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Tristan

The look on Xander's face as he arranged himself on the couch to Emmett's specifications was just fucking precious, and I couldn't help the predatory surge of want that flooded me as I walked over to him and slowly crawled over his body until I was hovering, just the way Emmett wanted.

"You okay?" I asked, dropping the aggressive, Dommy act that I'd been playing in during the first half of the photo shoot.

It was mostly to help him relax, though the way that he had become pure putty in my hands spoke to a primal part of me that didn't usually get to see the light of day.

Xander's pretty blue eyes were half-lidded, his pupils blown and his cheeks pinked with want.

He bit his lower lip, dragging his teeth over it for a moment before releasing it, slightly more reddened than it had been before, and he nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he whispered, just quietly enough that Emmett couldn't hear.

I nodded, offering a small smile.

"Good," I said, equally quietly.

"Because if I know Emmett, things are about to jump up a notch."

Xander's eyes widened a little, and I could tell that he wanted to ask what I was talking about.

Before he could, though, Emmett's camera started clicking again, with the running commentary that came with the pictures.

"That's great, guys.

Really intense, the way you're looking at each other.

I love it.

Tris, if you could lean just a little closer, and prop up on your forearm instead of your hand, no, the other one, so you're not blocking his face..."

It was a familiar drone, but for the first time, there was electricity in the air between myself and my shoot partner.

I couldn't look away from him, and wasn't sure that I would want to even if we weren't stuck together like this while Emmett took the photos.

His breath mingled with mine in the small space between us, warm and sweet, and his full lips parted, his pupils dilating just a little more as he looked up at me.

His breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling with each aborted inhale, and I couldn't help the smug satisfaction that this man - this beautiful man - was so clearly affected by me.

"Good," Emmett called out.

"Now, Tris, if you'll lower yourself so that you're laying fully on top of him..."

Xander's eyes widened a little at the instruction, his throat bobbing with a swallow, and I grinned at him as I followed the instruction.

To.

The. Letter.

His skin was warm against mine, and the stiff length of his erection where it rubbed against mine almost made me groan aloud.

I was just as hard as he was, and the needy little gasp that he let out at the pressure of my pelvis against his was delicious.

I wanted to swallow it up and keep the sound in a box, all mine, forever mine.

"You good?" I asked, leaning down and brushing the tip of my nose against his.

He nodded, his lips still parted.

"Yeah," he breathed.

His eyes flicked down to my lips, and his tongue darted out to wet his puffy bottom lip.

The lip that I suddenly wanted to bite.

My cock twitched, and I bit back another harsh, possessive sound, one that would give me away.

I rolled my hips a little, though, unwilling to be alone in my torment, and Xander inhaled sharply again, his eyes narrowing up at me.

One of his hands rose, hovering for a moment before he placed it on my side, and I grinned down at him, giving him an encouraging little nod.

"There you go," I breathed.

"Just sink into it.

Not awkward, right?"

He blinked, long, and slow, and then his fingers dug into my side, startling me a little with the bite of pain from his short nails.

I let out a low growl, and Emmett made a soft, approving sound from behind his camera.

"Good, guys.

Really good.

Now, Tris, unbutton Xander's pants..."

Xander's eyes widened again, and I chuckled softly as I followed the ask.

"Told you it would get more intense," I said quietly.

Still just for him.

Because, for some reason, I wanted to reassure this guy.

I didn't want him scared off by this objectively tame little shoot that Emmett was orchestrating for us.

I wanted to know what he felt like, tight and wrapped around my cock while I drilled him into the floor.

Or over the table.

Or on the bed.

And he couldn't be scared off if I was going to do that.

The sound of the zipper pulling down was loud in the objectively silent studio, and not for the first time, I wished that Emmett would budge on his 'no music in the studio' rule.

It was almost oppressive, the silence while he shot.

But it created some great tension, which was, I was sure, the goal.

Xander's breath hitched when my knuckles brushed against the back of his erection, and the sensation of cotton against my fingers made me pull back a little.

I glanced down, surprised to see a pair of tight, gray boxer briefs encasing Xander's cock, and I glanced over at Emmett, arching an eyebrow.

"What do you think Em? Good, or should we take a break so he can take them off?"

I offered Xander another reassuring smile, patting him on the thigh.

