Ten minutes later, Kaija pronounced Elijah shine-free. He stood, cocking his head towards the door. “Come on, Thor. Let’s go see if we can find some ice for your balls. I hope you weren’t planning on having kids.”
Shep wheezed out a hollow laugh. “Not anymore.”
They gave a wave to Kaija and made their way back to Elijah’s trailer. They just barely made it inside when Shep wrapped his arms around Elijah and pressed him up against the door. Shep leaned down for a kiss, but Elijah slapped a hand over Shep’s lips. “Sorry, Sam. If I mess up my makeup Kaija will have questions.” The disgruntled look on Shep’s face was enough to make Elijah smile. “Oh, don’t pout,” Elijah said, his hands unbuttoning his jeans. “I didn’t say you couldn’t use your mouth. I have just the thing for you.”
Shep’s eyes were a brilliant gold, his grin feral enough to make all the blood in Elijah’s brain desert him, his cock hardening with dizzying speed. “Oh, yeah. What did you have in mind?” he murmured.
So many things.“I want your mouth on my cock. Suck me off, Sam. Please? It’s been forever.”
Shep dropped to his knees, pushing up Elijah’s shirt to bite at his abs and hips before dragging his jeans and underwear to his thighs.
Shep’s mouth closed around him, drawing him deep. “Oh, fuck,” Elijah muttered, his head thudding against the trailer door. “God, that feels amazing. Oh, yeah, Sam. Do that thing with your tongue… yeah, that’s it.”
It was so easy with Shep, the usual anxiety of asking for what he wanted didn’t exist when it was just the two of them. Shep would give him anything he asked, and that turned him on almost as much as Shep’s pornstar-level fellatio. Elijah gripped Shep’s hair with both hands, canting his hips forward, holding him still as he fucked into the tight, hot suction of Shep’s perfect mouth. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last. Get up here.”
Shep did as Elijah commanded. He quickly undid Shep’s jeans, shoving them out of the way, noting the lack of underwear. “Somebody was thinking ahead,” he murmured. “Pick me up.”
Shep lifted him up as if he weighed nothing, slamming him back against the door, rattling it on the hinges. Elijah didn’t care. Shep’s fingers were digging into the flesh of his ass hard enough to leave bruises and the hard length of his cock pressed against Elijah’s just right. He started grinding his hips, whining at the friction. “Yeah, like that. That’s perfect. Oh, fuck. Faster. Yes. Hurry. I wanna feel you come first. Please.”
Shep growled, shifting Elijah’s weight allowing Elijah to work their cocks together in a way that made his eyes roll back in his head. He whined as waves of pleasure shot along his spine making him shiver. Shep made a harsh sound and Elijah could feel his release slick on his skin. That was all it took. One more thrust and he was coming hard, his head once more banging against the trailer door.
Shep took three steps backward, dropping onto the built-in ugly green sofa, Elijah now straddling his thighs. “I hate this,” Elijah muttered.
When Shep frowned, Elijah shook his head with an eye-roll. “Not this,” he gestured between them. “This.” He gestured around at everything else. “I just want a night off so we can do more than grope each other like teenagers before we pass out.”
“You practically are a teenager,” Shep said with a smirk.
“Does that make you my sugar Daddy?” Elijah simpered, before licking the tip of Shep’s nose.
Shep squinted as though thinking. “I’m pretty sure you still have the bigger bank account. Would that make you a sugar... boy?”
Elijah scrunched up his face. “Ew. Never use that phrase again.” He stroked his thumb over Shep’s bottom lip, counting the freckles there before he said, “I’m serious. I want just one night off, that’s all. I’m missing the times when there were limits to how many hours I could film.”
“True, but if that were the case, we wouldn’t have been doing any of what we just did.”
Elijah sighed. “True.” He looked back over at the door. “I hope nobody walked by. We probably shouldn’t do that again here.”
“You’re the one who calls the shots. I just do as I’m told. You told me to get on my knees, so I did.”
Elijah snickered, slapping him on the arm. “Just following orders, were you? I didn’t hear you complaining.”
The sudden heat in Shep’s expression had Elijah’s cock trying to rally once more. “I have no complaints. I’ll get on my knees for you anytime.”
Elijah’s heart skipped and the urge to smash their lips together was almost overwhelming. “Stop saying things that make me want to kiss you when you know I can’t.”
“Sorry,” Shep said, looking not sorry at all.
Elijah perked up at the low rumble in the distance. Was that thunder? Storms had plagued the Atlanta area, but most of the scenes to date had been set indoors. This was their first day that called for an outside shoot. They could plan somewhat for inclement weather, but if the high school track became a swamp like on previous days, they’d have to shut down the shoot. Elijah would go out there and rain dance naked if he thought it would get him a day off where he wasn’t so exhausted he wanted to die.
He shifted his weight, pushing back the tacky maroon curtains to peer up at the sky. Ugly storm clouds hung low in every shade of gray. He grinned down at Shep. “Maybe our luck is turning?”
His brow went up. “Would they call the whole day for a little rain?”
“They’ll try to make us wait it out, but if it goes on for too long, they’ll call it.” The thought brought a smile to his face. “In the meantime, I need to clean up and change my pants. I don’t want wardrobe seeing any remnants of the mess we made. Rumors would fly by lunch.”
Elijah stood and stripped, walking naked towards the back of the trailer when he froze. “Where did those come from?”
On the small table sat a floral arrangement. Lavender roses. Again. Elijah crept forward, his heart sinking. Wondering if there would be another white card attached. He jumped when he felt Shep behind him.
