Ladder

This is it....the last part.....and what an ending. LOL

Thanks for all those who read and liked. Who knows, I may tempted to write another fic with them in it one day....if you ask me nicely. ;-)

Two bois having fun...and a revalation, of sorts.....

You give me a ladder now
I surely believe I'll climb
It don't even matter now
I'm willing to take my time

I'm gonna love you anyway
Today and every day (repeat 2x)
I'm gonna love you anyway
Today and every day (repeat 2x)

Today and everyday...


Jordan rubbed against him slightly, like a cat, and Hayden’s eyes shuttered half closed. He rubbed harder, and his voice could only issue a moan. Jordan lowered his mouth towards his exposed neck and nipped at the skin there, his tongue trailing over the mark.

Hayden hissed, his right hand now grasping his waist, pressing him so close he could feel his breaths on his skin, his heart beating against his chest, his cock pressing like molten heat against his groin.

“Wanna….make you…come,” Jordan panted against his neck. “Want you…so fucking bad…”

“Mmm…fuck, Jordan,” Hayden groaned.

“Exactly,” he hissed on his neck. “I want that….I want that now…” He pulled from his grasp, getting to his feet unsteadily, the pants now truly showing his want for him. He pulled Hayden to his feet and muttered, “Bedroom….bed….shower later…want you….”

Hayden didn’t argue, but got to his feet, following the fallen angel into his darkened room. He felt him move towards the nighttable, and flicked on a light. His face was visibly flushed as he began digging inside of a duffel bag, finally pulling out a bottle and a package of what Hayden immediately knew were condoms, then tossed them on the bed before looking back at him.

“Hayden….I know….this is your first time….and it might hurt…but if I wait another minute, I might fucking pass out.”

He sat down on the bed, looking at him. “It’s…okay,” he stammered. “I…know it will….but I still want to.” I want to so badly, I could pass out my damn self.

Jordan smiled softly again. “Good…really. That’s good. But…if it’s not cool, I’ll stop.”

He leaned back on the bed, propped on his elbows, his eyes in bedroom mode now, and he smiled. “Just so you know…..if you turn me out….I’ll cling to you like a bad habit.”

Jordan broke out in laughter. “Oh, I promise.”

“Promise what?”

“To turn you out.”

//Babe…I have no doubt of that at *all*.//

Jordan walked around in front of him, then climbed on him, straddling his waist and sitting up, looking down at him. He watched his face for a moment, then slid his hands on his shoulders and pushed him down, stretching over him as he laid back. He lowered his mouth and said, “So…..will I be a bad habit, Hayden? Or an addiction?”

Hayden smiled wickedly. “What do you want to be?”

A brush over his lips. “The best of them,” he replied. A kiss, hands clutching shoulders now.

He moaned softly, his hands gently gripping his waist, pulling him down, deepening the kiss. He felt Jordan’s hands move down his chest slowly, pausing only to slip under the shimmering fabric of his shirt. Fingertips traced the skin underneath, trailed over stomach muscles, and moving upwards, skittering over his chest and his nipples, pinching them slightly.

Hayden gave a gasp, which Jordan swallowed. He tightened his hold, hips arching upwards slightly, rubbing leather against leather. The slick sound was amplified in the silence of the room, marked only by soft gasps of pleasure and moist, fevered kisses. They kissed harder and dee eac each wanting to be enveloped by the other’s body, both so greatly aroused that they were sure that the peak would be reached before they realized it.

Jordan broke the kiss. “Out of this,” he rasped. “Out of these…” He moved his hands down again, kissing him as he struggled to undo the leathers for the second time this night. Hayden lifted his hips, not breaking the kiss, and felt him peel them off. They slipped from his skin with a soft, slick sound and felt his legs being opened slightly. He squeezed his eyes shut and his head fell back on the bed.

//I know I am gonna die this time….//

Hands moved up his legs lightly, sliding over muscled calves, moving into inner thighs…parting more….Hayden grabbed handfuls of blanket, biting back a moan. The hands slid on top of his thighs, moving over his groin, deftly bypassing what he surely knew was a major erection. They moved up his stomach, and he felt himself being straddled again, and vaguely noted that Jordan had not removed his leathers, but instead slid his half clothed body over his fully naked one. He shuddered in delight, the grip tighter.

A breath over his neck….a lick of a tongue. Soft kisses….nips playful but passionate. He bucked reflexively, the feel of Jordan making him react so wantonly.

Hands now sliding into his hair, lips over his mouth….kisses being forced, mouth opening under his. Pulling back.

“Hayden…,” A rough whisper. “You can touch me.”

He moaned, eyes fluttering open. Jordan’s eyes were still smutty, but also glittering, like jewels. He now saw how brilliantly blue they were, like sapphires. He could easily get lost in such depths as these. He licked his lips before muttering, “Your eyes…”

“What about them?”

