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"There are some that will say that I meant to kill my brother. And I'll have to live with those whispers for the rest of my life" Maekar leans on the desk with a pitiful look.
"ANNND CUT!" Sarah the director says. "Well done guys!"
Before Peter can blink, his boyfriend is gone, and even though it's early days, There's an urge to go and see if he's okay. Fortunately Peter's not in the next scene. It easy for him to sneak into Sam's trailer. Sure enough, he's taking pictures of himself. Probably to send to a thousand group-chats. Sam looks entirely different as Maekar. He's blonde, with a goatee. Lighter than his usual colour, but Peter finds that the blonde hardens him in a way. Every expression is a little sharper. His eyes are bloodshot.
"Sam?" Peter knocks on the wall.
"Oh hey you!" Sam puts the phone down and spins on his make up chair. "I hope that scene wasn't too much of a downer!"
"I could ask you the same thing. Your eyes are red" Peter points out
"We were filming Baelor's funeral earlier so...." Sam tilts his head, his tongue tapped against his front tooth.
"What?" Peter rapidly blinks.
"Awww are you....here to check up on me?" Sam slowly starts stroking his goatee to take it off.
Peter stops him. "You can leave it on ya know"
"Oh Ser Dunk, leave my mustache on for what exactly?" He waves Peter over. Pulling the taller man over by the waist band of his trousers.
"I just...." Peter sighs as Sam massages his palm over Peter's member in circular motions. He smiles as he watches him harden. "Sam....we're on set!" He hisses, but stays firmly in his place. He lifts his blue tunic above the belly button.
Sam firmly licks his stomach, before wrestling his trousers down to above the knee. He arches his hand around Peter's shaft, prodding at his tip with his tongue.
"dduugoh...fuck!" Peter moans as he steadies himself on the chair.
"Petey, you're too sweet for your own good" Sam licks his stomach crease, tutting at the taste of sweat. "But you can't keep coming to my trailer. "We've only just started....whatever this is" He tenderly spits on his tip.
Peter didn't even know that delicate sex spitting was even possible until Sam did that.
"You should make a move" Sam tilts away.
"Awww, really?" Peter whines.
As if Sam was psyhic, a knock arrives on the door.
"Come on Sam! We're on the horses now guys! They can hear their Co-Star, Henry Ashton says through the door.
Panicking, Peter runs into a distant corner.
"Relax, Henry's so bloody tall, he'll never see you" Sam pats his boyfriend on the shoulder as he smartens himself up and answers his trailer door.