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I walked onto set two days later with my stomach full of even more butterflies than I had the first time that I'd done so, and I immediately zoned in on Tristan, who was standing in the middle of the set talking to Dorian.

He was wearing a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt for the scene this time, and my stomach flipped as I made a beeline for him, though again, my nerves were for wholly different reasons this time.

This time, my anxiety had nothing to do with the fact that we were going to be doing a scene at all, and everything to do with the type of scene that we were doing.

God, I hoped that I could do this.

Convincingly, anyway.

"Xan, hey! Good timing, we were just wrapping up our lighting setup." Dorian's smile towards me was wide and genuine, and I nodded at him, shoving my hands into the pockets of the soft house pants that I'd been given to wear for the scene.

"Great.

Um.

Mind if I talk to Tris for a minute?" I asked, stumbling over my words.

Not an iota of cool to be found.

Dorian cocked his head to the side, but he nodded easily at my request.

"Of course," he said.

He walked away, and then Tristan turned to face me with an easy smile.

His eyes flicked over my front, making my cock twitch, before they returned to my face and he nodded at me.

"Did you read over the script?" he asked me, his eyes gleaming slightly as he leaned close.

He looked excited, and my cock jerked in my pants as I nodded.

"I did," I rasped.

"That...that was what I wanted to talk to you about."

Tristan nodded seriously, taking my hand and leading me over to the couch.

It was a different setup this time, a living room set that was a little more lived in than the last one we had filmed in.

"I wanted to talk to you about it too," he said, his voice warm and supportive as we sat down.

I swallowed hard, nodding.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"Limits." Tristian's smile faded away, and he looked at me seriously.

"That's…that's what I wanted to talk to you about, too," I said, my voice trembling the tiniest bit.

As it he could sense my nerves, Tristan's expression softened, and he reached up to brush his fingertips over my cheekbone.

Then he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, his thumb sweeping soothingly up and down the side as he scooted a little bit closer.

"Why are you nervous, Xander?"

I swallowed hard.

Of course, he noticed.

"It's just…" I looked down at my hands, twisted together in my lap, and then back up at him when he made a soft, clicking sound with his tongue, drawing my attention.

"Don't you think that this scene might be a little intense? I mean…this is only the second time that I've ever…done this."

In my head, I cringed at how lame I sounded, but Tristan's expression didn't twitch even a little bit.

He nodded, taking my words seriously, and then he glanced down at the scatter of papers that were on the coffee table of the living room set, a small, bright smile touching his lips.

"You know, admittedly, I was a little surprised.

I don't usually get to play the jilted lover," he said, looking at me and winking.

The humor that he injected into the situation helped to relax my shoulders, and Tristan nodded, scooting even closer, the side of his thigh pressed firmly against mine.

"Look, Xan.

This is a scene, just like it was last time.

Just you and me, and I will guide you through everything."

"What if I'm not convincing?" I whispered.

Tristan's eyes twinkled at me, and he leaned close, whispering, "I think you'll be just fine, baby boy.

Just let your body react the way that it wants to."

The husky whisper in my ear made me shiver, and I couldn't stop myself from biting my lip to hold back a tiny whimper.

God, what was it about this man that just turned me into a puddle of mush when he touched me?

Tristan, seeming to understand that he had won that particular conversation, pulled away the tiniest bit, and to my disappointment, his hand fell away from the side of my neck as he looked at me with that serious expression again.

"Okay, limits.

Scenes like this can get a little intense, so is there anything that you don't want me to do?"

I chewed on my lip.

I knew this was an important conversation, even if my mind was suddenly blank, screaming that Tristan could do whatever the fuck he wanted to me.

"Don't slap me across my face."

Tristan nodded.

"Noted.

What about anywhere else? Is spanking okay?"

The thought of Tristan spanking me while I was bent over for him sent a rush of heat to my cheeks, and I licked my lips, ignoring the way that his eyes flickered down to my mouth as I did so.

"Yeah, that's fine."

"What about name calling? Degradation? Stretching?" Tristan ticked off the various kinks on his fingers, looking as though he were working down a list in his mind.

"Hard yes to all three," I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

Tristan's eyes snapped to mine, and his voice was husky when he asked, "Spitting?"

I whimpered helplessly, the sound escaping me before I could bit it back.

"Spitting...where?" I asked, forcing myself to think rationally about what he was asking me, and not let my suddenly raging dick lead the conversation.

