Page 51 of Declan
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Filming a sex scene was one of the worst parts about being an actor. Hands down. Sure, on screen it looked passionate, sexy, and maybe a little stimulating depending on the type of love scene: cute, rough, or downright filthy. However, that wasn’t the reality of it.
No, the reality of it was being completely naked in front of a crew of people, wearing a flesh-colored thing that mashed down my junk, and having to pretend to be into something I’d never be into.
Not that Jennifer was into it, either.
Ah, the joys of acting.
After wearing the damn chastity-like torture device for a few hours, it could get kind of painful.
“Action.”
It was like the millionth take that day. They wanted to film the scene from different angles and all that jazz. Also, there’d been a few times when Tim wanted a bit moreoomphas he’d called it.
Like, dude, I was pretend-banging this chick and putting my all into it. Give me a damn break.
“I never do this,” Jennifer—aka Kelly—said, tucking her curly red hair behind her ear. “But I feel so close to you, Scott.”
“Well, come even closer,” I growled, taking hold of the small of her back and pulling her on top of me. I unclasped her bra, revealing her tits. The cameras were carefully placed so that it wouldn’t show her nipples on screen. “I want you as close as possible.”
We said more of the cheesy dialogue and kissed. I rutted against her, and she moaned. Her boyfriend was on set which only made it even more awkward. But he and I were cool with each other and he knew I had no desire to be with Jennifer. Still uncomfortable as hell, though.
The damn media had irritated all three of us for the past few days. When Kyler and I’d had our disagreement, I hadn’t been my best on set. The paparazzi had caught my few moments of lashing out at someone because I’d been tired and grumpy and then they’d plastered it everywhere that Jennifer and I’d been fighting.
Fucking vultures.
Thankfully, the movie was going to be rated PG-13, so there wasn’t a hardcore sex scene. More like a sexy lead-in with us pulling off each other’s clothes and making out before showing just a little bit of us “having sex” before fading to black. Oh, and there was an ass shot of me. Because of course there would be.
Once “cut” was called, I grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around Jennifer.
“Thanks,” she said, pulling it tighter around her shoulders.
She wasn’t used to being nude in front of a room of people. Yet, anyway. I’d grown used to it over the years since basically every movie I’d ever been in had required me to either have a sex scene or to show my bare ass. Jennifer hadn’t reached that level of comfort yet.
After dressing, I walked over to the craft service table and grabbed a bottle of water. Some of the extras from earlier scenes walked past, giving me thecome fuck-mestare. I rolled my eyes and drank more water.
The only person I was interested in fucking was Kyler.
I checked the time on my phone and gave a disappointed sigh. It was twenty minutes after nine. Filming had run over later than expected. I had one missed call from Kyler—programmed into my contacts asFreckles—plus a text.
Freckles:We still meeting 2nite?
As quickly as I could, I shot back a reply.
Me:Hey. Sorry, filming went later than I thought. I’m still game to meet up if you are. Just give me thirty to get back to the hotel and shower.
We’d end up getting dirty again anyway, but I didn’t want to fuck him after being all over someone else for most of the day. They’d been fake kisses, but kisses nonetheless. It didn’t feel right.
Freckles:Ok cool. I’ll be there.
I hardened at the thought of burying myself in him again.
“Got a hot date tonight?” Jennifer asked as she grabbed a water bottle from the table.
“What? No.” My face heated. “What makes you say that?”
“The smile on your face before I walked up was obvious, D,” she responded. “No one smiles that big at their phone, unless they’re talking to someone they’re into.”
