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The two days between my night out at the bar with Tristan and the first shoot between us passes faster than I feel like it should.

The flirting between us as we played pool and he answered any and all of the random questions that my mind could come up with...it was fucking scorching, and the result lingered for hours after I got home, despite the fact that I got off not once, not twice, but three times.

Between the literal photographic evidence and the natural chemistry that the two of us leaned into anytime that we were in a room together...I didn't have to guess.

I just knew that he was going to fucking wreck me when he finally got his hands on me, and that I would thank him for the privilege.

The morning of the shoot, though, I woke up a ball of anxious nerves, and even though I knew that I would probably regret it when I was on set, I brewed myself a cup of coffee anyway, for something to do with my hands.

I had more than an hour to kill, and I was not going to spend that time standing around with my thumb up my ass, worrying like a nervous nelly.

I was not.

My phone rang when I was halfway through my cup, and I answered without thinking, my stomach lurching.

What if it was Cole, telling me that they'd changed my mind, and that the shoot was cancelled?

Hell, what if it was Tristan that was calling to tell me that? Though that wouldn't make much sense.

Why would they tell one of their actors to inform his scene partner that the shoot had been cancelled? That was just lazy management...

"Hello?" Ethan's voice was warm and a little hesitant, and I blew out a breath.

"You there, Xan?"

I nodded, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Yeah, I'm here.

Sorry about that, I'm a little distracted."

"Oh? What about?"

My stomach twisted, and I pressed my lips together.

I wanted to tell him everything - he was my twin, of course I wanted to - but the thought of being open about this...I mean, there were limits on sibling bonds, right? Even when you were twins?

"Is it about work?" Ethan piped up again before I could make a decision, and then he laughed, the sound lighter than it had been before.

"I'm not going to judge you, Xan.

You can talk to me about whatever's on your mind.

If I'm being honest, I'm still just glad that you didn't get on the wrong side of some off-the-beat organized crime family, and we don't have to go into hiding."

I snorted, and his words broke some of the tension that was living inside of me.

"I don't for one second believe that you actually thought I'd gotten caught up with the mob."

"You were being really fucking weird," Ethan shot back.

"How was I supposed to know?"

I snorted again.

"Okay, yeah, fine." I took another sip, and my hand was shaking less when I set my cup down on the counter.

"My first real shoot is today, and I'm fucking nervous."

Ethan hummed.

"Didn't you already do that first shoot? The test one?" He paused, and then, "I saw the pictures on the website, so it couldn't have gone too poorly, right?"

I arched an eyebrow, any embarrassment that I might have felt fading at the slightly nervous tremor in his words.

"You saw them?"

A pause, and then, Ethan huffed.

"Well, yeah.

They were on the front page when I was looking...to make sure that I didn't stumble on you in porn.

Obviously."

A true bark of laughter escaped me at my brother's awkwardness, and my heart settled.

"What did you think, then?" I couldn't help teasing.

I could practically see Ethan rolling his eyes, the perfectly pressed lines of his shirt matching the tension of his body.

"I feel like you don't need to ask me that?" he countered.

Then he chuckled softly.

"They were hot, Xan.

I didn't look at all of them, obviously, but..."

He trailed off, and it didn't take a genius to fill in the thoughts.

I nodded, and a genuine grin crossed my face.

"Yeah.

They were, right?"

Ethan snickered again.

"It amazes me that your ego fits in your head.

I would think that it's too small of a container."

I laughed, and picked up my coffee for another sip.

"I manage just fine," I bantered back, unable to stop myself from grinning now.

A glance at the time told me that I only had a minute before I had to head out, and I dumped the rest of the now-cold coffee in the sink before I grabbed my wallet and stuffed it in my back pocket.

"Hey, E, I gotta go.

I don't want to be late."

"Good luck.

You'll be great, and I will never, ever, ever be watching it." With that, I hung up on my brother, and there was a new lightness in my step as I headed out to my car.

Ethan was right.

Tristan and I were hot together.

The first shoot we had done had turned out great.

This was just the next step, and I could already tell that we were going to be on fucking fire.

*

The set was a hell of a lot busier than I thought it would be when I finally walk on about an hour after I get to the studio.

My hair and makeup were both done - by the same no-nonsense woman who helped me the first time, the sameness of which made me feel better - and I was dressed in a snug pair of jeans and a t-shirt, every stitch of clothing feeling like too much against my oversensitive skin and not enough protection from what I was about to do at the same time.

"Hey, Xan!" Dorian turned and smiled at me, Emmett at his side.

Wolfish grins spread across both their faces as they looked at me, and Emmett winked.

"Feeling okay, star?"

Before I could respond, an arm slung across my shoulder, pulling me firmly against a taller body, and Tristan scoffed softly at our director and photographer.

