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  He had to admit Rhys could kiss. Whatever they’d done back at the studios was nothing like this. Patrick heard a moan he belatedly realized was from him, and Rhys reacted by pulling back and nipping on his bottom lip, then kissing him once more. Patrick threaded his fingers back through Rhys’s hair and gave as good as he got, earning himself a moan in response from Rhys.

  He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, kissing, touching, even grinding a little. Finally he broke the kiss and, fighting for breath, looked into Rhys’s eyes. “I… uh… think we can say we’re comfortable kissing each other….”

  Rhys’s grin flashed, and he nodded. “I’d say so.” He nipped at Patrick’s bottom lip again. “And I don’t think I’ll mind at all if Jack’s not happy with part of a scene. I could kiss you all day.”

  Patrick raised his eyebrows. “Rhys?”

  “Hmm?” Rhys replied, playing with the bit of Patrick’s hair that had fallen over his shoulder. “I could. And based on what I’m feeling—” He stopped to grind their hard, denim-clad cocks together. “—I doubt you’ll mind.”

  “Uh….” Patrick paused, because what Rhys was saying was true, even if he didn’t want to admit it. He was hard, and even if he didn’t have feelings for Rhys, like his last encounter with Em, it still felt good. “No, I guess I won’t,” he finally said. As he tried to think of something else to say, he caught sight of the paper with Jack’s notes, and it succeeded in unsticking him. “So, should we, uh, rehearse, then?” he asked. “Or… do you feel we need more, um, practice.” He wasn’t sure he wanted it and didn’t think he could put up with a lot more of that. He was, in fact, plenty scattered as it was, and trying to rehearse anything in his current state was going to be a real challenge, even if it was a sex scene.

  Patrick thought he caught a flash of disappointment in Rhys’s eyes, but it was gone too quickly for him to be sure. Rhys nodded, they stood, and as he did, he was reminded forcibly of Rhys’s height—and the extra six inches the man had on him. He looked up into Rhys’s eyes, but before he could speak, Rhys was kissing him again, arms sliding around him and pulling him in.

  He returned it; he couldn’t seem to do anything else. But Chance’s face flashed again in his mind, and he managed to pull back once more and force himself to speak, trying desperately to get things on track. “Uh, I don’t remember the notes exactly. Perhaps we should consult them?”

  Rhys let him go, and without looking to see the expression on Rhys’s face, Patrick turned, picked up the papers again, and read. “Okay, he does start with kissing, then… geez, did he really list how many times you’re supposed to bite my neck?” He looked up, eyebrows raised.

  Rhys nodded and chuckled. “Yeah, again I wonder if he thinks we’ve never had sex with anyone.”

  Patrick shrugged. “Maybe he just doesn’t think we’ve ever been—” He held up the paper and pointed to a handwritten note in the margin that was underlined three times, in bold writing, and circled twice. “—loving.”

  Rhys snorted. “Right, I think we can handle that.” He shook his head. “Really, if you want to do the general order of the scene, that’s cool, but I think we could focus on just being together, working on Jack’s—” He snickered. “—‘loving’ comment, maybe, and dealing with the little details later.”

  Patrick looked back down at the paper and nodded. “Yeah, okay, I can see that. Well, um, let me just skim the rest…. Kissing, Jack’s ‘biting,’ then we strip each other.” He looked up and noted Rhys had worn a button-down shirt like he did. He’d guessed they’d need to unbutton each other’s tunics during the scene, so he was glad he’d figured that out. “Okay, then….” He kept reading, then stopped and looked up again. “Is he really going to film us sucking each other’s cocks?”

  “I have no idea, but I imagine he at least wants it to look like we are.” Rhys shrugged one shoulder. “I’ve got no problem sucking your cock. What about you?”

  “You don’t?” Patrick’s eyes widened.

  Rhys shook his head. “No.”

  “But… you’re straight.”

  “Guess I’m not as straight as I thought I was,” Rhys murmured, and Patrick could not decipher the look in Rhys’s eyes in that moment. “Do you have a problem with it?”

  Patrick shook his head and went back to the page. “No… I just didn’t sign up for real porn.”

  Rhys gave another half shrug. “Me either. The jump in pay we got was nice, but….”

