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“There! Is that alright?”
“Yeah, I think so, feels a bit weird though.”
“Well yeah, when’s the last time you wore a tie?”
Bo looks at himself in the mirror, straightening his tie and ruffling his hair. You grab your wallet from the shelf behind you, walking over to him and resting your hand on his back. His brow furrows, soon resting his hands on the bathroom counter and taking a deep breath.
“You sure you wanna go?”
“Yes! No, yes trust me I do. I mean, I don’t really have a choice, do I? My family’s already coming all the way over here and I don’t want them to waste their time.”
“Bo, I’m sure they’d understand. Do you want to go?”
“Yeah, I do.” He scoffs, shaking his head, ending it with a little smirk. “I just can’t believe we’re doing this-at a fucking awards show!”
You laugh, rubbing your hand over his tense arm and looking at him in the mirror: anxiety and excitement permeate that blue gaze, his lips slightly chapped from his nervous nibbling at them all day long.
“It’s up to you. We got about five minutes before the limo gets here if you wanna take the toy out.”
Bo shakes his head again, the smile growing. “Nah, it’ll give us something to do during the prelude. Besides, like I’m gonna win for-”
“Don’t you start!” You chide, playfully slapping his arm. You let your eyes fall halfway, looking up at his face and meeting his eyes as they stray away from the mirror. “You have as much of a chance as everyone else going tonight.” He shuffles in his spot, prompting you to let out a little hum. “I think you’ve a better chance than the others; such a smart boy deserves an award for all his hard work, don’t you think?”
Bo swallows, closing the gap between his legs before nodding. “See, it’ll be okay. The night’ll fly by and who knows what’ll happen. Maybe we’ll have to make our own fun-” you pull out your pink remote, letting your thumb drift over the few buttons, Bo’s eyes following it like a cat hungry for its prey. “-don’t want this night to be boring, do we?”
Bo jerks forward and yelps as you switch the power on, his jaw clenching shut before his hands latch onto the countertop. The toy runs for a mere five seconds, ending with Bo sucking in a deep inhale and pushing the stray hairs out of his face.
“Good to know it’s in the right spot.”
…
Bo holds open the door of the limo for you, thanking the driver once you step out of it. A crowd of people surround you, Bo easily dwarfing everyone there like a sequoia amongst an evergreen forest. Immediately, fans and other attendees recognize him, rushing over and bringing the badgering press with them. Flashes fill your vision, a cavalcade of incoherent queries filling your ears, making you shift behind Bo to avoid their stares. He glances over at you, giving a small nod and holding out his hand, letting his palm envelop yours. His thumb strokes the back of your hand, guiding you through the crowd as he answers a few questions, stopping along every now and then to let the press take a photo, a few of which you pose with him for.
Once inside, you follow him towards his family, everyone grinning and sharing hugs with Bo and you when you reach them. His mom, even in her heels, still motions for Bo to bend down, letting her kiss him on his cheek.
“Look who’s finally got a beard!” His dad remarks, clamping his hand onto Bo’s shoulder.
“Yeah, took me long enough to get these five strands; think I did a good job with ‘em.”
“You look so handsome, Bo!” His mom beams, immediately fawning over the lapels to his tux.
“Thanks ma.”
“And how’ve you been?!” She exclaims, leaning in for a quick hug with you.
“Oh I’ve been alright: getting some work done on my own stories while he’s off playing director.” You reply with a grin.
“You’ll have to let him direct once you’ve finished writing!”
With everyone in the family now accounted for, you all make your way into the main hall and try to find your table amongst the amassing crowd. Bo spots Elsie waving, the two meeting in a big hug, Bo-again-bending down to meet someone else’s height.
Everyone sits down and begins chatting with one another, exchanging pleasantries and complimenting each other’s looks for the evening. It isn’t long before talks turn to the movie, his parents and siblings congratulating him and Elsie on the success and their amazing job with creating it. Bo kept deflecting to Elsie, saying it wouldn’t even be possible without them.
“The movie wouldn’t exist without you thinking of it!” They reply.
“Exactly Bo!” You chime in. “Take the compliment! You did a lovely job with your film.” You rest your hand on his thigh, feeling him twitch under you. He shoots you a nervous look, one full of tantalizing excitement.
“Seriously, we're so proud of you!” His mom exclaims. “You two did such a fantastic job with this movie!”
Bo’s blush deepens as he buries his hands between his thighs, closing in on himself as he thanks his mom again. Elsie looks behind themself, apologizing before rushing off towards what you presume to be their family. You look over at Bo, biting the inside of your lip. Fuck did he look so cute when he got a compliment.
