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  Angelo put a hand on his head, again as the script called for, fingers threading through Patrick’s hair. Patrick reached up, bracing his hands on Angelo’s hips, and leaned in, doing his best to avoid touching Angelo’s cock. He pushed his head forward, stopping just short of actually touching, then pulled back again. He had no idea, exactly, how long it was supposed to go on for, but he had a feeling Jack wanted more than one bob of his head.

  “Cut!”

  Patrick sighed and sat back. “What now?” he asked, irritated.

  Jack stepped forward. “Something doesn’t look quite right.”

  Patrick blinked up at him. He really did not like being naked on his knees in front of Jack. “What doesn’t?”

  Angelo, hand covering his cock, scowled. “What do you mean? From my angle, it looked right.”

  Jack frowned. “From behind it just… I don’t know, didn’t look very convincing. Let’s try that again.”

  He didn’t see the middle finger Patrick shot at him as he walked away.

  Angelo chuckled. “You wouldn’t really want to, would you?”

  Patrick grinned. “No, you’re right.” He sighed and sat back on his heels to wait for the call. When it came, he tried again, sitting up, bracing his hand on Angelo’s hip and then leaning in, all while taking care to keep himself off Angelo’s dick.

  “Cut! That’s it!” Jack said, sounding excited.

  Angelo’s and Patrick’s eyes met, and Patrick had the uncomfortable feeling he knew what was coming. He sighed. “What’s that, Jack?”

  “Your hand placement. It’s too far away. You’d be holding it.”

  Patrick dropped his face into his palm, struggling for calm. “I am not touching his dick for you, Jack.”

  Jack had the grace, at least, to blush. “You don’t actually have to hold it. Just… look like you are.”

  Patrick sighed and nodded, then sat back once more. As annoyed as he was at how much they were having to redo, Patrick was grateful at the same time. His own cock was still plenty soft. At least for now.

  Angelo met his eyes and nodded. Patrick returned it, taking a deep breath, then sat up again. When the calls were made, he moved his hand in, but he knew within seconds there was no way to avoid touching it. “Wait,” he said, sitting up. He held up a finger to Jack, then stood. “There’s no way I can do what he wants and not touch you,” he whispered to Angelo.

  Angelo nodded. “I was just realizing that too. Look… I know how you feel. I’m not really happy about all this either, but with you, I can do this. So, maybe we should just… make it as realistic as possible, and maybe Jack will let us go.”

  Patrick frowned, thinking it through, nodding slowly. As realistic as possible. He wouldn’t actually be fucking Angelo, but if he just gave in and got closer to it, they could probably get through it faster. He turned and motioned to Jack that he was okay, then knelt again. He met Angelo’s eyes, and understanding passed between them.

  When the calls were made again, Patrick lifted his hand and cupped Angelo’s cock. He leaned in and, though he didn’t actually take it into his mouth, he made it a little more obvious that he was right next to it. Angelo’s hand landed on his head, fingers went through his hair, and Patrick felt them tighten a little. He looked up to see Angelo watching him with a very intense look on his face, and Patrick was pretty sure he understood: Angelo was fighting arousal.

  It seemed to be a losing battle. The cock in Patrick’s hand started to harden. Patrick felt a little sorry for Angelo, especially because his own was filling slowly. He forced himself to focus, moved his head a few times, doing his damnedest to make it look good. Angelo sucked in a breath. Patrick watched his eyes close and head fall back—the cue that it was almost over. Patrick noticed Jack was still quiet, and he worked to handle the last little bit perfectly, lest they have to reset again. He was tired of pretending to blow his costar. Despite himself, his mouth bumped Angelo, who moaned over the action and whose dick hardened even more. The whole thing made Patrick’s own cock twitch, which he tried desperately to ignore.

  Thankfully, a few seconds later, Jack cut the scene. “I think that’s good. Next part picks up on the bed.”

  Patrick breathed a sigh of relief and stood when Angelo held a hand out to help him up. Patrick kept his back to Jack as he did and noticed Angelo was doing the same. Both of them kept a hand over their partially erect cocks as they moved over to the bed.

