Robbie laughed so hard his face went red as I poured more red wine into my wine glass.

Robbie holds his hand up, laughing as he pictures me on set, as I told him about the famous scene where I take Amanda's virginity on the show, a scene that fans talked constantly about, being the most famous scene in the show.

We're almost through the second bottle of wine, and I'm starting to get past tipsy, and so is Robbie as his face is slightly flushed and his eyes are hazy, drunk from whatever the hell is in that bottle of wine we devoured.

"Man, I'm drunk, what's in this stuff?" Robbie groaned out.

"Clara is going to kill me when I get home."

Snorting out, I hear the door open, Robbie and my head instantly turn around to see who it is, only to see Donovan come in, with his hand to his ear on the phone, not noticing us on the sofa staring at him.

Once he closes the door, his eyes snap to mine, then to Robbie's, his eyebrows raised slightly when he sees our flushed faces, and bottles of wine on the coffee table.

"Welcome home?" I say as Robbie laughs out, trying to sit up straight.

"I'll have to call you back Stephen." Donovan says into the phone, hanging up, making his way towards us, amusement in his eye as he stares at me and Robbie.

Robbie stumbles off the sofa and stands up, almost falling over, he holds his hand out to Donovan, with a tipsy grin on his face. "Hi, I'm Robbie, Evan's friend, Mr. Steele."

Donovan shakes his hand as his eyes land on mine, and I hold back the smile on my face by sucking in my lips.

"Your place is sick by the way, I could totally see why Evan went gay."

Silence fills the room as my mouth hangs wide open, a million emotions running through me, as my face flushed in embarrassment that he just said that in front of Donovan himself.

I let out a loud snort as I hide my face with my hand, just wanting to disappear, and forget that Robbie just said that out loud.

"Nice to meet you too, and just call me Donovan." Donovan says, smiling at Robbie, amused by what he said as I continue to hide my face.

"Dude, just sit down, or go home already." I groan out, putting the wine glass on the coffee table.

Robbie gives me a look before grinning at me proudly, then sits back down on the sofa beside me, as Donovan moves over to the coffee table and picks up an empty bottle of wine.

"Seems like I missed a party." He says, me and Robbie looking at each other with guilty faces.

"Not a bad choice." Donovan hums, putting the bottle down."Romanée-Conti Grand Cru 1990."

Not having a filter when I'm tipsy, I shrug and smile shyly, not knowing anything about wine. "It tasted good, this is our second bottle."

"For 21 thousand dollars a bottle, I'd hope so."

Robbie choked on the wine he was currently drinking from, as my eyes widen in shock, leaning forward and grabbing hold of an empty bottle of wine, not believing a bottle of this stuff could cost that much.

"You're joking." I pale. "Who buys wine for that much? Are you insane?" I shriek at him, not believing we drank it like bottles of water.

"Rich people are scary." Robbie mutters out, his face pale as Donovan laughs and simply sits back, his eyes on mine, amused by our reaction like we didn't just waste 42 thousand dollars worth of wine.

"It's fine." Donovan said. "That was the least expensive one I had."

The least expensive one?!

I saw lots of different types in his wine fridge, but I never thought they'd cost so much, who the hell buys wine for that much and doesn't leave a 'do not drink' table on it?

Groaning out I rub my face and glare at Donovan through my fingers. "You should lock shit like that up, I could've drank you dry."

"Trust me, he could do it, we called Evan the fountain back in school." Robbie snorted out. "Because he could drink anything and not get drunk."

I roll my eyes as Robbie's phone starts to ring. "You should probably answer that, or Clara will have your ass." I say, earning a glare from Robbie, as he fumbles to get his phone from his back pocket.

Robbie answers the phone and walks away as he starts talking to Clara, who doesn't sound happy on the phone, leaving me and Donovan alone in the lounge area.

He sat quietly watching us bicker with an amused look on his face, and I don't know why, but he looked happy, despite not having any sleep because of me, he seemed relaxed compared to his tense and intimidating posture.

"Sorry." I apologize, looking at him, feeling guilty. "We got carried away."

"Come here." Donovan says, unbothered, his intense eyes making my heart race. "You haven't kissed me hello yet."

Turning around, not seeing Robbie, I blush and get up off the sofa, and walk over to Donovan trying not to trip over my feet and fall flat on my ass, when I get close to Donovan, he leans forward and grabs my shirt, pulling me on top of him.

His lips instantly capture mine, making me groan out as I smell coffee coming off him, and then tasting it when he opens his mouth, invading my mouth with his tongue as I mirror his actions, holding onto his jacket tightly as his hand goes to grab my ass, squeezing it tightly.

I don't know if it's the wine, or Donovan touching me, but my body starts getting warmer with every movement of his lips, making me feel drunker than I've ever felt before, getting lost in the moment with how much I actually like kissing him.

I didn't even notice Robbie come back as he cleared his throat loudly, making me freeze and stop kissing Donovan, turning around to see Robbie standing there with a bright red face and a smile that I know I'll never recover from, as he just walked in on us.

I'm straddling Donovan on his lap, and I don't need a mirror to know I'm red as a tomato, the look on Robbie's face is enough to send me to an early grave.... an early death, simply from the embarrassment of being caught.

"Clara's coming to pick me up, just wanted to let you know." Robbie sheepishly said as I moved off Donovan, a sly smile on Donovan's lips when I look at him from the corner of my eye.

"I'll just..." He clears his throat. 