“You really did, Bo.” You comment, tightening your hand on his thigh. He shifts again, your other hand sliding into your pocket and grabbing the little remote.
Bo chokes on whatever he was about to say, earning a worried glance from his mom. He glances over at you for a moment, his jaw twitching as his fingers start toying with the last button of his suit.
“Sorry, went down the wrong pipe.” He says, smiling to assuage his family’s concerned looks.
You let the toy play, Bo’s shifting making his face occasionally scrunch up whenever it moved in just the right way. A waiter comes by, asking if anyone wants a drink, Bo immediately piping up and ordering a tequila sunrise, ending his sentence with a sharp inhale, your finger sliding away from the increase button.
“I’ll take a mojito.” You calmly say, dragging your palm over his thigh, savoring the way the dense muscle twitches against your hand.
When the waiter leaves, you turn the toy off, Bo exhaling as quietly as he could. You notice a few beads of sweat forming around the sides of his face, his bottom lip already looking redder than before. He dives into a conversation with his dad about making the movie, going over the same old trials and tribulations associated with directing, putting a lot of emphasis on making sure the kids he was with were safe and comfortable, the blush on his face starting to bring out the blues of his eyes.
“Oh you’re so cute when you blush, babe.” You tease, moving a strand of damp hair out of his face.
His pupils expand, the blush darkening again earning a little coo from his mom.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Bo.”
“Yeah! Be proud of it! You’ve worked so hard on that movie!” His dad says, oblivious to the previous comments.
“I’m so proud of my big old director.” You hum, watching Bo swallow and tug at his tux again, bringing his free hand up to fiddle with his hair. You let your eyes glance down, fighting back a smirk at the forming bulge in his trousers. He thanks everyone again, one of his legs flying to wrap around a leg of the chair after you turn the toy on again. The fringes of his collar darken, sweat dampening the fabric within seconds. Under all the noise, you barely hear him moan after he shifts in his seat, bringing his hand away from his tousled hair and over to his trousers, pulling at the fabric over his groin to hide the thick bulge.
You lean in, your lips barely touching his ear. “Big boy’s excited, isn’t he? Just love it when I do this for you?” He sighs behind his lips as you increase the vibrations, his sound reverberating in his throat so only you can hear it. You cast a glance towards the others, everyone absorbed in their own little conversations for the moment, letting you move a hand over to his that’s trying to cover his erection. You press your hand against his, the softest moan escaping from his lips at your touch.
“Hold out a bit longer, okay baby? Just until our drinks are here.”
Bo nods, sighing as you shut the toy off again. You leave him with a little drag of your finger across his bulge, biting the inside of your lip at just how hard he was already.
You were giving your best effort to remain engaged in the conversation: small comments, simple questions, maybe even a sentence longer than a few words if you were really paying attention. But fuck did you want those drinks to come by so you could really start messing with him. He was already such a mess with that amount of teasing and you wanted so much more from him; you needed to test his limits as your little voyeur.
“Tequila sunrise? Mojito?”
Bo grabs both the drinks, passing you yours and immediately downing much of his.
“Bo!” His mom exclaims.
“Calm down; you don’t need to be stumbling on stage when they call your name.”
“Nah, nah it’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine.” He takes another sip, holding it in his mouth for a moment as you switch the toy back on. Bo slowly swallows the drink, exhaling and grinning towards the rest of the table.
“Honey, are you sure?” His mom prompts, leaning over to rest her hand on Bo’s arm.
“Yeah! Yeah, no it’s fine!” He shifts his trousers around, trying to minimize the appearance of his bulge. “I’ve…I’ve just been under a lot of pressure lately,” he flashes a look towards you, “with the movie and the awards, ya know?”
“I’m sure it’ll be such a relief to get home tonight, won’t it babe?” You say, leaning in, “Finally get to relieve some of that pressure, hmm?”
You stir your drink, letting him savor the feeling for another minute. The fizzy citrus of your cocktail hits your lips, coating your tongue in a cool tropical breeze that sparkles along your tastebuds. Bo takes another sip of his drink, sucking up the last of the grenadine at the bottom. You eye him, letting your tongue trail up the straw before closing your mouth over the opening, Bo’s lips parting ever so slightly as you take a long sip from the cocktail.
You watch him squirm in his seat: legs constantly shifting, thighs grasping to one another as if sealed with velcro, and that telltale strain over the crotch of his trousers that makes you bite the inside of your lip.