  The covers and silks were rumpled, and Patrick moved them around as he got into place. This part was the biggest piece he’d been dreading, and even more so now that his cock wasn’t even covered, adding that layer to help keep it from feeling too good. The portion would start out with Patrick straddling Angelo while he was sitting up. Patrick was fairly certain a position like that wasn’t likely to work very well in the real world for anal sex. Or, if it did, it wouldn’t do very much. But this was Hollywood, and he knew it wasn’t about what really worked. It was more about what looked good. It certainly would show the emotional aspect of the scene.

  And before he was even completely settled on Angelo, his cock got caught between them and hardened the rest of the way. He knew his face was red, but when Angelo worked to adjust himself and get his own length settled, some of the color faded. Because there were only two places Angelo’s cock could go: between them along Patrick’s dick or under Patrick where it would end up brushing his balls, taint, and anus.

  “Uh,” Angelo muttered, then sighed. “It wasn’t this awkward with Sebastian,” he whispered, shaking his head. “But it was a different kind of scene too. Not nearly as naked or obvious.”

  Patrick nodded. “Yeah. Uh… what’s more comfortable for you?”

  Angelo frowned, thinking it over. “I guess between us. At least it’s not as visible.”

  With another nod, Patrick resettled himself, though it was exceedingly difficult. With Angelo’s cock next to his, he could feel the arousal building already. He closed his eyes and tried to think through this. But what Angelo said during the last part held true: the more realistic they could make it, the faster it would end. So he pulled Nadir out, got firmly into his character’s head, and worked to remember Nadir was falling for Bathasar and wanted to do this.

  He opened his eyes and put his hands in place—one on Angelo’s shoulder, the other with its fingers threading through Angelo’s long black hair. When the first call came out, Angelo leaned in. They hovered just a tiny bit apart, waiting for Jack. Finally, they heard “Action” and they closed the distance, kissing again.

  Angelo’s hands cupped Patrick’s ass and pulled him up. Their cocks started rubbing, and caught between their bodies, the friction was way too good. Arousal exploded in Patrick, and he kissed Angelo thoroughly, his hand tightening in Angelo’s hair. When Angelo’s hands pulled on him again, he realized what he was doing, but Angelo seemed as lost as he was.

  And Jack hadn’t cut the scene.

  It took everything in him to remember what he was supposed to do and start to move as if he was riding a cock. Angelo helped him, lifting him slightly and bringing him back down again. They rocked their hips together, which only made the arousal worse.

  They pulled back, panting hard after the kiss, and Patrick groaned. Though it was unscripted, Jack let this go too. They dove in again, kissing even harder as Patrick moved. Angelo’s arms shifted, wrapping around him and holding him tighter as the rocking got faster. Patrick got a little lost in what was happening, the arousal taking over, the rest of the set falling away.

  He was forcibly pulled back when Jack spoke. “Good, good. Lay him back.”

  It wasn’t the dash of cold water Patrick would have liked it to be. It was enough to bring him back so he could remember what he was doing, at least. He smiled up at Angelo when he fell backward onto the bed. Then Angelo moved in again, settled between Patrick’s spread legs, and surreptitiously adjusted his cock so it would appear to be in the right “place.” Unfortunately, this meant it was now along Patr
ick’s ass, brushing his entrance and making Patrick, for the briefest of moments, wish it wasn’t an act.

  That was enough to wake him up more. He didn’t want to fuck Angelo. He held himself carefully, though, eyes locked to Angelo’s, keeping the expression on his face what it should be, confirmed when Jack started talking again.

  “Good, yes. Kiss again, let’s keep this going.”

  Angelo leaned in, their lips met, and Patrick thought he felt hesitation from Angelo. He put his hand back in Angelo’s hair as he was supposed to, lifted his legs and wrapped them up around Angelo’s waist. When they broke apart, Angelo turned to nuzzle Patrick’s ear. It wasn’t scripted, but Jack seemed to think it still worked, so the scene kept going. Angelo whispered to him. “Are you okay?”

