and even then it didn't happen that often. Dermot nodded and Jensen pulled him close. He grabbed a bottle of lube from his pocket and slicked up his uncovered dick. "I'm clean, are you?" He paused as Dermot looked confused. Then Dermot nodded and stared at Jensen's cock which was slick and shiny from lube. Jensen pulled Dermot up so he was nearly sitting on Jensen's stomach, Jensen's member rubbing against his crack, teasing the hole. Jensen lowered himself and then slowly lifted Dermot using his bulging biceps. He center Dermot over his member and slowly lowered Dermot down on his cock. Dermot's hole slowly let Jensen's cock in and the sensation was a mix of pain and intense pleasure. As he slid in further, Jensen felt Dermot wince in pain. "Power through it sexy. It'll feel really good soon." Dermot felt Jensen's cock rub against something and his skin felt hot. The rush he felt overrode the pain and his eyes opened wide, "Bloody hell! That's good! Right there!" Jensen lifted him and lowered him more quickly hitting the same spot again, groaning in pleasure "oh god yes... Again. Harder." the request made Jensen's cock get even harder. This time he lifted Dermot and dropped him harshly down on his cock, spearing his prostate with his cock. "oh... Fuck!" Dermot felt coherent thought elude him as the intense sensation took over. Jensen put Dermot against the dresser and began to ran into him hard, over and over. Dermot couldn't say anything, his mind was in a fog. His idol, a blonde god was fucking him and it felt incredible. He stared at the other mans face and smiled. Jensen gave a wolffish grin and took Dermot's cock in his hand, teasing the tip and pumping into his lover, timing his thrusts and the movements of his hands. Dermot's ass was tight that Jensen thought he was going to blow his load in a minute. He said in a low pant, "gonna finish soon... You close?" Dermot just nodded and then he clenched his ass around Jensen's cock. "awww fuck!" Said Jensen as his cock spasmed and began to shoot his warm jizz into Dermot. Jensen's motions became faster and more erratic making Dermot unable to anticipate the pleasurable jerk and electric jolt from his prostate. Dermot felt his orgasm build and he moaned out, "Jensen." as he came shooting three ropes of cum onto his chest. Jensen continued to jerk and fuck him even though they had both orgasmed. Dermot couldn't describe the intense feeling of sensitivity that his cock felt, but he put his hand on Jensen's to stop him. Jensen gave the same grin and began to mercilessly rub the tip. Dermot's mouth opened and his body shook. It felt so good and bad at the same time. Finally Jensen stopped and leaned in for a kiss with Dermot. "To my favorite announcer." He said. "To my favorite driver." Replied Dermot.
REMINDER:
I just wanted to let you know that I have four other stories on Nifty. "Merlin," "Chuck," "Psych," and "The Avengers" so if you enjoy this story feel free to read the other four (all in celeb. section). I appreciate and greatly enjoy comments (the good, the bad, and the ugly) so please, even if you hated this story or want to say hey, shoot me an email. I am completely chill and confidential. Your comments let me know that there are people reading the story and inspire me to write more. Even if you just want to correct something, I don't mind at all.