Sucking Cock For Movie Role Pt 6

I spread my legs and cocked my hips to allow him access. He circled the ring with his fingertip, probing gently at my twitching hole but not penetrating.
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* Jeff *
Mindful of Daniel’s position, I dropped him off at his apartment Tuesday morning before coming to rehearsal. I hated letting him out of my sight, even knowing that we would be seeing each other again at the theater in less than an hour. My usual instinctive sense of discretion, ingrained after the years Timothy and I spent in the Hollywood scene, seemed to have taken a holiday; I could have waltzed in with Daniel on my arm and kissed him in front of everybody without a qualm. But we had discussed this, and concluded the theater owners might not look too favorably on one of their employees becoming involved in a relationship with a guest artist. Particularly a same-sex relationship.
Scott had been lying in wait. As I entered the theater, he grabbed me by the arm and muttered, “We need to talk.” One of the most dreaded sentences in the English language. My stomach clenched. He took me to the production office, where he closed and locked the door. I sat in one of the uncomfortable folding metal chairs and waited. His eyebrows and the corner of his mouth twitched. I couldn’t tell whether he was angry or amused. Finally, he seemed to come to a decision.
“So I take it you finally got some?”
Oh shit. “I beg your pardon?”
He grinned. “Don’t play the innocent with me, Casanova, you totally got laid this weekend. Was it good?”
The look on my face must have been priceless. Scott actually laughed. “Yeah, looks like it was. Good for you, man, good for you. And hopefully good...