'Come On Get Higher' [Mitch Hewer/Zac Efron]
Title: "Come On Get Higher"
Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: Misc. actor RPF
Rating: R
Warnings: Drug use (pot), profanity, sexual themes
Pairing: Mitch Hewer/Zac Efron
Word Count: ~1,600
Summary: "D'you wanna get high with me, Zac Efron?"
Disclaimer: I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY WISH THIS HAPPENED but it did not. I'm not even sure if Zac Efron knows Mitch exists, but he really needs to because they REALLY REALLY REALLY NEED TO MAKE OUT. Did I say "really" enough times there? Oh, and the title is a Matt Nathanson song.
Author's Notes: This is Mitch Hewer. He played Maxxie in the successful British TV show, "Skins," and Danny in the, er... less successful British TV show, "Britannia High." Written for the Zac Efron RPF meme, prompt: "Zac/Mitch Hewer - stoned."
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Girls Aloud didn't exactly bring in the viewers and ratings were plummeting, so someone had the bright idea of bringing a "real guest star" into the mix. "Britannia High" had been likened to "High School Musical" from the very beginning, not entirely unfairly as there were some startling similarities, so it made perfect sense to have an East High student visit Britannia High. They were all very excited about it. Georgina knew entirely too much about the cast's personal lives and Sapphire seemed besotted enough with the kid who played Ryan to ruffle Matthew's feathers, which wasn't an easy thing to do at all. Rana said something about tapdancing blonds that really didn't help matters, and it wasn't until everyone had started to cool off that somebody had the presence of mind to ask who'd be guesting. On hearing the name "Zac Efron," they were instantly shocked into silence.
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The day Zac arrives on set, everyone is being doubly themselves - not fake, just really over-eager. Matthew follows him around all over the place to the point where Zac keeps having to excuse himself to go to the bathroom just so he can have some privacy. When he wanders into what he thinks is an empty dressing room he looks all twitchy, like he's expecting someone to jump out at any moment and regale him with overly effusive anecdotes that don't quite make sense because the storyteller is so nervous they end up forgetting half of what they intend to say. What he finds is Mitch Hewer in a sleeveless white vest and tracksuit, sitting on a couch and smoking a joint.
"Uhm." Zac sounds and looks very American in that moment, standing in the doorway with his mouth ajar and his character's stupid basketball jersey hanging off his shoulders. "Like. What are you doing, man? We totally have to shoot soon."
Mitch exhales in a thick plume of smoke. "Just taking the edge off. You know how it is. Looks like you could use some yourself."
"Huh? Dude, I work for Disney. I'm not allowed to say 'damn' or they dock my pay check."
"Seriously? I thought you were a stoner. You sort of have the hair."
Zac boggles at him. "I do not have the hair,” he says firmly, vaguely offended even though he doesn’t exactly know why. “And I wish I was kidding. Let's just say I learned the hard way."
"Shit." Mitch considers this. "Well, you're on holiday," he says finally, like he's figured out the meaning of life or something. "When in London, and all that."
"But I'm working," Zac protests. “And that’s Rome.”
"Not at the moment, you're not. Right now you're in a dressing room with a bloke who has some pot and, more to the point, is offering you some." He takes in another lungful of smoke and regards Zac with a beatific smile. "Come here."
Hesitantly, Zac approaches. Mitch breathes directly into his face.
"D'you wanna get high with me, Zac Efron?"
Zac looks around nervously, like he's afraid some shiny Disney exec will jump out from nowhere and dock him an entire week's worth of gold stars. Whatever type of pot Mitch has, it's strong. Really, really strong. Zac doesn’t smoke, but he does know that much. He can sort of feel it permeating into his body, just by standing here. "Okay, but just a little."
Mitch beams. "Good on you."
He slings his arm around Zac's shoulder, drawing him downwards while lifting the joint to the other boy's mouth. Zac inhales cautiously. It burns a bit on the way down but makes him feel sort of light and woozy in a good way, so he doesn't mind all that much. Then Mitch leans in for his share and after that they just take turns. Colors look really pretty now, more vibrant, and Zac’s suddenly hyper-aware of his own skin in a very peculiar way. He runs his perfectly manicured fingernails over his arms, making all the nerve endings tingle.
Mitch giggles. “You’re so highhh.”
“You are too,” Zac mumbles, because Mitch is and wow, he is, but somehow he doesn’t really care. He reaches out to touch Mitch’s left bicep. “You’re really… buff.”
“I could say the same to you, mate,” Mitch responds, and then somehow it happens that they’re sitting there, feeling up each other’s arms.
“I’m thirsty.” Zac’s still stroking up and down Mitch’s bicep, watching it ripple as Mitch shifts his weight.
