Faceplant

All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.

Faceplant starring Olivia Rodrigo

by MrMaxLord

(MF, Oral, Cons)

Though she didn't have that much experience with drugs, to Olivia Rodrigo there was no greater high than being on stage. Her only other point of reference as far as substances went was weed, and though there were some wonderful strains out there being on stage, singing her songs to a roaring crowd was second to none. However, one thing came close, and that was being in the audience for one of her friends.

She didn't have many that fit the bill. She had some friends that were also famous that she'd seen perform on stage or in a film or TV show but the audience she was in was of a different type. She was sitting behind metal railings in a folding chair inside an indoor skate park. It wasn't the largest competition she'd been to; those were usually held in outdoor parks; but the excitement was still palpable in the crowd and it was an energy she was adding to.

In all the years she'd known Reilly Castle she couldn't remember a time when he wasn't taking her breath away doing something dangerous. Whether it be trying to do triple flips off of her couch when they were in grade school or when he discovered his true calling of skateboarding in middle school he always managed to make her jaw drop and heart stop. Part of her hated his daredevil antics, especially when he faceplanted and ate shit. She'd signed more than a few casts in their course of their friendship. However as the years went on and they both went pro in their chosen fields the heart stoppage was less from dread and more from sheer amazement from watching what he could do and how he went from being ecstatic he figured out how to do a kickflip and was now soaring through air and landing tricks she'd only seen in video games without a look of doubt in his eyes.

Still, there was just the faintest hint of fear in her heart when she saw Reilly fly through the air. Worry he'd miss the landing and break a bone or worse. Of course that rarely happened. Oh he'd miss on occasion, part of the job, but rarely anything more than a few bumps or bruises and a sprain at most. However, Olivia figured, if a person didn't get even a little bit worried at a friend soaring in the air and doing assorted stunts and possibly crashing hard to the ground then maybe they weren't your friend in the first place.

Mostly though, the singer would have to admit, it was pride and a bit of thrill she felt seeing him spin in the air, flip his board and grind on the railings. Reilly would describe himself as a vert skater but really, in Olivia's opinion, he could do it all. Maybe it was just a comfort thing, she didn't know for sure. All she knew was he was her friend and she loved watching him work, to support his endeavors. After all, he'd done the same in all the time they'd known each other. Even when she didn't have the time to see him during her performances, she knew he was there from text messages.

That's why she was in Irvine, after all. Not just to see and support her friend, but to spend the week with him and catch up, starting off by watching him give the proverbial middle finger to gravity on the half pipe. After that it was all chilling in and about his house, reconnecting after a wonderfully hectic few years for them both.

After all was said and done the competition itself was an exciting spectacle. Reilly didn't place, but he wasn't actually in the competition himself as much as doing an exhibition as a favor to the guy who owned the the park. At this point in his career he was on to bigger competitions with more exposure. Still, friends are friends.

Olivia waited outside for him as he took photos with fans and signed autographs. It was odd to be the one watching it instead of experience it, but a welcome change of pace for the songstress. Once the crowd finally started to thin he made his way over to Olivia who was leaning against the side of his pearlescent midnight blue van, a smirk on her face as he approached.

"Sorry about the delay," Reilly said. "I didn't think the crowd was going to be that big."

"Well, not to brag," Olivia said. "But I do have just a teensy weensy meensy bit of of experience with that." She brought up her hand, her index and thumb pinching the air while she comically scrunched her face to add a cute visual to her sarcastic response.

"Oh yeah, you're like a singer or something right?"

"Or something," she replied. "In addition, I'm also a friend who's still waiting for their hello hug."

"Oh yeah," he said before the two shared a friendly embrace. "Sorry about that. It was kind of hectic picking you up from the airport and heading right here."

"Yeah, I know. Plane delays suck but we got a whole week to just hang out so I think we can make up for that lost time. So, let's start out with dinner. Ideas?"

"In-N-Out," he replied before he paused with a sudden realization. "Wait, are you still just vegetarian or full on vegan."

"Just a a vegetarian and cheese is fine...if you can count what burger joints use as actual cheese, which probably makes an In-N-Out grilled cheese vegan safe as well. Add in some animal style fries and I'm a happy girl."

