Page 29 of Salacious Star

The tiny part of me that was terrified of rejection didn't know what I would do if he hadn't felt the same way, so I'd just sent a thumbs up emoji when he'd texted, and that had been that.

And now it had been three days, and I wanted to reach out to him and talk to him, but that same fearful voice in the back of my mind whispered that it had been too long. It had been three days. And while that was standard practice of waiting to reach out to someone you liked in the hetero world, for me, it always felt like it was too long. And somehow, not long enough.

I settled with my phone, sequestered on a corner of my couch, a blanket wrapped around me with the remote to the TV at my side. It was the place that I had spent most of my time in the days since the shoot, and I was starting to feel like if I didn't move soon, I was going to start sinking into the actual cushions of the couch.

And I was not meant to be a couch plant.

I chewed my lower lip, and then, determination filling me, I opened my text messages. I was going to do it. I was going to text Tristan, even if it was just to say hello. To let him know that I was thinking about him. Co-stars could do that, right? That was the polite thing to do?

Before I could get too far up in my head about the etiquette of texting your scene partner when you worked in porn, my phone buzzed, drawing my attention.

Cole: The video of your first shoot with Tristan is live on the website, and the response has been phenomenal. Truly, you are a natural, Xander. A link has been sent to your email so that you can see your work and bypass the paywall.

My stomach flipped, and before I could text Cole back, my phone buzzed again, this time with a message from Tristan.

Tristan: Hey, did you see that the video is up? It's pretty fucking great. :)

My stomach flipped yet again at the sight of his text message, and I think my teeth into my lower lip as I typed back a quick answer.

Xander:I only just got the text from Cole. You've watched it already?

Tristan: Is there any answer I can give you that won't make me sound like a creeper that was watching the website, waiting for it to go live?

I couldn't stop myself from snorting, and I shook my head as I answered.

Xander: I think that you've already outed yourself as a creeper, unfortunately. ;)

I set my phone to the side, and ignored it when it buzzed again almost immediately. Instead, I grabbed my laptop and pulled it onto my legs, opening the lid and quickly logging in to navigate to my browser. My email was already open, andwhen I opened the email from Cole to click the link, I found myself...uncharacteristically nervous.

Which, of course, didn't make any fucking sense. I was about to watch a video of myself getting fucked by Tristan for the first time, it wasn't like I was worried about blackmail material. This was something I had been paid for, and was going to be on a very public website. If I was going to be nervous about being seen naked by a bunch of strangers, I shouldn't have taken the job in the first place.

The link took me right to the website, and then I held my breath as it loaded on the screen, the familiar red and black and white design of the website calming something inside of me.

It probably made me sound a little desperate and lonely, but I'd watched plenty of porn before. This was going to be no fucking different.

The video loaded with the Studio Black logo on the thumbnail, and I took a deep breath before I clicked play.

The cheesy porn music immediately started playing, though it was a little more guttural than usual. Again, this was nothing new for me - yes, pathetic, I was aware of it - and I lifted one hand to chew at the skin around my thumbnail, abusing the tender flesh while the video started.

I was walking across the set and opening the door. There was Tristan, looking at me like he wanted to fuckingeatme.

It was even more intense watching it than it had been to experience it, especially because this time, I was able to see my eyes widen the tiniest bit, the deer in headlights look almost endearing.

"Hey," I said, my lips parting.

Tristan's eyes lit up, and he smirked as he walked into the room, and he murmured, "Hey, baby."

Then he was kissing me on the video, and God, it was like he was kissing me for the first time all over again. I could feel theghost of his mouth against mine as I watched him back me up on the video to the bed, and my cock filled so fast in my sweatpants that my head fucking spun.

I shoved my computer onto the coffee table and pushed my pants down to free my cock, groaning softly when the camera cut, and then Tristan was looking down at me, and I was stammering. "I...I'm nervous."

My cock twitched, and I was already leaking, my hand moving over my skin made sticky-slick from precome.

Another cut, and Tristan smirked. God, he was handsome. Dorian had definitely edited in more shots of his face than usual - based what I'd seen of his other videos - but that made sense, considering the scene, I supposed.

"I'll touch you the second that you tell me why you're nervous," he whispered. I vaguely recalled there had been a little bit more dialogue between those two lines, but that was neither here nor there.

I whimpered on the screen, and my cock throbbed before I licked my lips and whispered, "I...I've never done anything...like..."

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