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In Greg's dream he's at the pub, having a couple of pints alone. He hears the door open behind him and when he turns, he sees David Mitchell. David doesn't look well: His hair is unwashed, he has deep circles under his eyes, and his beard needs a trim. He sees Greg's familiar face and half-smiles, walking over to sit next to Greg.
"David!" Greg says affectionately and gives him a quick hug. "You alright mate? You look a little haggard."
David grunts and orders a drink before turning back to Greg. "Lee's been on tour for a month now. I miss him so much. I haven't been able to sleep without him." Lee and David’s relationship was pretty much the gold standard of all British panel shows. They were so in love; they were an inspiration to every other homoerotic comedy team. Everyone wanted their relationship to be like Lee and David’s, no one more than Greg with his Little Alex Horne.
Greg nods sympathetically. He hasn't been sleeping well either. He's still desperately in love with Alex and completely unable to tell him. An idea starts to form in his mind.
"Remember that time Lee couldn't do Would I Lie to You? and I filled in as captain? That was fun."
David smiles. "Yes, you weren't quite what I was used to for a sparring partner, but we made do in a pinch."
Greg raises his eyebrows, "You know I could fill in for Lee in other ways too."
Through the magic of dreams, they are suddenly transported to what Greg assumes is David's flat, though it looks suspiciously like the one he and Rhod had shared many years ago. David is offering him a drink, which he takes and then suddenly he has David pinned against a wall.
David's mouth is hot and wet when they kiss. He sounds desperate, needy. Greg slides his tongue into David's mouth, and they clash together, fighting for control. He rips David's hot pink button-down shirt off, and buttons scatter everywhere. David doesn't seem to care, a clue to either his desperation or the fact that it is a dream. He takes his own shirt off and drops his trousers too. David follows suit and now they are both standing in the kitchen in their pants and socks.
He looks down at David's pants, there is a wet patch seeping through already.
"Wet for me already, eh Mitchell?" he asks, tugging at the waistband just enough to get a peek.
"Greg, please just fuck me already," he says, eyes shimmering with lust. He doesn't have to tell Greg twice. Greg pulls off David's pants and kneels to give his cock a couple deep sucks. David whines even more than usual. He teases David a little more and then stands back up and pulls his own pants off.
“Fuck,” David says when he sees Greg’s cock. “Fuck.”
Next thing Greg knows, he's got David bent over a table. He's already opened and ready so Greg lines himself up and slams into David. Hard.
David lets out a moan that borders on a scream, and Greg can't help but wonder if Alex would make those kinds of sounds too. But he waves the thought away and back to the matter at hand. He's going relatively slowly but David starts begging. "Harder, Greg, pound me into oblivion, make me so exhausted I have to sleep tonight."
Greg complies, fucking David as hard as he can, the table wobbling and shaking from the force. David moans obscenely as Greg reaches for his cock. He pumps a few times and David is coming. "Fuck, Greg, fuck!" he shouts. A moment later, Greg follows, moaning but being very careful not to speak, lest he speak the name always on his mind.
David is a mess, so Greg carries him to the bathroom and cleans him up. Then he tucks David into bed.
David looks so small, in the big bed by himself. He's so lucky to have Lee, who loves him desperately, who lights up every time he looks at David. Greg is thinking about Alex, willing him to appear in what he is starting to understand is a dream.
"Would you stay? Give me a good cuddle?" David asks half-falling asleep already. Greg smiles.
"I'd love to, David. I'm always here to fill in for Lee."