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Tristan

I slowly stirred away when my phone buzzed with an incoming message, and the first thing that I registered was that I could barely move.

My arm was trapped and I was almost too warm, an uncomfortable prickle of sweat teasing at the back of my neck.

The next thing I registered was that Xander was still dead ass asleep, his body warm comfortable against mine.

He was slung over me, practically using me as a pillow, and his face was nuzzled into the crook of my neck, his breath warm and puffing against my skin as he breathed slow and deep.

It was incredible.

The discomfort of waking up trapped and too hot immediately vanished, and I sighed as I nuzzled into the top of Xander's head, reaching out with my free arm to snag my phone where it was on my bedside table.

The rest of the memories from the night before filtered through, making my morning wood throb, though I ignored it.

After the first time we fucked, Xander and I showered as he requested, and I'd been able to indulge all the affectionate impulses that I'd had when I had showered with him after our first shoot.

I'd been able to kiss him and stroke him and tease him with soft words, and he'd done the same to me.

Afterwards, we'd come back to bed and cuddled and kissed and gotten each other off again, and when we'd been sated and tired afterwards, I'd held my breath until Xander fell asleep before feeling comfortable enough to drift off myself.

A tiny part of me had worried that if I fell asleep first, I'd wake up without Xander there in my bed, and even though I'd never actually spent the night with someone before, suddenly it was the only fucking thing that I wanted.

Waking up with him now...yeah, I'd been right.

And I had no idea how I was going to go back to sleeping alone every night after this.

The night had been amazing, yes, but...it had been our first date.

You don't ask someone to move in with you after the first date, no matter how mind blowing it is.

Everyone knows that.

I forced my thoughts away from the mildly depressing direction they'd turned, unlocking my phone and opening the email that had woken me up in the first place.

I read it over, and smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Xander's head as I tossed my phone to the side.

He stirred a little at the gesture, and I smoothed my hand down the length of his naked back. "Baby."

He stirred more at that, and when he lifted his head to blink up at me, God, the sight of his sleepy face was almost enough for me to attack him right then and there all over again.

"Tris.

Morning." His voice was scratchy and sleep-roughened, fucking sexy as sin, and at the sound of it, I couldn't stop myself from dipping my head to brush my lips up against his, swallowing his soft moan at the affectionate gesture before I pulled away again.

"Morning, baby," I said, lifting my free hand and running my fingers through his hair.

"Sleep well?"

He nodded, resting his cheek against my shoulder again as his eyes cleared a little, glancing around.

He let out a low chuckle.

"I didn't mean to fall asleep here.

Pretty sure that not spending the night on the first date is rule number one."

I chuckled, continuing to stroke his hair.

It was so fucking soft under my fingertips.

"I'm sure it is.

I don't give a shit, though."

He hummed, then blinked slowly when I looked at him.

"I don't either," he said quietly.

The words were heavy, and I turned to face him, ignoring the way that our erections bumped together.

The sensation sent a slight shock of sensation up my spine, but that wasn't relevant right now.

Not with Xander looking at me like that.

Like...something.

"So," he finally said, after a long moment of silence.

He smiled, his expression cautiously hopeful.

"I had a really nice time last night."

Warmth bloomed inside of me, and I smiled back.

"I did too.

I would really like to...keep doing this."

"Dating? Or fucking?" he teased, his lips curving up wider.

I barked out a laugh, my heart feeling so fucking light.

"Both, if you're amenable to it." I chuckled again, and then calmed, suddenly needing him to understand.

"I really like you, Xander.

I meant that.

I'd like to see what we might be able to have outside of our porn personas."

He snickered at my phrasing, but then his expression grew thoughtful.

A little shy, and then more hopeful when his eyes met mine again.

"I'd like that too," he said honestly.

"I really like you too." His smile turned a little wry.

"I'm pretty sure that this is a porn premise itself," he said, gesturing between the two of us with one finger.

"But I don't care."

"Not porn," I teased, pulling him a little closer so that we were chest to chest.

"Fanfiction.

Porn stars falling in love? There's a thousand fics out there like it."

His eyes widened, and mischief lit in his eyes.

"Tristan.

Do you read fanfiction?"

I let out a growl, and then gave in to my urges and captured his lips in a kiss again.

This one deeper, dirtier, making my already hard cock perk up and take interest.

"Mmm...fuck." Xander sighed when I broke the kiss, and the dopey smile that spread across his pretty face made me want to make him squirm some more.

But I did actually have something that I needed to tell him, and I stroked the tip of my index finger down the bridge of his nose before speaking.

"I got an email from Cole.

I'm sure you did too, whenever you get to your phone."

He nodded.

"What did it say? The video can't be up already, can it?"

I laughed, shaking my head.

"No, but apparently the early cuts from Dorian's edits are impressive enough that they've already scheduled us for the next shoot.

Day after tomorrow."

Xander's eyes widened a little.

"That's pretty soon. Um..."

His cheeks pinked, and my cock jerked at the reaction.

I stroked my hand down his spine before grasping one of his ass cheeks, pulling him closer so that we could move against each other in a slow, sensuous grind.

"What, baby? Are you sore?" I teased, though my voice was a little too husky for it to be convincing.

He nodded, his eyes glazing over a little as he thrust back against me.

"A little," he admitted, his voice breathy.

I hummed, then pulled him in for another kiss, this one slow and sweet.

"We'll have to wait until after the next shoot before we spend more time together, then," I said when I pulled away.

I tightened my grip on his ass possessive, just for a moment, before I released him and used the same hand to cup his jaw gently.

"I don't know how to keep my hands off you when we're together."

The flash of disappointment on his face made warmth squirm in my stomach all over again, and then he let out a wry little chuckle.

"Yeah, same."

I nodded, my thumb stroking his cheek, rough with stubble.

"But...you do? Want to see me again?"

He calmed, and there wasn't a hint of doubt in his expression as he looked at me.

"Yeah, Tris.

I want to see you again." He shifted a little, catching his bottom lip with his teeth for a moment before he finished, shy, "I think that this...could be real.

Between the two of us.

And I want to find out."

I couldn't stop myself from letting out a groan of relief, and I leaned down to kiss him one more time before resting my forehead against his.

"Thank fucking God," I mumbled. "Me too."

He giggled, kissing me one more time, and then he rolled out of my embrace, stretching and letting out a soft sigh before looking at me again, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"I know that you're king of Italian dinners, but how are your breakfast skills, big man?"

I chuckled, propping myself up on one hand as I looked at him.

God, I was already such a goner for this man.

"I'll see what I can make happen."

He grinned, quick and mischievous, and I fell for him, just a little bit harder.