"Well, let's get to making you happy." The van behind her her honked, making Olivia jump a little as Reilly unlocked it. "Sorry about that." He moved past her to open the passenger door for her. Once he joined her, they were out of the parking lot.

*******

"I'm a little shocked you actually have water in your pool," Olivia said. She and Reilly were sitting side by side, their feet dangling over the lip of his pool and under the cool water of it and each having a half-finished root beet float at their side.

"Why's that?"

"I just assumed you'd rather have it empty so you could practice in it."

"Nah. That skatepark we were just at? I have keys there so if I need to practice I can just do it there."

"Famous enough to get favors, are we?" Olivia asked in a joking tone.

"Oh I'm sure you of course have never indulged in such a thing," he replied in a similar tone.

"Moi? Of course not. I've never done anything like get an annual pass for both Disneyland and Disneyworld comped or accepted a gift bag at an wards show."

"An wards show? Well la-dee-da..." Reilly punctuated his reply by flipping invisible hair, getting a loud laugh from his Filipina companion. "In all honesty, it's not like the owners don't get anything out of it. I mean I'm no Nyjah Huston or anything but I have enough of a name where just me being there has their numbers up. It's like a symbiotic thing minus all the fangs and green drool."

"I'm not sure I get that reference but I'm just going to smile and nod so you don't have to try and explain it to you," Olivia said, followed bile a sarcastic smile and a bit of nodding.

"Probably a good call."

She reached out and gently grasped his hand. "I've really missed this," she said. "It's been a wild few years."

"Yeah, but the good kind of wild."

"I just wish we could have hung out more."

"I don't know, constant touring for you, competitions for me, a global pandemic, yadda yadda yadda missed connections are going to happen. I'm just glad I got the hook-up for free tickets to Billy Joel at MSG."

"Yeah, I guess I do kinda of kick ass," she jokingly said. "Still, I am really looking forward to this week. Just being LAZY. I love working and doing what I do but man I need a lazy week, Reilly. I'm fiending for it."

"Well, if you're looking for a town with nothing to do it doesn't get much better than Irvine," Reilly said. "Which means I'm doing my usual of sleeping until at least 10 in the morning."

"Oh GOD that sounds like heaven," Olivia said, her heart fluttering at the thought of staying in bed with no alarms blaring at her like a sonic sun. "Then laying out by the pool, and just doing nothing...perfection."

"So I'm guessing you don't me to give you a wake-up call if get up first."

"If you even dream that you better wake up and apologize...after I'm awake of course."

********

The morning went exactly as Olivia had hoped. She didn't wake up until 10:45, a treat she hadn't experienced in far too long. No alarms waking her up two hours for a meeting or to head to the studio or to audition or do any kind of function. A clean shot of sleep. After a quick brushing of her teeth the songstress stripped out of her night clothes; a pair of cotton panties and an oversized White Stripes concert shirt; and into a blue bikini. After quick trip down to Reilly's kitchen to grab a Gatorade she decided to lay out by the pool and catch some sun.

Reilly woke up shortly after, not as energetic as his guest but that was nothing new. He looked out the window when he was draining the lizard and got enough of a view to figure out the pool was where Olivia was going. He was still so groggy he didn't really compute anything but "Olivia" and "pool". Such mental arithmetic told him to put on a pair of swim trunks because after all, "pool".

Olivia was laying down on a pool, chair, fully reclined. Her long, dark hair was tied in a bun and her skin was glistening from the sunscreen she'd sprayed on. Her eyes were covered in her sunglasses and ears pre-occupied by the music being fed into them by her earpods. While she hadn't been there long she'd already lost track of anything except the the absolute pleasure of pure relaxation. This of course meant she didn't hear the glass door to the house open no the running patter of Reilly's feet as he ran up to and jumped over her, yelling "CANNON BALL!" before he crashed into the water, sending a huge splash up and out of the pool and directly on to his visiting friend, shocking her right out of her world.

"The fuck?!?" she said, pulling a pod out and tearing her sunglasses off to get an unobstructed view or the rippling blue chaos of the pool in front of her, laughing a little when she saw Reilly's head break through the surface.

"Oh I'm sorry," he sarcastically said. "Did the splash get you?"

