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Hollywood is harsh, this Matt knows but it is definitely ten times harsher for someone like him who comes from nowhere. In the era of nepotism--or what they call "nepo baby" on the internet--Matt is like a lost clueless kid grabbing at any kind of stability and recognition. A supporting role for a nonprofit web series? Sure. A small speaking role on another Law & Order episode? Sure. An extra for a stadium scene for an upcoming movie? Sure. This is what he has to do when you don't have your parents' names highlighted in blue on wikipedia. 

However, he still has to be careful too. He doesn't want to accept any job his agent offers him, he may be still new but Matt knows he has the talent. He just needs someone to see it, to see him as an actor not just a wide-eyed kid who craves fame. And thank god Ben Affleck sees that in him. 

Yes, the Ben Affleck. The same Ben who has received so many accolades throughout his career. The same Ben who directed and starred in Argo that received multiple awards. The same Ben who was the fucking Batman. The same Ben who also grew up in the same city as him, decades apart but still feels some sort of solidarity for Matt. 

Now, that Ben is some sort of a mentor to him. It has been almost a year since Matt met Ben. Although Matt is much younger than Ben, he knows what the older man has gone through in his life. His mom used to buy those magazines that talk about celebrities and their secret lives and Matt often saw Ben's face on the covers. Hollywood has not been nice to Ben as well, this Matt knows but seeing him in real life for the first time--not just on cheap tabloids--really painted a picture on how Hollywood really can fuck you up. He feels sympathy for the older man and guess Ben feels the same about him hence why he has taken him under his wings. 

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Good Will Hunting became a box office success after its release. Matt was showered in praises and applause for his outstanding performance and writing. People even compared the mentor-mentee relationship in the film to what Matt and Ben have offscreen. A beautiful coincidence perhaps but it did sell the film even more, that the story came from somewhere genuine, that Matt and Ben wrote this because they wanted to tell a beautiful tale of humans' connection and not just for money. Many praised it for being "a film that touches us deeply when the industry only cares about pumping out money grabbing franchises.” 

Suffice to say Matt's career has launched off with this movie, his agent has been bombarding his phone with messages, calls, and even emails (who even uses emails anymore in Hollywood) about offerings. He's been put on a list that's full of famous actors every director wants to work with. He's a bankable actor. His life has changed for the better and it's all mostly thanks to Ben. The Ben who is currently under him all sweaty and moaning.

“God, kid.” Ben groaned into his pillow. He loves calling Matt with nicknames that remind him of their age gap, ‘kid’, ‘kiddo’, ‘young man’ and Matt’s favorite ‘boy’ because it’s usually preceded with ‘good’ or ‘bad’. And now Matt wants to know how he does.

“How did I do?” He asks as he pulls out and Ben’s hole stays gaping in the shape of his cock.

“You did good, kid.” With his face still on the pillow Ben reaches behind him vaguely towards Matt’s head, trying to pat his head albeit failing and ends up lightly brushing his face. “Good boy.”

Matt’s cock twitches when he hears those two words. This old man will be the death of him.

With newfound desire and lust Matt starts peppering Ben with kisses. Light enough for the tender afterglow but wet enough to signal that he’s ready to go again. He is still young after all. As he kisses Ben along his neck and back, the noises that the older man emits sound heavenly, at times like this is when Ben finally lets loose, no longer caring about his image of an older dependable mentor. Now Ben is just Matt’s little plaything and that’s all the younger man wants.

Out of nowhere Ben flips their position and pins him down easily, his bigger figure practically covering Matt fully. 

Matt takes a long look at the older man, for someone who’s pushing fifty Ben looks amazing, toned arms, firm and strong calves, still has his prominent strong jawline but soft on the right places. Like his ass and tits, Matt loves them so much to the point he would get distracted during filming then getting scolded in his dressing room but not leaving without getting a kiss or two. Ben would let him have a grope if he’s in a good mood.

Having Ben pinning you down with his sexy body and thinking about their brief getaway from the public just to touch each other gear up his lust again. Matt is fully hard again and he’s definitely sure Ben can feel it poking his stomach.

“You’re hard again just from that?” Ben asks in between kisses. He pulls away and looks Matt in the eyes. “Fucking pervert.” That’s rich coming from an older man who’s in bed with someone basically half his age.

“Well, I’m still a young man full of hormones. An old man like you wouldn’t understand.” He retorts back. 

Ben rolls his eyes. “You’re 27 not 18.”

“Would it be better if I were?” Matt bites and pulls at Ben’s lower lip. The older winces from the bite and Matt licks his lips as an apology.

“If you were 18, you wouldn’t be here in bed with me. I have enough bad track records, I can’t add ‘dating barely legal guy’ into the list. I will still ruin my life but just not that way.”

I can ruin your life if you want. Is what he wants to say but he doesn’t. Instead he says, “If I were 18, I would still try to seduce you.” That gains a full on snort from Ben. 

“See? Fucking pervert.” And Ben goes back to kissing him.

They stay like that for a while. Ben kissing Matt. Matt kissing Ben. And occasionally thrusts his hips back and forth, humping Ben’s soft stomach and leaving precum on him. Marking him from the outside as well.