  Patrick tightened his fingers in Angelo’s hair and did his best to give an affirmative moan. Angelo seemed to accept that, because he started moving, lifting himself back up to look down at Patrick. Patrick let his hand slide along Angelo’s arm and gripped it, the other one going up to the headboard to grip a slat. He rocked his hips, matching Angelo’s thrusts, and the feel of the cock sliding along his ass was making him crazy. It felt good, and with the quiet set—even Jack wasn’t speaking at the moment—it was only making the arousal much worse.

  He was grateful, at least, that his cock was being left alone. He’d managed to forget its hardness was out for all and sundry to see until that moment, but with everything else, he couldn’t quite care as much as he thought he would. He was just too distracted, too focused on what was going on. In fact, the next few thrusts felt so good, they caused Patrick to groan. This was apparently enough to spur Jack into moving the scene forward, which Patrick appreciated.

  “Good. Last position,” Jack said.

  Angelo stopped and sat up, pulling Patrick with him. Patrick remembered the basic description in the sides and turned his back to Angelo, who was up on his knees. Once more straddling Angelo’s legs, Patrick settled back into place. He adjusted the sheet so it was over one leg and covering his cock, hoping Jack would leave it. When he was done, he realized this time Angelo’s dick was between his asscheeks, and Patrick bit almost brutally at his lip because it just felt good.

  And again, he didn’t want this. He thought again how he wished it were Chance there, not Angelo. And unlike the last time he thought that, when he’d been “rehearsing” with Rhys, it didn’t hurt Angelo to think this. Patrick closed his eyes and struggled with himself.

  Angelo wrapped both arms around Patrick and whispered into his ear as they waited for Jack and Bob to be ready. “How are you doing?”

  Patrick sucked in a breath, trying to calm himself just a little. “Fucking aroused,” he said without thinking.

  Angelo chuckled. “That makes two of us. I have to admit you feel good. With any luck, this’ll be over soon.”

  “God, I hope so. I mean… not that I mind you, necessarily, but….”

  “No, I got ya,” Angelo said.

  “At least he’s not making you touch my dick,” Patrick muttered.

  “Yeah,” Angelo agreed.

  Patrick frowned. “I’m sorry. Uh… is there a better place for yours?”

  “Not really. Whether it’s there or between us, it’s just as bad. If you end up with a mess on you… I’m sorry.”

  Patrick nodded. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I’ll, uh, just be flattered.”

  Angelo laughed quietly. “Good.”

  “Okay!” Jack called, approaching them. He paused and frowned at the setup. Patrick held his breath, sure he knew what the problem was. “I’m not sure that’s right.” He backed up, tilted his head, and shook it. “No, no, that can’t stay.” He yanked the sheet away, and Patrick tried very hard not to blush. His cock was rock hard, red, and dripping precum at this point. Fortunately, Jack was too focused on the rest of the scene. “Better. Now, Angelo, let’s see, this arm needs to be around Patrick.” Jack took Angelo’s left arm and placed it around Patrick’s body, along his chest and up to his shoulder. “Okay, good. The other one should come around his right side and, uh, should be near his, well, between his legs.”

  “You want me to look like I’m stroking his cock?” Angelo asked.

  Patrick had to try really hard to keep from laughing at the red face Jack now sported. Jack sputtered a little but couldn’t seem to answer. Patrick shook his head. “You’re going to have to get more comfortable directing sex, dude.”

  Jack sighed. “Yeah, right. Yes, that’s what it should look like.”

  “Not with the sheet off,” Patrick said, gathering his courage. “Look, and this isn’t just me. The FCC isn’t gonna let you put hard dick on the screen, man.”

  Jack frowned. “Well….”

  “Look, put the sheet over my hand,” Angelo suggested. “It’ll still look like I am, but they won’t see anything, and it’ll be plenty obvious what’s going on.”

  Jack nodded slowly. “Okay, fine,” he finally said grudgingly. After some maneuvering with the sheet—which Patrick was grateful for because he’d started to calm down a bit—everything important was covered. Jack stepped back and tilted his head. “Move your hand a little,” he said, and Angelo obliged.

  Almost immediately Patrick saw the problem. If Angelo’s hand was far enough away from Patrick to not touch his cock, it would look like he either had a monster cock—possible but unlikely—or it would look really fake. Patrick sighed and dropped his head. He looked up to see Jack had moved and was obviously thinking it through from different angles, but Patrick knew it wasn’t going to work. “Just do it,” he muttered to Angelo.