“That happens,” Mitch says very matter-of-factly. “The pot, it’s. It does that.”
“Oh.” Zac accepts this unquestioningly. “Your arm’s really smooth.”
There’s silence for a few moments, and then Mitch catches his hand on Zac’s jersey.
“Your basketball whatsit’s really soft. Like, silky.”
“Yeah,” Zac says in surprise, lifting his free hand and putting it on top of Mitch’s, stroking the fabric. He’s amazed he never noticed this before. “I wanna, like. Take it off and lie on it.”
“Alright,” Mitch agrees affably, helping untangle him when he gets it caught over his head, and pretty soon Zac’s shirtless and Mitch is eyeing his nipples. “I wanna…” He trails off and ends up just nodding at Zac’s chest. “They look hard.”
“It’s kinda cold in here,” is Zac’s response, and then, “Go ahead.”
Mitch sort of leans over, flopping bonelessly against Zac before he begins to investigate. His head slides down to nipple-level and he eyes the left nub, dark against Zac’s taut, lightly tanned chest, before extending his tongue and poking it cautiously.
“Heyyy,” Zac protests half-heartedly, starting to move away until he realizes that the warm wetness actually felt really, intensely good. Like the best thing that’s ever happened to him, ever. “Do that again.”
Mitch obliges, easing himself around to a less awkward angle, and pretty soon Zac’s pressed against the back of the couch with Mitch straddling his thighs, mouth affixed to his nipple.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, and Mitch stops sucking, which just makes everything worse.
“Disney would probably fire you for that one.” For some reason they both find that really funny, and when Mitch gets his laughter under control he observes sagely, “We’re really highhh.”
“I knowww,” Zac moans, “and you moving like that, it got me…” He lifts his hips and laughs. “But I have a girlfriend.”
“I don’t,” Mitch says matter-of-factly. His forehead’s hot so he presses it against the front of Zac’s shoulder, which is sort of cooling but not really, only the motion’s made him realize that somehow he’s hard too so it wasn’t a completely pointless exercise. “What are we gonna, like. Do about this?”
Zac grins. He tweaks his own nipple, still sensitive from Mitch’s earlier ministrations, and trails his fingers down his stomach, looking utterly fascinated. He undoes the button on his jeans. “I’m gonna…” He delves inside. The fabric feels soft against him but he knows fresh air will feel better. “You can help.”
Mitch rolls off and onto his back, spread-eagles himself across the part of the couch Zac’s not taking up. He tugs at his own jeans. “Nah, I’ll do me.”
“You do me,” Zac insists, annoyed in a pouty kind of way. Mitch agrees just to shut him up.
Zac’s really smooth. Like, he doesn’t have any hair on his body, and that’s weird but it feels nice. Mitch waxes the hair off his chest, of course - he’s a dancer - but he lets it grow a bit… down there. Zac giggles when he sees, leans down and nuzzles with his nose.
“You smell good,” he declares.
Mitch grins, slipping his hand into the other boy’s boxers and releasing Zac’s cock from its constraints. Zac’s hard - really hard. He runs his fingers up and down it because he likes how it feels.
“I’m still really thirsty,” Zac murmurs, breath hitching when Mitch hits a sensitive point. Mitch decides the best way to make him quiet is to kiss him, so that’s what he does.
It’s a pretty amazing kiss all round. Zac feels the hum of the other boy’s energy against his lips, the irresistible vibrating warmth. Mitch tastes like the English chocolate he and Georgina had been sharing earlier, and the little raised roughnesses on his tongue feel really… lickable.
They manage to co-ordinate themselves enough so that their cocks are in each other’s hands, their mouths still pressed together. They jack each other off sloppily, uneven strokes forming a bizarre non-rhythm, melding with their grunts and sighs. At some point Zac topples backwards onto one arm of the couch and Mitch falls on top of him, but all that changes is that he has to reach down at a bit more of an angle in order to successfully grasp Zac’s dick.
Zac can feel his balls tightening, a new and bizarre feeling in itself when high, and he’s about to say something when the orgasm bubbles up within him suddenly, before he even really knows it’s coming. He grips Mitch’s cock tightly, which makes the other boy yelp and thrust instinctually, and they both climax at exactly the same time, splattering each other in pearlescent stickiness. As if by unspoken agreement, they switch hands and both jerk themselves off until they’ve ridden it out.
Mitch kisses him lazily when it’s over, tonguing at his teeth and the side of his cheek because the textures go from hard to soft really fast and it’s cool. He rests his head on Zac’s chest, licks an errant spatter from the other boy’s left pectoral, and murmurs, “Salty.”
He expects Zac to have something to say to that, or want to try it for himself or something, but when he looks up the other boy’s staring at the ceiling with a blissed-out smile on his face, obviously in the middle of some exquisite reverie. Mitch doesn’t want to interrupt.
