Kaine

Driver walked around the set, bored and looking for another cup of coffee. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight anyway, so why not get a cup?

He navigated through trailers for a couple of minutes, just wondering aimlessly, until he realized that there was a trailer near him that had a coffee machine in it. Colt liked to use that machine because it was "better than the others", whatever that meant.

Driver switched his path so he'd end up in front of that trailer and reached the door with silent footfalls. He pulled open the door, looking down at the steps as he rose them, and pulled the door shut behind him. Driver turned away from the door and looked up at where the counter was, where the coffee machine lay.

Uh.

Well, this is a predicament.

Driver's eyes widened at what was in front of him. He went stock still, standing in front of the door and blocking some of the evening light as he stopped breathing.

Colt was leaning back against the counter, facing the door, with his belt and jeans undone and a hand wrapped around his dick.

Driver stared down at Colt's hand wrapped around himself and saw Colt leaking precum. Colt was breathing heavily with a glazed look in his eyes, staring at Driver as if he'd just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Driver turned back towards the door suddenly and yanked the blinds over the window down. The trailer became a bit darker—not by much—so at least people won't be able to see Colt like this anymore.

Driver locked the door to the trailer with a sharp click afterwards. The only sound in the trailer was Colt's labored breaths as he tried to calm himself down, but Driver could only hear his blood rushing in his head.

Colt shuffled behind Driver, and Driver turned around slowly, eyes wide still. Colt looked away from Driver, embarrassed beyond comprehension at being caught doing this.

"Oh my god," Colt mumbled out, face red. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. This is- Holy shit." He stuttered and started pulling his pants back up.

Driver bit his lip as he watched Colt's length disappear from view, and without thinking, moved towards Colt to box him against the counter.

"Uhh," Colt leaned his head up to look at Driver, wondering if he was angry. "'m really sorry about this, I look like- shit."

Driver shook his head at Colt. He didn't need to apologize; this was clearly an accident, and Driver knew that. Honestly, he was glad the door was unlocked… Now, he just needed Colt to pull his pants back down.

Driver scanned Colt's face and saw the anxiety written on it clearly. "It's okay." He put a hand on the counter beside Colt's hip.

Colt ducked his head down in shame and went to redo his zipper and belt, but Driver's voice made him freeze.

"You looked close," Driver whispered, gripping the counter. "I could help you."

Colt snapped his head back up at Driver. "What?" His voice cracked.

"I could help you." Driver repeated easily, "No one will bother us now." He leaned down into Colt's space and drifted his hand from the counter to one of the belt loops of Colt's jeans.

Colt flushed and cleared his throat. "I don't want you to feel like you have to, ya know?" He watched Driver's pointer and middle finger wrap around his belt loop with bated breath.

Driver tilted his head at Colt. "I want to," Driver responded eagerly. "I really want to."

Colt thought it over for only a second before he nodded and looked at Driver. "Okay." His heart was beating out of his chest, but his voice remained steady.

Driver gave him a small smile before he tugged on the belt loop, making Colt's pants drop down again. Colt leaned forward to let the jeans slide down more easily without the counter working against them, and Driver used both hands to pull his jeans and underwear down to his lower thighs.

Driver squeezed Colt's upper thigh with one hand as he stared at Colt's dick. Of course, the pretty-boy stuntman on set was pretty everywhere... Jesus.

Colt felt his ears burn as Driver looked him over with hungry eyes.

Driver glanced back up at Colt, made sure he was okay with what was happening, and then dipped his hand down between them and wrapped it around Colt.

Colt jumped at the touch and smacked his back against the counter behind him. Driver was gentle. His touch was much lighter than Colt thought it would be. When he had met Driver, their handshake had been firm, and introductions were kept short. All Driver did was nod and give a shy smile as he shook Colt's hand, and Colt felt stupid looking at that cute smile.

Colt was so glad he left that door unlocked, holy shit.

Driver tightened his hold around Colt and let the wetness seep in front of his palm before he started moving.

Colt gasped when Driver started stroking his dick. He was already close when Driver had walked in, so now he was sensitive to say the least.

Driver shushed him quietly as Colt rocked his hips into Driver's hand. Colt was being loud, and Driver had barely done anything to him.

"Put your head on my shoulder," Driver instructed, and Colt did it without thinking.

Driver's shirt was warm and soft, which made Colt dig his head further into it as he gasped from Driver's touch.

