Had that been a moment, Evan wondered? It was hard to tell. It passed so quickly. What was he thinking? Cree Radek didn't give moments to mere mortals. And why should he? Evan worked for him. They were just running lines and, in all fairness, Evan had been the one to forget that arrangement. He'd been the one trying to tease Cree with some tongue play.
It was good he'd pulled his fingers out when he had. Curry, and he suspected any food, tasted better when licked off Cree. If he'd delayed even a second longer, Evan would have given into temptation and sucked those digits. A finger blow.
God, he'd almost slipped up. He couldn't lose this job. Not yet. Not when he was so close to finding his scumbag father. He needed Cree and his connections. He couldn't blow this, or Cree, for that matter.
Evan's full cock was becoming uncomfortable. In his old sweats, it wouldn't take much for Cree to notice the inappropriate bulge going on. Evan shifted carefully, placing the script over his lap to lay open while they ate and ran lines. It seemed like a natural placement. Maybe Cree wouldn't notice.
They worked for another two hours, finally calling it quits around midnight.
"Let's hit the sack," Cree announced, his voice rasping with the same fatigue Evan felt. "We're leaving for the set at five."
"In the morning?" Evan asked stupidly.
Cree cracked a smile, stretching those perfect lips over equally perfect teeth. They had to have been whitened. No one had a smile that bright. He found himself staring at Cree's mouth wishing it would come just a little closer.