Designer Guys Ch 01

Chapter 01: one space : two guys : thirty minutes : infinite possibilities

Steven and Chris sniggered to themselves as they walked off the set while the cameraman and director bickered about angles. Like two little boys up to no good, they snuck off into the brisk air outside the Toronto studio. Steven whipped out a cigarette as Chris, anticipating his move, held out a lighter, all ready to light up for Steven. Steven's face creased up with approbatory pleasure at the small gesture, taking in the volumes that it spoke as their eyes met.

A flicker of anticipation crossed Chris' face as he held the lighter, somewhat unsteadily, for Steven to light up. He studied Steven's expression as he inhaled the first puff, desperately hoping Steven would give him a sign of some sort. He fidgeted with his shirt cuffs nervously after putting the lighter back into his pocket, not trusting himself to speak.

Steven knew Chris had been waiting since the night before, when they'd gone to a friend's party at one of the chic downtown clubs. Steven had deliberately danced with all the girls who'd flocked around him, predictably. He was a celebrity anyway, who didn't know who Steven Sabados was anymore?

All the girls wanted a piece of Steven, of The Sabados Group, with his own TV show and a suave, smooth operator and a flair for interior design. Not that Chris wasn't as good a catch, being the quieter partner in the whole enterprise and co-hosting the design show that had launched them to international fame. But they both knew that it was Steven who was the one the girls watched for. Chris' bearing betrayed his orientation, his slightly dumpy figure a source of insecurity. He wasn't as tall as Steven, nor did he have that winning smile set off with the sharp features and dimples. But Steven liked Chris just the way he was, and so that was the way Chris kept it.

Chris had been besotted with Steven from the minute he laid eyes on him the first time. Steven had been just starting out then, making contacts and working as a junior designer for a large firm where talent easily went unnoticed. Chris had met him at an industry party, the kind people go to in order to get more contacts, network and generally find out the hottest gossip within the design industry and hob-nob with any big shot who might just turn up (They never did, but people never gave up hoping anyway). Steven had been flitting about making small talk, hoping for a way out of his tiny cubicle, while Chris had simply been chilling out in a corner with his martini and idly watching the crowd.

Their eyes met across the room, and Chris' heart promptly began overworking. Steven's intense blue-grey eyes bored into Chris' for a long moment, before flickering away to a person behind him. Chris couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment, but consoled himself thinking "Oh come on, Chris, get a hold on yourself. He probably likes them with boobs and a pussy. And he certainly won't be having any trouble with those..." His thoughts trailed off as he observed a rather attractive brunette ("Probably one of those junior clerks," thought Chris to himself spitefully) obviously flirting with Steven, who seemed to be enjoying the attention immensely.

The evening was an unpleasant one for Chris thereafter, watching Steven work the room with the charm and finesse of a seasoned smooth operator. Chris couldn't help but admire the way Steven's pert behind jauntily teased him when he stood with his back to him, his large hands with a thick sprinkling of hair along the arm almost hiding the strength in the arm that came naturally with working in a hands-on industry. The ready smile, the artless, unarming candour in the casual running of his hand through his thick dark hair. Chris wanted to put his hands in that thick head of hair and smell it, sure that it would smell of his shampoo, and to cup this man's chin in his hands and feel the 'now you see it, now you don't' little specks of stubble while inhaling the aroma of his aftershave... When Steven came close, his cologne lingered sharply in the air, intoxicating Chris more than any shot of liqueur could, before being replaced by the abject feeling of disappointment when Steven moved away once again.

On Steven's part however, he had sized Chris up the minute he'd seen him. He enjoyed moving around where Chris could see him, now and again appearing just a tad too close to Chris, so that Chris could smell his musky cologne and feel the brush of a shirt sleeve, but never once did he stop to talk to Chris.

Instinctively, he knew that he had to make the first move, because Chris wouldn't. Nevertheless, he decided to let Chris sit it out a while longer, teasing him by flirting with all the girls in the room, always the gentleman, always the consummate bachelor. He found it highly amusing to see the girls fawning over him, but had never been even faintly interested in bringing any of them back to his small bachelor's pad. He had no wish whatsoever to see any of them without their clothes, and always left alone after parties despite the pointed invitations, veiled or obtrusive, to any woman's home, car, or after-party.

Chris nursed his third martini of the night forlornly at the bar, only now and then conversing with an acquaintance who stopped by to shake his hand or slap him on the back. The ladies mostly stayed away, eyeing his choice of drink suspiciously as an indicator of sorts. Finally, he decided that it would be in his best interests to leave and turn in early, and collecting his coat, he moved towards the door, slipping out almost unnoticed by the by-now boisterous crowd.

Steven watched him leave from the periphery of his vision, and waited only a beat after the door closed behind Chris to interrupt the blonde woman who was animatedly yakking on about her ex-boss who'd sexually harassed her and take his abrupt leave. The woman, stunned by his blatant lack of interest, could only nod mutely.

Once outside, Steven briskly walked in the direction of the carpark, guessing that Chris would be driving home. He spotted Chris fumbling with the car keys in the dark, and went over confidently. He stepped silently up behind him and reached around, removing Chris' keys from his hand. Chris spun around anxiously, expecting a mugger armed with a gun or somewhat. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Steven deviously grinning at him.

