Page 52 of Salacious Star

My stomach erupted into butterflies, and I desperately tried to keep my voice casual as I asked, "Smitten?"

Brandon's dark eyes flashed, and his tongue came out to toy with his piercing again as he looked at me. The flash of a piercing through the center of his tongue made my cock jerk unwittingly, and after a moment, he shook his head, chuckling softly.

"Well, Iwasgoing to be asking how your date went ahead of your shoot today, but that look on your face tells me everything that I need to know." His expression softened a little, and the smile that curved on his lips was genuine. "I'm happy for the two of you. I was worried that Tristan's emotionally constipated ass would never find someone he wanted to let in."

"Funny, because he said thatyou'rethe emotionally constipated one," I shot back, relaxing into my chair as my body realizing that the terrifying twink wasn't here to intimidate me.

Not that he would beableto, but...oh, hell.

Brandon was terrifying, and I was almost certain that he could put those shit-kicking boots of his on any man's throat and make him beg for mercy, regardless of his size.

Brandon tossed back his head and laughed, looking back at me with a glint in his eyes. "I'm sure he did," he said easily. "A partner isn't in the cards for some of us, though. I'm really happy for you and Tris, Xander."

With that mildly cryptic - and sweet - statement, he winked at me one more time before he turned on his heel and slipped out of my dressing room as easily as he had come into it. I blinked for a moment, looking after him, and then shook my head. Maybe Tristan would be able to pick apart that interaction.

Then I turned my attention back to the script that I had in hand, and I couldn't stop myself from snorting aloud as I finished reading.

Oh, God, this was going to beridiculous.

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I was the first person on set this time, and made an immediate beeline for Dorian and Emmett, where they were standing and speaking quietly to each other.

Emmett looked at me first, an easy smile spreading across his face as his eyes flicked down my front. I'd only been given a pair of white boxer briefs for the shoot, ones that clung to my skin and were the tiniest bit silky, highlighting every ridge and bump of my cock, and I could already tell that they were going to turn practically translucent when my cock started leaking in them. If Tristan didn't get them off me first.

"Hey, Xan," Emmett said, winking. "Looking good."

Dorian chuckled, and the smile he offered me was just as easy. "Everything okay with today's script?" he asked, a little more serious than his husband. "I figured we would go a little easier on you after the last scene."

I squirmed a little at the mention of the last scene, nodding. "Yeah, it's fine," I said, looking down at the bundle of papers that were still clutched in my hand. "A little..."

"Ridiculous?" Dorian supplied when I trailed off. He chuckled at my nod, and he nodded. "Yeah, well, we're not being paid for realism, are we?"

He winked, and my shoulders relaxed as I laughed. He was right; Cole had told me in that first interview. We were selling a fantasy. And the scene that we were playing out today...well, I'd searched for this very video myself when I was young and had just discovered porn.

I chatted with Emmett for a few more minutes while the crew around us swirled and got the sets and lighting all right, and by the time Tristan wandered onto set, wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a backwards baseball cap over his curls, I was ready to get started. The nerves that had plagued me for the first twoshoots that we'd done were nowhere to be found as I smiled up at him, and he winked down at me before leaning down to brush his lips over my cheek.

"Ready, baby?" he murmured, quietly enough that it was for my ears only.

Butterflies burst to life in my stomach, and I smiled up at him. The energy between us was different today, warmer and more intimate, and I knew that this was going to be afunscene, not just hot.

After all, we weren't just coworkers anymore. We were...more. Still hadn't decided what that more was yet, but I was looking forward to finding out.

"Ready," I agreed, glancing over at Dorian and Emmett. The pair were looking at us with warm smiles, as if we were the cutest things on the planet, and I couldn't stop myself from chuckling as I reached up and ran a hand through my hair. "Ready, gentlemen? Or did you want to enjoy the show some more?"

Tristan snickered, and Emmett's eyes brightened a little as he lifted his camera and took a quick shot. He looked down at the screen, then smirked. "Ready."

Dorian nodded. "Alright, everyone off set!"

The crew scattered from the set and Tristan winked at me before I walked into set, making my way past the faux kitchen and couch that were in the middle of the room. In the corner there was a full-sized washer and dryer combo, though the dated dials told me that these poor machines had been long out of commission before they'd been requisitioned to star in porn.

Yes, we were doing astuck in the dryervideo. A trope that I'd enjoyed multiple times when I'd first figured out that I was gay, and now...Well, now I was going to be providing that same fantasy for others.

I couldn't stop myself from laughing a little as I came to a stop in front of the machine, glancing over my shoulder at Dorian and Emmett and arching an eyebrow. "We good?"

One of the crew tweaked one of the lights one more time under Dorian's critical gaze, and then he looked at me, nodding with a smile. "There's a mic in there, so don't worry about being too loud. Go ahead."

I nodded and opened the door to the dryer, ducking and sticking my entire head and shoulders inside. It was empty in there, of course, and I saw the tiny microphone that Dorian had been referring to positioned in the corner where it would be able to catch every sound that fell from my lips.

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