Page 19 of Salacious Star

I nodded, and approached the table to break the triangle of balls. I set my glass down and bent over to eye the cue, and I could feel Tristan's eyes, hard and heavy, on my ass as I executed a clean break, and then balls went every all over the table.

Ha.

"Nice," Tristan said warmly as I straightened up. None of the balls rolled into pockets, so he positioned himself next to the cue, aiming for a stripe. "So ask your questions, baby boy. I know you have them."

He was teasing, and my cheeks burned hot as I nodded, leaning more heavily on the table as he managed to sink a ball. "Well...just walk me through the process I guess. The internet isn't a very friendly place when talking about sex work, so I've been kind of avoiding it."

Tristan nodded, looking at me seriously. "That's good. Seriously, keep yourself away from that cesspool. For you." He straightened up and picked up his glass, taking a drink of his beer before he looked back at me, and stepped a little closer so that he could speak more quietly, and I would still be able to hear him. "Okay, process. You'll come in about half an hour before the shoot is scheduled for hair and makeup. At that time, you'll be handed whatever little script they've written for us so that you can review it, but this isn't a Spielberg piece, so don't worry overmuch about trying to be too cinematic with your acting." He winked at me, and I couldn't stop myself from chuckling a little.

"Got it."

He leaned over to take his shot - and I admired the swell of his ass and the lines of his back as he did so - and then he looked at me as he sank another stripe. "They usually give us about fifteen to twenty minutes to look over the script and get in the headspace, and do anything else you need to...prepare for the scene before we head onto set."

His voice deepened on the word prepare, and my cheeks flushed hot. "Prepare?" I managed, my voice sounding slightly strangled even to my ears.

His eyes flinted, and a slow smirk tugged at his lips as he straightened up. "You know what I'm talking about, Xander."

If I hadn't already been hard, that would have done it. My cock twitched, straining against the zip of my jeans, and I picked up my beer to take several gulps to try and assuage the dryness in my throat. His eyes dropped down, and the interest that litin them when they landed on my cock was enough to make me want to throw our plans for the rest of the night out altogether.

Somehow, I didn't even think that I would have to get Tristan drunk to ask him to take me home.

I cleared my throat, ignoring the way that my hole was clenching at the thought of Tristan helping mepreparefor a scene, and I tried to get back on track. "Okay. Sure. Lots of time for prep. Got it."

Tristan let out a low chuckle. "Exactly," he agreed. He finished off his beer, and then lifted one hand to get Mark's attention behind the bar, smiling. The sound of the beer tap running told me that Mark had noticed him, and Tristan turned his attention back to me. "Once we get on set, then it's a lot of hurry up and wait. We have to wait for them to adjust their lights, that can take anywhere from five minutes to half an hour, and then Dorian will usually run through the scene with us so that we both understand what they're expecting of us."

I nodded. "Sure."

Mark brought over another beer for Tristan and smiled at the two of us before taking the empty glass and walking away. Even the brief interruption wasn't enough to break the sexual tension that was thick enough to cut between us, and Tristan took another step closer, though it was only to bend over the table and take his new shot.

"After that, we start filming, and I'm going to tell you right now, it's not as much fun as you think it's going to be." He missed his shot, and straightened up, winking at me. "Your shot, baby boy."

I swallowed and turned my attention to the game, casting my gaze around the scatter of solids and stripes, trying to plan my shot.

My focus wasimmediatelyshot when Tristan stepped behind me, pressing close enough that I could feel the warmth ofhis body through my clothes. His hands landed on the table on either side of my hips, and his breath ghosted over the back of my neck in a tease that made me shiver.

Which he couldfeel, and I knew it.

"They're going to have us do takes over and over again to make sure that they get the reaction and the angles that they want." Tristan's voice was low and sexy, and even though we were talking shop, it stillfeltlike he was whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

"That sounds tiring," I managed, not even pretending to focus on the game anymore.

Tristan hummed. "It can be. Sometimes it means they'll want us to make out for twenty minutes and you'll just have to deal with my tongue down your throat until they've decided they've had enough. Sometimes it means that I'll be fingering your prostate until you cry because they want to make sure that they catch the way that my fingers tug on your rim atjustthe perfect angle."

Tristan's voice was rasping, and when he pressed closer, I could feel the hard length of his erection against my ass, making his feelings about our topic of conversation all too fucking clear.

"And sometimes..." His hands flexed on top of the table, and the hopeful part of my mind hoped that he would touch me. "It means that I'll be fucking you, and they'll have us stop and start the take multiple times. I'll have to keep you on edge until your needy cock is begging for release, and I won't be able to give it to you because that would ruin the money shot. And we'll both just have to suffer through it."

My hole spasmed at the thought, and somehow, that didn't sound like something that I would have tosufferthrough.

I swallowed hard, and then slowly turned around until my back was to the pool table, and I was facing Tristan again, practically nose to nose. "How long do shoots usually last?" Iwhispered, the urge to close the distance between us so that I could kiss himstrong.

"Hours," Tristan responded, his voice equally soft. "Nature of the beast. Think you can stand my hands on you for that long, baby boy?"

The sadistic glint in his eyes, along with the way that his erection just barely brushed against mine as we looked at each other...I could barely breathe. I wanted his hands on me right the fucknow.

I nodded, dragging my teeth along my lower lip. "Can't wait," I finally whispered.

His eyes flashed, and his throat bobbed with a swallow. I watched the war of control on his handsome features, and I knew that we shouldn't...but I wanted to.

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