“They’re…beautiful,” he whispered, not sure if he said the right thing….but he couldn’t lie in this state. They were actually the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

Jordan smiled a little. “So are yours….. those ‘fuck me’ eyes of yours.”

Hayden gave a small, breathless laugh. “Yeah?”

He nodded, then brushed his lips again and hissed, “Yeah…” He kissed him hard, fingers tracing his scalp and eyes fluttering closed from the effort. Hayden moaned and reluctantly released the covers, finding his waist again, holding him close.

Timeless time while they kissed…..the room almost too hot for the both of them. Jordan clutching his hair now, grinding against him…Hayden whimpering, so painfully hard now, needing release, pushing up against his groin…fingers slipping into the front of his leathers, tugging them down….moving over to slide the button open….finding the zipper, sensing heat from there, shakily lowering it, now knowing that this was further than he’d ever been…

Jordan tore his mouth from his with a groan and rasped, “Hayden…fuck….stop teasing….” He squirmed against him.

“You…you..sure?,” he stammered, hands stopping and absorbing his heat. He could *feel* him. “I…never….this far…”

He nodded quickly. “Yes…it’s good….yes. You’re doing good….more….”

The soft metal on metal sound of the zipper, lowering more. Jordan biting his lip and sighing deeply. Hayden finally freeing him…could feel his erection near his fingers, so close to his body….his body began throbbing again… He slid his hands around his waist again, then down the back of his pants, sliding under the leather to stroke his skin there. He felt so soft, and yet….so masculine. He kneaded his ass and Jordan groaned, his hands gripping handfuls of Hayden’s hair in response. He palmed his flesh more, making him press his body flat against his.

This continued for several long minutes….kissing resumed….hands roamed now, over bare backs and exposed stomachs….skin on leather and fabric soon morphed into skin on skin, gradually and slowly. They joined the other set at the foot of the bed in a soft heap, tangled as their owners were now with silver peering from patches of black, bodies wrapped around each over, sharing kisses, skin, and sweat as they grinded against each other, coming close to the edge, but stopping short of it several times.

Jordan stopped slowly, pulling back and pausing. He moved his right hand from Hayden’s waist, where it had drifted, to the side and grasped the bottle, flicking it open. He poured some liquid into the palm of his hand expertly, then rubbed his fingertips in it, and slid it back across Hayden’s groin. He hissed- it was cool but smooth, like water, and not unpleasant to feel. The fingers slid over his still-solid erection, moving lower…trailing across his sacs, which made him gasp a bit…and still lower….making him recall what he had done before, when he was going down on him…vaguely he recalled a finger, questing, opening him…and that amazing feeling when he’d brushed…*something*…dimly his mind told him that this was his inner button, that elusive prostate so especially sensitive….//and was that what….//

White light shot through him, ng hng him shut his eyes. //Oh yes….that was what he was doing…// The liquid helped Jordan open him smoother this time, and soon one finger was joined by another….. he tightened his grip on his waist, gasping at this… glorious invasion ….

“Damn, Hayden,” Jordan whispered, “You weren’t kidding…damn…”

“Mmm,” he moaned. Fingers slowly slid from him, and he almost wept. Another pause…and he felt him move again, sitting up slowly. The soft tear of a package….he held his breath. Endless waiting…and his thighs were opened, feet planted on the bed now, hands clutching his ass and opening him. He fought to open his eyes, and witnessed Jordan hovering over him.

“Remember…..if it hurts…”

“It hurts already…not feeling anything,” confessed Hayden. His hands clutched his ass, pulling him closer. “Please…please….”

Jordan smiled softly. “Shhh,” he whispered. “Shhh, Hayden…” A soft nudge, and Hayden felt him pressing against him. He gasped, tightening slightly, and Jordan whispered, “It’s okay….it’s okay…relax…it’s okay…” Another soft nudge, but not forcible… the liquid allowing partial entrance….the feel of warmth as he slipped inside of him partially…he cried out.

“Jordan,” he gasped. “Oh God…”

“Is it hurting? I’ll stop…”

A quick shake of his head. “No…no….feels….oh *God*…” he couldn’t find words enough to articulate. “Please….”

“Deeper,” he whispered, shifting inside of him.

A cry fell from his lips….not of pain, though there was some….but no…this was…like nothing else ever in his life. He felt his legs being raised….a body lowering over his…so close…he felt him inside….all the way inside….the tip gently brushing that spot, making him shudder…//oh, this is too good….too good…//

Jordan’s forehead against Hayden’s, panting. Eyes forced open, bodies trembling and meshed, legs draped over shoulders… face to face now. Faces in total concentration, a sheen of sweat layering each one. Eye to eye…no words spoken.

“Jordan…” A breathless request, plea, command. “Jordan…fuck me.”