"You could say that," Olivia said. "Of course you know this means war." Olivia got up from the chair and walked back the the glass door and then began her own run, finished with a leap into a cannonball, splashing into the pool right next to her host. She came back up for air, laughing as she said. "Gotcha!"

"I guess, but since I was already in the pool and soaking wet I'm afraid I'm going to have to check with the judges."

"Never going to give me a win, huh?"

"Well, when you earn it for sure. You know, like the Grammy wins, performing at MSG with Billy Joel, performing at the Rock And Roll Hall of Fame. All pretty well earned wins."

"Thank you," she said with a warm smile. She swam to the shallow end of the pool until her feet touched the ground walked the rest of the way to a series of steps on which she sat, Reilly in two and taking a seat beside her. "So, got any ideas for the rest of the day?"

"I was thinking of ordering in from a Thai place I know does vegetarian stuff and playing some Tony Hawk."

"Reilly, you're a pro now. You still play Tony Hawk?"

"Of course. It's the only way I do a 900 because I sure as shit aren't close in real life. Besides, how can I be expected to resist that call with the sweet media set-up I have?"

"Point taken. I mean I barely got a glance at it when i got in or when I got up but even in just a blur I figured you wallet must have taken a beating."

"A worthy one. You feeling hungry?"

"I could eat. You got a menu for this restaurant?" Olivia asked.

"Yeah, pinned to the fridge with a magnet. You go check it out, I'm going to do a few laps in here."

"That sounds a lot like working out to me."

"Liv, as hard as it may be to believe, even skateboarders need to stay in shape. So I swim and have a Bowflex."

"Dude nobody actually uses a Bowflex."

"I do."

"I'll take your word for it," she said, stepping out of the pool. Reilly couldn't help himself, getting a full view of Olivia's body, glistening from the pool. The rear view was nice as well as the front, her abs being what would have dropped his jaw the most had he not had amazing restraint. He'd be a fool to say she wasn't gorgeous. Hell, Olivia was scorching hot and he knew it full well. Her beauty was enough to make him appreciate that the effect of a pool on his lower extremities, otherwise known as the Costanza effect, was in full gear because even under the water an erection would have been noticeable.

Olivia quickly toweled herself off a bit before stepping into the house. For the first time she really took notice of it and she had to say, she was impressed that even a burgeoning skateboarding career could pull this off. Then again, it wasn't like he was living too extravagantly. After all, Reilly didn't have a fancy car, he had a conversion van. A nice one, but it wasn't some kind of status symbol.

The fanciest thing she saw was his living and the gigantic, positively decadent looking couch he had in front of his monumental entertainment center. It wrapped around in a perfect half circle in front of a huge TV mounting on the wall. It was covered in what was sure to be luxuriously comfortable cushions and pillows. It was almost like the piece of furniture was made out of mint-marshmallows.

Before heading into the kitchen to examine the menu the songstress found herself wandering into what would pass for Reilly's office as it was just off of the living room. On the was were hung several skateboard decks, each with bright and colorful art, some of it bordering on the psychedelic. There was a desk too, meager. Not cheap or trashy, it just looked like it was there because it was expected. And of course, right as she entered and next to the window was the aforementioned Bowflex.

"Told you," said Reilly, coming up behind her and giving Olivia a bit of a startle. "If you want a guided tour just ask, Liv."

"Just kind of got distracted by the couch you clearly bought from some kind of royalty. The sheer potential comfort knocked me for a loop. Then the Bowflex confirmation just made me all kinds of woozy and here we are."

"Well then please, follow me to the kitchen so we can order and get some food in your system to restore your strength you frail, frail thing."

As Olivia followed him she took note of his body and it was like she was seeing it for the first time. Of course, in a way she absolutely was. While it had obviously been like this she for the first time noticed her wasn't exactly the string bean she'd know for years. It was obvious of course with how he filled out his clothes but Reilly still preferred them loose and baggy. Without them she really got a look and she liked what she saw, and she liked it in a way she wasn't expecting when this little vacation had been planned. He wasn't ripped and that suited her fine. He was very fit however, the physicality of his career had clearly done his body good.

"Here we go," said Reilly after rifling through a kitchen junk drawer. He'd found the menu and handed it to Olivia. "Give it a look. I have that memorized so I know what I want. As soon as you have it we can DoorDash and wait."

