Page 43 of Baby Love

P’Big sits down across from us at the table. “I’ve decided to film the love scene this afternoon and move the scene originally planned to tomorrow because it works better for the actor who plays Boom's father to do it then. You two up for the love scene?”

"Sure," I say.

“Sounds good,” Spin says.

We finish eating and go to makeup. When they’re ready for us, we take our places in the hallway outside the room. Besides me and Spin, only P’Big, P’Luke, and the cameramen are present. As I expected he would, P’Big gives us basic directions and tells us to do what feels right.

Spin and I both slip into character easily, and, as soon as I have him pinned against the wall, we smoothly take things where they need to go. As irresponsible as our lapse the other night at my house might have been, I think it helped. Spin is in character but not thrumming with need like he was that night, although, judging by the bulge in his pants, he's not unaffected. Submerged in my role as Khao, I touch Boom’s body. Our shirts hit the floor, and we stumble down the hall, kissing and groping, tongues deep in each other’s mouths. Boom’s shoulder hits the edge of the door as I push him backward, and I follow him into the room and fall onto him on the bed. Wasn’t I the one who was supposed to be pushed? P’Big doesn’t stop us, so I put it out of my mind. On my knees, panting hard, I stare down at Boom.

I wasn’t lying when I told Spin that a hard-on is a natural reaction during an NC scene–sometimes just the high of acting is enough to do it. Yet, as I run my tongue down Spin’s taut stomach before attacking his mouth again, I am very aware that I’ve never experienced the heady combination of arousal and complete disregard for the camera only a foot from my face that I’m feeling now.

Getting us back on script, Spin flips me over and straddles me.

Unlike when we practiced, we take off our pants, leaving us in our shorts. The camera zooms in on Boom’s face while Khao goes down on him. In reality, I’ve got my face buried in the cleft of Spin’s leg and groin while he throws his head back and moans. What would it be like to actually go down on him? Would he make those sexy little grunts he made last night?

“Cut!” P’Big calls out, and I roll over, panting hard as I grab a pillow and pull it over my crotch. Spin yanks the covers over his lower half. We have a few minutes respite while P’Big and P’Luke look at the footage on the monitor.

“All right,” P’Big finally says. “We’re going to do it again beginning after you fall onto the bed. P’Park, before you get ready to fellate him, I want a little more. Push the envelope.”

“What should I do?” I ask.

P’Big thinks for a moment. “Suck on his nipple.”

Spin sits up. “I don't—”

Turning to him, P’Big interrupts. “We’re a little limited on the things we can do, here. You could grab Park’s crotch, but that would call attention to…things.”

My face heats in embarrassment.

“But my nipples are really sensitive,” Spin says, looking slightly panicked. Remembering his reaction the other night when I licked his nipple, my dick throbs beneath the pillow I have over my shorts.

“What do you mean?” P’Big asks him. “They tickle? Hurt?”

Spin bites his lower lip, eyes darting to me and then back at P’Big. “They, uh, I mean, they don’t hurt. It’s just that touching them makes me, uh… ” He looks stricken.

“They’re an erogenous zone,” I say for him, and I know from the half-embarrassed, half-turned-on look on Spin’s face that he knows I remember.

P’Big smiles. “Oh, well, that’s okay. It’ll work in our favor. Don’t worry, Nong. I realize this is a little embarrassing when you aren’t used to it, but that will pass. Places!”

Spin and I adjust ourselves—both on the bed and in our pants—and when P’Big calls for action, we begin kissing. When my mouth finds one of his nipples, I feel Spin shiver beneath me.

I run my tongue over the nub, then suck on it hard, and Spin bucks beneath me, the hardness in his pants briefly pressing against my erection. P’Big calls cut and has us watch the footage. Spin stands slightly in front of me, the tips of his ears scarlet.

“Right here,” P’Big points out to Spin. “I want you to grasp the sheets. We’ll do a close-up of your hand. What do you think?” He looks at P’Luke.

“Good idea,” the acting coach agrees.

We continue watching.

“Park, you look ready to combust here. More of that,” P’Big says at a closeup of my face.

Right. Because I’m such a good actor.

We film the scene two more times before P’Big is satisfied, and then someone hands us each a robe. As I’m slipping into mine, P’Big tells us to take a few minutes, and we lounge on the bed, scrolling through our phones while activity goes on around us.

We don’t talk, just relax, and then it’s time to film again.

Two hours later, we’re done for the day. Looking at my watch, I’m surprised to see it’s close to nine p.m.

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