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At the premiere, Chris flaunted himself again for the cameras in that sexy suit that cut his silhouette into a tempting inviting siren's call wrapped up in a soft autumn sweater. And all Dwayne could do was reach around and grab his waist, squeeze it slightly in front of the cameras just long enough for Chris to squeeze his hand back. Fuck, Dwayne wishes he could show the world just how well acquainted he is with this delicious hunk, show him how eager he was to be his beefy little wife last night.Less than twelve hours ago, in his hotel suite bed, he had that beautiful rosy peach unwrapped like a Christmas present, wiggling in the air begging to be ate like a last meal.Subtly, because as much as Chris likes to toe the line he doesn't like doing too much in public, Dwayne pulls the man in closer by the hand wrapped around his hip until his thigh brushes against Evans' round rump inside those slacks, hoping that he's still a little sore from last night when he had that man wrapped around his thick cock as tight as those sweaters he wears to contain his pretty beefy tits. He remembers how much Chris moaned for him, saying shit and begging for the big legendary bronze skinned hunk to breed his "pussy" and put a baby in him. For a while there, Dwayne actually felt like he could if he tried hard enough.He knows he can't say much, neither of them can, not in front of everybody, not in public, but Dwayne wishes he could keep Evans pressed in close against him, pull him in closer, mark him as his so everyone else recognizes Chris as only for him.He wishes he could wrap Evans up in a bear hug, wrap his body all the way around him, just to show that he can, that Chris fits in his arms and almost looks small in them. To have his big legendary wrestler body cradle around the smaller bearded hunk like a shell, to hide Chris from other people's gaze as if his body is a bride's veil around his tantalizing secret.He wishes he could move his hand up and grab those pretty sensitive pecs that Chris pushed together and begged Dwayne to fuck his cock between those beefy tits. Wishes he could twist those nipples and hear how Chris squirms and moans when they're played with.Dwayne wishes he could reach down and spread Chris' thighs again, grabbing the bearded hunk's dick like he did last night, bending the smaller hunk almost in half stroking his "wife's" "clit" until he shoots off his load all over his own face, splattering like pearls beading all over his beautiful beard. He remembers telling Chris how pretty he looked like that, how he blushed before reaching down and returning the favor.Fuck, why did Evans have to show him something to beautiful last night, just to have to keep it at arm's length afterwards? Why'd he have to invite Dwayne to his little fantasy world in his bed, just to have to live in the real world the next day? He should've waited until they had a weekend, no a week, no a month, all to themselves so Dwayne could show Chris just his good a husband he could really be to his beautiful beefy wife.But no, they have to be in public, in front of the cameras, almost like Chris is tempting him on purpose to break down and claim him in front of the whole world. And all Dwayne can do and grab his hip and pull his like devious little minx in close, and be happy when Chris grabs his hand back and interlocks their fingers, just for a moment, before having to go back pretending like his world wasn't rocked last night.Damn you, Evans.