莲七白

素素的生日点梗：eating disorder的pwp。但被我写成了很言情的nc17

。。。。这年头我都下水写RPS了。。。

有肉慎入啊！！太耻了只敢用英文写，四级作文水平见笑了。

写得很赶所以有很多很多很多grammar error。

再强调一遍：慎入啊！！

Hugh JackmanXRussell Crowe

He knew he ate too much. Cheese, chicken nuggets, coke, hamburgers, chips, beers, lots of beers. He can’t help himself. He was angry, frustrated. A few minutes ago he yelled at somebody on the set and stormed back to his van. Some fools tried to play the superhero and ruins the whole play. Such a disaster, a total waste of his time.

He was very well conscious Hugh was watching.

He also knew he was gaining weight, again. He has given up weighing, actually, he crushed the scale. Why did he need such a thing to remind him how terribly looking he is right now?

Russell slumped in his sofa, made a heavy puff sound. He opened another can of beer, toasted it within one gulp, held the tin, and began thinking.

This is Hugh’s film, not his. Hugh is playing the big shining leading male, he was the old daddy hiding in the background with a few uncritical lines. That’s all. Why did he even take the role? To see Hugh more, of course. He hasn’t seen the younger actor for a few months.

He watched Hugh play on the set. Hugh is a good actor, of course, but not as terrific as he is. He is the one who gets the real talent and can hold on it. But now Hugh is on the front stage, pretty face, strong body, long legs, punching the bad guys as he used to do. And he, Russell Crowe, the Academy Winner, king of the Radiator, plays the weak soft sweet daddy, hiding in the shadows, as if a perfect reflection of the younger himself.

He wasn’t about to blame anyone, he is no longer 30, he is out of shape, and that’s how entertainment industry works, they always stick to the younger and prettier, and of course, the slimmer.

I used to won the sexiest man in the world. Twice. He thought. He emptied the second (or the third? He forgot to count in the middle) beer. His head burned, he fetched himself a full hands of chocolates and tucks into mouth. Bite, chew, bite, swallow. Too much sweet taste turned into some kind of bitter and sour. He didn’t really mind. He can’t really tell the taste ever since his eating disorder relapses.

There was a knock on the door. Russell pretended he didn’t hear it. Damn anyone who wanted to drag him out of his cozy van and back to the set. He didn’t want to see anyone right now. He shouldn’t take the role in the first place. Damn Hugh and his pretty face, warm smile and polite gestures.

The knock continued like forever. Russell sighed. Then it’s definitely Hugh. He shouted out. “It’s not locked!” 

The door opened, Hugh walked in. Still in his costume, a cowboy suit, with all the glamour of a western ranger: shining boots, leather jackets, bulky belts, cowboy hat, et cetera. He looked concerned, with a glance at Russell’s van, spotted the junk food and the empty cans.

“You alright, Rusty?” He asked. “I don’t want to put too much pressure on you. I know you don’t earn much from this play, I just thought it might be good to have you back to the stage…”

Blah blah blah, so typical Hugh’s false comfort. Russell has far gone tired of it. He waved his hand and Hugh stoped talking.

“I was thinking of you.” Russell said, in a smooth cheesy tone. “You look absolutely gorgeous in that suit. The audience will go crazy. The new sex god? It’s even more intriguing than your Wolvies, I can imagine. Wow, look at you. The young Nancy literally glues her eyes on you. Did she try to jump on you?”

“How much did you drink, Rusty?” Hugh asked, came a little closer, sit next to him. “I think we talked about these.” He pushed the dish of snacks away, Russell made a protest sound. “You can do whatever you want, surly I don’t want to manipulate your life. But cheer up, pal, you can still do this easy cheesy.” He made a small gesture. “Just forget it, make it done. You will get a big bag of cash without all the dirty sweaty muscle job, isn’t that great?”

“By playing a coward?” Russell laughed, while Hugh tried to protest, he waived him off. “Ok, Hugh, I don’t have any complaint about the character, you and I both knew it’s not about the character.” He paused, looks Hugh in the eye. “It’s never about the characters, and you knew it as clear as crystal.”

Hugh looked tense. He actually froze a little. Russell just scrutinized him. His jaw formed a tense line.

“You fancy me.” Russell said, in a quiet but sure way. “But you don’t dare to admit that. ”He paused. “Pity.” He smiled, his best predator’s smile on the face. Eyebrows went low, eyes focus, a tiny tuned up at the corner of the mouth.

Hugh bite his bottom lips for a moment. He didn’t speak anything. Poor kid, Russell thought, he was only four years younger than Russell, but he has never be strong enough to reach the peak. A good soldier, but never a general. But Russell was a king, a tyrant. He is The King.

“Did I appear in your wet dreams? Which one of me? Maximus? Jack Aubrey? Can’t be Jon El. Ah, I see, the Ben Wade from 3:10 to Yuma? Is that why you dress up exactly like me in that film?” He continued to push, watched Hugh closely.

“Rusty, I am sorry, I am truly sorry, I wasn’t involved in the costume design…”Hugh was blushing, so fiercely that even his ears turned red.