He looked a little dazed, though he followed my lead and looked over to Emmett for direction vis-à-vis his underwear.

Emmett hummed, lowering his camera and looking at the two of us critically.

He scooted a little closer, lifting his camera to look through the lens for a second before he lowered it again, cocking his head to the side.

"Leave them," he finally said.

"The way that your cock is straining against the fabric is hot, Xan.

It'll work.

But for the future, if no underwear are provided, you don't need to wear any."

Xander's cheeks pinked a little, and he swallowed.

"Sure.

Sorry," he mumbled.

Emmett waved his hand around, already back in work mode as he lifted his camera, crouching up and coming even closer to us.

"Don't worry about it.

Now look back at Tristan, and Tris, stroke your knuckles down his cock.

Tease him."

My cock jumped at the words, and I smirked down at Xander, leaning close to him again.

"What do you think, Xan?" I asked, my voice low and growly.

"Should I tease you?"

I stroked my knuckles down the covered length of his cock as I asked, and the needy, desperate little sound that escaped Xander's lips almost made me throw the entire shoot out the window.

It took everything inside of me to keep my head screwed on straight as I cupped Xander's balls, ignoring the clicking of Emmett's camera as I rolled them in my palm one, and then the other, gently squeezing.

Xander made another choked sound, and his hands flew back to my sides.

Clutching to me, as if he were going to fly apart without me to anchor him.

His cock jerked, and I couldn't help the low growl that I let out at the blatant sign of how I was affecting him.

I glanced at Emmett, waiting for him to peek over the top of his lens before I arched my eyebrow in ask.

Emmett and I had worked together long enough that he knew what I wanted, and one corner of his mouth tugged up in a little smirk before he nodded and lifted his camera again.

I turned my full attention back to Xander, squeezing his balls one more time before releasing him.

He let out a tiny, shuddering breath.

But before he could get comfortable and relax at the lack of stimulation, though, I wrapped my hand around the bulge of his cock and squeezed firmly.

"Fuck!" Xander gasped.

His head tipped back, his neck stretching out in front of me, and I couldn't stop myself from leaning down, nosing at his neck while I stroked his cock through his underwear, nice and slow.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Emmett shift his camera to what we were doing up top, but all of my attention was focused on Xander.

"Sensitive," I murmured.

I leaned down, brushing my lips against his jaw, feeling the not quite prickle of incoming scruff.

He had clearly shaved that morning, and the fact that his skin was already getting rough made me think that he could grow quite the beard, if he wanted to.

He swallowed, and another whimper, bitten back, sounded from his throat.

"Yeah," he said shakily.

I chuckled against his skin, and squeezed his cock again.

The heavy weight of it fit perfectly in my hand, and I itched to slide my hand under the waist of his tight underwear, to wrap my hand around him skin to akin.

To hear what needy, desperate little sounds came from his pretty lips when I had him at my mercy.

I was cognizant of the camera, still clicking away, though, and I settled for pressing my lips against his throat, nipping marks into his skin.

They were bright pink to my eyes and probably wouldn't show up well if Emmett was doing as I had suggested and using the black and white, but they weren't for the camera.

They were for me.

I squeezed his cock again, then rolled my hips, rubbing my length against his hip.

The pressure made me groan, the sound loud and sensual, and Xander let out another whimper before he bucked up into my touch.

His cock pulsed in my grip, and on my next upstroke, I felt a wet spot growing under my hand, sticky and damp.

I huffed out a little laugh, pulling away so that I could look him in the eye again.

"Needy," I teased.

I squeezed the head of his cock, making him hiss, and his eyes flashed, hot and annoyed as he looked up at me.

"You don't seem to be doing much better, buddy," he challenged.

He thrust up against me again, this time deliberately rubbing against my cock.

The stimulation made me rumble out another moan, and then I tossed back my head with a laugh that was brighter and more genuine than I could remember myself making for a while.

When I looked back down at him, splayed out underneath me like a treat for the taking, I knew that the intensity I was feeling was written all over my face.

His breath caught as he looked up at me, and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom up again.

This time I didn't resist the urge.

I leaned down, sinking my teeth into that plush bottom lip of his and pulling, listening to him gasp as my tongue flicked out and stroked along the same skin that he had just licked.

Arousal burned, low in my belly, and I pulled away, just enough that his lip stretched a little bit with me.