  “Yeah. It wouldn’t cover that.” He read a little farther, then scowled. “Fuck’s sake, he even lists who’s topping?”

  Rhys snickered. “Yeah. I wonder how much research he had to do on gay sex to be able to put that together.”

  “I don’t think I want to know that. In fact, the phrase ‘gay sex’ should be nowhere near Jack’s name for my sanity.” Patrick skimmed through the rest of the directions while Rhys laughed, and he finally felt like he had a good handle on it. “Okay.” He tossed the paper onto the table and turned back to Rhys, who wasted no time in getting him back into a tight hold. Patrick’s cock, which had gone down a bit with the reading, woke up again when Rhys caught his lips in another kiss.

  Patrick decided if he got himself into Nadir’s mind and focused on the character, it might help him keep himself separate from his role. He could be Nadir and be loving toward Cyrus, then take himself back and not confuse Rhys with Cyrus—he hoped. Nadir was very much in love with Cyrus, whereas he didn’t even want to be in love with Rhys.

  So, he knew his challenge would be to figure out how to make it look like they were in love without letting himself feel more for Rhys than friendship. Their characters had been lovers for years, and the writers had them still trying for any chance they could get to be together. But this would be the first on-screen scene with them succeeding. As he tried to think this through, Chance’s face, yet again, came up, and it helped. He knew who he really wanted, and he focused on Chance as he did what he had to do. He just could not let his emotions get involved with Rhys.

  Rhys deepened the kiss almost as if reading Patrick’s mind, and Patrick struggled with getting lost in the physical. It felt so good to be with someone, and he moaned when Rhys’s hands cupped his ass and squeezed slightly.

  When they broke the kiss, Patrick found himself panting hard, trying to get enough air, made worse when Rhys dove for his neck and bit a path along it. That went straight to his cock and dragged another groan from him. He threaded his fingers through Rhys’s hair, tugging a little and bringing a sound from Rhys’s throat somewhere between a grunt and moan. Rhys responded with a harder nip to Patrick’s neck that caused his cock to harden even more. “Fuck, Rhys!”

  Rhys pulled back, and there was a savage gleam inside the heat in his eyes. Then he kissed Patrick again, this one almost brutal in the need behind it. Any remnant of coherent thought fled, and Patrick pulled back, his hands flying to Rhys’s buttons. He wanted to feel skin against his, needed that kind of touch. He fought with about half of them before giving up and pulling the shirt over Rhys’s head. He moved to run his hands over Rhys’s chest, but Rhys was too busy returning the favor, attacking his shirt too, seemingly as impatient as Patrick. Rhys kicked his shoes off as he worked and then gave up just like Patrick did, tugging the shirt up and tossing it away.

  Patrick paused for just a moment. He’d never considered what it would be like to touch a male chest, not like this. Not even in his fantasies of Chance. He closed his eyes briefly at the thought, wishing once more he was doing this with Chance instead of Rhys. He opened his eyes and ran his hands slowly over the planes and muscles, deciding he very much liked how it felt.

  He glanced up to see Rhys watching him intently. Their gaze held for a long moment, and Patrick swallowed at what he saw in Rhys’s. “Rhys, I…,” he started to say but had no idea what he could or even should say. The last thing he wanted to do was lead Rhys on, make the man think there was more there or the possibility of it, even.

 
But Rhys only gave a quiet “Shh” and started kissing him again. One hand went to Patrick’s ass, the other up into his hair, effectively trapping him against Rhys’s body.

  Patrick had to admit, it felt really good. Skin to skin, hard chest to hard chest, it succeeded in derailing his thoughts. Needing to touch more, he mirrored Rhys’s position and let himself return the heat in the kiss.

  As they did, Rhys danced him backward, and Patrick felt the couch against his legs. They pulled back, and with eyes glued to each other’s, he sat, then lay back, watching as Rhys followed him down. After another thorough kiss to his lips, Rhys tasted Patrick’s neck, then slowly made a path down his chest, and Patrick could do nothing but focus on the set of lips on his skin.

  He watched as Rhys got to his stomach, unable to look away from the mouth tracing his treasure trail. Rhys worked open button and zipper on Patrick’s jeans. Then, eyes fixed to Patrick’s face, he ran his lips over the hard lump under the white cotton.