Ben sits up with both of his knees caging Matt still. “I don’t think I can go again, is a blowjob okay?” Matt groans at the way how nonchalant Ben is about giving him head. He nods feverishly and he receives a chuckle from Ben. The older goes down on him, trailing his stomach and thighs with wet kisses that elicit even more noises from the blonde. “For someone pushing thirty you have a good endurance on you.”

“Shut the fuck up. I’m still young.”

Ben kisses the tip of his dick. Tasting the pooling precum from their prior make out session. “You know nothing, Damon. One day, you wake up and suddenly you’re thirty five and your body aches from the way you sleep the night before.”

“Unlike you, I exercise regularly and go to sleep before midnight. None of that staying up late to study my script or scene.”

Ben bites his inner thighs. Strong enough to leave a bruise for the next morning. 

“We both know you’re lying.”

Matt chuckles. Ben’s right, he was lying. They’re too similar in work ethics. “At least not the exercise regularly part.”

“Shut up. Do you want your blowjob or not?” Ben gives him a firm glare that comes off as seductive instead. At least in Matt’s eyes. 

“Yes, sir.” 

Without uttering another word, Ben takes him into his mouth. Velvety sensation engulfs almost to the hilt, if Matt pushes forward just a little bit he can hit the back of Ben’s throat. However, he knows that Ben is not used to giving blowjobs so Matt holds back, forcing his hips to stay still so Ben can adjust. A few seconds passes with just the brunette adjusting his breath and willing himself to take his cock even further. Throughout all of the older occasionally lets out muffled groans and grunts. Matt knows if he looks down and sees how Ben looks right now, he would throw all of his inhibitions and judgment out the window and make the other man chokes on his cock.

After a grueling few seconds, Ben guides Matt’s hands to his head. You can move, is what his eyes said and move he does. The first thrust is usually the hardest for Ben to take, all the pent up motion and lust that Matt has to hold back are all let out in it. Ben chokes, Matt groans. They work in tandem without any hitch, already found their rhythm a long time ago when they ditched a celebratory dinner after getting their first deal with an investor. Before that dinner, they had been dancing around each other—tethering the line of mentor and mentee   with how they looked at each other when they thought no one was looking—that culminated in a heated and rough make out session that ended with Matt giving Ben the best blowjob ever. However, Matt came after a few strokes from Ben’s sturdy hand and a simple “cum for me, please” mouthed into his neck. Ben kept bringing that up in the first three months of their newfound relationship. 

Whatever this relationship is they both don’t care enough about labels. What they care about is each other, as long as they can have each other at the end of the day then it’s all good. Matt and Ben. Ben and Matt. It’s as if they’re bound to be together. Maybe in another lifetime or universe, they would grow up together and climb the Hollywood ladder together. Or maybe they could just stay together in Boston without having people knowing their name, without having to look behind their back when they’re out together. Just maybe though, Matt is satisfied with what they have in this life and it seems Ben feels the same.

“Your mind is somewhere else. Am I boring you?” To think that Matt Damon—a 27 year old and a fresh new face in Hollywood—would have—academy awarded actor and director—Ben Affleck fake sulking while mouthing and kissing his cock. 

“Yeah, your head game fucking sucks.” This earns him another bite on his inner thigh but harder this time. “That fucking hurts.”

“It better be.” Even through the teasing and banter Ben still has his hands on Matt. His hands are constantly touching Matt, from playing with his balls, groping his ass, teasing his ass, and occasionally playing with his tits. So eager to make the younger man feel good, to prove that he’s good for him. Matt can’t get enough of him, this obsession goes both ways.

Perhaps it’s from the way Matt looks at Ben, the desperation so clear and palpable, but Ben resumes to work on Matt’s cock again. The velvety heat takes him in again and this time they immediately go back to work. His hips are unstoppable, desire and desperation let him loose from any kind of restraint from before and it’s not just him. Ben is eagerly bobbing his head up and down, his movements are fast and desperate even though he’s no longer hard but Matt’s pleasure is his, he eats them up like a starving man.

Matt buries his hand in Ben’s hair. “Ben,” his throat tightens and Matt moans, “I’m close, Ben.” Without putting too much of a force, he tries to move Ben away from his cock but with the way Ben holds him down it seems futile. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum, Ben. Fucking move!”

Ben answers him without any word, just takes him deeper and sucks harder leaving the younger lightheaded and breathless. All Matt can do is just moan and grip the other’s head harder. 

His orgasm washes over him harder than the previous one. His legs lock Ben into place and his hands hold him down to take all of him. All Matt can see is white and all he can feel is Ben. Arching his back drives his hips deeper into Ben’s mouth, cumming down his throat like there’s no tomorrow and he can feel Ben trying his best to swallow all of his cum. However, Ben has his own limit and Matt can feel it when he tries to pull away and hold back the cum from spilling out of his mouth. 

Finally his orgasm ends with his body dropping down to the bed, he was unaware how high strung his orgasm made him. Ben wheezes and coughs all wet, some cum spills from his mouth leaving white trails onto his chin and neck. His face is red and sweaty like he’s just finished running a marathon and it almost makes Matt’s cock twitch back to life for the third time. Ben looks like sex.

“Still,” Ben coughs, voice still raspy for having a cock inside his throat and hitting his vocal cord, “still find my head game sucks, Damon?” 

Matt laughs raspily, “I still give better head.”

“Fucking blow me.”

“I’d love to but I don’t think you can get it up anymore, old man.”