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Xander

I crept into Tristan's dressing room after the scene wrapped up and he'd retreated to go and shower, not bothering to wait for the rest of the crew to clear before I made a beeline for it.

I didn't care if people knew that we were together at this point.

I wanted to feel Tristan's hands on me again, regardless of the fact that we'd just spent the better part of two and a half hours with exactly that.

My hole was sore and aching and stretched, and I knew that it was going to take more than a few days to recover from this particular scene.

But my cock was already trying to rally at the thought of how hot it was going to be when it was edited and cut together and uploaded onto the Studio Black site, so I knew that I was going to be just fine.

The shower was already running and billowing steam over the top of the glass wall when I slipped into the dressing room, and I smiled, shucking the sweats that I'd tossed on after the scene and walking over to the shower.

Tristan was facing the water, running his hands through his dark curls when I stepped in, closing the door to the shower quietly behind me, and he startled a little when I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my cheek to the back of his neck, relishing his warm body against mine.

"Didn't get enough out there, baby boy?" He turned in the circle of my arms and smiled warmly at me, leaning down to brush his lips over mine.

Our cocks pressed together, soft and exhausted from the scene that we'd just done - where I'd come a record four times, and he'd come twice.

"Mm." I kissed him back, then smiled up at him when he pulled away.

"Just wanted to be close to you."

The raw honesty of my words took my breath away, and the way that Tristan's eyes softened as he looked down at me, he felt the same way.

He nodded, then gently stepped backwards until we were both under the spray of the water.

"Well, in that case, let's get clean at the same time, yeah?" he asked, chuckling softly.

"Conserving water, are we?" I teased, stroking my hands up his sides.

"Something like that." His eyes gleamed with amusement, and he gently turned me around.

He washed me with languid, thorough strokes of my body, working body wash over my skin and helping me to clean away the sweat and come of the scene.

I shivered when his fingers brushed over my hole, but there was no funny business this time around, just cleaning and intimacy.

His lips brushed against my ear as he gripped my hip, his chest warm against my back.

"I didn't hurt you, did I? I was careful, but still..."

The thread of concern in his voice made affection flutter in my stomach, stupid butterflies that made me want to say something utterly idiotic.

I bit back any ill-advised words that wanted to bubble to my lips, instead nodding.

"No, I'm okay," I assured him.

I paused, and then, "Fisting? I didn't know that you were into that."

I kept my voice light and teasing, even as my hole fluttered and my cock gave a valiant jerk at the memory of his words that had shoved me over the edge - untouched - the first time.

His husky chuckle in my ear lit my nerves on fire all over again, and I knew that if we weren't careful, I was going to get hard again, and there was no way on God's green earth that I was going to be able to come a fifth time in less than four hours.

"Sometimes," he said, his voice so soft that I could barely hear him over the shower spray.

"It surprised me too, but..."

"Hmm?" I asked, on my toes despite the fact that I knew that this conversation wasn't going to go anywhere.

Not right now, anyway.

"Mm." He brushed his lips against the back of my neck, raising goosebumps there, and then he murmured, "Maybe another day.

I think you'd make a cute hand puppet, boyfriend."

His teeth grazed my ear in a tease, and I barked out a laugh as my head fell back against his shoulder, the heat of the moment dissipating with his teasing words.

His arms wound around my waist and he rested his chin on my shoulder, and for a moment, we just stood there under the water, soaking in each other's presence.

"That was different, right?" I finally ventured, peeking over my shoulder at him.

His eyes met mine, eyelids dropping in a slow blink.

"I mean...not just your filthy fucking mouth," I amended, bumping our noses together.

"But...emotionally.

It was more intense, right?"

That wasn't just me?

He looked at me, his hazel eyes searching over my face for a long moment before his lips twitched up in a smile.

"Yeah, baby boy," he agreed softly.

"That was different."

He leaned forward and captured my lips in a soft kiss, affectionate and entirely removed from anything sexual, and I sighed into his mouth as I kissed him back.

My heart fluttered at his agreement, and I swallowed down any words that wanted to spill out when he pulled away.

Not the fucking time, Xan.

My heart didn't agree with my mind's sound logic, but the next moment, Tristan reached over and turned the water of the shower off, and he smiled at me as he reached up and shoved a wet lock of hair off my forehead.

"Come on, baby boy," he said, pushing the shower door opening and letting in the cooler air of the bigger dressing room.

"Let's get dressed and get some food.

How do you feel about sushi?"

He reached down and twined his fingers with mine before tugging me out of the shower, and I went, a stupid grin on my face as he continued to chatter on, filling the silence as we dried off, and then got dressed to go out for a late lunch date.

God, this fucking man.