Touching them secretly in public…
Written for Ryland, Colt, and Holland!
Okay chat I tried making them equal in length the best I could, also I’ll update this to look nicer with some dividers in the future because my phone is bugging and will not let me add dividers rn 😭 - Saturn <3
It had been a while since either the both of you had been able to go out on a date together. You’ve been dealing with a harsh project deadline at work, and he’s been dealing with parent teacher conferences.
So safe to say that the moment you two had an evening to yourselves, you took advantage of it.
You were at a restaurant, one that was nice enough you had to dress up just a tad in some fancier clothing.
Ryland had been nothing but a gentleman, holding doors open for you, pulling out your chair for you and pushing you in, and also ordering you both some wine to start off your evening.
It was wonderful, nothing short of it. There was nothing worrying either of your minds, just the presence of one another.
You stare into Graces eyes as you swirl the wine in your glass, listening to every word that comes out of his mouth.
Whether it was how long it’s been since you’ve been able to have sex, or the wine you’ve drank almost 2 glasses of, it made every single dorky ramble he went on into the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.
Feeling some boldness, and the fact that the tables had long tablecloths almost to the floor, you start to nudge your foot against his ankle.
His stutters at the unexpected sensation, but with flashing you a smile, he pays no mind before continuing, moving to grab your hand across the table and rub his thumb along yours.
Creeping further up his leg, you slowly drag your foot across the dark slacks he adorned. He keeps talking, though a little confused and raises an eyebrow.
When you finally reach his thighs, his breath hitches and he stops his rambling, mouth agape just slightly.
He doesn’t say anything, but the moment your foot teases the soft outline of his cock in his pants, he softly gasps and his grasp on your hand tightens.
His cheeks flush as heat rises through him, shifting the way he’s sitting just slightly at the new position he finds himself in.
You can’t help but smirk, enjoying his reaction. “What’s wrong Ryland? Cat got your tongue?” You tease, adding a little more pressure with your heel.
He sharply inhales, keeling over in just the slightest amount that you notice it. He looks up at you with a tad bit of embarrassment and nervousness.
“Are…are you serious right now? Here?-“ He shout-whispers. He’s cut off, letting out another gasp as you add some more pressure, moving along the length of his now hardening cock.
You keep your smirk on your face, relishing in the way he crumbles under your touch. His hand continues to grasp yours tightly, the other gripping the fabric of the tablecloth as he tries and keeps his composure.
Let’s just say you two didn’t even make it to your apartment, instead opting to go at it in a nearby abandoned parking lot instead.
After a long day on set, you found yourself in the first-aid tent on set.
Luckily, you were just fine. Instead, you were patching up small cuts on Colts face after a stunt went a little too harsh for your liking.
The tent wasn’t too far from the rest of the filmmaking crew, with sheet white sheets making up the ‘walls’.
You could see the shadow of each person who walked by, and it absolutely wasn’t soundproof at all.
Which, in hindsight, makes your next move a little stupid.
While Colt sits atop the infirmary table, you stand between his legs, his thighs resting on either side of your waist.
You dab some antiseptic wipes across a few of the cuts, Colt jolting and hissing through the sting.
“Oh cmon, it can’t hurt more than the stunt you just pulled.” You tease, moving to start bandaging his wounds.
“Hey, those are performative, this is not.” He whines, flicking his hand to try and ease the pain for just a second.
You hum in acknowledgement, before fully bandaging the cuts. Once he was settled, you can’t help but notice the position you’re in.
The table sits low enough that your hips are at the same level. Taking a quick glance at the sheets closing the entrance to make sure nobody was immediately walking in, you lean down and begin to mouth at his neck, grinding slowly against his hips.
“Woah-!” He starts, surprised at your actions before you use one of your hands to cover his mouth. He whines against it, sighing deeply enough you can feel the air from his nose against your hand.
You lean up from his neck, saliva shining in the light along his skin, to look him in the eyes. “Shhh…you wouldn’t want us to get caught Colt.” You warn.
He nods, grinding back against you, relishing pleasure your providing. His cock hardens beneath his clothes, the denim of his jeans hardly concealing anything.
He moans against your hand, one of his own grabbing at your waist while the other holds his body up.
