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Sometime during their affair…
Turned around in his trailer, Wallace Wells was spending his free time actually studying his lines.
It was pretty typical for him to easily skim a script, memorize most of what he needed to say, and put his charm on for the cameras. He hadn’t even looked at his most recent script for Scott’s biography; playing himself certainly helped him skip out on reading. He tended to wander the set, using his excessive free-time to bother staff and cast members alike.
This new series was a role he wasn’t all that prepared for, though. A quick skim of the script showed the newest role he had been cast in was that of an off-beat, strange man who frequently got into physical altercations and solved things with violence. He had played the charming rogue his whole life, but it felt weird to cast someone with a much smaller build to play a character who used physicality to get his way. Probably for some TV show where he would have to do some manipulation or flirting, putting on his pretty face to get what he wants. It would explain why he was cast, then. His manager knew how to find him only the best roles for heartthrobs.
A creak sounded from behind him. Wallace lifted one hand holding his script and lazily waved at whoever opened his trailer door. He was positioned in his folding chair kicking his legs up on his vanity and leaning his weight to the side, a ring light illuminating the packet in front of him. It was tilted right over his head. Like a halo, the visitor thought.
“Hey… Wallace…”
A meek voice and overpowering shadow emerged from the steps, leaning his head through the door. Wallace shifted his gaze upward from his reading to peek at the visitor from his mirror. Todd.
Not unusual, as Wallace spent plenty of time bothering Todd for his attention and his affection. He loved the way he melted in his presence, loved the jealous glares from Envy, loved to push his tongue down his throat, and loved to publicly drag him around by his t-shirt collar to do whatever he wanted- which was usually to get Todd to buy him a coffee. He tended to tolerate whenever Todd barged in to talk to him about Envy, where he loosely chatted his ear off with fantasies of him and his girlfriend. Wallace knew they were actually about him and Todd, as he frequently mixed up their names and constantly talked about frotting. And also the fact that he would make out with him after he shut up.
“Hey.” Wallace responded, pushing his gaze back down to his script.
Todd took that as a sign he was allowed in. He closed the door behind him, softly huffing out as he did.
“Wallace, I…”
“Something up?” Wallace replied with a distant voice. He didn’t actually care much for what Todd had to tell him, but was willing to once again, do something else while Todd talked to himself.
A clinking sounded out behind the seated actor. Along with some rustling. And heavy footsteps that softly reverberated through the floor of his trailer.
“I love you.”
Wallace barely registered Todd’s confession. He used his idle hand to flip to the next page of the script.
“That’s so sweet,” he cooed, giving him a kind acknowledgement without returning the sentiment. Todd whimpered, further rustling coming from behind him.
“I love you,” he repeated, desperation increasing.
“Yes Todd, I heard you. I really do appreciate it.” An unzipping and more clinking rang through the trailer. Barely registering the noises, Wallace at least had the focus to realize Todd was holding something.
“Did you get me a gift?”
“I love you,” Todd moaned, now towering over Wallace.
Wallace finally looked up. He realized that Todd was not feeling well.
Todd’s cock barely was hidden behind Wallace’s neck. His pants hung low on his knees, as he breathed above him, heavy and loud. Wallace gazed up to see his eyes clouded over with lust. In a quick scoop, Todd reached between his armpits and lifted him over his chair. The sudden jolt upwards had him lose his grip on the script, as the booklet fluttered to the floor and his legs were dragged off the vanity.
“Todd?!” Wallace was certainly awake now.
His ass was now hanging in the air, his knees tucked upwards, trying not to lower himself onto Todd’s vegan stalk. The sheer girth of the thing would rip him open, even lining it up against his pants scared him. It was leaking with precum all the way down the shaft, throbbing at attention.
“I-I love you…” His hips bucked upwards as he involuntarily tried to push his waist up into Wallace’s clothed ass. Wallace’s legs lowered slightly, as he began to kick at the air, knocking his folding chair to the floor. The chair rattled the clip on the ring light and knocked that to the floor, too.
“Todd, are you serious?!” His arms strained against Ingram’s bulk. His shoulders were completely extended and unable to push back against the brick shithouse behind him.
“O-of course, Wallace… I love you so much…” He was clearly drunk with too much passion to register his lover’s hostility. He couldn’t see him, couldn’t feel him resisting his touch. His brain flooded with thoughts of Wallace feels good, I love Wallace, I need him, he needs me to touch him, I need his body… and so forth.
In a swift motion, his left arm hooked around his front. Using his left hand to hold Wallace’s right arm in place, he lifted Wallace a little higher to pull his pants down. Wallace let out a high pitched “eek” in response, and Todd responded with a breathy moan. His boxers are now the only thing covering his crotch, where his flaccid cock bounces at the sudden motions of his captor. Todd stares down his sleek chest to look at his exposed legs. A deluded smile rises across his face, and his breath quickens.
