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Dispelling the Rumors
Greg was really tired of sharing his dressing room with Chris. The man was messy and he didn’t respect Greg’s things. There was no line between them. Chris didn’t care about when Greg wanted a little alone time, or time to study his lines, or when he just wanted to listen to some music and not think about anything at all.
Chris was always *there* and it was driving Greg insane. It was just like when they had lived together.
He was going to someone in charge and see if this could stop. Maybe Greg could share with someone else. He knew that there wasn’t anyone else he could share with. But Chris was too close, too far in his face all the time and he wanted to just get a moment to think.
Or maybe more than a moment to think. Like a ton of moments to sort out what was going on in his head.
Greg was all kinds of confused about Chris. He was funny, he made him laugh, and he liked hanging out with the guy; those were all the normal things. But the weird things, the things that kept him up at night staring at his ceiling, trying desperately to not jack off to the images in his brain of Chris doing naked things, those were the things that were really driving him crazy.
The closeness of Chris was just the catalyst in the whole deal. He’d never had any other thoughts of boys that way. Okay, so there was that one boy in high school, but that had been an experiment, and Greg didn’t let himself think about Jason.
He looked up as Chris came into the room, laughing and talking on his cell phone. Loudly. Greg glared and looked back down at his script. He had a lot more lines than Chris. *Some* people didn’t get to goof off all the time.
Despite trying to pay as little attention to Chris as possible, Greg knew exactly what he was doing. He knew the exact second that he hung up his phone, the precise moment when he sprawled onto the near-by couch, and the very minute when he got bored enough to start tapping out a rhythm on Greg’s chair.
Greg glared again. “Do you mind?”
Chris grinned. “Not at all.” His rhythm sped up, and he grinned some more.
“Jesus, can’t you just sit still? Why do you have to bother me all the time?”
“It’s because I love you so much. I just can’t leave you alone.” Chris puckered up his lips and made an air kiss at Greg before jumping up, pulling open a drawer on the desk, and pawing through the contents.
“Fuck, Chris. Seriously, I have to learn these lines. Can’t you go bug Emily or something?”
The eternal grin on Chris’ face was really getting on his nerves. His hair was all floppy and cute and it was just as freaking bad. Greg sounded like a petulant child even to himself. But Chris was just so *annoying*.
“No. I like annoying you.”
Greg rolled his eyes and looked back at his script. It wasn’t like he was able to concentrate on it anyway. Every single move that Chris made was amplified. He was still rummaging through the drawer. And he kept stacking random things on top of the desk as he shifted the things inside.
“What are you looking for?”
Chris shrugged innocently. Well, what passed for innocent with Chris. “Nothing.”
Greg snorted. “Right. Okay, well, maybe I’ll leave then.” He moved to stand up, but found himself pushed hard against the wall. It made a loud noise that could probably be heard in the next room and Chris was grinning at him again.
“What the *fuck*!?”
“I just don’t want you to leave. I like messing with you.”
Chris was entirely too close. Greg clutched his script to his chest and stared. “Seriously, Chris. What are you doing?”
“Did you hear the latest rumor?”
Greg was really confused. There was even less segue than normal. “Um, rumor?” He was trying really hard not to start panting. Chris was so close to him now.
“Yeah. That you and I are *much* more than friends,” Chris elaborated in a husky voice that made Greg’s knees start to shake.
“Th-that’s just ridiculous.” He laughed a little. Or, at least, tried to. It sounded more like a squeak.
“Is it? Wanna fuck with them?”
“Wh-who?” This stuttering crap was going to have to stop. Stupid brain. He really hoped Chris didn’t get any closer, or he was going to feel how hard Greg was and that was going to give everything away.
“Everyone,” he whispered.
Greg couldn’t think. The proximity of Chris had already forced all of the blood southward. He was just really confused now. What the hell was Chris talking about?
“Greg! FUCK!” Chris’s already loud voice echoed through the room. It wasn’t like the walls were insulated or anything. He could probably be heard all the way over in the special guest star dressing rooms, three walls over.
“Chris,” Greg hissed. “What are you doing?” He forgot all about the script in his hand and started to push Chris away. He didn’t know what that was going to do, but at least maybe he could think better on the other side of the room.
“Fucking with them,” he answered calmly. “YES! GREG!” Chris shouted towards the wall. With one hand he gathered Greg’s hands that were pushing against his chest and pinned them above Greg on the wall.