"Text me tomorrow and we'll grab lunch, yeah?" He says as I nod my head, clearing my own throat, wanting this moment to be over so I can dig my grave and throw myself in it, too embarrassed to look Robbie in the eye.

"Nice to meet you, Robbie, see you again soon." Donovan says, sounding unaffected, with a ghost smile on his lips as he stands up, picking up the bottle of wine we didn't finish and handing it over to Robbie.

"I think Evan's had enough." He says, as Robbie accepts the bottle and laughs nervously. "Get home safe."

Robbie blushed, not able to look Donovan's in the eye as he scurried to the front door holding the bottle of wine, giving me a thumbs up as he closed the door behind him, leaving me and Donovan, wanting nothing more than to rewind time.

"Oh my god." I groan out loudly, rubbing my face with my hands. "He saw us."

Donovan laughed a deep throaty laugh, making me groan again from how embarrassed I am right now.

"He looked like he didn't mind, I could've probably gotten away with much worse, he looks like he'd enjoy the show." Donovan says, amusement swirling in his grey eyes, making me cringe.

"Don't even joke about that, that's not funny Donovan." I state seriously, looking at Donovan in disgust. 

"I'd be surprised if I ever see him again now, we've probably scared him for life." I dramatically say in horror.

Donovan's face shifts once we realize we're completely alone now, when I look at Donovan I can see he's way ahead of me, taking off his jacket and unbuttoning the top of his grey suit shirt, his eyes fixated on me like pray.

"I didn't take you for the wine type of guy, Evan." His voice is low, coming over to me until he hovers over me on the sofa, his hands on either side of my head, trapping me, forcing me to look into his eyes.

I swallow the dry lump in my throat as my cock twitches in my sweatpants, the smell of coffee and Donovan's intoxicating cologne hitting my nose, the perfect mixture to make my mind hazy.

"How should I punish you?" His voice makes my stomach clench as he leans into my neck, his lips gently grazing my skin.

"I haven't touched you yet and you're already hard." He huskily said, his hand going down my sweatpants slowly until his hand reached my now erect manhood, gripping it tightly with his large hand.

"What would your friend say if he saw you now." His tongue licked my neck, making my face flush with embarrassment.

"My greedy boy, hungry for my cock."

My heart does a flip as Donovan grins into my neck, then suddenly pulls down my pants, moving away until he's kneeling in front of me, hair messy, shirt undone, and eyes filled with hunger, setting my skin on fire when he sticks out his tongue, and in slow motion, licks my erection held in his hand.

I feel like I just died and went to another world when he takes me deeper into his mouth, hitting the sides of his throat, I couldn't help from groaning out and thrusting my hips forward, wanting more of his hot, warm amazing throat, swallowing me without a single flinch.

"F-Fuck!" I hiss out, moaning as I grip his hair tightly. "I'm not gonna last Donovan!" I cry out as he starts sucking on me.

As much as I love when he does this, I needed something more than his mouth, I wanted him, I wanted Donovan inside of me so much that it felt like my whole body was on fire, and only Donovan could make it better, make me cold.

With a single motion, Donovan deep throats my length, making me cry out as he holds it there, before slowly moving my swollen red manhood from his mouth, licking his top lip as he stands up from kneeling in front of me, leaving me panting, flushed and incredibly horny.

Donovan wastes no time in unbuckling his belt and dropping it to the floor, along with his pants and underwear, his large thick erect manhood standing proud, and intimidating as he pulls me up and smashes his lips fiercely against my mine, painfully dominant and urgent, giving me no time to react as he pulls away just as hungrily, a man possessed, turning me around and pushing me forward onto the sofa, my ass in perfect view for him.

With his enormous length, he enters me before I had time to fully stabilize myself as I kneel on the sofa, my hands on the headrest with Donovan behind me, a beast with one single thought in mind.

I don't know if it was the wine or Donovan, but I felt I was being fucked into another universe entirely, Donovan's strong thrusts, his rough hands on my hips, his grunts that filled the air with each movement of his hips, the sound of our bodies connecting like animals in heat.

It was enough to make to instantly cum on the sofa, Donovan didn't stop, or care, he kept fucking me punishingly, anomalistically with his painfully large monster length, leaving me a mess, barely holding on to the sofa as he punishes my hole.

I don't know how long we were in that position before he carried me upstairs, his manhood still inside of me, his lips leaving marks anywhere his mouth could reach before he dropped me on the bed and started thrusting, without breaking a sweat.

"I love you." Donovan's deep voice fills the air, as the sound of our sweaty sticky bodies colliding with one another echoing in the large bedroom. 

"The things you do to me." He growled out, like a man consumed, his hot breath tickling my neck.

I held onto the blanket as tight as I could once he moved back, Donovan had never looked so sexy, his face twisted in pain and pleasure, his eyes looking down at me as he grabbed both of my legs, not stopping, putting my legs on his wide shoulders.

If this was punishment, I never wanted it to end, I wanted more, so much I couldn't think of anything else but him.

I trusted Donovan fiercely and loved him just as much, I never wanted it to end, this beautiful and strong man had stolen my heart and carved his name into it, possessively, darkly with a smile on his face.

Donovan pulled himself out of me and came all over me, groaning as his hands gripped his large cock in his hands, stoking himself painfully tightly with his eyes tightly shut, panting like a wild beast, fed at last, once he opens his eyes, and smiled, a satisfied look on his face, and his lips uttering a single word as his grey piercing eyes never left mine.

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