Title: The Matthew Chronicles Author: Lillian Feeback: lilli_luthor1961@yahoo.com Pairings: Jim (original character) and Matthew Lawrence
Disclaimer: This story is a work of 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: Thanks again Jim for helping me figure it all out.
Jim sat on the plane from Vancouver bound for New York and stared out the window. A smile played over his lips as he recalled the wild party he and Matt attended. Tom Welling and Mike Rosenbaum had called it "The Freak of the Week Reunion Party." Thinking back, the title had been appropriate considering some of the things that went on there.
Instead of party favors, there were condoms and lube everywhere. Jim closed his eyes and recalled a rather awkward encounter he had with Ben McKenzie and Shawn Ashmore. He had needed to use the restroom after downing several beers. As he finished up and stood at the sink washing his hands, the two men spilled into the tiny area lip locked. Jim had apologized for being there and tried to exit, but the two had other ideas. Shawn leaned against the door.
"What's your hurry," Ben purred and pushed the agent back against his friend.
Jim felt his ass brush against Shawn's crotch. He nearly moaned when he felt how hard the man was. He swallowed hard and tried to think of a good answer, but with two beautiful men trapping him in a bathroom, none would come to him.
Ben leaned in close to his lips and teased them as he whispered, "You're not straight are you?"
The equivalent of a mouse's squeak escaped Jim's lips. Even though he was married to the sexiest man he'd ever met and hand mind numbing sex with more than a few good looking guys since hooking up with the Lawrence Brothers, he was always amazed that other's found him attractive.
Ben didn't wait for an answer, but instead pressed his entire body against Jim's and captured his mouth in a hot kiss. His warm tongue slid easily into the blonde's pliable mouth. Ben managed to make contact with every part of the agent's body. The effect caused him to push back against the man blocking the door. He felt arms slink around his waist from behind him and creep up his pullover. Skillful fingers found their mark and twisted his nipples until they were erect. Jim moaned into the warm wet mouth of the younger man in front of him. Shaw pressed forward from behind and somehow managed to kiss along the side of his neck.
Jim's body bucked wildly, not knowing which sensation it craved more, the man behind or the man in front. He felt himself being pulled forward, the kiss unbroken. Ben climbed into the bathtub, breaking the kiss momentarily. He kneeled down facing him and then pulled Jim down so that he was bent at the waist and leaning forward. His mouth was ravished again and again by the OC star. His butt was now up in the air and he felt Shawn rubbing his palms over the cheeks. Jim kissed Ben back, sucking his tongue and exploring every inch of his tasty mouth. He pulled away from the kiss making a loud popping sound and then dove back in, bending even further and leaving a delicious target for the former X-man. A familiar pair of hands once again slid around his waist and quickly undid his belt and unzipped his fly. He gasped when Ben who had one hand draped around his neck to hold him in place for kissing purposes, reached up and stroked him through the soft cotton of his briefs. Shawn pushed his thumbs in the waistband of Jim's pants and briefs and in one fluid motion pushed them down around his ankles. Warm hands roamed freely over Jim's firm buttocks, a thumb teased his crack, dipping in between the round cheeks and then darting back out.
Ben broke the kiss again and rose. Standing in the tub, he freed his sex and pushed Jim's head down towards the thick shaft that bobbed in front of him. The bending motion caused Jim's cheeks to spread open, giving Shawn a beautiful view of the agent's pink starburst. Jim felt cool air cross his exposed hole. He shivered as he bent forward and ran his tongue over Ben's swollen purple head.
"Oh yesss," the boy cried as Jim's skillful tongue played with his slit and lapped at the sensitive ridge.
Behind him, Jim heard the medicine cabinet open and close, before he could register what was happening, something slick and warm was sliding in and out his crevice.
"So good," he moaned around Ben's cock, unable to control himself.
Shawn rimmed his asshole with precision, darting in and out. The pink hole twitched against his tongue and he surged further. Jim turned his attention to Ben's balls, humming against them and sending the OC star into a frenzy. He grabbed Jim by both sides of his head and thrust in and out of his mouth.
"Wait," Shawn grunted and leaned over Jim's back to hand the other man something.
