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**Hollywood, California**
** Morning**
They were panting harshly when they finished, but it was only a few minutes before the light-haired man caught his breath and rolled off. His lover followed him after a minute, climbing off the bed and taking two steps toward where he was getting dressed.
"Peter, you're welcome to stay," he said openly, wrapping a blanket from the bed around his naked form. The other man paused, pulling on his charcoal suit jacket.
"I can't, Stuart, you know that. We've been over this before." Peter Dragon pushed a hand through his sandy hair, took a step toward his lover. "Come here."
Stuart Glazer fell into his arms, rubbing his face against Dragon's sky blue shirt. "I wish you could stay," he murmured wistfully.
Dragon kissed his dark hair. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "But we can't be seen together, you know that. It would kill both of our careers."
Stuart sighed and pushed away. "I'll see you in an hour or two, then," he said quickly, turning and beginning to gather articles of clothing from their haphazard places on furniture and the floor. "Here, these are yours," throwing a pair of purple silk boxers at Dragon.
"Really?" Dragon said incredulously, peeling the boxers from where they had landed wrapped halfway around his neck. "So this is where they've been." He chuckled a little at his own half-assed attempt at humor, then stopped when he realized Stuart was ignoring him. "Stuart, come on, baby," Dragon pleaded. "Don't be mad, sweetheart. You know this is the way it has to be."
"You're going to be late if you don't go now," Stuart said quietly over his shoulder. Dragon sighed.
"Okay. I'll see you at the office, baby." Still no response from Stuart. Dragon sighed again and slipped silently out the door of the tenth-floor studio apartment.
A moment later, Stuart watched through a part in the curtains as Dragon climbed into his red convertible and drove out of sight.
**DragonFire Films** **9:00 AM**
As usual, Stuart got to the office before Peter did. He was at his desk, performing some menial task, when he heard the familiar, loud, and sometimes annoying voice drifting up staircase.
" . . . Will somebody get him a blanket? And a bagel?"
Stuart smiled in spite of himself. "Peter Dragon is in the house, everyone," he murmured to himself, then stood to meet his boss and lover.
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"He's a good agent," Dragon muttered to himself in awe, then started back toward his desk. He stopped short when a gentle rap sounded on his solid wooden door. "Yes?" he called irritably. "Come in."
Stuart poked his head through the doorway. "Can I talk to you?" he asked.
Dragon sighed. "Whatever. Lock the door." He sat down at his desk and stuffed a spring roll into his mouth. Stuart watched his lips hungrily. "What is it, Stuart?" Dragon asked around a mouthful.
"I'm sorry about the script, Peter," Stuart said quietly. "I should have asked you before I bought it. It was stupid of me, I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'll do anything, I'll-"
"Stuart." Dragon leaned across his desk and lay his hand over Stuart's. "It's not your fault. I'm not mad, okay? You don't need to make it up to me."
"I'll make it up to you," Stuart repeated, and something dangerous sparked in his eyes. "Right here. Right now."
Dragon smiled, a little nervously. "In the office? Stuart, isn't that a little risky?"
Stuart grinned slowly, his face predatory. "That's the point," he said quietly. Dragon giggled slowly.
They moved together, hesitantly at first-they had never done this so impulsively before. But at the first touch of Stuart's lips on his neck, deft hands working the buttons on the front of his shirt, Dragon went mad. He flung himself at Stuart, kissing wildly, suckling on the other man's earlobe, giggling at the startled gasp he got in reply.
Dragon's shirt was hanging open, pooling around his waist where it was tucked into his pants. Stuart worked the buckle of Dragon's belt, fumbling with it and smiling. Peter's mouth on his neck was obscene, his breath scalding, his tongue healing. Dragon felt a hand slip into his pants, and he groaned helplessly. "Damn you, Stuart, you--ohhhh, do that again . . ." Dragon was reduced to putty by a particularly well-placed touch. Stuart smiled triumphantly and moved his hand a tiny bit. Dragon gave a long, drawn-out groan, a quivering wail that reeked of desire. "You're beautiful, you know that?" Stuart murmured, stroking his hands down over Dragon's bare arms. Dragon had his head thrown back, pushing his chest out, exposing his neck. Stuart took full advantage, drawing a line of wet kisses from Dragon's chin to his chest, silently staking claim. "You are gorgeous . . . and you are mine."
"Yessss . . ." Dragon groaned, incapacitated by Stuart's hand inside his pants. Stuart slipped off Dragon's pants, hooked a finger into the waistband of his boxers and pushed them downward. Peter groaned in anticipation. He knew what was coming.
Stuart knelt in front of Peter. Not quickly, but taking his time, flaming mouth leaving a wet trail over Peter's body. Peter's breath grew shorter and more strangled as Stuart contemplated his rock-hard, pulsating cock.
"Would you like me to suck you off, Peter?" Stuart asked, as if he was asking if Peter wanted to go out to lunch. Peter growled and thrust himself at Stuart.
"FUCK you, Stuart, do it dammit! Oh Christ, I need you so bad, I need©©" His words were stopped abruptly as Stuart sunk his mouth around his cock, swallowing it until he felt his nose touch springy hair. Peter threw his head back and groaned luxuriously, a quivering cry that made Stuart's already hard cock stiffen. Stuart made a sound, his mouth vibrated around Peter's cock.
Dragon swore softly, joyfully, as Stuart's skillful mouth worked his cock. He loved it when Stuart sucked him, something that didn't happen very often. Stuart liked to be taken. Consequently, Peter had become the dominant one in the relationship, and although that was nice, there were times Peter wished Stuart would dominate him. Peter gasped harshly as Stuart's teeth lightly grazed the tight skin of his cock, and he reached down to tangle a hand in his lover's hair. "Stuarrrtttt . . ." His eyes went wide as Stuart did-something, God knows what-to his balls. "Oh SHIT Stuart, I'm gonna come . . . Christ, I'm gonna come so fuckin hard . . ."
Stuart smiled around a mouthful of Peter Dragon and hummed softly, creating a delicious vibration around Peter's cock. Dragon cried out triumphantly, pushing himself deeper into Stuart's mouth. Stuart swallowed, gently urging Peter to empty himself. When Peter finished, he sighed happily and dragged Stuart upward.
"You, my friend . . . you are something else." Peter sounded exhausted. Stuart drew him foreward, toward a couch against far wall. Peter sat first, the slick leather against his bare ass erotic. "I'd like to see you again tonight," he said quietly, tugging gently on Stuart's hands. Stuart smiled and sat beside him.
"We'll see," he whispered. He leaned over and kissed Peter once. "You'd better get dressed. We've got a meeting in ten minutes."
He smiled, stood, and slipped silently through the door. Dragon sat quietly for a moment, then reached for his clothes.
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