A moan. “Oh hell yes, babe,” he rasped, pulling back slightly, then pushing back in.

Thend ond of skin was now punctuated with moans, sweat making damp sounds, soft squeaks of the bed. Jordan moved alternately faster and then slower….slower and then faster, lowering his head to nip at skin, at his neck, at his nipples, sucking and nibbling.

Hayden cried out, moaned, grunted….even screamed once or maybe twice…he was on pure overload, his body being punished and pleased at the same time, over and over, by a demon wrapped up like an angel who was fucking him like a devil. Faster he told him….begging for more, pleading for more…crying out for more and more…voice going hoarse and lips dry….then smothered by moist lips, lips that panted heat and life into his mouth, swallowing moans and cries…bodies shaking, shuddering, slick over and over….so much passion…almost too much to be contained….

Kisses broken….Hayden crying out….”I’m….I’m…c-c-c-c-” Not finis his his sentence, words too hard to form, sounds formless….Jordan murmuring as well…. “Come, babe…..you know you wanna….come…”

The bed was slamming against the wall now, harder, faster, rapidly. The boys lost in the overwhelming emotions….spilling out of their bodies….over the bed…through the room….filling the entire flat with their need, their want….

Haydeoke oke first, screaming as Jordan pummeled him, his inner pleasure core finally too filled with need to handle more teasing….white heat spilling out of his body, like semi-clear rivers….his body peaking, peaking…and falling down rapidly…..

Jordan buried his face into Hayden’s neck, moaning as he came as well, shaking, shivering, so hard…so deep…so needed…

Collapse…finally. Shaking bodies finally settling….positions eased….legs lowered and promptly wrapped around a narrow waist. Panting…breathing….calming down….passion still in the air, but not overpowering as before.

Hayden slowly opened his eyes, still recovering. His body felt sore already…and yet supremely satisfied. He still felt him inside of him…and marveled at how it didn’t feel shameful or disgusting. It just felt…good. He wrapped his arms around him, holding him close.

He felt him smile against his neck. “That…was…without a doubt…fucking amazing,” Jordan replied. He kissed his neck, tasting the salty skin. “You were….wow.”

Hayden smiled to himself. “Yeah?,” he rasped.

A nod. “Oh yeah. Definitely yeah.” He raised his head, hair now completely flat, mouth lush and skin bright, but still made no move to slip from inside of him. He smiled. “Without a doubt.”

A grin back. “Good,” he replied, reaching for his lips for a kiss, which was returned- not so hungry, and more than bit comforting now.

Silence fell over thes, ts, the room, the flat…and sleep soon followed.



Lights. Had to be morning. Hayden sighed loudly, rolling on his side to face Jordan…and was greeted with an empty though used pillow. He opened an eye slowly, then raised up slightly. Looking around, he found the early morning light filtering in from the outside, the shades partially drawn.

“Jordan?,” he called out, voice hoarse. Then he heard the running of water, and knew that he was in the shower. He smiled a bit, recalling why he hadn’t gotten one last night, and dropped his head back on the pillow. He saw a wallet on the nightstand, and figured it was Jordan’s.

He was always terrible about snooping….and this was no exception. He stretched over and lifted it from the table. He flipped it open and saw the usual: pictures, a couple of credit cards, an automated cash machine card, Blockbuster membership, and some receipts for music, food, and miscellaneous items. He finally flipped to his driver’s license, and stopped short. Height: five-seven….eyes: blue….hair: brown….corrective lenses for driving…then his full name. Oh, it was Jordan, all right.

Elijah Jordan Wood, to be exact.

He dropped the wallet like a hot coal and sat up quickly. He knew now why he was so familiar- those eyes, he should have known……and that smile… it was too obvious now. But in the heat of last night, it wasn’t something that was asked. Jordan…//no, you dummy, it’sjah…jah….//


He had just slept with Elijah Wood.

//Holy fucking shit.//

Of course he knew who *Elijah* Wood was. Like himself, a major star in a well-known series. Well….*he* was a major star, Hayden was still getting there. But he was in a movie with some big names, so that counted for something. But Elijah….he had seen most of his movies, and thought he was excellent in ‘The Ice Storm’. He even liked him in ‘The Faculty’, though he seemed like the cutest geek he knew.

//This is a big deal.//

The water shut off, and he looked up. He quickly put the wallet back on the nighttable before he came in and laid back down.

Jordan- //ELIJAH, Hayden//- strolled in, a towel around his narrow waist, and saw Hayden, then smiled.

“Hey, didn’t wake you, did I,?” he asked with a smile, walking to his side of the bed.

Hayden shook his head. “No…no, woke myself up.”