In response, Wallace begs for mercy. “Todd, please- ”
His begging is cut short by Todd lifting the arm that was pulling down his pants to snake around his waist, a little above his hips. Wallace lets out a huff as his floating waist is pinned above Todd’s navel, their hips now aligned for Todd’s length to float between his open thighs.
“Oh- oohhh~ ” Todd is blinded by pleasure, taking the “please” from Wallace as a please don’t stop instead of a please don’t rape me right now. “Anything f-for you, m-my love…”
Todd was using Envy’s pet names on him. God, Wallace knew he was in trouble. On reflex, he raised his legs and closed them tightly, trying to protect his own precious boyhole. The worst thing to happen right now is for him to try and pin him down and fuck his ass without protection or lube, as something like that would risk his life. He wouldn’t even mind being caught right now- anything would be better than this. His manager’s suffering, Envy’s wrath, losing his job, whatever. Right now was not the time to measure the best outcome, just a way out would work for him.
Then, Todd came toppling down.
In a frenzy of hormones and pure, vegan power, Todd had pushed them both on the floor with a thunk. A fuzzy carpet plus Todd’s massive frame had shielded Wallace from any blunt force damage. Todd’s body now completely enveloped him, and the force of both the fall and his arms knocked the wind out of him. He couldn’t scream without taking a breath. A shaky, deep inhale came through his lips, as he looked down and realized something even more severe.
Todd was fucking his thighs.
The ring light on the floor illuminated right underneath Todd’s body, and he got a full view of the tip of his member glistening against his shut thighs, twitching and shuddering like he was fucking a toy or something. Precum began to drip on the rug below them, Todd’s cock pressing against the bulge in Wallace’s boxers, sliding between both the fabric and the soft, warm embrace of Wallace’s smooth legs. Todd moaned wantonly, shaking with delight as their hips thrusted together. Todd quickly began humping feverishly as Wallace closed his eyes, tears forming at the edges of his lashes.
“Ohh my god, I love you, I love yoouuu~ I-I love you so much babydoll –” Todd babbled incoherently, and Wallace was unsure if he even knew who he was fucking at this point. Sadly, he couldn’t fight back against the vegan wall that pinned him down. He just whined as his breath and fighting spirit was completely fucked out of him, his body overwhelmed with exhaustion and his dick miserable as it flopped around in his boxers, adding to the loud smacking that came from their hips slamming together. As much as Todd’s precum stained his boxers, he realized the sheer force of what was happening had awakened some part of him to leak just a little droplet out of his flaccid member as well. Not that Todd would ever find out, but this embarrassed him further.
Wallace’s voice was fucked out of him. He tried to call for anything, realizing he couldn’t get himself to speak any louder than their own bodies.
“Nhghh– nyhh- n-n- Todd-” Wallace’s diaphragm was rocked by the force above him, causing his begging for mercy to go unheard. No, his brain wanted to say. No more.
“To-o-oh-oo-d-d–”
The trailer rocked to their rhythm. The feral, racing brain of Todd only thrusted harder and harder as he gripped with all his might, chasing, hunting his own climax. Wallace knew his legs would give out even if he stood up, and so he let his lower half go limp, his thighs stuck together with their shared fluids. Despite this, Todd forced Wallace’s legs to stay tight by locking them in with his legs, keeping them in place.
There were only a few shallow bucks left as Todd threw his head back in pure bliss.
“C-cumming- Wallace– I, I love you, p-please take me, please- I love you-”
Todd had not stopped repeating those words since he had picked him out of his chair. They had only been at it for a couple of minutes, but the intensity had overtaken them. The words of love blurred both of their minds, blotting out reason and creating a sickly air of obsessive love.
I love you. I love you, Wallace.
Despite the misery Wallace was going through, Todd meant it. He loved him. And he would feel the full extent of that love, as Todd howled lovingly, splattering cum across his sweater, onto his carpet, all while his dick bobbed up and down in tune with his pulse.
Wallace’s neck and body fell limp. He was alive, but he was exhausted. Overwhelmed. Overstimulated. His mind felt like it was scooped out like yogurt, leaking out of his ears, now only able to heave out air and hold back tears. He was trapped under a manic lover, who had now collapsed onto his side, facing his back towards the door. Wallace looked down at the mess splattered below him, on him, and through him- Todd had dragged the climax that dripped down his cock back through Wallace’s thighs as his cock softened.
Wallace was able to put his arms down, the soreness of his shoulders making him resort to placing his arms over Todd’s, which still held onto him, now wrapping his chest and stomach in a loving cuddle. His head leaned down to take in Wallace’s scent, smelling his hair and humming lightly. Wallace squeaked as nausea overtook him, the stimulation causing his half-chub to throb softly.
Todd loved Wallace.