"You two be nice."

Emmett's eyes glittered as he looked at the two of us, and then he and Dorian exchanged a knowing look before nodding and turning their attention backs to the lights and camera that Dorian's set hands were arranging.

"You two just sit tight," Dorian called out.

"We'll be ready soon."

Tristan nodded and steered me over to a couch that was on set, and I took the moment to look around.

The set was built out like a studio apartment this time, with a tiny - nonfunctional, I assumed - kitchen in one corner, a couch in the middle of the room, and then a larger bed tucked in the opposite corner.

It reminded me a lot of the apartment that I had rented when I was in college, if I was being honest, and I squirmed a little as we sat down.

"You good?" Tristan put one finger under my chin and lifted my face to look at him, and he smiled warmly at me when I met his gaze.

He was wearing a pair of loose joggers - easy off, I imagined - and a graphic t-shirt that, again, reminded me of the shit that I used to throw on when I was just around my house in school.

He looked fucking hot.

It sent shivery anticipation down my spine, and I swallowed hard as I looked at him, remembering that he'd asked me a question.

"Yeah, I'm good.

Just reminds me of when I was in college.

Makes it a little real, you know?" I gestured around with one hand, and Tristan chuckled, an ironic edge to the words.

"I'm sure that was wholly intentional." His eyes glittered a little, and he leaned close.

"Did you read the scene they have us doing?"

The edge of laughter in his words made my shoulders slump with relief, and I rolled my eyes.

"You know that I'm the furthest thing from an actual virgin, right? Losing my porn virginity is the only authentic first time we'll be having here."

Tristan chuckled, and God, I wanted to roll around in the sound.

"I know that," he assured me, still chuckling.

"Dorian and Emmett like to think that they're funny sometimes.

I'm positive that it was on purpose."

I laughed, and my shoulders relaxed even more.

"Okay, well." I squirmed a little, and Tristan's gaze sharpened as he looked at me.

He shifted a little closer, and then he cupped his hand under my chin again, not letting me look away.

"Don't be nervous, baby boy," he said quietly.

He smiled.

"I'll take good care of you."

My stomach flipped, and the urge to lean forward and press our lips together was almost more than I could resist.

I even found myself pressing forward, the distance between closing bit by bit...

"Wait until the cameras are rolling before you get going, you two!" Dorian's voice was warm and heavy with laughter, and it broke some of the tension.

Tristan chuckled, his thumb stroking my cheek, and he shot back, "Then hurry the fuck up before I eat the baby star alive."

Dorian and Emmett both barked out laughs, and a long moment passes where Tristan didn't look away from my eyes, not even for a second.

He stared me down, and instead of feeling uncomfortable or intimidated or any of one thousand other emotions that could have flooded me at the intensity, I felt...cared for. Safe.

I'm about to have sex with this man on camera, and he's sitting here making me feel all gooey inside.

Jesus fucking Christ, I was a goddamn sap.

"Alright, I think we're ready." Dorian's voice changed, and Tristan winked at me before he turned his attention to our cinematographer - and director - releasing my face and paying attention as Dorian looked the two of us over critically.

He nodded, seeming to coming to some conclusion in his mind.

"All right, then.

Since this is your first shoot, we're going to take things pretty easy.

You read the script?" he asked, confirming.

I nodded, my stomach twisting with a combination of nerves and excitement.

"Yeah, seems pretty straightforward to me."

Dorian nodded again, reaching up and brushing away a stray strand of hair that fell over his forehead.

"Good, glad to hear it." He clapped his hands together, and all of his set hands looked his way.

"Alright, everybody clear the set.

Tris, you're going to start outside the front door and make your way in." He looked at me, his lips quirking up in a smile.

"I'm sure that Tris told you that we're not aiming for the Oscars, so it's okay if your delivery is awkward. It'll add to the authenticity."

He winked, and Emmett chuckled, picking up a bottle of water and taking a swig.

I nodded, licking my lips. "Sure."

He nodded, and it settled something inside of me to see how encouraging they were all being.

"Good, then.

Make your way through the dialogue that you have, and once you get down to business, we'll take the shots as they come."

I snorted, and shook my head.

"That's what she said," I muttered.

Tristan laughed and pushed himself to stand.

"We got it, Dorian.

It'll be fine." He looked down at me and winked.

"I'm sure that Xan's going to be a natural."

There was a glint in his eyes as he looked at me, and I couldn't stop myself from squirming a little.

I knew that he was talking about the camera and being filmed, but in my mind, the implication was that I was going to be a natural at other things.

Fuck.

My cock swelled in my jeans, my hole fluttering a little as I settled back into my spot on the couch, and all of the set hands pulled away from the lit area as Tristan sauntered - yes, sauntered - off the set behind the fake door.