  “Are… are you sure? Will you… uh… be okay?” Angelo asked.

  Patrick shrugged a shoulder. “I may as well give in to the fact that this is, whether we like it or not—whether he’ll admit it or not—soft-core porn. If you’re okay with it, just do it.”

  “Will it, uh, will you….”

  “There will very likely be a mess here for George to clean up. He can bitch to Jack about it. Are… are you okay with that?”

  Angelo actually hugged him. “Yeah, I can handle it. I’m sorry.”

  Patrick sighed. “I should have just realized this is how it would go from the beginning.”

  “Well, look at it this way, after this—we’ll either be really awkward around each other….”

  “Or really good friends. I think we can handle the latter.”

  “Me too.” Angelo hugged Patrick again, and they both looked up as Jack approached.

  “I’m just not—”

  Patrick held up a hand. “How about this, just start rolling and let us handle this part. I think we can get you what you need.”

  Jack raised his eyebrows. “You do?”

  “Yeah. Trust us with this one, okay? You and Bob just take care of the rest.”

  “Okay,” Jack said slowly. “We’ll try it this way once.”

  Patrick refrained from rolling his eyes at Jack and instead got his own arms in place. The left one went back to grip Angelo’s hip, and the right one reached behind his head to grip Angelo’s hair again. He turned his face slightly toward Angelo’s. While Jack was retreating to beside the camera, Patrick closed his eyes, pulled Nadir back into the forefront, and took a deep breath.

  “Ready?” Angelo whispered.

  “Yeah,” Patrick replied. They waited, and a moment later the calls were made.

  The second Patrick started moving, he knew what was going to happen. No matter what he did, how hard he’d try, it was going to happen. Especially when Angelo muttered into Patrick’s ear, “Fuck, that’s good.”

  Patrick groaned, grateful they were at the part where sound didn’t matter. Angelo did his best to keep his hand loose, but every bump, every brush of skin on Patrick’s cock, felt amazing, and Patrick did everything conceivable to fight the pleasure. He let his head fall back onto Angelo’s shoulder, and he turned his face to rest it against Angelo’s. Angelo caught his lips in a kiss, but it was sh
ort with the position.

  Patrick’s eyes slid closed, his hand gripped Angelo’s hip hard, and he was pretty sure he could feel the fight going on in Angelo. His balls were starting to tighten, and he knew he wouldn’t have much longer to go. He turned his head again and murmured, “Close.”

  “Me too,” Angelo replied in stilted tones.

  Patrick flexed his ass muscles a little, settling himself more firmly onto Angelo’s cock, then started rocking a little more, a little faster, making his movements more obvious, all in an attempt to make it look as good as he could. He was about 99 percent sure they had one chance to get this right.

  He was rewarded with more labored breathing from Angelo, the hand on his shoulder tightening, and the one on his cock moving faster, finally tightening to a real hold. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Angelo….”

  “Yes,” Angelo hissed, stroking Patrick a little faster.

  Then Patrick was gritting his teeth, and his eyes were squeezed shut as his orgasm hit. But the only thing in his head when it was happening, the only thing he could think was I’m sorry, Chance, as he coated the sheet under him in his cum.

  A few seconds behind him, he heard Angelo grunt and felt the hot liquid splash his legs. Angelo hugged him hard, body shaking through the climax.

  When he calmed down, neither of them was able to hold themselves up. In some vague part of Patrick’s mushy brain, he realized Jack hadn’t cut the scene yet. Which meant it was still going. Patrick pulled himself together enough to turn in Angelo’s arms, bury his face in Angelo’s neck, and settle in. Angelo pulled the sheet over them, kissed the top of his head, and Patrick looked up. Their lips met in the last kiss of the scene, and a few seconds later, Jack called, “Cut!”

  Patrick and Angelo parted, and Patrick fell back, staring up into the darkness. He felt… like complete shit. He knew Chance was watching, knew his lover would know what he’d just done, and he didn’t know what he could do about it.