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Date Posted: 13:24:51 11/30/16 Wed
Author: Comicality
Subject: (Part One)
In reply to: Comicality 's message, "(S) "Waiting Outside The Lines 19"" on 13:18:55 11/30/16 Wed



"Waiting Outside The Lines 19"




I don't know if it was the fact that I was lost in a dreamlike state of mind over the conversation that I just had with my sweetie, Greyson, on the phone...or the fact that I was sporting one of the biggest, hardest, BONERS ever...and was afraid to get out of the car before I adjusted that bad boy and hid it from the watchful eye of the public...but I refused to get out of that car until I felt like I was ready. I just wanted to relax for a few minutes. Take in this cherished moment and enjoy it for all it was worth. 



I leaned my head back and just sighed out loud, my eyes closed as I tried to absorb it all. What the hell did I do in my life to deserve something like this? Who do I owe? I've got to be seriously in debt to somebody for bringing Greyson into my life and opening his heart to me. Things like this don't just 'happen', do they? Maybe I'm reading too much into this. Who knows?



When I heard a gentle tap on the car window beside me, I half expected it to be my mom coming to see what was taking me so long. But when I opened my eyes...Chandler Riggs' bright blue specs were staring back at me. His long hair gracefully cascading down to the corners of his adorable smile. It caught me off guard, and I immediately sat up straight in my seat, trying to get control of my senses.



Chandler giggled at my fidgety reaction to his presence, and he had to make a few hand gestures to remind me to roll down the car window so he could actually talk to me. "Oh! Ummm, right! Hold on!" I pressed the button, and the window didn't move. Then I thought about it, and the car wasn't on. Damn electronic window! I told him to hang on, but I don't know if he heard me or not. I dug around in my pants pockets for my mom's car keys. Where did I put them? Shit! "Just...gimmee a second! I think I...ummm...just hold on..." I heard a rattle in my left pocket and quickly shoved my hand as deep into my pocket as I could. It wasn't until the fabric of my jeans stretched and pressed down on my throbbing erection that I realized that Chandler was standing RIGHT THERE, and could clearly see the obscene lump in my crotch through the clear, glass, window! Why am I so BAD at everything I do???



I attempted to slightly turn my hips away from him so the outline of my excited shaft wouldn't be so obvious, but who knows if it worked or not. I just fished my keys out of my pocket and nervously jammed them into the ignition, turning the car battery on so I could finally get the window down.



"Hehehe, having a little trouble there, Evan?" Chandler giggled.



"No. Not at all. I'm cool." I replied, but I couldn't have been more unconvincing. Especially considering that I was panting and out of breath.

 

He looked away from me, trying to conceal his snickers as well as a visible blush. Then he was like, "Well...whatever. Look, the director found a couple of unwanted shadows in the dailies that he didn't catch the first time around. He wants us to come back and do a few reshoots. Just in case they can't fix them in post. He's a stickler for natural filmmaking...sunlight and all. So me and Asa are going back in a few minutes. We need ya, bud. Cool?"



Why are his eyes so blue? Are they SUPPOSED to be like that? Has he been to the special effects trailer for contact lenses, or what? "Ok. I'll ummmm...I'll be there in a few seconds." I said.



He nodded with a smirk. "Alright. Just thought I'd let you know." Then he looked at my bare chest, my shirt still wrapped around my head, and he reached through the window to feel the moist smoothness of my sun-heated skin...saying, "I'm glad you went shirtless with us, dude. It's...you know...hot." Arrrgh! Don't DO that, Chandler!!! Why does he insist on driving me so goddamn CRAZY all the time! "See you on set." He brought two of his fingertips to his lips to kiss them in the cutest way. Then he quickly reached into the car again to press those fingertips to my cheek before giggling and walking away.



You know...if I didn't have a boyfriend already NONE of this would be happening right now!



That is just SO unfair!



I don't know if my performance was as good as it was the first few times around, but I had to give the reshoots my best shot anyway. Asa and Chandler had both been doing this for a lot longer than I have, so they don't seem to rattle easy. But me? I had to use half of my brain power to stop trembling. Between having the two hottest teen stars on the set now openly flirting with me, and the anxiety I was experiencing just trying back to Greyson for some more quality time alone...I'm surprised the nervous tremors didn't cause my bones to crack. I hope it doesn't show on my face. It'll be on camera forever if it does. People all over the world will get this season of 'The Walking Dead' on DVD, take one look at my face, and think, "What the hell was that kid's problem?"



Come on. Get me out of here. I REALLY just need to get out of here!



"Cut! Alright, you guys. You're off the hook for the day. Rest up for tomorrow." The director said, and I swear, I nearly bolted off set fast enough to leave a rising cloud of dust behind me. I almost forgot to get my clothes back to wardrobe. I cleaned up as quickly as I could, happy to have a shirt back on in front of everybody. Then I almost ran right into Chandler and Asa on my way out of the trailer.



"Much of a hurry?" Asa asked with a grin.



