He ran a hand over his shaven scalp as he entered his hotel room with a deep sigh. It had been a long day on set and all he wanted was a hot shower to ease the tension in his back. Going into the bathroom and stripping his clothes off; he turned the water on, testing it and adjusting the knob every so often before he stepped in, allowing the steamy water to stream over his head and cascade down his perfectly chiseled body.
His eyes closed, thinking back on the days events. They'd filmed the scene in which the lead character, Ritchie (Christian), comes over to Chris's (Vin) house to find a group of the brokers eating pizza, drinking beers and watching a football game. Chris had been sitting on the couch between Ben and Nicky. There was a bit of space on the couch between him and Nicky to allow Christian to sit comfortably on the floor in front of the couch; his head between Nicky's leg and his. He'd been very careful to keep the can in his hand over his groin for fear that one look at the younger man sitting in front of him would get his juices flowing all over again. He let out a sigh of frustration as he reached for the soap and began to lather up.
Okay so they'd almost kissed the other night while they partied after they wrapped it up for the day; big fucking deal. It was a drunken moment that had almost gotten out of hand. 'Almost' being the key word, he thought as he stepped into the water's passage again, rinsing the soap off of his almond skin. But still, the shorter man's firm body press against his own in a dark, empty alley had made him dizzy; and thinking about it was making him pant softly as his hands wiped the soap of his torso before reaching lower to where his muscle was slowly filling with blood. He wrapped a hand around himself, squeezing, willing it to stop when suddenly there was a harsh knock on the door. He groaned and turned, shutting the water off, before he reached for the fluffy over sized towel that hung on the rack and wrapped it loosely but firmly around his waist, not even bothering to dry himself off. The knock came again, this time harder and he stalked to the door two steps at a time.
"I'm coming!" he growled in his low baritone rasp before he reached the door, snapping the lock back and pulling it roughly open. His heart stopped when he saw that it was Christian. "What's up?" he asked nervously moving the door to cover his half naked body.
"Can I talk to you a second?" Christian asked taking a hesitant step forward. His tongue came out to lick at his lower lip before he nodded.
"Yeah, let me get some clothes on." He answered beginning to close the door only to be stopped by Christian's hand pushing against it, urging it open.
"This can't wait." He said, his blue eyes boring into Vin's brown ones. "Please. I'll just take a minute." He added.
"Okay" he sighed, pulling the door completely open allowing him to come into the room.
"Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt anything." Christian said turning to face him. "This is..." his voice trailed as his eyes lowered to Vin's naked upper half resting just above the towel. "important." He finished before cutting his eyes back up to look at the bigger man in the eyes again.
"It's okay, what's up?" he asked again, moving a little closer.
"I wanted to talk to you about...the other night." He began. Vin shrugged casually.
"What's there talk about? We were drunk, it was dark. Nothing happened." Christian nodded.
"Yeah you're right" he said stepping forward, looking up at Vin as he got closer and closer. "Nothing happened." His hand came up hesitantly and his fingers feathered Vin's bare chest. "I don't know why but I think I kinda wanted something to happen... I still do. What do you think that is?" he asked, his eyes following his fingertips as they danced over Vin's now heaving chest.
"I don't know." He breathed, his mouth hanging open slightly and his cock growing further causing a tent effect in the towel that still clung to his waist. A low growl came from his throat when Christian's fingers swept over his nipple and from the corner of his eyes he saw Christian's other hand go to his jean covered muscle, groping, stroking almost subtly. He took a breath and let his hand rest over Christian's, pushing it gently out of the way before he began to work his belt.
"Fuck" Christian muttered when he'd gotten his zipper undone, freeing his caged hard on and wrapped his strong hand around his thick veined cock. He looked up at the taller, buffer man and leaned up, counting on Vin to sense what he wanted since he couldn't quite reach the entire nine inches between them.
The corner of Vin's mouth quirked into a slight smile of amusement before he bent his head, meeting Christian's soft lips with his own, his tongue already pushing against the soft petals, begging for access. Christian opened his mouth, granting him entry and let a moan crawl into Vin's mouth when his tongue brushed against his, teasing, licking. His fingers went to the towel, whipping it off and letting it fall across the floor before his hand wrapped itself around his hardened meat. They stayed like this for several moments, kissing and stroking each other before Vin pulled back placing his free hand on Christian's chest.
"What? What's wrong?" Christian asked whimpering at the sudden loss of the hot, wet mouth on his.
"Nothing, I just think we need to move this to the bed." He breathed huskily into his ear, pushing him gently toward the bed in the center of the room. Christian allowed himself to be pushed back, toeing out of his shoes with his first two steps. Vin gave him a soft shove onto the bed, standing over him and licked his lips as he reached for his jeans and boxers in one grab and pulled them down. "Take that off too" he directed, gesturing at the T Shirt that Christian still wore. Christian didn't hesitate and ripped the shirt over his head, tossing it to the side as his eyes stayed fixed on Vin's naked body.
