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Tristan

"Come on, Xan.

Up you get."

Xander's body was casually lax in my arms, one arm wrapped around my waist as I followed him into his dressing room, the chatter of the crew behind us fading when I shut the door.

The rest of the shoot had gone off without a hitch, and was actually one of the shorter ones that I'd participated in while working for the studio.

Less than two hours had passed since the cameras had first started rolling, and my balls were a little sore and achy from the second orgasm that had wracked my body.

The intensity of that orgasm had probably stemmed from the fact that Xander had spent the better part of half an hour with his lips wrapped around my cock while Emmett and Dorian got some filler shots and film.

I couldn't remember the last time that I felt so worked up, my cock so hard and my balls so swollen, and by the time I had finally come again, there was a part of me that was sure that I would never have an erection again.

Still, it couldn't have been more worth it.

I couldn't remember the last time that I'd enjoyed a shoot so much.

And now...

"Mmm." Xander's soft, nonsensical mumble caught my attention, drawing me out of my head, and I couldn't stop myself from chuckling softly as I leaned him against the wall next to his shower.

"Stay," I ordered, reaching up and brushing my fingers along his cheekbone.

Even after everything that we'd just done, the feeling of his skin under my fingertips made my stomach flip, and it took every ounce of self control I had to let my hand drop away, instead of wrapping around the back of his neck so that I could plant one on his kiss-swollen lips.

His eyes fluttered open, their golden depths hazy and a little unfocused, and a smile touched his full lips that made my stomach flip. "'Kay."

His easy agreement made my spent cock twitch, though there was no way in hell that I was going to be able to get an erection again, and I hummed as I turned my attention to the shower, turning the knobs until the water steamed from the faucet.

Then I turned back to Xan and took his hand, gently nudging him in the shower.

"Get clean, baby boy," I said, fondness making my voice soft.

I turned to leave, but Xander caught my hand in his before I made it more than half a step, and I looked back at him, my heart suddenly pounding in my throat.

Xander smiled at me, his expression still all soft and sweet, and he pulled, gently tugging me towards the shower.

"Clean me up," he said, his voice husky.

My heart stopped, and then immediately picked up at ten times the speed.

Because this...this was new territory.

Up to this point, everything between us could be painted as me taking him under my wing as a new costar.

Showing him the ropes, making sure that he felt comfortable in front of the cameras, making sure that he felt comfortable with me.

But I had never spent time with a costar...like this, after a shoot.

Hell, I'd never taken another costar back to their dressing room when they were all fuck-drunk and loose, either.

It was a level of intimacy that I was deeply inexperienced with, a stunning lack of professionalism that made my head spin just to think of it.

That didn't stop me from craving it like a shot of heroin, though.

"I..." His eyes were so soft and hopeful that whatever protest I'd been planning faded away, and I swallowed hard, stepping into the shower and crowding up against him.

"Hi," he said, smiling up at me.

His pupils were still blown out as he looked up at me, and despite the voice in the back of my head screaming that this was crossing a line, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him up against me.

"Hi," I said, my voice low and husky.

I brushed the tips of our noses together, and then turned him in the circle of my arms so that he was facing the shower head with his back pressed against my chest.

"Come on, baby boy.

Let's get you cleaned up."

I nudged him forward into the spray, and then my hands gently swept along his skin, cleaning off the residual sweat and come that we hadn't managed to clean up between takes.

He hummed softly and leaned his head back to rest on my shoulder, and for a moment, the intimacy of the situation floored me.

"You okay?" I asked, my voice soft.

I stroked the fronts of his thighs, and he shivered under my touch.

"Mmm.

Tired." He closed his eyes, and I stopped stroking my hands over his skin, just holding him.

"Wasn't like I thought it was going to be."

"Oh?" My stomach swooped, and I forced myself to breathe through the sudden and intense spike of panic.

What if he hadn't enjoyed himself? "A good difference, I hope."

He giggled - giggled - softly, and nodded.

"Yeah, it was good," he said, his voice a little clearer now.

His eyes fluttered open, and he looked at me with a little smile.

"You made it easier than I thought it would be."

The vulnerable admission made my breath catch, and I leaned down to brush my lips against his cheek before I could think twice.

"I'm so glad to hear that, Xan," I said softly.

"Hopefully I didn't scare you off from wanting to do this...with me again."

The vulnerability in my voice was shocking, but if Xan heard how my voice trembled the tiniest bit, he didn't say anything.

He just nodded, and closed his eyes again.

"Wouldn't do it with anyone else," he mumbled, his hands finally moving to clean himself off.

Again, the words lanced through me and hit right in the soft, squishy middle of my chest, and I swallowed hard as I finished helping Xander shower and get clean.

Even with every inch of his body pressed up against me, my cock didn't get hard again, but when I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my waist before offering one to him, I couldn't help looking forward to the next time that I would get to have Xander naked and needy under me.