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“Alright, cut!” The director said, rustling some papers in his hands.
Space Time Express was a hit, teaching space facts to the masses was Morningstar’s speciality. But he can’t lie, it’s stressful.
He wanted to find some way to replace his diet, while also keeping his job stable. It was so much, but it was his only talent.
He couldn’t do anything else.
Morningstar walked to the studio bathrooms, finding nobody in there, he stood in front of the mirrors and stared at himself.
His tired eyebags, his shaking hands, his straightened tie.
He splashed some water on his face, when he heard the door open.
A tall man came in, humming softly to himself, before jumping when he saw Sinclair.
“O-Oh! Sorry, I didn’t… Expect someone to be here.” He smiled, “Howsit going, Mr. Sinclair?”
Craig Digsby, one of his studio enemies. He competed for Morningstar’s fame with his Nature Break series, something he didn’t even expect to get off the ground. Seriously — what’s so great about plants?
Yet even with this rivalry, Craig always wished him well, addressing him formally. It was almost like he was mocking him. Like he knew he was going to hit peak viewers.
“Fine.” Morningstar rolled his eyes, washing his hands.
“I-I’m glad! I-I’ve been really stressed recently, like— I feel like i-it’s harder to work in this industry now!”
“You can say that again.”
Despite his lack of replies, Craig kept on going. Talking about work, and how much its been hard. No matter how many “mhm”’s and “yeah”’s Morningstar gave him, he couldn’t take the hint.
“So I just don’t understand what she was thinking! Like— Of course I can’t just talk about trees, I need to know the type, the location, the—“
“Do you ever stop talking?” Morningstar glared, “I just wanted some quiet, why are you still here?”
Craig caught a breathe in his throat, and grinned.
“Because I think you’re a good listener! You’re fun to talk to, I-I think…!”
Morningstar shouldn’t let the words affect him, but he does. The words good listener racked around in his brain. Maybe it was the lack of affection he had lately, but that made his face red.
“I—Yeah, I guess I… I am a good listener. I mean, I still recall everything you said.” Morningstar covered his face, not wanting Craig to see how red he was.
“Hey— A-Are you alright?” Craig walked closer, staring at all around at his face, like he was inspecting him. “You’re bright red.”
Morningstar felt like he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t handle Craig’s eyes on him.
“I-I’m fine just—Go I—“ Morningstar backed into the corner of the sink, while Craig got closer.
“Was it something I said?” He whispered, “Maybe that you’re good at listening?”
Oh.
Oh he knows what he’s doing.
“I- I guess? No, it’s nothing— really. God, I’m so sorry, Craig. Christ, this is so fuckin’ unprofessional…”
Morningstar didn’t want to admit it, but his dick was hardening. Maybe it was the lack of physical contact, or the stress that’s just been piling up, but he couldn’t help but get turned on by Craig’s closeness.
“It’s okay…” Craig whispered into his ear, “Why don’t you get down on your knees?”
Morningstar gulped, feeling his heart skip in his chest. He fell to his knees, looking awkwardly at Craig.
“F-Fair warning I— Haven’t done this in…um…awhile.” Morningstar laughed nervously, and starting undoing his belt.
“It’s… It’s okay… I- You’re doing good, keep going.”
The praise got to his head, as he dragged Craig’s pants and boxers down. He stared at his dick, and took it in his mouth.
Craig bit his lip, and closed his eyes, feeling the intense pressure of Morningstar’s mouth around him.
“A-Ah…fuck…”
Morningstar looked up at him while he bobbed his head. He noticed how anxious Craig was about all this, feeling comforted in this fact. Like he wasn’t the only awkward one.
He took as much as Craig’s length in his mouth as he could, and whatever he couldn’t get to fit, he wrapped his hand around.
“God— Star— You’re so good… So so good…” Craig gripped Morningstar’s hair, “I-I’m gonna—“
Suddenly, Morningstar stopped, pulling off with a pop.
“I-I want to fuck you. Please.”
Craig stared into Morningstar’s eyes, and nodded.
“O-Okay…”
Morningstar stood up, and grabbed onto Craig’s hips. He slowly traced up the sides, feeling better now that he was in control.
He started to unbutton Craig’s shirt, when he slapped his hand.
“I never told you you could.”
Morningstar looked at Craig in shock, and he started kissing up his neck. He groaned as he felt a pair of hands slowly taking off his belt.
“Craig— Please—“ He shook, his dick leaking precum. “I— I need to touch you, man. I need to feel you.”
“Be patient, my star.” Craig slowly took off his own shirt, showing off his lengthy body.
Morningstar was thinking about how pretty it would be all bruised up, all cover in bite marks, he wondered if there would be a next time.
While he was busy in his thoughts, Craig grinds against him.
“Look at me, handsome.” Craig cooed, “I’m ready…”
Morningstar whimpered, and pushed Craig over the sink. Lining up his dick, he slowly pushed in. He made sure to take his time, going inch by inch.
“Fuck—So…God—So perfect for me, Star. Please, more…” Craig moaned, and Craig obliged.
When he was sure it was okay, he slowly starting going in and out. Hearing the erotic slapping sounds each time only made him want to go faster.
“Fuck… fuck! Y-You feel…So amazing…” Morningstar groaned, hovering over him.
Craig stumbled over his words, drooling all over the sink. His heart was racing, and he could barely keep it down. But the fact someone could walk in on them excited him. He would want everyone to know the two most popular television stars were hooking up in the studio bathroom together.
Morningstar fucked him at a disgusting rate, getting the angle just right to hit his prostate over and over. He wanted Craig to feel him.
“Fuck—Shit! So fucking pretty…So…So good…” Morningstar babbled, and the only thing Craig could do was whine.
“F-Fuck… I’m gonna cum…Fuck— Star—!” Craig gasped, as his let out his orgasm all over the cold metal.
Morningstar thrusted into him a few more times, before moaning Craig’s name, digging his nails into his hips, filling him up.
When the two calmed down, Morningstar slowly pulled out.
“F-Feeling less stressed?” Craig asked, gripping the sink with his hands as he looked at Morningstar.
“Very much so.”