Greg’s gasp sounded really loud to his own ears. There was no good that could come of this. Chris just grinned at him. He leaned in, entirely too close for just messing with other people, and started whispering again. “Or is it just a rumor?”
With a shake of his head, and then a nod when he realized what he’d just admitted to, and Greg started stumbling over words again trying to back track. “N-no. I mean, yes. Yes, it’s just a rumor. It’s n-not like I want you or anything.”
Chris was suddenly a lot closer. Their chests were touching and there was a very firm thigh thrust between his legs, rubbing against his erection.
“Shit, Greg. You’re awfully hard for not wanting me.”
“Sorry. Sorry. God, if you would just stop pushing.”
Chris bent his head and captured Greg’s lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue sweeping across his bottom lip. Greg was in shock. He was imagining things. That had to be the only explanation. Except for the very insistent tongue trying to get into his mouth and the leg wedged between his own, he would have totally gone with the hallucination theory. But he couldn’t, because Chris felt fucking amazing.
Greg’s groan that was completely voluntary, and when Chris finally pulled away, they were both panting. And now, Greg could feel the answering hardness against his own thigh. Chris didn’t seem to think that it was a rumor either.
Another thrust against Greg’s thigh and this time, he kissed back when Chris’ lips found his. “So hot, so fucking beautiful, Greg. You just walk around here, oblivious, and I just want to throw you on the ground and fuck you until you beg.”
Greg moaned. He couldn’t help it. The images those words put into his head were exactly what he wanted, too. “Please,” he whispered and then Chris went still.
“Tease.”
Shaking his head, Greg protested. “Not teasing. You could. I want you to.”
Chris groaned and buried his face into Greg’s neck. He licked at the skin and bit gently. “Want me to what? I need to hear you say it,” he whispered.
“Fuck me,” he answered softly. Greg had no idea where he got his courage. Maybe he just wasn’t thinking because he was so hard. Besides, the idea of Chris bending him over the couch was making his brain short circuit.
“Jesus Christ, Greg. You have no idea how much I fucking want that. But this time, I don’t think we’ll get to that.” Chris shifted and their cocks brushed together through denim and groaned again.
Greg was so close that it was not going to take very long at all. He felt Chris push his hand between them and squeeze the bulge in Greg’s pants gently. He couldn’t help arching into it. He could still feel Chris pushing against his thigh, and, judging by the way he kept speeding up his rhythm, he didn’t think that would take very long for Chris either.
But he couldn’t touch Chris. His hands were still pinned to the wall. His shoulders ached and he desperately needed to come. Thankfully, Chris seemed to have that exact goal, because he had somehow managed to get the buttons of Greg’s jeans open and he started working his hand inside.
Rough skin met his own and it didn’t take much. A couple of strokes of Chris’ hand and Greg squeezed his eyes shut as he came. God. So much better than he’d ever imagined.
Panting heavily, Greg opened his eyes and watched Chris continue to thrust against him. His face twisted as he concentrated and Greg lunged forward to kiss him.
Chris was probably off balance from the orgasm running through him, because they somehow ended up sprawled on the floor, both of them grinning hugely.
Greg couldn’t help smiling and he didn’t even care about the fact that his come was all over them both and his dick was still hanging out of his pants. Well, okay, so he did care. Anyone could just walk in, and now that he was thinking a little bit more clearly, he leaned up and tucked himself away before twisting to the side and lying next to Chris on the floor. He folded his hands under his head and grinned at the ceiling.
“God, Greg. Did you mean what you said?”
Greg twisted his head and looked at Chris like he was speaking in a different language. What was he rambling on about?
“Before. With the you and the me and want me to…” He gestured wildly with his hands and Greg had to grin again.
“Oh, yeah. Maybe not here, but, you know, my house, later, or something.”
This would have been so much easier had they still lived together.
Chris turned and slid his hand down Greg’s chest, letting it rest on his stomach. “I’m going to hold you to that.” He leaned in for a kiss, brushing their lips together and then pulling back to watch Greg’s reaction.
“Like you held me to the wall?” He asked with a chuckle.
“Shut up. You loved that.”
“Oh, I wasn’t complaining.”
“Good. Because that’s just the beginning,” Chris said in a husky voice that made Greg shiver.
Maybe those rumors weren’t so bad after all.
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