Chapter 1: Intermission Ruin
The applause was a thunderous, rolling wave that crashed against the flimsy backstage wall. Lucas caught Evan’s eye from across the clutter of props and cables, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face. He didn't say a word, just jerked his head toward the end of the hall. The bathroom.
Evan’s heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage of flesh and bone. He followed, the sound of his own footsteps drowned out by the fading ovation.
The bathroom was a closet, really. A single stall, a sink, a mirror already fogged with the residual heat of too many bodies. The air was thick with the sweet, chemical smell of foundation and hairspray. Lucas locked the door behind them, the click of the bolt echoing finality.
“You were good out there,” Lucas said, his voice a low rumble. He crowded Evan back against the cold tile wall, his hands finding Evan’s hips. “Nervous, though. I could see your hands shaking from the front row.”
“Was not,” Evan muttered, his face flushing. He could feel the solid heat of Lucas’s body through his costume.
“Liar.” Lucas’s grin was all teeth. He leaned in, his breath hot against Evan’s neck. “You like it when I call you out, don’t you? You like knowing I’m watching you.”
Evan’s breath hitched. He couldn’t form a denial. Lucas’s mouth found his, not a kiss but a takeover, all demanding tongue and possessive pressure. Evan melted into it, his hands coming up to clutch at Lucas’s shoulders. The rough fabric of his stage doublet was a stark contrast to the slick heat inside his mouth.
Lucas broke the kiss, his eyes dark and focused. “Turn around.”
A jolt of pure, electric fear and anticipation shot through Evan. He hesitated for a single, suspended second before obeying, turning to face the foggy mirror. His own reflection was a blurry ghost, wide-eyed and flushed. Lucas pressed against his back, his hard cock a firm pressure against Evan’s ass.
“Look at you,” Lucas whispered, his voice rough in Evan’s ear. One hand slid around to palm Evan through his pants, making him gasp. The other hand worked at his belt buckle, the clink of the metal loud in the small room. “You been thinking about this all night? During my soliloquy? While you were delivering your lines?”
“Yes,” Evan breathed, the admission torn from him.
Lucas yanked Evan’s pants and boxers down to his thighs in one sharp motion. The cold air hit his skin, followed by the hotter shock of Lucas’s hand sliding between his cheeks. Evan jolted, his forehead thumping against the cool glass of the mirror.
“Fuck, you’re already slick,” Lucas grunted, his fingers sliding easily through the lube Evan had, in a fit of desperate hope, applied before the curtain rose. “You really are a dirty little pig, aren’t you? Getting yourself ready for me during intermission.”
Evan squeezed his eyes shut, humiliation and arousal burning through him in equal measure. “Lucas, please…”
“Please what?” Lucas’s voice was a taunt. He spat on his fingers, adding to the slickness, and pushed one, then two inside without ceremony. Evan cried out, the stretch a familiar, welcome burn. “You wanted this. You fucking begged for it with those desperate looks all week.”
He withdrew his fingers. Evan heard the rasp of a zipper, the tear of a condom wrapper. He braced himself, hands flat against the wall, watching their blurred forms in the mirror.
Lucas didn’t guide himself in. He just pressed the thick, blunt head against Evan’s hole and shoved forward, a single, brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt.
Evan’s scream was strangled, swallowed by the tile and the distant, lingering applause. His vision whited out for a second, the sheer, overwhelming fullness stealing his breath. It hurt. It always hurt at first, a sharp, splitting pain that made his eyes water.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Lucas groaned, his body a solid, immovable weight against Evan’s back. He didn’t move, just let Evan feel every inch of him. “Take it. Come on, pig. Take my cock.”
He began to move, short, punishing thrusts that rocked Evan forward into the mirror. The glass rattled in its frame. Each drive punched a grunt from Evan’s lungs. Lucas’s hand fisted in his hair, yanking his head back so he was forced to look at their reflection—at Lucas’s fierce, concentrated face, at his own tear-streaked, open-mouthed expression of agonized pleasure.
“You see that?” Lucas panted, his hips snapping faster. “See what you look like getting fucked? This is what you are for me.”
Evan could only moan, a broken, continuous sound. The pain was already blurring, transforming into a deep, internal friction that set his nerves on fire. He was hard, his own cock leaking against the cold tile wall. He was disgusting. He was perfect.
Lucas’s rhythm became erratic, his thrusts deeper, harder. He released Evan’s hair and wrapped a strong arm around his chest, holding him upright as he hammered into him. The sound of their bodies slapping together mixed with their ragged breaths and the faint, final applause from the auditorium.
“Gonna come,” Lucas grunted, his voice strained. “Gonna fill this condom up because you’re such a good, filthy hole for me.”
That was all it took. The crude words, the possessive grip, the relentless pounding. Evan came with a shattered cry, his orgasm ripping through him uncontrollably, painting the wall in front of him with hot, white stripes. His body clenched violently around Lucas, milking him, pulling a guttural roar from Lucas’s throat as he drove in one last, final time and stilled, his own release shuddering through him.
For a long moment, the only sound was their heaving breaths, fogging the mirror even more. Lucas slumped against him, his weight heavy and warm. He slowly pulled out, the sensation making Evan wince.
Lucas turned him around, his gaze sweeping over Evan’s wrecked face, his exposed, softening body. He smirked, wiping a thumb over Evan’s wet cheekbone.
“See?” Lucas said, his voice dropping back to its normal, charming register. He tucked himself away and zipped up his pants as if nothing had happened. “Told you you were good.” He unlocked the bathroom door. “Clean yourself up. Cast party at Jake’s in twenty. Don’t be late.”
He slipped out, leaving Evan alone in the stifling room, leaning against the wall, his pants around his thighs, the smell of sex and sweat thick in the air. The applause had completely faded now. There was only silence.