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In Richard Osman's dream, he's not the tallest person in the room for once.
It's after the Series 2 final and Greg asks Richard to come to his dressing room. Richard feels his breath hitch a little. On the outside, he seems pretty put-together, but as the live shows have gone on, he's developed a bit of a crush on Greg. He's never been attracted to men before but something about being the smaller one in a relationship for a change has him all flustered. He walks down the narrow corridor, heart thumping in his chest.
When he opens the door, Greg is sitting on the couch, still wearing is Taskmaster suit.
"Hi Greg, great show tonight." Greg hands Richard a drink and waves for him to sit.
"I can't thank you enough for being on the show," Greg says. "I know I made a lot of jokes about you not being a comedian, but I think you're going to bring a lot of people to Taskmaster, really help us build our audience."
"Happy to do it, it was a lot of fun," Richard says, smiling nervously.
"Nice to have a fellow tall bloke on here too," Greg says. "I like knowing that there's one of you I wouldn't crush to death."
Richard laughs. His inner monologue says "wouldn't mind it" but he dares not say it out loud. Greg seems to be looking him up and down, but he can't think of a thing to say. Suddenly, Greg jumps up off the couch:
"Back-to-back. Let's see if you really are as tall as you say." Richard is about to protest--why would he lie about this--but he goes along with it anyway. The first thing he notices is how warm Greg is. He can’t help but feel a little excited that Greg’s arse is touching his. Greg uses his hand to measure the difference, then he turns around and puts his hands on Richard’s shoulders to spin him around.
Richard finds himself face-to-face and eye-to-eye with Greg.
"It's nice not having to look down to make eye contact with someone for once." Richard offers.
"I bet it would be nice to kiss without bending," Greg replies, licking his lips just slightly.
Richard swallows. The next thing he knows, Greg is closing the gap. The kiss is chaste, barely more than a peck. Greg pulls his head back to gauge Richard's reaction. Richard, arousal coursing through his entire body, leans back in and kisses Greg, this time much harder. Richard's big hands reach out for Greg's face, then begin to roam around his back. He can feel Greg's hand on his arse, and the other holding him close. Greg pulls back and goes to lock the door.
Richard's mind is blank, he doesn't know what to do. Greg steps back in to help, hands immediately going to Richard's belt. The next thing Richard knows, his cock is out, hard as a rock and dripping obscenely. Greg raises an eyebrow. "I see you've made up for that inch elsewhere," he says, raising an eyebrow. Greg pulls out his own cock which is a little thicker but otherwise similar to Richard's. Greg jerks them both off for a moment, then gets behind Richard and starts kissing his neck. Richard can feel a moan escaping. He distantly thinks about the rest of the cast hearing, but the thought fades away as Greg starts pulling his pants down in the back too.
"Want to fuck you standing up," Greg says. "Not something I get to do often."
He leans Richard over the couch and through the magic of dreams, he is open and prepped already. Greg slowly pushes his cock in, and Richard can feel it all over his body. "Oh god, Greg." He grunts, barely recognizing his own voice.
"That's good, Richard. You're taking me so well." Greg starts thrusting slowly into Richard, moaning each time. "You like that, Rich?" he whispers. "That feel good, baby?"
Richard can barely speak, but he manages to moan out a yes.
Greg reaches around for Richard's cock and Richard starts thrusting into his hand. "Come for me, Richard," Greg whispers, clearly on the edge himself. Richard cries out and comes all over the couch, as Greg's movements become more erratic. Greg comes as well, gripping Richard's back so hard, he's sure there will be marks.
After a few quiet moments, Greg pulls out and helps Richard sit on the couch. He leans Richard back onto himself, so his head is resting on Greg's chest. Richard sighs as Greg plays absent-mindedly with his hair.
"Have you ever been the little spoon," Greg asks.
"Never," Richard says.
"Want to come back to mine after the cast party for a good cuddle?"
"I'd love to," Richard says. When he wakes up, he can still feel the warmth of being held.