"Yeah. I need to go."



"You sure? We were just about to go ask Mingus if he wanted to join us for milkshakes. His dad's still got a few hours left on the clock before he can leave. So..."



"Sorry. Can't do it. I've got plans." I said, picking up the pace as I continued to walk away. "Maybe next time." I didn't want to be rude,but I've had enough temptation to stop a horse's heart at this point. I'm horny enough to split in two and start screwing myself! All that sexy frustration is best directed at my favorite boy. Believe me...I'm so ready for this.



"Alright, hon. You want a sit down dinner, or do you just want to grab some takeout?" My mom asked, a few steps behind me as I blazed a trail back to the car.



"Do I wanna what?"



"Food? Dinner? Popcorn? Movie? Remember?" She said. "I heard there was this creepy thriller about a stalker who's hunting this family during a thunderstorm. It sounds like it might be a..."



I instantly cut her off. "Oh! Oh, Mom...you know...I sort of made plans for tonight."



She wrinkled her brow slightly. "Plans? Well...what kind of plans?"



"I was actually going to ask if you could maybe drive me back to the hotel. You remember? I was going to hang out over there for a few hours."



"With your friends?" She asked.



"Yeah." I mumbled, wishing that she would a little bit faster so we could get in the car.



"Are your friends Asa and Chandler going to be going too?"



"What? No. No way." I said, making her slightly suspicious now.



"Well, then who are you hanging out with tonight?"



"Nobody. Just a friend." I said with a whine.

 

"What friend? Where did you meet him?"



"I met him here on the set. Mom, can we just go?"



She looked around, "Where is he? Point him out to me."



Ok, now she's starting to aggravate me. "He doesn't work on the set, Mom. He just...he stopped by. And we met. And we're friends. Is that ok?" I was trying to keep her from thinking about it to much, but that almost never works. Not with my mom. That woman's brain is constantly analyzing everything at all hours of the day or night. I don't know how she's able to sleep at night. Even THEN she's thinking about stuff she shouldn't.



"I don't know, Evan. I don't like you carrying on like this with people I don't know..." What is she TALKING about??? Nooooo! Set me FREE, woman! If you don't let me see my Greyson tonight I'm going to throw a tantrum that can be seen from SPACE, dammit!



"He's not a stranger, Mom! I told you, he's my friend!" I tied not to seem too excited, but I could already feel my heart breaking in my chest for even having to get into this conversation. It's not like I could just tell her that I was super horny and I wanted to suck my favorite popstar off a few hundred times before bed! Awww, why is she making this difficult? "Can I just go? PLEASE???"



My mom looked me right in the eye, and held that contact for an extended moment, before finally saying, "I want to meet this 'friend' of yours, Evan. No more hanging out between you two until I get to know him. Understood?"



"Fine. That's totally fine. I'll tell him tonight, ok?" I'd say anything to get her into that car and driving in the right direction. "Can we go? He's sort of waiting on me. I told him I'd be there as soon as I wrapped for the day." Hold steady, Evan. Don't look too anxious. Just keep her brain busy for a few more seconds and then change the subject to something else entirely.



"I'm serious about what I said, Evan." She said in a stern tone of voice.



"Ok. That's fine. I'll tell him to come to the set or something this week. Just...for the love of God, can you PLEASE just..."



"Hey!" She stated firmly. "Tone, young man."



"I'm sorry." I tried to lower my voice and contain myself, but every minute that I spent trying to convince her that it was alright, was another minute spent away from my sweetheart. If only she knew how utterly LOST in love I was when it came to this boy. If only she could feel the excitement pulsing in the very center of me, yearning for his contact, craving his kiss, until it was beginning to physically hurt trying to breathe without it. If I could only get her to experience that insane feeling of pressurized chaos in my heart...she'd understand. And she wouldn't be torturing me like this.

 

I lowered my eyes slightly, hoping not to challenge her any further on the subject, while simultaneously hiding my true intentions...which were show to be glowing from behind my eyes in some way.



She hesitated...but then I heard the rattle of her car keys as she took them out of her purse. "You've got until ten O'clock, Mister. And if you give me any trouble like you did last time...you and I are going to have issues. Got it?"



"Totally!" I said, but I was unable to hold back the biggest grin EVER when I heard her say it. I practically skipped the rest of the way to the car in the lot. Hehehe! She's letting me go! YES! Hold on, Greyson! Stay sexy, sweetie! I'm on my way!



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Replies:

  • (Part Two) -- Comicality, 13:28:14 11/30/16 Wed
  • great chapter com (NT) -- tor200534, 15:34:51 11/30/16 Wed
  • > -- Mike84, 20:33:53 11/30/16 Wed
  • Aweamazing! -- Remijay, 12:18:25 12/01/16 Thu
  • Loved it! -- Welshdude, 17:34:19 12/01/16 Thu
  • That chapter was sweet AND sexy. :) -- Cirrus, 00:48:00 12/13/16 Tue

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