After a quick scan Olivia's decision was made. "Panang Curry with Tofu and a side of steam veggies," she said, handing the menu back to him. "And make it snappy." She gave him a sly gin before gently slapping his chest as a bit of physical punctuation.

A few taps on Reilly's phone and twenty minutes later the pair was eating lunch on the carpeted floor in between the crescent couch.

"Someone felt like raiding the deep," Olivia said, referring to the crab fried rice and grilled squid he'd gotten.

"Got a craving for it from watching some old kaiju movie a few weeks ago. All it takes is one giant crab destroying a city and the cravings begin."

"Whatever floats your boat," she said, letting the nautical theme continue, there was another conversation path Olivia was contemplating taking however. "So, I have a question for you. A little personal but it's been bouncing around in my head since last night."

"Ah, a long marinating question," Reilly said with a sarcastic nod. "Proceed."

"Have you ever...well...indulged?"

"In what?"

"Well, you know," she said, looking for the proper words as she took a sip of tea. "I mean there were a lot of cute girls around you when you got out."

"Oh I don't play that game," Reilly assured her. "Too dicey."

"Seriously? Women throwing themselves at you and you never indulge?"

"Well, I need you to be clear on what your asking. Are you asking me if I've indulged in female fans or if in my position I've been in situations to fool around with someone I otherwise wouldn't."

"Isn't that the same?"

"Not quite."

"Well, what's the difference?" Olivia asked before taking another mouthful of curry-soaked tofu.

"Well, fans? Big damn no-no in my book. However, others I may meet in the process that aren't necessarily in that category? Different story."

"Damn Reilly do I have to knock the table over for you to spill the tea? Give a girl something definitive. Are we talking, you know, other famous people? Someone I know?"

"Oh I doubt that," he assured her.

"Only one way to find out."

"Okay," he said, blushing a bit. "Probably the one that was the most memorable because it was more of a weekend than a one night stand. And she's not a civilian but not exactly a big star, not traditionally."

"Okay, now how about the name."

"Well, I'll give you her professional name," He said. Reilly paused briefly before opening his mouth to give Olivia a name. "When she's working, the lady goes by the name Aidra Fox."

"Get. The fuck. Out." Olivia wasn't faking the surprise in her tone and on her face. "You fucked Aidra Fox????"

"Yeah. We were at some event, hit it off and we ended up in my hotel room...then hers...also, nice try burying the lede but how the hell do you know who Aidra Fox is?"

"Well...look, sometimes it gets lonely and boring on the road and wi-fi is every where. Besides, it's not like I'm getting any groupies."

"Really? Not a one?"

"Reilly this isn't the 70s and I'm not in Led Zeppelin. No mudshark story. You've seen my fanbase and there aren't really that many opportunities for that kind of action outside of my backing band and let me tell you, that would be a monumentally bad idea. Appealing, but still not something I'd do outside of my own mind. So I stick to the computer and, well..." Olivia held up her hand, chuckling a bit as she wiggled her fingers.

"Oh," he said, shifting a little as thought of Olivia pleasuring herself entered his head, wondering what her moans sounded like...and what she tasted like down there. Olivia took notice and a world of her own thoughts entered her head, and she wanted more fuel for the fire.

"How was she?" Olivia asked to get a surprised look from Reilly as soon as he wandered out of the erotic haze thoughts of his dinner partner had created not-so-inadvertently. "Aidra I mean. Is she, you know, like she is in the videos?"

"I mean a little, yeah. She was, um, intense but not stage intense. She was the real deal and-" he paused for a bit, feeling cotton-mouthed despite knowing his mouth was watering a bit as he looked Olivia over, getting lost in her eyes and body. "She was definitely like her videos in one way, being the queen of the last drop."

"Very descriptive," Oliva said.

"Sorry."

"Don't be." She smiled, lips parting to show her teeth as he cleared his throat. "She wanted to make sure she got everything she could...fuck that's hot. I love it when she does that."

"So...what do you like to watch Aidra do?" Reilly was somehow getting more lost while paying explicitly close attention to every word Olivia spoke. Suddenly as memories of Aidra flashed into his head, that wild weekend, he found Olivia taking her place. And as the Filipina got into more detail, all of Ms. Fox's details melted away.