There was a handicapped bathroom here. Wouldn’t hurt now, would it? He’s been patient long enough.
You drink the last bit of your mojito and pause the toy once more, Bo letting out a long, relieved sigh before you unlock your phone.
Meet me in the handicapped bathroom. It’s right by the bar at the back😉
Just as Bo reaches for his phone, you get up, excusing yourself and hurrying off to the back of the room. Scooching your way past dozens of mingling people, apologizing the whole way through, you soon slip into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. Sound returns, the raucous chatter now muffled by the walls surrounding you, allowing your ears to rest.
A gentle knock sounds from the door, a grin spreading on your face as you click the lock open, Bo rushing in and slamming it shut behind him.
“H-how much time do we have?” He asks between heavy pants.
“A solid half-hour; plenty of time for some relief .”
“Was I that obvious?”
“To me; I can’t speak for everyone, but they did see you acting all nervous. It’s just nerves though, isn’t it? Nothing but the award’s ceremony, right?” You innocently cock your head to the left, grinning ear to ear. “But then again-” you pull out the pink remote, “I’ve been doing this to you all night, haven’t I?”
Bo shifts against the door, pulling at the straining bulge in his trousers. After you close the gap between the two of you, you use one of your hands to lock the door again. You then place your hands on his shaking chest, letting one slowly inch closer and closer to the source of his discomfort. Batting away his hand, you take control, hearing him let out a long sigh of relief at your touch.
“You deserve some relief, don’t you? Can’t go up there looking like this now can you?” Bo groans as you press your palm into him, his hips instantly bucking up to feel every last bit of your hand across his bulge. “They’re bound to notice something that big.”
Bo lets out a nervous laugh and follows you towards the toilet, rushing to put both seats down before collapsing onto it, legs splaying as far as his trousers would let him. He immediately takes the initiative, grabbing his zipper and tugging them down along with his boxers, letting every last inch of his hard cock spring free, allowing him to feel the first bit of solace for the evening.
“Desperate, hmm?” You drag a hand up those tense thighs as you get on your knees, feeling his muscles twitch at your touch, his breathing hastening once your fingertips brush the base of his member. He nods, fiddling with the buttons on his tuxedo to occupy his trembling fingers.
You scoff, “sometimes I forget how big you are…” you press his member against his stomach, letting him feel the rapid pulse. “...then again, how could I miss something that thick?”
The blush turns crimson, his cock giving a painful throb against your palm and hardens even more. You let your index finger tease the tip for a moment, drinking in those soft, little mewls he was trying so hard to suppress.
“I bet you’ll win tonight-” you suddenly grab his length, softly rubbing the warm shaft and feeling that delicious pulse. “-such a smart boy. So smart and so creative.” He hums in agreement, head thudding against the wall behind him. You bring your thumb up, focusing on the sensitive tip, eliciting a soft gasp just before a swell of precum seeps out onto your thumb. Bo gives a little thrust, helping spread the fresh lube across his swollen head. You can’t help but smirk; that blush covering every last inch of his face was absolutely gorgeous. You couldn’t get enough of the little twitches at the corners of his mouth or the quick gasps he made whenever you found just the right spot.
“First movie ever and already getting all these awards-all this praise .” His cock gives a harsh throb as he grabs a bit of his pants, balling the fabric into a tight fist. You give him a hard squeeze, Bo letting out a rather loud yelp that ends in a long moan. “Oh you’re so lucky it’s loud out there, baby -” you chuckle, bringing your free hand up to cup the side of his face, letting a finger trail across that sharp jaw. “Wouldn’t want anyone to hear you now-or do you wanna be caught? That’d be fun, wouldn’t it? “Bo Burnham Gets Caught Being Frisky With Partner at Awards Show”. Interesting bit of PR if you ask me.”
All Bo can muster is another string of hefty moans, giving in and starting to rhythmically thrust up into your hand. The head looks almost violet now, the long vein wrapping around the shaft wildly pulsing against your palm. Bo shakily exhales, prompting you to look up and see that sweat-ridden face of his, so totally lost in anxious ecstasy. His eyelids flutter shut, letting you bring your hand away from his face and down to the remote in your pocket. While you continue stroking him, you click the button at the top, devouring the shocked whine Bo emits once you turn it back on.
“How’s that feel, Bo?”
