Page 74 of Method Acting

We laughed and chatted as the cameras filmed us, getting close-ups of me and Chase. Of me putting the straw to his mouth so he could take a sip of my drink. Of him threading our fingers on his chest.

Of him trying to get my hand to squeeze his pec.

I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Leave your moobs alone.”

He squeezed my knee which made me squirm, and of course that made him press against my dick.

Not helping. Not helping at all.

I knew the second he felt it because he froze.

Then he squirmed, deliberately rubbing against me.

“Stop it,” I hissed at him.

He laughed. “Not a chance.”

But he kept one leg bent at the knee and I was certain it was to hide his own erection.

“It’s so big,” Chase said. I dug him in the ribs and he laughed. “I was talking about the shark.”

“Would you two be quiet,” Didi whisper-shouted at us.

Chase laughed, jumped up to his feet, took my hand, and pulled me down to the water. Once we were far enough away from listening ears and camera microphones, he stopped, bent over with his hands on his knees. He was still laughing. “Holy shit.”

I wasn’t sure what this was about. “What are we doing?”

He took my hand again, threading our fingers like boyfriends would, and began walking down the beach. The lights of San Luco were twinkling on the water with the moonlight. It was a very pretty night. “We are getting away from the people,” he said. “I thought you’d appreciate that.”

“Well, yeah. I guess. The movie was fine though. Everyone was watching the screen and there was no need for small talk, which is the literal worst thing ever.”

He chuckled. “And I need to walk off my hard-on. Which is one hundred percent your fault.”

Uh . . .

I couldn’t believe he’d just said that.

I sputtered. “Uh, I don’t... I mean, how was it my fault? Christ, how can you just say that shit?”

“Because your huge dick was poking me in the back,” he said.

Oh my god.

He was just going to say this out loud. To my face.

“And I haven’t had sex in too long, apparently,” he went on. “Because all this touchy-feely shit has my dick real interested, and I can’t think about anything else.”

I pulled my hand from his. “You’re the one who’s all touchy-feely, all the time.”

He snatched up my hand again and pulled me to a stop. His face was even more beautiful under the moonlight, and my god, his eyes locked on mine. I was in so much trouble. “Because I like it,” he said. “And I’ve never liked it before, not with anyone. I used to hate public displays of affection or whatever, but I like it with you.”

Oh shit.

His voice was quiet. “Whenever I see you, I need to touch you. And sleeping next to you this afternoon put my dick on high alert, and I was gonna jerk off in the shower because I was trying to avoid this, but I didn’t because I thought I could handle it. But then you had to put your huge dick against my back.”

“Uh, you were the one who was lying on me,” I tried to argue. “I’m innocent here.”

He laughed. “Innocent. Yeah, right. You were hard this afternoon after our nap, and you were hard again just now. I’m not the only one with this problem here.”

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