RPS!
There was a sudden crescendo of volume and a rush of warm air as the door swung open. Robert opened his eyes and pushed away from the wall, slightly embarrassed to be caught looking so exasperated. Hugh strode into the room with a tired smile, thumbs straightening the sleeves of his suit. The door swung shut, Hugh sighed in comfortable relief, and it was quiet again.
“Nice tie.” He motioned, smirking slightly. “Is it made out of aluminum foil?” Robert grinned. “I thought the reflected light might blind paparazzi and potential interviewers, although it didn’t seem to deter that one guy with the five-head.” He wondered idly if Hugh had followed him into the bathroom, and why he was just standing there. Probably the same reason he had ducked inside. “Yeah, I heard what you said to Ausiello…” he laughed, shaking his head. “Lisa’s jaw about fell off. I can’t believe that you said Huddy makes you feel nauseous.”
Robert smiled at the floor, the tips of his ears burning. “Why, do you feel any differently?” Hugh shook his head. “Nah, she makes me a bit uncomfortable. To be perfectly honest, I think the show would be much more interesting if I was in a relationship with y-.. Wilson. It was quiet for a moment, and Robert bit his lip, trying not to giggle like a little girl. Whoops. Freudian slip.
“I’ll eat my shoe when that happens” he sighs, and glances up at Hugh. His face is now serious, with a sobering intensity that makes Robert’s heart pound. It’s quiet again, and he wishes he could hide in that little blue room with Hugh all day. “Um…” He mumbles, with no clear idea of what he wants to say. Steely blue eyes are studying him, and it’s unsettling just how wolfish he looks. “It’s nice in here”. He blinks, and Hugh’s lips are pressed against his. All of the blood in his body seems to rush southward, and he feels dizzy as he tells his stunned mouth to kiss back.
Oh my god.
“You must have balls the size of the sun” he breathlessly exclaims as Hugh pushes him against the wall with his body. “You started it” he laughs, and there’s liquid heat in a very sensitive spot behind Robert’s ear. “If it never ends up happening in the show, at least I’ll have this… some semblance of what I’ve been dying to do to you for the last five years.” They both shiver.
Kisses grow frantic, and they’re grinding against each other in sexual frustration. “Can’t… even mess up your hair” Hugh groans, and palms him through the thin fabric of his pants. Robert panics for half a second, eyes flashing to the doorway where shadows snake along the ground. It’s then that he notices the silver latch that has already been slid shut. This was planned. The sneaky bastard.
“Fuck it” he growls, and shoves a hand beneath the hem of Robert’s pants fast enough to take him by surprise. The sudden warmth and pressure has him gasping against Hugh’s mouth, and he’s thankful for the lack of subtlety. The tiles behind him are no longer cool to the touch; everything is hot, constricting, and frustrating. His knees almost give out on him as Hugh sucks on his neck, pumping his hand erratically and breathing like a marathon runner. “Ss-stop” he gasps, and whines low in his throat as the other man drops to his knees and oh god don’t ever stop I’ll hate you if you stop.
The world narrows and disappears around Hugh’s skillful fingers and the confines of his wet-hot mouth, wrapped snugly and possessively around his cock. Fingers tangle themselves in his silver-streaked hair. The pressure builds until it’s painful and white light flashes behind his eyes. Wordless moans reverberate through the small room; the tiles amplify every wet suck and panting breath. Hugh grabs his ass and his hips jerk; causing him to accidentally thrust deep into his throat. He comes with a violent shudder, and Hugh moans deliciously as he fights to swallow every drop, effectively doubling the sensitivity and delivering the most impressive orgasm of his life.
“You… that… look a mess…” he pants, heart fluttering when Hugh stands with a satisfied grin and kisses him with lazy fervor. “Want me to help you with..?” A quiet knock on the door causes them both to jump about a foot, and they hurry to tuck everything back in. Clothes back in working order and hair brushed into place, Hugh studies him once again. “You still look guilty” he chuckles affectionately, and Robert replies with a sheepish smile. “Just keep me away from Lisa, I think I’ve pissed her off enough for one day.” Hugh narrows his eyes and grins deviously. “I daresay that’s unavoidable with that big, glowing “I-just-got-laid” expression you’ve got on. You’re an actor, try to hide it.” The goofy smile plastered to his face looked as though it wasn’t about to leave anytime soon. “Forget it, you’re hopeless” Hugh laughs, stormy eyes flashing as he clicks open the silver latch.