Jim fretted as the cock was pulled from his mouth and the attention being lavished on his ass stopped. The sound of tearing foil filled the tiny bathroom and Jim was grateful they were taking the time to be safe. Matt and he hadn't always been careful and were fortunate to have gotten away unscathed. As he waited for the men to sheath themselves, he vowed to be more careful from here on in. Within seconds the two men were ready. Ben had kicked off his pants and underwear and stood in the tub in his shoes and a tee shirt. Shawn's pants were now in a puddle around his ankles.
Without any prompting, Jim was back on the thick shaft, now covered in latex. He worked extra hard to give pleasure to the young man before him. Ben thrust his hips in and out at a steady pace, surging a little deeper with each thrust. Shawn was now standing behind Jim. He place one hand on the older man's hip and used his other to line up his nine-inch cock against the well lubricated hole. He nudged forward slowly, gyrating his hips and gaining more momentum with each thrust. He breached the hole and felt Jim's muscles tighten around him.
"Mmm, you're so tight," he cried, as he began to push in and out of Jim's ass. Jim reached between his legs and slowly jacked himself; working his shaft with his hand in the same manner he worked Ben's cock with his mouth. The rhythm in his ass sped up and Jim cranked it up a notch sucking and jacking himself in a frenzied pace. Shawn hit Jim's sweet spot and he cried against the cock that filled his mouth. Over and over again Shawn's cock hit its target. Jim reached up and squeezed Ben's balls as he felt his own orgasm overtake him. He nearly swallowed the man whole as his body teetered on the brink of climax. Ben's head was thrown back in ecstasy, as his dick was engulfed further and further into the warmth of Jim's mouth.
"Shit, I'm coming," Ben cried out as he fucked Jim's mouth for all it was worth.
Jim banged back and forth between the two young men, taking it down the throat and up his throbbing ass, Shawn made contact again with his pleasure zone and Jim tensed, clamping down around the cock sheathed deep inside him as his orgasm exploded over his fist.
A few choice words and Shawn came screaming, pounding hard into Jim. Jim continued to moan and writhe finally sending Ben into overload. The OC star stiffened and then let his release come, grasping onto Jim's hair as wave after wave coursed through his body. Jim could feel the warm liquid through the latex and sucked until he was sure he had completely drained the man in front of him.
"Coffee," Jim heard a voice in the distance. "Coffee sir?"
Jim was startled to find a stewardess standing in the aisle. "Yes," he said, feeling his face go hot with embarrassment. What he wanted was to head for the bathroom and relieve the hard on those flashbacks had given him.
A few hours later, Jim was sitting in the apartment he and Matt shared when they were in town. Matt was wrapping up his filming in Vancouver. Jim had confided in Tom about the attempt at blackmail and the Smallville star had agree to keep an eye on Matt.
Jim rifled through the mail and packages that awaited him. He could tell without opening them, what most of them were. Scripts for various celebrities he represented, headshots, audition tapes. Jim opened one marked urgent and popped it into the VCR. He grabbed a beer and pressed the remote to start the tape. He noticed a letter inside and fumbled to open it as the tape began. The paper fluttered to the floor and he nearly spilled his beer as he sat staring at the screen in disbelief.
Matt lay sprawled out on the bed, legs spread provocatively, and bent over Andy's shoulders. The younger Lawrence was bent between his sibling's legs giving him a blowjob. Joe came into view and knelt over his brother's face. His nine inches bobbed over Matt's mouth. Matt licked his lips and took in his older brother in greedily.
Jim scrambled for the note and read it. His heart sank at the menacing words.
Dear Mr. Hunter-Lawrence,
Maybe the world can accept a gay marriage, but incest is still taboo. Call me at 555-3344.
Chad
Jim crumbled the paper and flung it across the room. He examined the tape again. Both Matt's brothers were at the party. While he was being serviced in the bathroom, the three must have gone off somewhere together. Someone at the party had filmed them.
Jim didn't know what to do next. His head was pounding. What could Chad want? He would have to call the man and try to buy some time. He couldn't let his lover's career be ruined like this.
He found the paper he'd tossed aside and reluctantly dialed the number. He willed himself to listen and stay calm as the smug voice on the other end of the line instructed him to meet him at the Grand Hyatt later early in the morning. Jim clicked off the phone, grateful that Chad was in New York and far away from Matt. He cleaned up the mess he'd made and grabbed another beer.
"Think Jim, think," he told himself as he paced the floor. "There's got to be a way out of this."