“My God…Oh my God .” Bo manages, his lust drenched gaze now looking down at you. His lips part, forming a gentle O for a moment, broken only when he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. You return your focus to his heavy member, giving it another string of strong pumps, each ending with a devilish smack of your hand against his base. Bo can’t help but moan again, his knuckles white with frustration while he continually tugs and claws at his trousers.
It proves not to be enough for him. Soon, he reaches his hand up to undo his collar. You immediately intercept him, looking him deeply in those pleading, submissive eyes. The fabric brushes against your hand-so totally soaked in the sweat dripping from his face.
“Such a pretty face.” You coo, stroking the damp skin along his cheek, letting your thumb linger over the circular scar upon it. Bo leans forward a bit, your mouth latching onto his for a quick kiss. The sweet, orange tang of his earlier cocktail mingles with the fresh lime and mint of yours, creating a tropical tango in your mouths, brought to life by the wet feeling of his tongue wrapping around yours. Yet, you pull away, licking up the little trail of saliva dripping from his mouth. He shivers, chewing at his bottom lip to hold back another whine.
“No, no don’t hold back baby,” you whisper, firmly pressing your thumb into his cockhead, “lemme hear you.”
The whine finally slips out between his teeth, muffled ever so slightly yet more alluring than the strongest siren’s song. Bo brings his arm up, covering his eyes as he takes in a deep breath, letting them devolve into satisfied groans while you roughly jerk his aching cock.
The saliva you let build up in your mouth slips out, coating his cockhead and dripping down in a thick line towards the base. Bo instantly shudders, moving his arm away from his face and clamping his hand onto the seat. He crumples into mumbling incoherent sentences under his breath, interspersed only with an utterance of your name and God’s. The light beautifully reflects off his face, letting you see the thick beads of sweat form and fall alongside his blushing cheeks. When his eyes fall shut again, you bring your head down and swallow the head, drinking in the lovely pants slipping out of his mouth. You push his hips down against the seat before he has a chance to start thrusting, humming at the way they continually tense and writhe under you. His precum mingles with your saliva, the salty concoction covering your tongue and ridding the taste of the previous cocktail before making its way out of your mouth and down his shaft. Your eyes close halfway, one hand now making its way to his trembling stomach to stroke the thin line of hair heading towards his navel.
Bo grunts as you take another inch inside, lapping your tongue across the tip and under his pulsing head. You hollow your cheeks, taking him even deeper inside your hot mouth, your cunt growing wetter at those sweet, pleasured sounds escaping from Bo’s tense frame. The urge to relieve your own arousal arises, yet you fight it back; you’d have your time later, much more time later to really relish his body. Your free hand plays with the base, occasionally letting your thumb rub the surrounding area. You bob your head along the inches in your mouth, letting your tongue hotly drag across the taut skin, spit dripping down his shaft and your chin. Soon, you tighten your hand around the base and flick your tongue across the tip, cleaning up the fresh precum in the process. Bo involuntarily thrusts up as you take the head back inside, building up a strong suction around the head before releasing it with a loud pop .
“Fuck fuck- oh my God-”
You wet your lips before taking him back down, licking and swirling your tongue around his cock like he was your sinful lollipop. You hum around his length, bringing your free hand down to the remote again, pressing the second from the top button twice and sinking your mouth back down onto his cock, Bo’s hips shuddering violently under your hand.
“ Fuck! ” He shouts, melting into a pile of hefty moans. You silently congratulate yourself on finding the perfect place for that toy to hit, unable to imagine just how good it must feel for him. His grip around the seat tightens, prompting you to take even more of him down your throat. Taking in a deep breath, you swallow the last few inches, his thick head sliding down your throat, triggering your gag reflex. His heavy cock violently pulses on your tongue, the groan escaping from Bo being the loudest so far. Your throat tightens around his member, a pool of saliva gathering around him and seeping out onto his balls and boxers. Tears well up in the corners of your eyes, yet you look up at him, pride filling your chest while arousal blazes through your drenched cunt; those blue eyes so fully coated with fiendish lust and a contrastingly beautiful love helps you stay there for a few seconds more, delivering a quick swallow around his cock to clean up a bit of the mess you had made moments prior.
You resume raising and sinking your head along his cock, moan after moan falling out of Bo’s parted lips. There’s the occasional thrust, prompting your gag reflex to act up, only to elicit another loud groan from Bo.
“Fuck-oh fuck don’t stop, babe. Please- fuck- don’t stop, don’t stop- hmmmm… ”
The muscles in his stomach start rhythmically flexing, his hips and thighs tensing and frantically twitching. You speed up, forming a tight grip around his shaft and rapidly stroking his pulsing cock, soon moving your mouth up to focus on that sensitive head.
