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Christian Navarro was shadowing a mechanic at an auto repair shop.
In preparation for the new season he'd been asked to do this at a couple of times a week. He was beneath a car when Dylan walked in.
"Chris?"
The actor was surprised Dylan was here. None of the cast had ever come this far out to see him. He rolled out from underneath the vehicle.
"Hey Dylan, what's up?"
"Can I talk to you?" he seemed flustered, anxious even.
"Sure, wait in the back," Christian pointed, "I'll be done in five." Dylan nodded and headed into the staff room.
He tried to make himself sit down and stay there, but Dylan felt better if he was pacing. He started to inspect the small room. There was a leather couch that looked as though it had seen better days. A small coffee machine tucked away in the corner. A series of lockers with names scribbled on in sharpie. He saw Christian's name marked above one locker. It was hanging open slightly.
Dylan didn't suspect his friend, but at this point he needed to be sure.
He opened it up and began to look through Christian's belongings. There was a lot of miscellany inside, some obviously left behind by previous owners. Then he saw it. A polaroid camera and a small box behind it.
Dylan grabbed it and opened it quickly, his heart pounding in his chest. He stifled a gasp.
Dozens of photos of himself were inside, all of them candid, most taken on set.
Christian entered. He started to speak but then saw what Dylan was holding and promptly shut his mouth.
"It was you." Dylan stated, simply.
"I-"
Dylan fumbled in his jacket pocket and dug out the polaroid that he found in his trailer.
"Is this you?"
"What the fuck?" Christian snatched the photo and inspected it. "No, this isn't- what the fuck is this?"
Dylan could tell by Christian's genuine shock that he was telling the truth--he was looking at the photo as if he'd never seen it before.
"I found it in my trailer, and I don't know who left it there, but someone is fucking with me... I came to ask you if you had any idea... I didn't think it was you... but... well, what are these?"
Christian blushed and looked down at his feet. If it wasn't obvious before that, it was now. Dylan had never noticed the way his friend looked at him, but now he knew, it was so clear.
"You... like me?" Dylan asked, softly. He put down the box and inched towards Christian, "you could've said something."
"I don't like guys," he said, "usually... but you... you're."
Dylan was an inch away from him now. Christian looked up, and swallowed hard. Their eyes met.
"If I asked you to suck my cock right now, would you?" Dylan asked.
Christian nodded.
"If I asked you to let me fuck you on that couch, would you?"
Christian nodded again.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want to suck your cock, I want to taste your cum, I want you to bend me over that couch and I want you to fuck me until you cum inside me."
Dylan smiled, "Good."
He loosened his belt, unbutton his jeans and let his hard cock loose.
"Go on, then."
Christian fell to his knees and began working on Dylan's hard meat.
Dylan threw his head back and moaned loudly. He wrapped his hands around Christian's head and forced his cock further down his throat. Christian gagged every time it hit the back of his throat but Dylan didn't relent.
Dylan pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his tight muscular chest and stomach. Christian looked up at him, and went weak at the sight. He'd wanted to see Dylan from this angle almost from the moment he'd met him. Dylan bit his lip and Christian felt his hard cock twitch in his pants at the sight.
"You're good at this, Chris. You're gonna make me cum with that hot mouth of yours."
Christian shook his head vigorously.
"Fuck me."
"What's that?"
"Fuck me. God, you've gotta fuck me now."
Christian removed all of his clothes and moved towards the couch.
"No," Dylan stopped him, "keep this on." He grabbed his leather jacket and pushed it against his chest. Christian smiled and put it on.
"Lie back."
Christian fell back onto the couch. His ass stuck in the air and Dylan grabbed them, pulling it towards him. He lined his wet cock up with Christian's virgin ass.
"You ready for this?"
Christian nodded, panting. Dylan thrust his cock into him. Christian groaned loudly and began to sweat against the leather. Dylan leaned over him slightly, his hand pressed against his stomach. The two looked each other in the eye as they panted, almost in unison.
They began to sweat. The heat of the day and the leather were a potent combination. Christian's eyes rolled back into his head in ecstasy as Dylan bit his lip. He was trying with all his might not to let loose and pound Christian for all he was worth. He rubbed his hands along Christian's olive-skinned body--across his chest, down his stomach, across his thigh--he gripped his leg with one hand, and started rubbing Christian's cock with the other.
Dylan quickened his pace. He wasn't holding back any more, he was fucking him with full force, as quick as he could manage.
Christian looked up at him, his eyes watering. He watched Dylan's face closely, his expression one of utter pleasure. He looked at his firm, lean body, admiring the muscles and minute hairs across his chest and stomach. He savoured each thrust, trying to help as best he could to get as much of Dylan inside him as possible. He was dreaming. He had to be. He'd had a dream exactly like this once before, he was just having it again... surely.
Christian tightened his ass muscles and Dylan responded by gasping and digging his nails into his thighs.
"Do that again, Chris... come on. Milk my cock."
Christian obliged.
"Fuck!"
Christian repeated the movement. Again. And again. Dylan hunched over as supressed a scream as he came powerfully. Christian's cock, which had been leaking copiously, erupted with streams of cum. One reached his face, the rest covered his chest and jacket.
Christian grabbed Dylan's neck and pulled him towards him. They kissed.
He wasn't as good a kisser as Brandon... his kisses were coarse and rough. But he was more passionate. He meant that kiss. Dylan melted into it, allowing his lips to be sucked, bitten, and tongue played with.
"I'll help you," Christian said, after they finally pulled themselves apart, "I'll help you find whoever left that photo."
Dylan smiled. "Thank you... and, if you do, I guess I won't mind you keeping your collection." He paused, "I might even let you add to it."
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