Holding out a hand, Steven said in his most beguiling manner, "Hi, I'm Steven." Chris took the hand quivering ever so slightly, and replied, almost stammering, "Er, hi... Chris..." all too conscious of the gradual heating up of the front of his pants and hoping Steven wouldn't notice the growing bulge and feel affronted. Steven's smile grew even wider, and without skipping a beat said. "Well, Chris, I noticed you were staring at me all night..." Chris looked down sheepishly at this direct confrontation and shifted his feet. Steven paused, drawing out the tension, enjoying every moment of Chris' discomfiture.

He reached over to pat the front of Chris' pants, palming the weight of the bulge he found and causing it to grow at breakneck speed. Chris began to squirm despite the yearning he had for this man, not daring to look Steven in the eye. Using his other hand, Steven started to unzip his own pants, releasing his own aching bulge and letting it spring stiffly out into the frigid air. He took a swift, sharp breath as the air touched his skin, and they could almost see the heat rising off his hard cock in the cold. Chris eyed the veiny shaft, his own throbbing with desire. Steven undid Chris' fly as well, pulling out Chris' own pudgy member. It too, was engorged fat with blood. "So, Chris... it's cold out here. Mind warming me up a little with that hot mouth of yours?" Steven proposed brazenly, guessing that Chris wanted it just as much as he did.

Chris looked up sharply, searching for any hint of derision in Steven's face, afraid to find out that it was all a joke on his sexuality. "Here?" he choked out. Steven's disarming charm smiling at him weakened his doubts as Steven nodded his head. Chris paused only a moment before getting on his knees on the cold tarmac, gripping Steven's pleasure stick and giving it an uncertain lick. He tasted of warm body salts, but inexplicably, this wasn't a bad thing. Steven snapped sharply at Chris. "You can do better than that!" reveling in his dominatrix role.

Chris jumped at the words - they sent a tingle through his body. He loved being dominated by a handsome man... The absurdity of the situation was soon lost with the sensuality of it, the danger of being spotted in the quiet carpark, the exhilaration of being told what to do firmly by a hunk of a man, the cold air nipping at his erection as it stuck uncomfortably out of his open fly. He set to work quickly, using all the tricks he knew on Steven's thick, long member.

Tickling the base of its head with his tongue, engulfing the whole of it as deep as it would go into his martini-parched throat and sucking on the warm saltiness of the throbbing penis as Steven arched his head back and let the sensations overwhelm him. The alternation between the cold air of the outdoors and the warm alcohol still on Chris' breath drove Steven higher than he had been in ages, making him struggle to avoid cumming too soon. His laboured breathing grew harder and harsher, while Chris expertly stroked the sac and perineum as his head bobbed up and down over Steven's rigid shaft, applying a slight pressure to the spot he knew made all the difference. Steven let a low moan rip from his throat, unable to control the feeling building up within him. He ached for a release, but knew that the pleasure would cease after that, so he struggled to hold the horses of his orgasm.

Chris licked and sucked and pulled on the taut head, savouring the clean salty taste of Steven and enjoying how Steven stretched his mouth, thinking how it would feel like to have Steven inside himself. Chris' saliva coated Steven's dick, mixing with his own pre-cum and starting to drip in large drops onto the freezing tarmac. He stepped up the pace just a notch, appreciating Steven's corresponding increase in heart rate and heavy breathing. Steven reached down and grabbed Chris' thick wavy hair, pulling his head back and forth ever faster and deeper down onto himself. Steven was out of control now, fucking Chris in the mouth vigorously and driving deeper and deeper into Chris' throat.

Chris felt Steven's demands instinctively, and lubed up his mouth with saliva to ensure a smoother glide in and out, opening his throat to accommodate the monster that was Steven's cock better. His hands continued applying pressure on the perineum, stroking the base of Steven's balls and squeezing them lightly. Suddenly he felt Steven's hot cum hit the back of his throat, such a huge sticky load that he almost gagged, but struggled to swallow cleanly, which was hard with a cockhead shoving simultaneously in his stretched mouth and inhibiting the working of the usual swallowing muscles. Steven bucked hard with the force of the orgasm, leaning his free hand on the window of Chris' car in an effort to stay upright.

Chris waited patiently for the last swells of the tempestuous orgasm to subside, then licked Steven off and zipped him back up. His own raging hard-on was put away aching, wondering what next. He got up off the tarmac, looked a very drained Steven square in the eye and started to ask him, "So, Steve..."

Steven put a hand up to Chris' chin and kissed him passionately, surprising Chris. "That's the best I've ever had, Chris..." he breathed. "Let's go back to my place? Finish you up..." Even in his panting state, he thought of Chris' unfulfilment. Chris was sold at once. "Sure!"

And as they say, the rest was history. Chris moved in with Steven soon after. They went on to form their own company, The Sabados Group and became hugely popular in a few years with the design show they co-hosted under the name "Designer Guys".

And now Chris looked longingly at Steven's fly, off the set of the show, begging with his eyes to be allowed to suck his cock. The outrageous flirting that Steven had carried on teasing him with last night still ached to be released, and when they'd gone home that night, Steven had decided to go straight to bed instead of finishing him off. Steven stared intensely back at Chris, mildly bemused and half longing to cum too... He turned the idea over in his mind, taking into account that they were in a rather compromising position being at work and all, and decided that...

But that's another story for another time. =)