He winked at me one more time and then shut the door, and then I was alone on the set.

The lights bright over me, and feeling very much like the solo act that hadn't rehearsed my lines.

Fuck.

"Alright, let's go.

Three...two...one...action!"

Dorian's voice startled me - I couldn't really see jack shit with the set lights shining in my eyes - and I almost jumped off the couch.

For a moment, I had no idea what I was supposed to do - what was I supposed to do with my hands? - but then there was a knock on the door, and my brain came back online.

"Coming," I called out, mentally wincing at the roughness of my voice.

I sounded like I smoked ten packs a day for fun, and then three more because I was addicted.

Smooth, buddy.

I stood and crossed the room, taking a deep breath before I opened the door.

Tristan was doing the boyfriend lean against the frame on the other side of it, and his eyes were hot when they crawled down my front in a slow, sexy perusal.

Immediately, all of my nerves vanished.

The only thing there was was Tristan's eyes on me, and the fact that I was already hard as a fucking rock from the way that he was looking at me like he wanted to eat me."

"Hey," I said softly, stepping back to make room for him.

His lips quirked up in a smirk, and he stepped into the "room" before he kicked the door shut behind him, immediately stepping into my space and cupping my face with both his hands.

"Hey, baby," he murmured, his voice raw and just as hot as his eyes.

Then his lips were on mine, and I fucking melted into him.

Fuck.

Our first kiss.

Our first fucking kiss.

I moaned softly as his lips moved against mine, skillful and seductive, and opened when his tongue slid along my lower lip.

My mind blanked out, and I went easily when he stepped forward once, and then twice, again and again, backing me up until the backs of my knees hit the bed, and I went down in an easy tumble when he put his hands on my shoulders and shoved.

I let out a needy little whimper because he wasn't kissing me anymore, and when I looked up at him, he looked larger than fucking life, hovering over me the way that he was.

His cock was already a delicious bulge in his joggers, and I licked my lips as I looked at it, my mouth already watering.

"I..." I stammered, looking at Tristan as he finally leaned down, planting his hands on either side of my face.

"I'm nervous," I blurted out.

It was a line that had been in the meager script, yes.

But it was true, too.

For some reason, my cock hadn't seemed to have gotten the memo, but that didn't change the fact that I was both nervous and fucking ravenous for my first time with Tristan.

Tristan hummed, and there was a glimmer of understanding in his eyes even as his lips pulled up in a cockier smirk.

He lowered himself even further, pressing his pelvis firmly against mine, and I was vaguely aware that he'd angled us to make it easy for the camera to catch every expression.

"What are you nervous about, baby?" Tristan asked, playing along.

His delivery was much smoother than mine, and it drew a juxtaposition between the two of us that made my cheeks flush.

Me, the blushing, nervous, stammering "virgin." Him, the experienced, seductive top.

My hole clenched as his cock twitched against mine, and I moaned softly when he shifted his hips against mine, grinding in a mind-numbing rhythm that made me want to throw the script that we were supposed to be following out the window.

"Come on," Tristan encouraged, his voice dropping into a low growl.

"Tell me what's going on in that sweet mind of yours, baby."

He leaned down and trailed his lips down my throat, and somehow, I didn't think that he was wholly doing this for the camera.

Yes, they were filming, of course, and I could vaguely hear low whispers from Dorian and Emmett that were quiet enough that I couldn't decipher them.

Not that I was trying.

I was distracted.

Tristan's lips were firm against my skin, and I gasped when his teeth sank into my throat in a quick, stinging nip before he pulled away.

His eyes were dancing with amusement, and I swallowed hard, clenching my hands into fists in the bed covers on either side of my hips as I tried to thrust up against me, chasing more of the pleasure that dry-humping had never given me before, but none of my normal rules seemed to matter when it came to this man.

He chuckled softly, pulling away just enough that I didn't get what I wanted.

A low whine escaped me, and he shook his head, reaching down and gently bracketing my throat with his hand, holding me down as he cocked his head to the side.

"I'll touch you the second that you tell me why you're nervous," he said, his voice smooth and easy.

Challenging.

My cock throbbed, and another whimper escaped from me before I licked my lips and whispered, "I...I've never done anything...like..."

My words trailed off, and Tristan's eyes flashed with hunger that was completely genuine.

"You're a virgin, baby?" he asked, his voice a low gravel.

Like he was shocked, but still so turned on that his control was hanging by a thread.

Slowly, I nodded, not looking away even for a second.

"Is that...okay?"

He stared at me for a moment, then let out an aggressive growl before his fingers flexed around my throat, and he leaned down to capture my lips in another kiss that melted my brain right out of my damn head.