“Nice tie.” He motioned, smirking slightly. “Is it made out of aluminum foil?” Robert grinned. “I thought the reflected light might blind paparazzi and potential interviewers, although it didn’t seem to deter that one guy with the five-head.” He wondered idly if Hugh had followed him into the bathroom, and why he was just standing there. Probably the same reason he had ducked inside. “Yeah, I heard what you said to Ausiello…” he laughed, shaking his head. “Lisa’s jaw about fell off. I can’t believe that you said Huddy makes you feel nauseous.”
Robert smiled at the floor, the tips of his ears burning. “Why, do you feel any differently?” Hugh shook his head. “Nah, she makes me a bit uncomfortable. To be perfectly honest, I think the show would be much more interesting if I was in a relationship with y-.. Wilson. It was quiet for a moment, and Robert bit his lip, trying not to giggle like a little girl. Whoops. Freudian slip.
“I’ll eat my shoe when that happens” he sighs, and glances up at Hugh. His face is now serious, with a sobering intensity that makes Robert’s heart pound. It’s quiet again, and he wishes he could hide in that little blue room with Hugh all day. “Um…” He mumbles, with no clear idea of what he wants to say. Steely blue eyes are studying him, and it’s unsettling just how wolfish he looks. “It’s nice in here”. He blinks, and Hugh’s lips are pressed against his. All of the blood in his body seems to rush southward, and he feels dizzy as he tells his stunned mouth to kiss back.
Oh my god.
“You must have balls the size of the sun” he breathlessly exclaims as Hugh pushes him against the wall with his body. “You started it” he laughs, and there’s liquid heat in a very sensitive spot behind Robert’s ear. “If it never ends up happening in the show, at least I’ll have this… some semblance of what I’ve been dying to do to you for the last five years.” They both shiver.
Kisses grow frantic, and they’re grinding against each other in sexual frustration. “Can’t… even mess up your hair” Hugh groans, and palms him through the thin fabric of his pants. Robert panics for half a second, eyes flashing to the doorway where shadows snake along the ground. It’s then that he notices the silver latch that has already been slid shut. This was planned. The sneaky bastard.
“Fuck it” he growls, and shoves a hand beneath the hem of Robert’s pants fast enough to take him by surprise. The sudden warmth and pressure has him gasping against Hugh’s mouth, and he’s thankful for the lack of subtlety. The tiles behind him are no longer cool to the touch; everything is hot, constricting, and frustrating. His knees almost give out on him as Hugh sucks on his neck, pumping his hand erratically and breathing like a marathon runner. “Ss-stop” he gasps, and whines low in his throat as the other man drops to his knees and oh god don’t ever stop I’ll hate you if you stop.
The world narrows and disappears around Hugh’s skillful fingers and the confines of his wet-hot mouth, wrapped snugly and possessively around his cock. Fingers tangle themselves in his silver-streaked hair. The pressure builds until it’s painful and white light flashes behind his eyes. Wordless moans reverberate through the small room; the tiles amplify every wet suck and panting breath. Hugh grabs his ass and his hips jerk; causing him to accidentally thrust deep into his throat. He comes with a violent shudder, and Hugh moans deliciously as he fights to swallow every drop, effectively doubling the sensitivity and delivering the most impressive orgasm of his life.
“You… that… look a mess…” he pants, heart fluttering when Hugh stands with a satisfied grin and kisses him with lazy fervor. “Want me to help you with..?” A quiet knock on the door causes them both to jump about a foot, and they hurry to tuck everything back in. Clothes back in working order and hair brushed into place, Hugh studies him once again. “You still look guilty” he chuckles affectionately, and Robert replies with a sheepish smile. “Just keep me away from Lisa, I think I’ve pissed her off enough for one day.” Hugh narrows his eyes and grins deviously. “I daresay that’s unavoidable with that big, glowing “I-just-got-laid” expression you’ve got on. You’re an actor, try to hide it.” The goofy smile plastered to his face looked as though it wasn’t about to leave anytime soon. “Forget it, you’re hopeless” Hugh laughs, stormy eyes flashing as he clicks open the silver latch.