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Tristan

The fluorescent lights of the local grocery store felt a little harsher than usual as I filled up my basket, but that could be entirely due to the fact that I hadn't left my house much in the past days since Xander had called me when our video when live.

That had stunned me, if I was being perfectly honest.

When I had texted him to find out if he was watching our video, I'll admit that it hadn't been entirely altruistic.

I'd missed him, and that fucked me up more than I'd thought it would on the face of it.

I wanted to talk to him.

To see how he was doing.

I didn't want to push - the thumbs up emoji that he'd sent me when I'd first reached out to him had seemed a pretty clear indication that he needed a little bit of time to rest and mentally recover after his first shoot - but at the same time...

Fuck, and then he had called me.

With his voice all strained and the faint sound of the rough slide of skin against skin in the background...My cock had gotten so hard that my head had spun, and then what the fuck else was I supposed to do other than talk him through it? It was clear that was why he'd called me.

Fuck.

My cock thickened in my jeans, and I forced my thoughts away from the needy whimpers that Xander had given me as he came.

I was in the middle of the fucking store; I couldn't be walking around with an erection that would poke someone's eye out.

It wasn't decent.

I chewed the inside of my cheek as I made my way down the frozen aisle, and I eyed the ice cream, considering.

I didn't usually get sweets - didn't have much of a taste for them, even without considering that I needed to stay in relatively decent shape for the studio - but right now...

A low laugh filtered in to my ears, and I looked up.

My cock twitched again as Xander walked around the corner, an easy smile on his face as he shook his head, clearly laughing at something that had been said through the phone that was pressed against his ear.

He looked fucking good.

He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, nothing special, but suddenly all I wanted to do was shove him up against the glass doors of the frozen aisle and taste his lips all over again.

Had it really been less than a week since I'd felt him coming around my cock for the first time?

Down, boy.

I must have made a sound of some kind, because Xander's eyes lifted to meet mine, widening the tiniest bit.

His tongue darted out to drag along his lower lip, and he kept walking towards me, his grip tightening on the basket that was dangling from his fingers.

"I gotta go, E," he said, his eyes not leaving mine as he spoke into the phone.

"I'll...yeah, I'll see you in a bit."

He hung up without saying goodbye, and I stood stock still as he walked up to stop in front of me, his eyes flitting over my face as he licked his lips again.

He looked almost nervous, and it was so fucking cute that I wanted to kiss him just to help him relax a little.

"Hey, Xan," I said, my voice low and husky.

I forced myself to smile, ignoring the filthy thoughts that were playing on a loop in my head like a porno that was even filthier than the one that we had filmed.

"Fancy seeing you here."

Xander's eyes widened a little, and then he let out a low chuckle.

Immediately, the tension broke, and my grin spread, becoming a little more genuine as he smiled at me, peeking up from underneath his long lashes.

"How are you?" he asked, his voice quiet, but calm.

I liked that, liked that he didn't seem nervous around me anymore, and I tapped my cart, smirking when his eyes darted over to it before returning to my face.

"I'm good.

Shopping.

Gotta eat, you know."

I winked at him, if only to see the cute way that his cheeks pinked at the double entendre, and I tossed back my head to laugh, feeling so light.

Why had I been worried? If this was how I got whenever I didn't get to see Xander for a few days, I was going to have to insist that he move into my house right the fuck now.

The past few days had been fucking awful.

And this...this was so easy.

"Mm." Xander's eyes darted my lips, and then back up, as if he had to force himself not to look.

I grinned, and my cock twitched again.

"So." I glanced around, gratified when I saw that there wasn't anybody else in the aisle with us, and I leaned close conspiratorially, whispering, "How many times have you watched the video of us fucking?"

"Tristan," he spluttered, his cheeks growing redder.

His head swung around as he looked, as well, and then he looked at me, glaring half-heartedly.

"You can't say shit like that in public."

I chuckled.

"Nobody is around, Xan," I reassured him.

"I wouldn't out you like that."

Xander looked around again, and when he turned to look back at me, his lower lip was caught between his teeth, making me want to reach out and tug it free with my thumb.

I didn't, though.

Instead, I just flashed a smirk at him, tucking one hand into my pocket.

"That wasn't an answer, baby boy."

His pupils dilated the tiniest bit at the nickname, and I fucking preened at the way that he reacted to me.

It was all so much more intense now that I actually knew how he felt, how he sounded, what he tasted like...

"How many times have you watched it?" he finally challenged, his eyes flashing as if he'd realized that he was perfectly capable of biting back.

"More times than I'm going to admit when I don't have you naked underneath me," I said, my voice husky.

I winked, and he chuffed out a laugh, his fingers tightened on his basket.

"Oh, okay," he said, good humor making his voice warm.

He glanced around, and then back at me, cocking his head to the side.

"Have you...heard anything about the next shoot?" he asked, his voice suddenly a little shy.

I shook my head.

"Nah.

Like I said, they usually give a few days between shoots for recovery."

"They've been having me work with Emmett," he said, chewing on his lower lip again.

"Is that...normal? Doing other things between?"

I nodded, keeping it to myself that I'd already been following the posts on the website that Emmett had been uploading.

One of the photos - a picture of Xander in a red jock strap that was pulled to the side to spill out his heavy cock and balls - was saved to my phone, and I wasn't ashamed to admit that it was also one of the reasons that I'd spent more time with my hand around my cock in the past days than not.

"Yeah, that's pretty normal.

Still gotta make money, and all that."

Xander nodded, looking thoughtful.

He opened his mouth, but before he could say whatever it was that was on his mind, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

My phone did the same thing, and I reached down to pull the device out, opening the email that had just arrived in my inbox.

A grin spread across my lips as I read the message from Cole, looking up at Xander, whose eyes were slightly widened as he read the exact same email that I had just received.

"Buckle up, baby star," I said winking.

"Looks like you and I are going to be on camera again very soon."

For a moment, it almost looked like Xander was going to be sick.

His expression paled a little as he looked at me, his tongue darting out to wet his lips all over again.

My stomach turned at the thought that maybe he had changed his mind about me, but the spark of a desire in his eyes helped to soothe those ragged feelings.

"Can't wait," he finally said, tucking his phone back into his pocket.

He dragged his teeth over his lower lip one more time before he jerked his thumb over his shoulder, and stammered, "I...ah.

Got to go.

Meeting with Ethan, you know."

I watched in amusement as he stumbled over his words, and I nodded, feeling so, so light.

"Sure," I said easily.

I winked again.

"See you soon."

He looked at me again with so much longing in his eyes that it actually made me shiver, and then he turned on his heel and hurried away back up the aisle.

He disappeared around the corner before I could do more than shake my head with amusement, and as I returned to my shopping, I couldn't help wondering exactly what it had been that Xander had come to the store to get.

He certainly hadn't left with it, whatever it was.