“Do I look like mad at you?” Russell asked. Hugh looked at him, slowly he shaked his head.

“You still think I am hot?” Russell asked. His hand touched his collar, unbutton it till the middle of the chest, revealing the hairs. Hugh stared at him, eyes wide open. Then he swallowed. Russell smiled. 

“I am grateful at your trying to help me out in my downfall, however, am I in the downfall?” Russell kept talking. He put his hand at Hugh’s thigh, stroking the soft wool fabric, feeling the solid muscle underneath. “The hottest actor in the world, my dear Hugh, why not you tell me, am I as hot as I was?”

“You are hot as damn.” Hugh answered by grabbing his chin, and sealed his mouth with a fury kiss.

They made out in the sofa. Poor furniture can’t support their weight together，made a terrible squeezing sound and nearly collapsed. Hugh grabbed his shoulder and tossed him to the bed, ripped off his pants and slapped him on the butt. An unexpected but welcoming act. Russell cried out in joy. The younger indeed is strong and eager to please him. Russell lay on his back, all the way on the bed, feeling his belly trembling under the pleasant sensation while Hugh worked him out with fingers. It took some time for him to work the angle and Russell grew grumpy and inpatient.

“First time you fuck someone as big as I am?” Russell asked. “Isn’t that sick? Turned on by a big bag of fat? You can fuck an ewe then, oh wait, ewe is much slimmer.”

“Would you please stop it?” Hugh said. “I wasn’t the one who put you in this condition.”

“Aye, aye, ”Russell waved his hand. He felt hot and cold at the same time. He wanted to cover his eyes. God he wasn’t been penetrated for years. He was tense, of course, but he wanted this ever since he met Hugh in their early corporation in Les Misérables. When Hugh walked in the studio, with sunshine gilded his hair, smiled and laughed like the most easy going person in the world, looked at him with those big brown eyes full of admiration like a fucking puppy, he knew he was doomed.

He is old now. Russell Crowe is old now. Australian actors in Hollywood are muscles, savages. If you can’t fight, you lose your crown. First Mel Gibson, then him, then Hugh, then Chris Hermsworth. There are always young, good looking Australian actors flood to the Hollywood, be the sex fantasies and then flop, disappear, go back to the vast grassland, desert, beachside of Oceania. California’s not even their states. Russell has his era, and now he went over it. Hugh? Close. They both knew it. They were in the same sinking ship in certain way and there was no excuse, no exit, no rescue.

He wasn’t sorry for that. Probably he is an asshole, in the end. Cause he has already loathed himself more than anyone.

Hugh finally thrusted into him. All force and forward. It’s not an easy position, he had to carry Russell’s leg, pinned him down. Thanks to his well trained muscles he wasn’t showing any signs of clumsiness. All easy and grace, as he always is. Russell mourned softly, trying to touch himself but failed. He can’t even come cross his full rounded belly. Hugh helped him with that. He squeezedand stroked the little Rusty in the same rhythm while thrusting, gentle but unyielding, making Russell tremble, yearning for more.

He yelled, somewhere in the middle, when his mind was not very conscious and full of sex pleasure. He cried out Hugh’s name (probably a mistake), and Hugh immediately covered his mouth, trying to stop the sound. After Russell calmed down a little, Hugh bent down and planted a kiss on his mouth.

“Shhhh.”Hugh said, quietly but firmly. “I bet you don’t want all paparazzi go wild tomorrow, saying the Australian brokeback mountain comes out true.”

“Jack dies in the end, you prick. “Russell answered with a grin. “You won’t.” He reached out to grab Hugh’s neck, bite his lips. “You know why? Cause I will crown you, my dear friend.”

With that, Hugh seemed to unleash his strength. He thrusted in and out, sweat dripped from his handsome face and fall on Russell’s chest, disappeared in those rich hairs. Russell tried to hold a little longer, but failed. He came out with a happy sigh. Hugh followed him thereafter.

Their limbs tangled together, all sweaty and sticky. They gasped for air for a while, then Hugh sit up, began to dress up, with this stupid content smile on his face.

“Promise you will show up tomorrow.” He said to Russell. “All sober and good.”

Russell humed, lying there, all bare open, nerves relaxed too much to move a finger.

Hugh nodded, smiled again, this beautiful lovely smile that made Russell’s heart ached.

He waved his hand, as a gesture of seeing Hugh out. He hesitated for a moment, and then opened his mouth.

“Hey, Hugh, you knew we don’t give this a fuck, do you?” He said, in this carefully calculated casual way, gesturing both of them.

Hugh turned back, looked at him, his face pale and blank. His nostrils expanded but he held it. For a single moment, Russell wished he could storm back, slap him on the face, strangle him, order him to kneel. Russell would kiss him, as sweet and soft as spring kiss the petals, as gentle as summer breeze kiss the river.

He reached out his hand.

But Hugh was standing far away at the door, soon as composed as ever. “No, we don’t.” He answered with his usual polite smile. Then he closed the door, left without a word.

(抱头退下。。。）