Mike fought hard not to growl at the mention of his name. “Can we talk about something else?” he said through gritted teeth.
Seb peered at him. “Yeah, I can understand why you’re pissed. I would be too, if I had someone speak to me the way he did to you.” He shook his head. “But it’s not you, you know that, right? He’s like that with everyone he does a scene with.” Seb scowled. “Little bastard’s just plain rude, if you ask me.”
Mike groaned. “Seb, I’m trying to get into the right mind-set for this, and sorry, dude, but you’re not helping.”
Seb flushed. “Aw, sorry, Scott. I’ll leave you alone, okay? See you in a few.” He rose to his feet quickly and left Mike on the couch. Mike closed his eyes.
Just think of something else.Anything.
It was always frustrating as hell when Mike had to film a scene with a guy with whom there was no chemistry. He really had to work hard at the pretense, and that was fine when he was going through the mechanics of fucking. Mike could light up his eyes, kiss, smile, like there reallywaspassion between them. The one thing that was impossible to fake, however, was the cum shot. He had to get it right, and it had to be good. And when the chemistry wasn’t there, it became so much harder to do it well. Mike had his rituals for when this happened, that inner room in the back of his head where he kept a catalog of his happy places—moments with exes, moments where the sex had been damn good—and he simply rolled his head back into them and relived them. It was a repertoire that worked for him. The funny thingwas, he could watch the scene later and recall instantly what had been on his mind when he’d come.
His fingers touched the wide base of the dildo, and he pulled it out a ways before pushing it firmly into him. The thought rose, unbidden.I wonder how Tommy would feel about some toys.
Andtherewas his good mood. Mike kept his eyes closed, preferring the view in his head. Tommy, a nice fat dildo plugging him while Mike fed him his dick, slick with Tommy’s spit, dripping with it.
Except the picture didn’t stay that way.
Suddenly in his head was Tommy sitting next to him on his couch at home, head resting against the cushions while Mike kissed him, slowly and thoroughly. Tommy in Mike’s bed, all warm and sleepy, hands soft on Mike’s back, his nape, his ass. Tommy in the shower, staring down at Mike as he sucked Tommy off, hot water hitting Tommy’s shoulders and falling over Mike in fine droplets, Tommy’s dick hard and hot in his mouth….
“Scott, we’re ready to continue.”
The voice of reality intruded, dispelling Mike’s pleasant recollections. He opened his eyes with a sigh and pulled the dildo free of his body. Once he’d wiped it on his towel, Mike dropped it into his bag and heaved himself up off the couch and back over to the set. Chad was already there kneeling on the bed, that arrogant cock pointing straight up. Chad tapped his fingers against his thigh, his lips pursed.
“C’mon, let’s do this, okay? I got plans for later.”
Mike gave Chad his politest smile. “Well, thisiswhat they pay you for, isn’t it?” Not that he wanted to spend more time on the scene than was necessary. He climbed onto the bed and got on his hands and knees, ready for Chad’s dick. Seb was back, camera poised.
He felt the mattress dip as Chad positioned himself at Mike’s ass. “You ready for my cock?” Chad said in a low voice, his hands on Mike’s cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal his hole.
“Anytime you’re ready.” Mike kept his tone even.
“When you two are done,” Tony said dryly. They started with Chad rocking his hips and rubbing his dick over Mike’s hole, Mike making low moans for the camera.
Chad curved his slim body over Mike’s, cock pressed firmly between his cheeks. “Gonna open up that boy pussy for me?” Chad rocked faster, his slick, bare dick sliding through Mike’s crack. “You like havin’ a dick up your ass, don’tcha?” He straightened and slapped Mike’s ass, the sound as loud as a crack in the quiet studio. Mike gasped, and Chad laughed. “Yeah, you like it rough, don’tcha?” He did it again, only harder this time.
Mike snorted. Chad hadnoidea. Mike doubted the little turd had even so much aspeekedat a website like Bound Gods. He might’ve had a shock. Mike had lost count of how many times he’d filmed for them. He wanted to laugh out loud at the notion that a mere slap was rough.Fucking little know-it-all kid….
There was a lull in the proceedings while Chad gloved up, and then he was demanding entrance, pushing insistently at Mike’s pucker until he was all the way inside. “Big enough for ya?” he said with a cackle.
Mike bit back his moan. He wasn’t about to give Chad the satisfaction. Then he caught Tony’s signal.Shit….He had a job to do. Chad might be an unprofessional little shit, but Mike most definitely was not. On cue, Mike dropped his chest to the mattress and let out a groan. “Fuck, your dick is huge.”
“You know it,” Chad crowed, withdrawing until just the head of his cock was inside him, then powerfully shoving back into him. He sped up his thrusts, hips starting to piston. “You gonna be my bitch? Huh?” Chad cackled once more, thrusting into himwith long, deep strokes. “Yeah, youlikebeing my bitch.” He slapped Mike on the ass, and it stung. “C’mon then, bitch. Back up onto my cock like you want it.”
Mike pushed back, fucking himself on that thick shaft. Then he was shoving back, impaling himself on it, his breathing rapid while he worked his cock.
“Yeah, look at this big ol’ bear.” Chad’s voice was gleeful. “Bet you thought you’d be fuckingmytight little ass, huh?” He snorted. “That right? You think about fucking me? Yeah, right, like I’d let some big ol’ queer put his dick upmyass.”
“Break!” Mike yelled. Without waiting for confirmation from Tony, he moved forward, feeling Chad slide out of him, hot and slick. Mike was off the bed and striding away from it, breathing heavily, fists clenched tight. By the time Tony reached him, he had his rage down to a simmering point.
“Scott, what are you playing at?”
Mike gaped at his director. “What amIplaying at? Did you not hear that little bastard? Who the fuck does he think he is, Jeff Stryker or something?”
“Aw, come on,” Tony said softly, moving closer.
“Come on, nothing.” Mike stared at him. “It was bad enough before we started filming. I got the feeling we were all taking up his precious time, he was so disinterested. There was me, coming up with suggestions for the scene, and there was him, not giving a fuck.” He scrubbed his hand across his beard. “But all that crap? Why the fuck should I have to put up with that?”
“Just bear with it, okay?” Tony pleaded. “You know that once the sound editor gets finished with it, not one word of it will end up in the final version. Please, Scott.” He laid a hand on Mike’s arm. “Let’s just get it done, all right?”