Driver brought a hand around the back of Colt's head, just resting it there, and leaned his face down to keep shushing him gently as Colt moaned into his chest.

Colt let out a choked sob as Driver swiped a thumb over his tip before smearing the precum back down his length.

Driver quietly worked Colt closer and closer, but Colt was getting wobbly on his feet, even with him leaning against the counter. Colt bit his lip and dug his face into Driver's chest as Driver picked him up quickly and set him down on the countertop.

Colt's never been picked up before. Never in any context like this.

"Fuck," Colt whispered as he wrapped his arms around Driver and dug his fingers into his back. Driver pressed them closer together before stroking Colt again. Faster now that he knew Colt wouldn't fall.

Colt squeezed his thighs around Driver's legs as Driver sped up and moaned loudly into his shirt. Colt felt himself drool into the material, but didn't care as he pressed his face further and further into it to try to quiet himself.

"'m close," Colt's voice cracked, and he thought he heard a stitch or two tear as he clawed at Driver's back.

Driver hummed in response and pressed his nose into Colt's hair. "Doing so good," He praised Colt in a soft tone.

Colt whined at his words and twitched in Driver's palm. His slick was making an obscene sound, and he knew his underwear and Driver's hand would be covered in it after he came.

Driver pressed his head down into the side of Colt's head and kissed right above his ear. It was a sweet, soft gesture that made Colt cry out.

Colt came in Driver's hand and bit down onto Driver's shirt to muffle most of his moans. He breathed heavily as Driver stroked him through his orgasm and whined when Driver's hand became too much.

Driver pulled his hand away slowly and rested it on Colt's abdomen. It was wet from Colt's everything. "You okay?" Driver spoke directly into Colt's ear, and Colt shuddered.

Shit. Even his voice was so soft.

"Mhmm," Colt mumbled around Driver's shirt before letting it go. It fell back against Driver's chest, and when Colt pulled his head back, he saw a huge wet patch on the material from Colt's spit.

Colt was ready to apologize for ruining the shirt, but Driver took a half-step back before taking it off in a single motion.

Colt's eyes widened as he looked over skin he's never laid eyes on. Of fucking course he's pretty. Colt tried to hide his dick twitching with his hands bunched in his lap as Driver curled the shirt into a ball.

Driver wiped Colt's thighs and length down silently, glancing up at Colt's face every now and then to make sure he wasn't causing any pain.

After he finished, he looked Colt over one last time to make sure he got everything and wiped his hand off with the shirt and shoving part of it into one of the back pockets of his jeans so it wouldn't fall.

Colt sat on the counter, dazed, catching his breath and utterly distracted by Driver's torso.

Driver approached Colt again and patted his thigh before bringing his pants and underwear up. Colt lifted his hips like Driver wanted him to, and his pants and underwear went back over his hips perfectly.

Without being asked or told to, Driver re-zipped Colt's pants and buckled his belt. He took a second to nod at his work before he took a slight step back and looked at Colt with wide eyes. "That was okay, right?" Driver sounded unsure of himself and didn't make eye contact as he asked.

Colt's jaw dropped. After everything Driver just did for him, he's still unsure if Colt liked it. Oh boy.

"That was- shit," Colt told Driver, awestruck. "That… you were incredible." Colt nodded to himself, agreeing with his own words. "Thank you."

Driver's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and he shrugged. "Was nothing…" He trailed off.

Colt bit his lip. He got the feeling if he tried reassuring Driver that he did well, Driver would just keep denying it.

Colt decided on baby steps— he'll work Driver up to accepting compliments.

There was silence in the trailer as both of them thought to themselves. Colt cleared his throat. "Hey, uhh… why did you come in here?" Colt realized how that sounded, "Not that you coming in here was a bad thing! It's just that you clearly weren't looking for me…"

Driver smiled at Colt before nodding. "Looking for coffee."

Colt slowly dropped down off the counter, making sure his knees weren't wobbly before he stood up straight. "How 'bout I treat you to a cup of one as thanks?"

Driver watched Colt work around the countertop, putting together two cups of coffee without waiting for Driver to respond. "I'd like that," Driver admitted quietly and leaned against the counter near Colt with his arms crossed.

Colt glanced up at Driver with a small smile, "I'll get you a new shirt, I promise."

Driver huffed a laugh and cheekily responded, "Think you like me without my shirt."

Colt felt his face flush as he turned his head away from Driver, focusing only on the coffee machine. Driver snickered beside him, and Colt felt himself smile.