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"Anyone seen David?" You could hear all of the crew backstage, trying to find the one and only, David Walliams.
"He's not in his dressing room!" The more I heard the crew members yelling about, trying to find the man, the more I got curious.
"Dec, follow me," I was on a mission. Apparently, no one's thought about checking where Stephen may be, to find him, so I took it upon myself to do it for them.
Sure enough, we get to our own spot backstage and look across, only to see Stephen and David making out. David's thigh is meticulously placed between both of Stephen's and his hands are on Stephen's ass. Stephen's hands are tangled in David's hair. Their kiss seemed to be getting really heated. Just as David's hand was about to go up Stephen's shirt, a crew member tapped David on the shoulder, interrupting what was probably the hottest make out session I had seen in my life.
"And just when it was getting really hot."
I felt an elbow in my ribs. I'm guessing Dec doesn't like the fact that I found two other guys snogging, to be hot. Oh well, it was worth it. At least, that's what I thought until I realized my cock was throbbing.
"It's your own damn fault for staring." Shit, Dec noticed too. Fuck, he sounds so pissed off right now. "Sort it out yourself, I have to go finish getting ready for the show. We have 15 minutes." Great, now I get to make my way through everyone backstage, making sure they don't noticed the huge bulge in my pants, just to jack off alone.
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Getting to Dec and I's combined dressing room, I realize he's in there, styling his hair. Damit, he's just going to get more pissed off as soon as he hears me wanking. Unless, he's just pretending to be pissed off and truly just wants to fuck. Then again, I didn't see him getting hard. "Hey Dec."
"Your dick down yet?"
"I've only just got into the room Decs, there hasn't even been time for a wank yet."
"How should I know? It turned you on enough in my opinion. I swear if you touched your dick once, you would cum."
"Decky...come on, I didn't mean to stare, but even you have to admit that was fucking hot. Maybe it wasn't enough to turn you on, but it was hot."
"Fine. It was hot, I'll give you that, but you were still staring and it made me jealous. I'll suck you off if you want me to, but we've got to hurry up."
"Thank God! Please, please, please. It's kind of starting to hurt."
"Come here."
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As we took our seats at the panel for the beginning of the show, I could see Stephen backstage and I couldn't stop thinking about that interruption. Although, I am quite grateful for it. Who knows how far we would've gotten, had they not found me. I was getting harder by the minute, all wrapped up in that kiss. His ass just always feels so nice in my hands, it's really quite the turn on.
I feel myself beginning to get hard again and immediately stop thinking about it, trying to focus on literally anything else. I can't wait to get this over with. I'm just too horny to really focus on the show.
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As the show came to a close and Stephen came out to do his piece, my control started slipping. Usually, it's not this bad, I can control myself, but when you get interrupted... well, good luck trying to keep your dick down and your thoughts clean.
As I stare at my man, I can see he isn't doing much better himself. He keeps stuttering, fidgeting, and he won't stop looking at me. It looks like neither of us are going to last much longer. The desire is getting more obvious and I fear that someone is going to notice.
My fear, however, doesn't last long, as Stephen's games and such come to an end.
As soon as the cameras are off, I get up and calmly start walking back stage, going into a run as soon as I get there.
I don't have to wait but five minutes before I hear a frantic knock on my door and Stephen rushes into the room, shutting the door, and attacking my lips. My arms reach around his waist, one hand grabbing his ass, the other untucking his shirt. Our crotches collide and I can feel just how bad he wants me in this moment. My hips start moving of their own accord, pressing our clothed cocks together in a rhythm of need.
Just when I've got his pants opened, my hand diving in to rub his dick, I hear another knock on my dressing room door. I heave a frustrated sigh, resting my head on Stephen's shoulder, with my hand still on his cock. "Mr. Walliams?" Great, a crew member, just exactly what I need and want right now.
"Yes?"
"Your presence has been requested for autograph signings outside. I was told to come find you and Mr. Mulhern. Does he happen to be in there with you?" Why can they never just leave us alone?
"Yes, he is. We will be right out." I hear his foot steps as he moves away from the door, and I give another sigh of frustration.
"Let's go. We shouldn't keep them waiting, I guess."
I remove my hand from his dick and fasten his pants back up, then wait for him to tuck his shirt in, as I move towards the door. "You know, they have the literal worst timing in the world."
"Tell me about it."
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When we got back into the building, we decided we should just get changed and go back to my place. That is, until Simon asked us to dinner with the rest of the judges, as well as, Ant and Dec. We just agreed and hoped we could hold off a bit longer.
When everyone was back into normal clothes, we headed off to a nicer restaurant.
Dinner was good and the conversation was nice, but really, all I was looking forward to was getting home and getting off at this point. The thoughts of doing such didn't really allow me to enjoy our time together with the rest of our friends.
When we had been there for two hours, I made the decision to leave. Stephen wasn't too far behind and I met him at my place.
By the time he got there, I was already in my room, undressing.