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Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: Misc. actor RPF
Rating: R
Warnings: Drug use (pot), profanity, sexual themes
Pairing: Mitch Hewer/Zac Efron
Word Count: ~1,600
Summary: "D'you wanna get high with me, Zac Efron?"
Disclaimer: I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY WISH THIS HAPPENED but it did not. I'm not even sure if Zac Efron knows Mitch exists, but he really needs to because they REALLY REALLY REALLY NEED TO MAKE OUT. Did I say "really" enough times there? Oh, and the title is a Matt Nathanson song.
Author's Notes: This is Mitch Hewer. He played Maxxie in the successful British TV show, "Skins," and Danny in the, er... less successful British TV show, "Britannia High." Written for the Zac Efron RPF meme, prompt: "Zac/Mitch Hewer - stoned."
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Girls Aloud didn't exactly bring in the viewers and ratings were plummeting, so someone had the bright idea of bringing a "real guest star" into the mix. "Britannia High" had been likened to "High School Musical" from the very beginning, not entirely unfairly as there were some startling similarities, so it made perfect sense to have an East High student visit Britannia High. They were all very excited about it. Georgina knew entirely too much about the cast's personal lives and Sapphire seemed besotted enough with the kid who played Ryan to ruffle Matthew's feathers, which wasn't an easy thing to do at all. Rana said something about tapdancing blonds that really didn't help matters, and it wasn't until everyone had started to cool off that somebody had the presence of mind to ask who'd be guesting. On hearing the name "Zac Efron," they were instantly shocked into silence.
--
The day Zac arrives on set, everyone is being doubly themselves - not fake, just really over-eager. Matthew follows him around all over the place to the point where Zac keeps having to excuse himself to go to the bathroom just so he can have some privacy. When he wanders into what he thinks is an empty dressing room he looks all twitchy, like he's expecting someone to jump out at any moment and regale him with overly effusive anecdotes that don't quite make sense because the storyteller is so nervous they end up forgetting half of what they intend to say. What he finds is Mitch Hewer in a sleeveless white vest and tracksuit, sitting on a couch and smoking a joint.
"Uhm." Zac sounds and looks very American in that moment, standing in the doorway with his mouth ajar and his character's stupid basketball jersey hanging off his shoulders. "Like. What are you doing, man? We totally have to shoot soon."
Mitch exhales in a thick plume of smoke. "Just taking the edge off. You know how it is. Looks like you could use some yourself."
"Huh? Dude, I work for Disney. I'm not allowed to say 'damn' or they dock my pay check."
"Seriously? I thought you were a stoner. You sort of have the hair."
Zac boggles at him. "I do not have the hair,” he says firmly, vaguely offended even though he doesn’t exactly know why. “And I wish I was kidding. Let's just say I learned the hard way."
"Shit." Mitch considers this. "Well, you're on holiday," he says finally, like he's figured out the meaning of life or something. "When in London, and all that."
"But I'm working," Zac protests. “And that’s Rome.”
"Not at the moment, you're not. Right now you're in a dressing room with a bloke who has some pot and, more to the point, is offering you some." He takes in another lungful of smoke and regards Zac with a beatific smile. "Come here."
Hesitantly, Zac approaches. Mitch breathes directly into his face.
"D'you wanna get high with me, Zac Efron?"
Zac looks around nervously, like he's afraid some shiny Disney exec will jump out from nowhere and dock him an entire week's worth of gold stars. Whatever type of pot Mitch has, it's strong. Really, really strong. Zac doesn’t smoke, but he does know that much. He can sort of feel it permeating into his body, just by standing here. "Okay, but just a little."
Mitch beams. "Good on you."
He slings his arm around Zac's shoulder, drawing him downwards while lifting the joint to the other boy's mouth. Zac inhales cautiously. It burns a bit on the way down but makes him feel sort of light and woozy in a good way, so he doesn't mind all that much. Then Mitch leans in for his share and after that they just take turns. Colors look really pretty now, more vibrant, and Zac’s suddenly hyper-aware of his own skin in a very peculiar way. He runs his perfectly manicured fingernails over his arms, making all the nerve endings tingle.
Mitch giggles. “You’re so highhh.”
“You are too,” Zac mumbles, because Mitch is and wow, he is, but somehow he doesn’t really care. He reaches out to touch Mitch’s left bicep. “You’re really… buff.”
“I could say the same to you, mate,” Mitch responds, and then somehow it happens that they’re sitting there, feeling up each other’s arms.
“I’m thirsty.” Zac’s still stroking up and down Mitch’s bicep, watching it ripple as Mitch shifts his weight.
“That happens,” Mitch says very matter-of-factly. “The pot, it’s. It does that.”