  Patrick had agonized over that decision when he was dressing earlier. He couldn’t decide if he should wear his normal underwear or something… sexier. But then he reminded himself that this was Rhys and he didn’t want to give the man any ideas and so yanked out a pair of basic white briefs.

  It didn’t seem to matter to Rhys. He barely paid attention to them as he slid his fingers under the elastic waistband and tugged. Patrick lifted himself, unable to look away as Rhys worked them over his hips then down his legs, Patrick’s hard cock springing free and slapping back against his stomach. Rhys sat up long enough to open his own jeans, and Patrick got a glimpse of black cotton before they were off and on the floor.

  Patrick remembered the vision he’d gotten of Rhys in the gym showers. He’d barely looked then, too freaked out by his own reaction. But Rhys’s lean, toned body and the hard dick currently dripping precum made his own length jump. It was slightly longer than his but a little thinner, and Patrick imagined tasting it. The thought was enough to cause the first bits of precum to bead for him too. Before he could look more, however, Rhys was leaning down again, catching Patrick’s lips, and kissing him again. And Patrick felt another naked cock against his for the first time in his life.

  And oh fuck, it felt good.

  He would never have imagined two cocks rubbing each other could be that pleasurable. But it was, and he rocked with Rhys, wanting more. “Holy fuck, that feels good,” he groaned.

  “Hell yes, it does.” Rhys buried his face in Patrick’s neck, and Patrick wondered about it. But before he could figure it out, Rhys dropped a kiss on his skin, then pulled back, caught his lips in another long, deep kiss, and Patrick couldn’t think anymore.

  He ran his hands over Rhys’s back, then up into the curly hair as the kiss drew out while they rocked. When Rhys broke it and started to move away, Patrick caught him. “Let me first,” he murmured.

  Rhys raised his eyebrows but nodded. They shifted so Rhys lay in the spot Patrick had just occupied, and he pulled Patrick in for another kiss. Patrick gave in to it for a long moment before he managed to break it. “You like to kiss, don’t you?” Patrick asked, raising his eyebrows.

  With a grin, Rhys nodded. “Yes. Don’t you?”

  “Well, yeah. I guess I’m just a little surprised. Dunno why,” he added at Rhys’s look.

  “I told you I could kiss you all night. I meant it. Besides, we’re supposed to be ‘loving,’ remember?” As he spoke, Rhys reached up and brushed Patrick’s hair back.

  “Right, I remember.” Patrick considered Rhys’s expression, but when he couldn’t figure it out, he just leaned in and gave Rhys a short kiss before working his way down Rhys’s body. He liked hearing the gasps and moans his nips and licks brought. He teased Rhys’s nipples and loved seeing them harden. And he decided he liked tracing a treasure trail and wondered if Chance would like it too. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Chance under him instead of Rhys for a moment.

  But it wasn’t right and he knew it, regardless of his personal feelings toward Rhys. So he opened them again, looked up at the dark eyes of his friend, and slid slightly farther on the couch until he was even with Rhys’s cock.

  This briefly brought him to a stop. He’d never sucked cock before, and he had to think what to do. Then he thought about what he liked, decided it was a place to start, since Rhys was watching him avidly, and lowered his head, tongue out. He ran it along the length from base to tip, catching precum.

  He hummed, yet again deciding he liked this. He licked again, tracing crown and ridge and collecting all the clear liquid he could. Rhys’s hand went to his head, brushing his hair back, and he looked up to meet Rhys’s eyes again.

  Patrick noted the intense expression and saw Rhys’s nostrils flaring as he breathed hard, all evidence of the effect Patrick had on him. And Patrick loved it, especially when a groan came out that Rhys had obviously been working to keep in. Patrick lifted his head completely, smiling. “I like sound.” Rhys’s eyebrows went up, and Patrick nodded. “Turns me on,” he said, then went back to Rhys’s length.

  Another groan was his answer, louder than any other, and Patrick’s cock twitched hard in response. He opened his mouth and, after a quick glance up at Rhys’s face, leaned in. When his lips closed around the head, Rhys moaned again, even louder, and let “Fuck” slip out. Patrick worked to swallow as much of Rhys as he could.