His ankles wrap around your legs, keeping you locked in place to rut against him.
You continue to make small noises against his neck, making sure you aren’t kissing hard enough to leave any marks since the makeup department would have your head if you did so.
All of a sudden, you can feel his heels kicking against you as he scrambles to push you away.
You life your eyebrow, leaning upwards and back away, silently missing the warmth of his body against yours.
Before you could question the man, you get your answer as you turn to look at a crew member popping in to grab some files of some sort from the desk.
As soon as they leave, you turn back to Colt, eager to continue what you started. Before you could do so, however, the walkies on your belt alert you that your needed for some task on set.
You groan, leaning forward to give him one last kiss before you head out.
“We’ll continue this later, yeah?” You murmur, looking into his eyes with a sultry smile.
With a dumbstruck look he nods, fully enraptured by your words.
“Can’t wait.” He says, watching as you walk away.
In the back of a taxi, you sit on Hollands lap next to Healy, who crosses his arms and grumbles to himself, leaning to look out the window.
After a rough stakeout and a few too many drinks, Holland had once again ruined the plan and you found yourselves getting into a taxi to get away as fast as possible, leaving you in the smaller man’s lap.
You look out your window, watching the cars pass by. You jump a little in surprise as two hands reach around your midsection, bringing you back to lean against the man.
You try and act annoyed, but it’s hard to focus when the man presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, whispering, “m’sorry baby…” drunkenly.
You keep your annoyed shtick up as long as you can, before a pothole in the road makes the car jump, making you land hard against the man’s lap.
In doing so, it causes you to basically rub up against the man, feeling the outline of his cock through the unusually thin pants he decided to wear today.
He makes a small noise against your neck, his arms tightening around your waist, pulling you back against him.
Smiling to yourself, you grind your hips down again, relishing in the way he lets out a gasp.
He continues holding you still as if you were going to disappear at any moment, out of his sight.
You glance over at Healy, who seems to have nodded off during the drive and is still facing the window.
The taxi driver was paying you all no attention, so you decide to make the most of it.
You purposely continue to fidget and stir in the man’s lap, feeling his hot breath against your neck and the small noises he makes against your skin.
“Shit…babydoll quit teasin’ me-“ He whispers, eyes squinting shut and basking in the pleasure your hips provide.
You hum in response, your hips hitting a particularly good spot. He presses his face into your skin and lets out a short moan into you, muffling his voice.
The sounds of the outside world and the car driving easily covered up the noises he was creating.
You continue your ministrations, grinding down harder and faster, keeping an eye on both the driver and Healy to make sure you don’t get caught.
He leans his head down, rest his forehead against your shoulder and lets out a small and muffled whine.
You can feel the way his dick has hardened in his pants, enjoying the twitch it does every now and then.
You can only imagine what it looks like beneath the fabric at this moment, ready to pounce the moment you guys get some alone time.
His hips buck up into you, suffering slightly as you gradually build up his orgasm. One of his hands reaches down from your waist and slowly parts your thighs.
“…Two can play at this game, yeah?…” He whispers into your ear, trailing his hand down to rub at your clit through your pants.
You relax, leaning more of your body weight against him, feeling the way his large fingers feel you up through the fabric.
You two are interrupted, however, by the sudden skirrrt of the car as it brakes in front of Hollands house.
Quickly, you remove hollands hand from your center, since Holland was too drunk to realize that your playtime was being interrupted.
Healy seemingly wakes up from the braking of the car and quickly gets out on his side of the car and heads over to pay the driver.
While he does so, you unlock your side of the car and get off Hollands lap, silently missing the warmth of his body.
He also gets up, stumbling a bit and you have to help him from almost tripping, but once he’s out of the car he’s fine.
You pull the man’s head down by the tie, hearing him grunt in response to the sudden movement.
“We’ll continue this later, yeah?” You mumble in his ear, relishing in the way he almost goes weak in the knees.
“Y-Yeah-Yes, please, thank god-“ he nods, stumbling over his words.
You leave him standing there as you go to catch up with Healy, who was already halfway into the house.
Holland looks down and realizes his boner showing through his pants and silently curses himself and heads into the house.