“Fuck-fuckin’- ngh -I’m gonna, I’m gonna-”
Bo’s body trembles violently, a long moan pouring out of his slack-jawed mouth as his load spills into your welcoming throat. You use your tongue to continue stimulating his cock, all while swallowing every last bit of cum that shoots out the tip. He sucks in a quick, desperate breath, stuttering out a string of exhales that end in a soft whimper. His head thuds against the wall, arms limp with his fingers brushing against the floor.
Before getting up, you switch the toy off, earning a grunt from Bo. You bring one of your hands away from his thighs, letting your fingertips trail across the lapels of his suit, soon tracing the side of his face with one of your fingers and brushing away the sweaty strands of hair clinging to his forehead. His eyes eventually flutter open, meeting yours with a look of adoration that fuels the prideful fire in your chest.
“Better?”
“Y-yeah…Fuck that was… fuck .”
“You okay if I take it out now?”
Bo nods, closing his eyes again as you easily slide the toy out of him, laying it in the nearby sink. As you stand up, you hear your knees crack, eyes snapping open and meeting Bo’s. You both devolve into a laughing fit, Bo getting up and tucking himself back into his trousers. He snickers, wrapping his arms around your torso and burying his head into the crook of your neck, softly humming against you.
"I can't believe we did that."
"Me neither, but I couldn't just let you go up there like that; had to help my director unwind a bit before he wins."
Bo chuckles and you feel his mouth stretch into a smile. “You okay? I’m sure your knees hurt.”
“Oh I’ll be fine. I’ve been on my knees longer than that.”
“Wait-what time is it?”
Your eyes widen and you pull out your phone. “Okay we’re good; five minutes or so left.”
“We’ve been in here that long?”
“Hey, it’s alright. Besides, you needed to relax; release some of that pressure.” You say with a smirk.
“Yeah…” he scoffs, “yeah I know but my family’s out there.”
“And we can just tell them you got nervous. I mean, it’s not wrong. We just don’t need to mention what solved it.”
He smiles down at you before heading over to the sink, tidying his hair up in the mirror. You pull out your wallet, grabbing one of the mints and offering one to Bo, who gladly accepts it. The sink switches on while you’re fixing your trousers, rubbing the sore spots on your knees. A few seconds pass, Bo passing you the slightly wet toy for you to place in your back pocket.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.”
You kiss him on the cheek before walking out, heading over to the bar to order a drink so as to not come back empty handed. In a minute, Bo walks out of the bathroom, joining you at the bar and ordering a glass of rosé. You let your fingers brush over his, flashing him a reassuring smile once you see the nerves start up in his eyes. He just nods, moving closer to you so his arm brushes up against yours.
Taking your respective drinks back to the table, you get a few stares from Bo’s family.
“Where’ve you two been?” His mom prompts, eyes wide and motioning to the stage. “It’s just about to start!”
“Sorry ma, I just got nervous. Lot of people, not sure if I’m gonna win, felt like I was gonna be sick, the usual.”
“I just went to help him calm down, get some fresh air before the whole thing starts.”
“Oh honey it’s gonna be just fine; whether you win or lose, you know you did a great job with that movie.”
“Thanks ma.”
The ceremony eventually starts, the room falling quiet aside from a few hushed whispers. While they indulge in their little preamble, you notice Bo’s leg starting to bounce, occasionally hitting the side of your chair. You grab his hand, his eyes refocusing and looking toward you. With that, you raise your eyebrows, keeping your eyes locked with his and softly stroke the back of his hand, his fingers occasionally pinching at his trousers. He refuses to look away from you, clinging onto the silent comfort from your gentle stare. Yet you couldn’t bear to look away either, it was so easy to get lost in those crystal blue eyes, beckoning to you more than the oceans of the coral reefs. Bo manages a smile and you reciprocate one back, leaning over and kissing him right where his dimple is.
“Bo Burnham for Eighth Grade !”
Trumpets sound out from the speakers, mingling with the boisterous applause from the surrounding crowd. Everyone leapt up at the table, his mom shaking his dad’s arm. Bo looks around for a moment, meeting your eyes last with the brightest smile in them. He dashes off, to the stage, your palms aching from clapping. As nervous as he looks taking the centre stage with the award, the grin on his face is enough to reveal how much he needs this moment of recognition. It was his time, his praise, and he deserves every last second of it.
Besides, you’d gladly give more to him later on to privately celebrate.