His lips parted, and his tongue darted out to wet the lower one.

"Anywhere I want."

Fuck. Me.

I swallowed, and nodded, giving my consent.

His eyes flashed, and he smirked at me, the expression making me shiver with want.

"Are you guys almost ready?" Dorian's voice floated over to us, breaking the little spell between us, and Tristan glanced his way before nodding.

"Almost done." He turned back to look at me, and the smile that spread across his face then was soft.

"I think that we're going to be okay, Xan," he said softly.

"But you know that everything that's about to happen is just acting, right?"

My stomach flipped, and I nodded.

"Of course, yeah.

Why wouldn't I know that?"

Tristan's expression softened even more.

"Like I said, scenes like this can get intense." He cupped my face with both hands.

"I don't want you to walk away from this feeling like I respect you as any less than a full equal in this industry, no matter what I say or do.

Understand?"

The heaviness of his gaze suddenly hit me like a train, and I swallowed, my nerves immediately intensifying again.

"Yeah, okay," I whispered.

Tristan's eyes darted over my face for a moment, seeming to be looking for something.

Apparently he found it, because he nodded, and he leaned in to press a hard kiss to my mouth before he stood up, winking.

"Then let's get going, baby star."

Tristan

I was practically vibrating with energy when I looked over at the corner where Dorian was set up behind his camera, nodding at him that we were ready.

Or, as ready as we were going to be, considering.

I hadn't been lying when I told Xander that I didn't get to play the jilted lover very often.

Jealousy scenes were for a niche audience, because a lot of mainstream porn consumers thought that it felt a little bit too much like true revenge porn for them to get lost in the fantasy of it.

And I could understand that, truly.

But for me...I fucking loved jealousy scenes.

Reclaiming scenes.

Taking a partner and reminding them exactly why they fucking belonged to me.

It was a kink that got my blood pumping like almost nothing else, and the thought of getting to play out this kind of scenario with Xander...

Well, I had the feeling that if I hadn't already been infatuated with the man before now, it was going to be ten times worse once we were done with work for the day.

"Alright, we're good?" Dorian looked at me, and then over at Xander, who looked slightly dazed where he was still sitting on the couch.

I couldn't help the wave of satisfaction that hit me at the sight of him like that, and God, I couldn't wait to get my hands on him.

I had the feeling that this scene was going to go off the rails, just the same way that the last one had.

The only question was if Dorian and Emmett would let us go about the scene the way we wanted to again, or if they would get more editorial with it this time.

Xander seemed to snap out of whatever thoughts he was having after a moment, and he looked at Dorian, nodding with his cheeks burning pink.

"Yeah, great.

Good to go."

He glanced my way, and I smiled at him. "Ready."

Dorian glanced between us, and I knew that I wasn't imagining the gleam of anticipation that I saw in his eyes as he nodded, and then sat back in his director's chair.

"Alright," he ordered. "Action."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Emmett raise his camera to get some still shots, and I took a deep breath, giving myself to the count of five before I grasped the handle of the door and burst through with aggressive energy.

Xander startled, looking up from the book that he'd been flipping through, and genuine surprise crossed his face as he looked up at me.

"Hey, you're home early.

Um..." he stammered, setting the book down and standing up.

This was part of the script, and I bared my teeth in a snarl as I crossed the room to him.

"I fucking know," I seethed, glaring.

His eyes widened even further, and he took a step back.

"You know...what?" he asked cautiously, his voice trembling the tiniest bit.

If I couldn't see the gleam of excitement in his pretty eyes, I would have almost been afraid that he was genuinely afraid of me in that moment.

But then he squared his shoulders and puffed out his chest, and internally, I grinned.

Let's play, baby star.

I prowled closer to him, getting up in his face, and he stood his ground against me, glaring.

"I know that you fucking cheated on me," I growled, my voice low and as threatening as I could make it with my cock hard enough to drill through steel.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a phone - a defunct one that Dorian had handed me as a prop when I'd first come out onto set - and held it up in front of Xander's face.

"Should we look through the text messages together?"

His eyes widened as he looked at the phone, as if he realized that I meant business for the first time, and then he pressed his lips together as he shook his head, scoffing.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

My cock jerked at his brattiness, and I could already feel the sensation of his skin as I spanked the attitude out of him.