“Okay.” He grinned then climbed onto the bed and into his lap. He smelled like warm water, the sea and a scent that could only be his own. Hayden- who was naked- was mentally fighting the way it affected him. He lowered his head and kissed him lightly, then said, “You hungry? Got some stuff in the fridge.”

“Umm…a little…but it can wait.” He looked so different without the spikes and makeup. He looked more like a teenager. Eyes still fucking brilliant, but hair wet and spiky. A little punk rock boy, at the moment.

He paused. “Hayden….you okay?,” he asked, looking serious.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.”

“You look….pained.” He stopped. “Fuck, are you sore? Did I….hurt you?”

To be honest, though he was a little sore, it amounted to no more than a sore muscle to him. He warily touched his face and said, “No…no, you didn’t. Not at all. It felt….really good.”

With a smile, he replied, “Good. I mean….I know how the day after is kinda pain city, but just wanted you to not be sore.” He lowered head ead and snuggled against his chest.

A part of Hayden twitched. While he knew that the person lying against him was surely one of the most talented people in the country, his body seemed to react to him as it had since last night- with arousal, not awe. And he still wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. He slowly embraced him, his heart beating harder than before.

A laugh. “This is so weak, eh,” he said lightly. “But damn, you feel so good right now.”

He smiled. “Thanks.”

Jordan raised his head and said, “So….do you…have to go…anytime soon?” He then bit his lip anxiously.

He shook his head. “Only work the weekdays. Weekends are mine.”

“Good.” A sigh. “I hate working full weeks.”

“Well…actors do that,” then he paused. //Shit….that fucking slipped. Maybe he won’t notice….//

He nodded. “Yeah, guess so. I do wanna take off some time, though. I miss just sleeping late and eating junk food and playing video games all day. You can’t do that on a set.”

“Nah, not if you’re starring.” //AGAIN with the big mouth. You can’t hold shit in, can you, Hayden.//

He smiled, propping his head up on his folded hands. “Hayden….you sure you’re okay?”

“Of course,” he said quickly.

A wider smile. “Hayden…you know, don’t you?”

“Know what?”

“Who I am.”

“Who you are?,” he asked, trying to focus on his heart.

“Hayden…it’s okay if you know. I mean…I thought you knew last night.”

Okay, so I am slow. “I don’t know-”

“Hayden….stop. If you know, just say you know. It’s okay. I won’t be mad.”

He looked at him for a long time, staring into pools of blue, before answering. “I didn’t know. I promise I didn’t. Not until-”

“Until when?”

Sighing, he said, “About ten minutes ago.” Noting his look, he replied, “I’m sorry…but umm…” He glanced at his wallet.

He followed his eyes, then grinned. Looking back at him he said, “You should work for Intelligence, you nosy bastard.”

“I’m sorry…it’s such a bad habit…”

A finger on his mouth. “It’s okay. To be honest…I really thought that was the reason you came back with me.”

Hayden paused. “Because….because of who you were?,” he asked, surprised.

He nodded.

“No way. I mean….no, it wasn’t that. I just thought….I thought you were….just….pretty.”

“You didn’t know who I was?”

He shook his head. “Really…no, I didn’t. I really didn’t. I just liked…..you.”He gHe gave a small smile. “And now that you know who I am?,” he asked, a brow raised slightly.

“I didn’t sleep with Elijah Wood…..I slept with Jordan, a pretty punk goth boy. A person, not the name.” And that’s the truth.

His smile grew wider. “Would you…if he asked…sleep with Elijah Wood?,” he asked coyly.

Hayden chuckled. “Is he asking?”

“Definitely. After last night? No doubt.”

Hayden laughed and slipped his arms around him, pulling him close. “And you didn’t mind sleeping with a B-list star?”

“Stop that. You were in a fucking movie with Ewan McGregor, Christopher Lee *and* Samuel L. fucking Jackson. You ain’t B-list at *all*.”

“So…you knew me too, huh?”

“I saw ‘Attack of the Clones’ 5 times in the movies. Of *course* I knew you. I envied you playing against Ewan. He’s amazing.”

“He is cool.”

Moving closer to his mouth, he whispered, “Tell me….is he as flirty as he seems?”

Hayden grinned. “Oh man, *is* he,” he replied. “We celebrated New Year’s together while shooting…and at midnight he fucking *kissed* me. Said it’s tradition in Scotland. Everyone kisses and makes out with everyone else.”

“Wow….that’s cool. So…what was he like?”

“Well….let’s just say that no one else got a chance with him,” Hayden said smiling. “He’s a good kisser.”

Elijah chuckled. “Remind me to be in the same room with him next New Year’s.”

“No problem.”

A soft kiss. “You still hungry?,” he asked Hayden. “There’s some juice and stuff…..”

“I’m cool for now. Thanks.”

A pause. “So…what do you want to do now?”

Smile. “Kiss me again and find out.”

He did. And he showed him.


~END~