I heard a few satisfying clicks of the camera, and then I let him go, winking down at him before I glanced over at Emmett.

"What do you think, Em?" I squeezed Xander's cock again, just to listen to him let out another pretty gasp.

"Seems good to me.

We about done here?"

Emmett lowered his camera, and his cheeks were flushed.

There was a hint of feral arousal in his eyes that I hadn't seen before, and I couldn't stop myself from smirking even wider at the fact that Xander and I had put that look in our photographer's eyes.

"Yeah," he said, his voice low and raspy.

"You're good." He glanced down at the little display on his camera, clicking a few times before he looked up at us, his eyes glittering.

"Really fucking good."

Pleasure at the compliment warmed me, and I grinned down at Xander, who looked a little confused, before leaning down and pressing a teasing kiss to the tip of his nose as I regretfully released his cock.

"Come on, newbie.

We're done for the day.

You did good."

I climbed off him - dragging my cock again his thigh one more time as I did so - and offered him my hand to help him stand on slightly shaking legs.

He glanced between me and Emmett, who was flitting around and turning off the bright set lights now that he had declared us done.

"That's it?"

"What, did you think I was going to make you come all over my hand on your first day?" I teased.

His cheeks pinked again, and he shook his head, mumbling, "No, of course not.

I just...I mean..."

"Sometimes shoots are nice and easy, Xan," Emmett interrupted, taking pity on the poor guy.

"Tris and I have worked together for a while.

There's a kind of sense that you'll develop to know if more work needs to be done.

Sometimes you have a difficult costar, or you're not in the mood.

Sometimes the lighting is off, or the chemistry isn't right." He winked at me, and I knew he was making fun of me. In the past, I’d been the cause of most of the listed troubles.

"And sometimes,” Emmett continued, “everything goes perfectly, and you get all the shots you need in..." He checked his phone.

"Thirty eight minutes."

Xander glanced between the two of us, that pink flush deepening and spreading down his neck.

"Oh, okay," he mumbled.

I patted him on the shoulder, grinning at him when he flinched, and then pressed into my touch in the same moment.

He was going to be fun when we finally got him in front of Dorian's camera.

My cock jerked at the idea, which made me take pause.

I was an adult film star, so I rarely got excited about having sex anymore.

An unfortunate hazard of the industry.

The idea of sleeping with Xander, though…

"Do you...need anything else, then?" Xander said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I watched him run his hand through his hair nervously, making it stick up even more than it already was.

My fingers itched to do the same thing, to feel the soft strands between my fingers as I cranked his head back with a tight grip.

Preferably while I was buried all the way in that tight little ass of his...

"Nah, you're good," Emmett assured him.

He smiled, reaching out and shaking Xander's hand.

"You did great today.

I can't wait to edit these.

Cole and Tanner will be in touch about setting up a meeting to review the photos, and we'll decide our future direction from there."

Xander nodded, swallowing.

"That's great, then.

Thank you." He offered a small smile, and for a moment, I was struck by the way the tiny gesture lit his entire face up.

His smile made him even more beautiful, and I didn't want him to walk away.

"Do you want to get changed and grab a drink with me?" I blurted out, startling both myself and the other two men in the room.

Emmett looked at me oddly, but Xander flushed, and took a tiny step back.

"It's only eleven," he said.

He looked at me, a little shy, and offered another smile.

"Maybe rain check?"

The rejection settled in my stomach, ugly and sticky, but I smiled at him anyway.

"Sure, no problem," I agreed.

Xander nodded, running his hand through his hair one more time before he turned on his heel and hurried off the set.

I watched him go, my cock twitching in my pants at the sight of his ass in those jeans, and Emmett cleared his throat, drawing my attention as Xander disappeared from the room.

"Don't you go scaring him off, Tristan," he said sternly, bopping me on the nose when I drew near.

"You have no idea how difficult it was to find someone who would film well with you visually, let alone emotionally.

The chemistry that the two of you have is off the fucking charts, so don't.

Ruin.

It." He poked me in the chest several times with a mock aggressive expression on his face, and I snorted, batting his hand away.

"I hear you, Em.

I won't scare away the baby star." I shrugged one shoulder, tucking my hands into the pockets of my jeans.

Even if I want him more badly than I've wanted anything...ever.