Left alone with yet another stare of abject confusion, Darius attempted to lift himself up from the bed only to be reminded by the jerking of his arms, that he was still bound and at the mercy of the Lady in Green. He’d thought about asking her to release him since it was all too apparent that her craving to punish Darius had left the Director speechless and unable to forward the movie, however given her current tangent and refusal to remain calm when approached by the fluffers, the sprit compelled to remain as invisible as possible. The Lady in Green had been storming around attempting to find the reason behind the Directors disappearance, obviously dumbfounded by the sudden call to cut, and she’d spared no emotion for those who dared to suggest she remain on set and they could help.
Darius had heard several obscene names thrown around at the various personnel flocking about and as he laid his head back to close his eyes for a moment of peace before the pending storm loomed over him once again, a set of soft hands found their way along his wrists and began to unbind him. Had he not been listening to the rampage swarming about, he could have sworn it was his dominatrix. However, these hands weren’t just soft, they were also slightly calloused. Fingernails were perfectly manicured, and he turned his head up and met the gaze of his rescuer, there were deep hazel eyes staring back at him. The first thing he noticed. They were warm yet mysterious, dark yet passionate, welcoming yet slightly dishonest. They held an eerie glow that captivated Darius. They belonged to a young male, obviously well within his late twenties and fully realized with a blossoming smile that warned all his accepted sexuality. Hazel Hues, or H.H. for short, smiled politely at Darius before working on the second pair of bands keeping his fully nude physique tied to the bed.
“There, all better.” H.H. stepped away from the bed, blatantly watching every muscle flexed as Darius sat up and leaned over the bed, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Thanks. I wasn’t sure what was going on with that, but I’m glad someone had enough about them to let me go.” Darius turned his attention towards the door that hid the bathroom and storage area where his clothes had been placed beforehand. “Think we’re on our way to being finished today?” He turned his head back to the male who’d set him free, the same male who hadn’t taken his eyes off Darius since he walked over.
There was a long pause before H.H. broke his stare from the limp flesh shadowed by Darius’ thigh. It was clear by the glaze in his eyes that all attempt at communication would be met with confusion, so a clear resolve to simply let the matter pass befell Darius. He grinned on the inside and began taking count of how long it would take H.H. to notice that he was being stared at whilst trying to cop a free show.
The sheer lust pulsing from H.H. was nearly palpable. His eyes searched as Darius flexed, intentionally. He wanted to appear subtle, but having already been aroused, Darius could tell it took everything in his power not to ask him if he could go a few rounds. His face looked as though he was attempting to measure out every inch of bliss he had the chance to feel, but with how Darius was positioned, it was clearly difficult for H.H. to tell.
“Ten. Darius snapped after a few moments. “The number you’re looking for is ten.” He continued, forcing H.H. to turn his efforts at following conversation. “Would you like to touch it?” He gave his trademark smile, rousing a blush to H.H.’ s cheeks and a stir to his loins.
“Hm? Oh. No. I was–”
“Checking out what I get to shove into Madam Heartless?” Darius interrupted, trying to force a confession from the curious George.
“What? No. I wasn’t looking at your…you know. Thingy.” Darius stifled a hoarse cackle from the fact that his penis had just been dubbed a ‘thingy’. “I was wondering what would happen if the director didn’t come back soon.” An opportunity Darius wasn’t likely to miss; the chance to escape from the hellish nightmare. Although, he would be remised not to jump on the chance to snag this cutie and help him escape an evening of boring whatever it was he did when Darius was on the bed.
A careful motion and Darius was soon off the bed, a breath away from H.H., barely at his height. “I bet I can think of a few things to do should the boss-man not return. Things involving a certain thingy, if you catch my drift?” He reached out to H.H.’s chest but the taller male stepped away with an expression akin to disgust.
Darius may have read the situation wrong, but a lingering stare kept his pursuit alive, and soon he’d began sporting a boner. Shy wasn’t a word Darius was accustomed to and it sure as hell wasn’t going to start sprouting now, although something else would soon be sprouting if H.H. didn’t submit soon. There was one thing Darius loved and that was the thrill of the chase.
This wasn’t going to be easy, gauging by the distance H.H. attempted to place between them with careless strides backwards, but that was half the fun, wasn’t it?
“I can’t help but feel you’ve misunderstood my kindness as a sign that I was interested in you.” H.H. pleaded as he bumped into the stage dresser, nearly spilling the bottles of lube decorating the shelf. Darius slyly snaked his way across the room, falling in step with the fleeing H.H.
“Why so nervous?” He teased. “You were, just a few seconds ago, pining over my package. What changed?” He wondered aloud, making sure to brush shoulders with the male before he attempted to retreat once more. This game was a welcomed pastime to the bed and its rope. “Here I was beginning to think you were well worth the trade of the corset.” He joked, obviously not willing to give up mounting the Lady in Green for a quick fuck with H.H.
“I figured you’d want to be free of your restraints, instead of waiting there, possibly all night. If you want I can tie you back up, if waiting is your desire.” Oh, horrible choice of words. Darius presented a side smile and stepped in front of the male, putting both of his hands on either side to prevent any further escape.
“If you wanted to tie me up, then I guess I couldn’t be against that. So long as you’re willing to play with me first. I usually only let women get away with the foreplay, but you look man enough to toy with your food before you swallow.” He was beginning to push his luck. Darius knew that this man could overpower him, hell he’d even be willing to let him, but there was something about the control after being dominated that had Darius ready to test the waters for some sort of hopeful resolution.
H.H. was flustered as he searched for a valid reason to remove himself from the conversation, and possibly the room, however there was nothing but the smell of Darius's musk and he was beginning to feel the pressure in his pants grow.
H.H. wasn’t about to give up and let Darius have his way, so there was little he could do outside of flirt to get away. Swallowing his pride, much like he was sure Darius wanted him to swallow something else, he leaned forward and closed the space between them, locking lips with Darius. From what he could see, the surprise of it all had crippled Darius from pushing further and granted H.H. the strength to surmount this opposition.
Darius could feel his face warm as he tried to pull away, but the warmth of a hand on his lower back was enough to send all his body into a frantic standstill as he was spun around and pinned to the wall. Just as soon as it had begun, Darius was left alone on the set as he watched H.H. escape from his grasp.
There was something to be said for a man who could resist Darius in such a way, but there was also a bit of solace in the fact that Darius had pushed a clearly uncomfortable man who had initially looked so sure of himself to the edge and back. Snickering to himself as he made his way to the bathroom, Darius thought about trying his luck again later.
Several hours had passed and his Lady in Green hadn’t stopped pounding on the door to the sdirectors’ room and shouting slurs at him, so Darius had decided to leave. Fully clothed and phone in hand, he made his way out the warehouse door and into the sharp winter winds. The New Year was approaching fast, just a few days away, and he only had a few more days to meet his deadline. One way or another he’d find his way on the plane to get away from all this headache.
LookingLooking down at his phone, he replayed the voicemail left by someone he’d been meaning to speak with.
Curley’s tweaked voice erupted on the speaker as Darius hit play. His words seemed muffled and pleading as Darius retraced his steps since this morning when he practically sprinted for the door. The message itself wasn't anything too important, just an invitation for another evenings worth of debauchery, but Darius wasn't up for another brush in with him. There was nothing more he wanted than to never step foot into that home again. He could still feel the filth of not having taken a shower today. It'd all seemed worth it to get free from the reality of the situation.
Clicking the screen off, Darius bundled up beneath the leather jacket and, after blazing the tip of his smoke, he set off for the campus dorm and his evening of solitude.
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