“Oh.” Zac accepts this unquestioningly. “Your arm’s really smooth.”
There’s silence for a few moments, and then Mitch catches his hand on Zac’s jersey.
“Your basketball whatsit’s really soft. Like, silky.”
“Yeah,” Zac says in surprise, lifting his free hand and putting it on top of Mitch’s, stroking the fabric. He’s amazed he never noticed this before. “I wanna, like. Take it off and lie on it.”
“Alright,” Mitch agrees affably, helping untangle him when he gets it caught over his head, and pretty soon Zac’s shirtless and Mitch is eyeing his nipples. “I wanna…” He trails off and ends up just nodding at Zac’s chest. “They look hard.”
“It’s kinda cold in here,” is Zac’s response, and then, “Go ahead.”
Mitch sort of leans over, flopping bonelessly against Zac before he begins to investigate. His head slides down to nipple-level and he eyes the left nub, dark against Zac’s taut, lightly tanned chest, before extending his tongue and poking it cautiously.
“Heyyy,” Zac protests half-heartedly, starting to move away until he realizes that the warm wetness actually felt really, intensely good. Like the best thing that’s ever happened to him, ever. “Do that again.”
Mitch obliges, easing himself around to a less awkward angle, and pretty soon Zac’s pressed against the back of the couch with Mitch straddling his thighs, mouth affixed to his nipple.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, and Mitch stops sucking, which just makes everything worse.
“Disney would probably fire you for that one.” For some reason they both find that really funny, and when Mitch gets his laughter under control he observes sagely, “We’re really highhh.”
“I knowww,” Zac moans, “and you moving like that, it got me…” He lifts his hips and laughs. “But I have a girlfriend.”
“I don’t,” Mitch says matter-of-factly. His forehead’s hot so he presses it against the front of Zac’s shoulder, which is sort of cooling but not really, only the motion’s made him realize that somehow he’s hard too so it wasn’t a completely pointless exercise. “What are we gonna, like. Do about this?”
Zac grins. He tweaks his own nipple, still sensitive from Mitch’s earlier ministrations, and trails his fingers down his stomach, looking utterly fascinated. He undoes the button on his jeans. “I’m gonna…” He delves inside. The fabric feels soft against him but he knows fresh air will feel better. “You can help.”
Mitch rolls off and onto his back, spread-eagles himself across the part of the couch Zac’s not taking up. He tugs at his own jeans. “Nah, I’ll do me.”
“You do me,” Zac insists, annoyed in a pouty kind of way. Mitch agrees just to shut him up.
Zac’s really smooth. Like, he doesn’t have any hair on his body, and that’s weird but it feels nice. Mitch waxes the hair off his chest, of course - he’s a dancer - but he lets it grow a bit… down there. Zac giggles when he sees, leans down and nuzzles with his nose.
“You smell good,” he declares.
Mitch grins, slipping his hand into the other boy’s boxers and releasing Zac’s cock from its constraints. Zac’s hard - really hard. He runs his fingers up and down it because he likes how it feels.
“I’m still really thirsty,” Zac murmurs, breath hitching when Mitch hits a sensitive point. Mitch decides the best way to make him quiet is to kiss him, so that’s what he does.
It’s a pretty amazing kiss all round. Zac feels the hum of the other boy’s energy against his lips, the irresistible vibrating warmth. Mitch tastes like the English chocolate he and Georgina had been sharing earlier, and the little raised roughnesses on his tongue feel really… lickable.
They manage to co-ordinate themselves enough so that their cocks are in each other’s hands, their mouths still pressed together. They jack each other off sloppily, uneven strokes forming a bizarre non-rhythm, melding with their grunts and sighs. At some point Zac topples backwards onto one arm of the couch and Mitch falls on top of him, but all that changes is that he has to reach down at a bit more of an angle in order to successfully grasp Zac’s dick.
Zac can feel his balls tightening, a new and bizarre feeling in itself when high, and he’s about to say something when the orgasm bubbles up within him suddenly, before he even really knows it’s coming. He grips Mitch’s cock tightly, which makes the other boy yelp and thrust instinctually, and they both climax at exactly the same time, splattering each other in pearlescent stickiness. As if by unspoken agreement, they switch hands and both jerk themselves off until they’ve ridden it out.
Mitch kisses him lazily when it’s over, tonguing at his teeth and the side of his cheek because the textures go from hard to soft really fast and it’s cool. He rests his head on Zac’s chest, licks an errant spatter from the other boy’s left pectoral, and murmurs, “Salty.”
He expects Zac to have something to say to that, or want to try it for himself or something, but when he looks up the other boy’s staring at the ceiling with a blissed-out smile on his face, obviously in the middle of some exquisite reverie. Mitch doesn’t want to interrupt.
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