Page 28 of Salacious Star

His easy agreement made my spent cock twitch, though there was no way in hell that I was going to be able to get an erection again, and I hummed as I turned my attention to the shower, turning the knobs until the water steamed from the faucet.

Then I turned back to Xan and took his hand, gently nudging him in the shower. "Get clean, baby boy," I said, fondness making my voice soft.

I turned to leave, but Xander caught my hand in his before I made it more than half a step, and I looked back at him, my heart suddenly pounding in my throat.

Xander smiled at me, his expression still all soft and sweet, and he pulled, gently tugging me towards the shower. "Clean me up," he said, his voice husky.

My heart stopped, and then immediately picked up at ten times the speed. Because this...this was new territory. Up to this point, everything between us could be painted as me taking him under my wing as a new costar. Showing him the ropes, making sure that he felt comfortable in front of the cameras, making sure that he felt comfortable withme.

But I had never spent time with a costar...likethis, after a shoot. Hell, I'd never taken another costar back to their dressing room when they were all fuck-drunk and loose, either. It was a level of intimacy that I was deeply inexperienced with, a stunning lack of professionalism that made my head spin just to think of it.

That didn't stop me from craving it like a shot of heroin, though.

"I..." His eyes were so soft and hopeful that whatever protest I'd been planning faded away, and I swallowed hard, stepping into the shower and crowding up against him.

"Hi," he said, smiling up at me. His pupils were still blown out as he looked up at me, and despite the voice in the back of my head screaming that this was crossing a line, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him up against me.

"Hi," I said, my voice low and husky. I brushed the tips of our noses together, and then turned him in the circle of my arms so that he was facing the shower head with his back pressed against my chest. "Come on, baby boy. Let's get you cleaned up."

I nudged him forward into the spray, and then my hands gently swept along his skin, cleaning off the residual sweat and come that we hadn't managed to clean up between takes. He hummed softly and leaned his head back to rest on my shoulder, and for a moment, the intimacy of the situation floored me.

"You okay?" I asked, my voice soft. I stroked the fronts of his thighs, and he shivered under my touch.

"Mmm. Tired." He closed his eyes, and I stopped stroking my hands over his skin, just holding him. "Wasn't like I thought it was going to be."

"Oh?" My stomach swooped, and I forced myself to breathe through the sudden and intense spike of panic. What if he hadn't enjoyed himself? "A good difference, I hope."

He giggled -giggled- softly, and nodded. "Yeah, it was good," he said, his voice a little clearer now. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked at me with a little smile. "You made it easier than I thought it would be."

The vulnerable admission made my breath catch, and I leaned down to brush my lips against his cheek before I could think twice.

"I'm so glad to hear that, Xan," I said softly. "Hopefully I didn't scare you off from wanting to do this...with me again."

The vulnerability in my voice was shocking, but if Xan heard how my voice trembled the tiniest bit, he didn't say anything. He just nodded, and closed his eyes again. "Wouldn't do it with anyone else," he mumbled, his hands finally moving to clean himself off.

Again, the words lanced through me and hit right in the soft, squishy middle of my chest, and I swallowed hard as I finished helping Xander shower and get clean. Even with every inch of his body pressed up against me, my cock didn't get hard again, but when I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my waist before offering one to him, I couldn't help looking forward to the next time that I would get to have Xander naked and needy under me.

12

Xander

The days following the shoot, I mostly holed up in my house and recovered.

Not because I was ashamed of what I had done, or anything. I wasn't having a crisis of faith, or a moral quandry, or anything like that.

No, I was just fuckingtired. It had been more challenging than I'd thought shooting with Tristan for nearly two hours, and I wasn't ashamed to admit that when I got home right after the shoot, I collapsed in my bed - despite the fact that it had barely been noon when I got home - and hadn't woken up until it was dark again.

If the texts that I'd gotten from Cole, Dorian, and Tristan were any indication, the shoot had gone very well. And admittedly, I'd enjoyed myself far, far more than I thought that I would. The horror stories that you heard about sex work online had prepared me for it to be the worst experience of my life, for my boundaries to be pushed or for the shoot to go on long past my endurance, making it so that I would never want to come back.

None of that was true, though.

If I was being honest with myself...I was looking forward to the next time that I was scheduled with Tristan. More than I wanted to admit.

Especially considering what the two of us had doneafterthe shoot. If any memory haunted me, it was the memory of the way that I had basically latched onto Tristan and forced him to spend time with me after the shoot. I was sure that showering with your costar wasn't standard protocol after fucking them on camera, but Tristan had taken such good care of me. The way that he had touched me and helped me clean upwas almost more impactful than the way that he had fucked me, and despite my embarrassment about my forward behavior after my mind had cleared from the orgasm fog...

I couldn't help feeling that that moment...something had changed. Between the two of us, I mean.

Of course, I couldn'tsaythat to him. Even when he texted me the next day to check in, I hadn't been able to bring myself to talk to him about what had happened. Surely...he'd felt the intimacy between the two of us, too?

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