It took everything inside of me not to pounce on him right then and there, but I managed it.

This was foreplay all the same.

"No?" I arched an eyebrow, and pretended to be scrolling before flipping the phone around so that the cameras couldn't see it.

"'Can't wait to see you, sweetheart.

Been thinking about your tight little hole all day.

Looking forward to making you scream again.'"

It was cheesy, but nobody came to porn for realism, and all that mattered was getting the point across.

I threw the phone at Xander, and he didn't catch it, the dead electronic falling to the ground at our feet, forgotten.

"And did he, sweetheart?" I growled.

"Did he make you scream? Did he wreck your tight little cunt?"

Xander's eyes widened, and I wasn't sure if it was my unconventional use of language or the harshness of my words, but when my eyes slid down the front of his body, his cock was so hard that I could practically see the veins outlined through the fabric of his sweats.

He was just as into this as I was.

Fuck, he's so fucking perfect.

"I...Look, this isn't what you think it is," he tried, taking a tiny step back.

His hands lifted, as if to placate me, and I snarled, my hand darting out and wrapping around the column of his neck - carefully, my fingers just squeezing the sides enough to make it look good without actually hurting him .

"I think that your slutty little hole got greedy," I growled, stepping into his space until we were practically nose to nose.

"I think that you've been fucking around on me because you couldn't use your fucking words to tell me what you wanted."

He shook his head, and his hands were shaking when he pressed them against my chest, pretending to try and push me back.

There was barely any force behind it, though, and his pupils were blown with arousal and excitement as he looked up at me.

"No, that's not..." he whispered, his husky voice making my cock kick.

I snarled again, cutting his words off, and then my lips were on his hard, and aggressive and intense.

Our teeth clashed, and the kiss was messy as fuck, our tongues tangling and saliva leaking down both of our chins.

I was sure that it looked absolutely filthy for the camera, but the second that Xander's lips touched mine, my mind cleared, and I was a little more centered.

Still aggressively into the scene, of course.

Still looking forward to absolutely wrecking his ass and spanking him until his pale skin glowed pink, but a little more calm.

His cock ground against mine when I moved the last little bit into his space, and when I pulled away, his lips stayed parted and his expression was a little dazed.

I fucking loved that I was the one that put that look on his face, but we were only just beginning.

I released his throat, only to grasp his face and squeezed his cheeks until they parted more and I could see the slick pink of his tongue inside.

I reached back and grasped his hair, cranking his head back so that his throat was arched, and then I spat into his mouth, watching in satisfaction as my saliva landed on his tongue, and his gaze sharpened, his eyes widened.

"Fucking swallow," I growled.

"If you want to act like a whore, I'll treat you like one. Swallow."

His pupils blew wider, and then his lips closed, his throat bobbing as he followed my order.

Such a good fucking boy.

I couldn't tell him that right now, of course.

We needed to keep the aggressive energy amped up, at least for this first part of the scene, but seeing him following my direction, letting me treat him like this and do it with that trusting glint in his eyes...

It was fucking everything.

He was everything.

"Please..." he whispered, blinking up at me.

He was deviating a little from the script, but nobody called him out on it, and I smirked, leaning close and tightening my fist in his hair.

"Please?" I repeated, injecting just the barest hint of mocking into my voice.

"Please what? You did this.

You cheated on me.

Did you really think that I wasn't going to find out?"

He shook his head, and his lips parted on a soft whimper when I tugged his hair.

"Please...punish me..." he finally managed, his voice just as raw as if I actually had caught him cheating, after we'd been together for the long term.

I cocked my head to the side, as if I were considering it.

"Punish you?" I repeated.

I shook his head a little, and he nodded.

"Yes," he gasped.

"Please...please punish me.

I'm sorry.

I...was weak.

I needed you, and you weren't there." He blinked, and for a moment, I swore that I saw tears glimmering at the corners of his eyes. Huh.

He's good.

"Poor fucking excuse, baby boy," I growled, keeping my grip on the scene...but only barely.

The way he was looking at me, I wanted to wreck him in a thousand different ways.

I would, if he gave me the opportunity.

He nodded, whining softly when my fingers dug into his cheeks again.

"I know.

Please.

Punish me.

Make this better."

His pleading was almost enough to make me come in my pants right then and there, and I growled, shoving him away.

"Then take off your pants and bend over the fucking couch."