Richard walked off set, finished with his final scene on the show Supernatural. It was intense, you know, in the 'the-devil-just-killed-me' kind of way. Mark had disappeared from the set as soon as the director yelled 'cut,' but Richard had lingered, saying good-bye and good luck to his co-stars. The set of Supernatural was one of the most relaxed atmospheres he'd ever worked in, and he was definitely going to miss it.
After another 10 minutes of shaking hands and manly hugs, Richard finally made it back to his little trailer they had given him for the few days he had spent here. He entered, but before he had the chance of turning the light on, he felt himself being grabbed and pushed against the wall. "Wha-" was all he managed to get out before a pair of lips were pressing roughly against his. Whoever it was, they towered over Richard and their hands were running down Richard's sides, stopping at the top of his jeans.
"Took you long enough to get back here," whoever was groping him said. Ah, it was Mark. Richard should've figured it out. That bastard, he came here to finish the job. Killing Richard's character wasn't enough. Damn him.
Before Richard had a chance to reply, one of the hands on his pants dipped below the waistline, and whatever Richard was about to say disappeared from his mind as he let out a strangled gasp. Mark pressed him mouth back against Richard's, forcing his tongue past his lips. Mark palmed Richard through his boxers, making the younger man moan loudly.
All contact was suddenly gone, and Richard opened his eyes, watching as Mark sunk to his knees. Mark undid Richard's pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. Richard had a raging hard-on at this point, and he whimpered quietly as Mark wrapped his hand around the base of his dick. "You better buy me breakfast after this," Richard managed to get out, trying to sound as witty as possible. Mark looked up at him and smirked, before wrapping his lips around the head of Richard's dick.
Richard tried to suppress the moan that threatened to escape him, suddenly remembering that people might hear him outside his trailer. Mark pressed his tongue against his slit and sucked on the head gently. Richard whimpered and closed his eyes, almost hitting his head against the wall.
Mark opened his mouth a little wider and took almost all of Richard into his mouth, running his tongue against the underside. Richard groaned and bucked his hips, but Mark put one of his hands on stomach, preventing him from moving. The other hand, still wrapped around Richard's dick, began moving in time as Mark started bobbing his head. Richard reached down and tangled his fingers in Mark's short hair, pushing Mark to take more of him. Mark's cheeks hallowed as he began sucking Richard off, making the younger man moan loudly. He pressed his tongue against the slit, and Richard gasped.
His orgasm blindsided him, and he didn't have enough time to warn Mark before he was coming, hard and hot, into Mark's mouth. Mark swallowed everything and slowly pulled his mouth off of Richard's dick. He stood up and smiled at Richard, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"So breakfast tomorrow? I'll pay," Mark said, smiling smugly. Richard was still breathing heavily, and he just nodded, closing his eyes. Mark chuckled and left the trailer, leaving Richard along again.