  He didn’t manage much before he found his gag reflex. His cheeks colored at just how far he had left to go, but Rhys didn’t seem to mind and, in fact, looked to still be fighting with control. Patrick pulled off, sucked lightly at the head, then tried again. He got farther this time and remembered to relax the muscles in his throat. He didn’t think he was going to be able to swallow all of Rhys, so he focused on doing what he could.

  Patrick discovered, when he wasn’t so worried about how much he could take or whether or not he was talented at it, he liked sucking cock. He moaned around Rhys’s dick, losing himself a little in what he was doing. He found he liked everything about it: the musky smell, salty taste, and feel of it against his tongue. He was so lost in it, loving it so much, and was so turned on that he reached down without thinking and started stroking himself. He moaned again, and the hand in his hair tightened a little.

  “Fuck, Patrick!”

  The words brought him back just enough. He let go of his cock and looked up. The sight gave him pause. He didn’t have feelings for Rhys, but seeing his friend’s head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, and face showing nothing but pure pleasure made him feel so good to know he’d given that.

  He turned his attention next to Rhys’s balls, running his tongue over them, fascinated when they tightened. He’d certainly never seen them from that perspective, and he liked the visible clue to Rhys’s reactions. He took one into his mouth and savored the louder sounds coming from Rhys as he sucked gently on it.

  But as he moved to go back to Rhys’s cock, his friend sat up and pulled on him. “My turn. Let me,” Rhys murmured before kissing him.

  Patrick almost didn’t want to let Rhys go. The feel of the body against his again and the taste of the kiss were just so good. He held on for a moment even after Rhys broke the kiss, struggling for air and sanity.

  He looked up into Rhys’s eyes but, yet again, couldn’t read them. There was something buried in the heat, something much deeper, and Patrick had the thought that maybe it was good he couldn’t figure it out. They didn’t speak, and then Rhys kissed him again before slipping out of Patrick’s arms and along his body.

  Rhys wasn’t any better than he was when it came to sucking cock. That made Patrick feel a bit better and a lot less self-conscious. But before he could worry too much, it became apparent that, though Rhys wasn’t all that great, it still felt fucking amazing. His hands went into the curly hair, his eyes glued to Rhys’s lips where they stretched around his dick.

  “Fuck, Rhys, that’s….” He had to swallow to be able to speak. “So good.”

  Rhys’s dark eyes we
re locked to Patrick’s face, and he met the look. He couldn’t have hidden the pleasure on his own face for anything. He saw the gleam in Rhys’s eyes at his words, and he tried to think it through, but any kind of real thought was beyond him. His entire being was focused solely on his cock, on the wonderful things Rhys was doing to it with tongue and lips.

  With all the stimulation, all the kissing, being as off-kilter as he’d been, it was too much. He could feel himself approaching orgasm ludicrously fast. He opened his mouth to say so, to try to stop Rhys or slow the man down, but nothing but a groan came out instead when Rhys managed to take all of him in and swallow around his cock. “Fuck!” The shout was loud, and Patrick unconsciously pulled Rhys’s hair over it. Rhys hummed, the vibrations sending Patrick just far enough. “Fuck, Rhys… gonna… oh fuck, gonna come!”

  But Rhys pulled off then, and Patrick’s cock, denied the climax, jumped in need. He stared up at his friend, trying to gather wits, but before he could say anything, Rhys spoke. “Do you have lube?”

  “End table,” he said without thinking.

  He lay there, struggling for breath and thought, unable to find two working brain cells. His eyes were locked on the ceiling, and he panted hard, trying desperately to find some kind of calm. However, in no time, Rhys was back, Patrick’s cock was swallowed once more, and the bit of sanity he’d found disappeared again. Rhys sucked, and Patrick’s toes curled, digging into the couch. “Nngh… shit….”

  Rhys hummed around his cock again, and then Patrick felt a finger at his ass. It started massaging the muscle, then pushing slowly in. It felt weird and good at the same time.

  But it also brought him back a bit to reality. As good as it felt physically, he now knew he really didn’t want to do that with Rhys. He opened his eyes and looked at the other man, who was still working the finger in and out of him while watching him. Patrick struggled against how good it was, fighting to ignore the pleasure and simply speak.