Chapter 21 #3
Jack looked relaxed and content. He winked at Mike. “How ironic that you and I don’t get to do a scene, given our history.”
“I’d have thought you’d gotten your fill last night,” Kyler blurted out. He glared at Mike. “You send me packing, but then you fuck him. I saw him sneaking into your room.”
Jesse jerked his head up. “What were you doing in Scott’s room in the first place?” He seemed upset by the revelation.
Mike sighed and shook his head. “And this is exactly what I was talking about last night.” He stared at Kyler.
“For your information—not that it’s any of your business—I didn’t fuck anyone last night.
Correct?” He looked to Jack for confirmation, who nodded, his face tight.
Jack hated confrontation. Mike gazed at Kyler.
“Except now we have the situation where you and I are about to do a scene together. Bravo, Kyler. I’d say not only is the chemistry virtually nonexistent, it’s going to be extremely difficult to make a convincing show that I’ve always wanted you.
So you need to take on board what I said last night and grow the fuck up.
” He got up from the table and glanced at Pete.
“I’ll be upstairs getting ready. Call me when you’re ready to shoot.
” He gave Kyler one last look and then exited the kitchen.
Jack caught up with him outside the bathroom. “Hey, don’t let him get you down.” He leaned close to whisper. “And if you have any difficulties, I’m sure you have some happy place you can go, right?” He chuckled, and the vibration tickled Mike’s ear. Jack kissed his cheek and then stepped back.
Mike smiled. Jack really did know him. “Thanks for that.” He returned Jack’s kiss and then smacked him on the ass.
“And now fuck off and let me go do my thing.” He grinned.
“And tell my scene partner to use the other bathroom, okay? He’s done enough damage this morning.
Don’t let him add to it by disturbing my routine. ”
Jack smiled and disappeared down the hallway. Mike entered the bathroom and leaned against the door.
He really wasn’t sure he could do this for much longer.
Mike pulled off the condom and shuddered, spraying Kyler’s belly with come.
He gripped the back of the couch and held on until his cock had stopped pulsing and the last drop had been squeezed from his slit.
Breathing heavily, he leaned over Kyler and kissed him, stroking his hair and chest. Kyler moved as Pete had directed, until he was lying on top of Mike, eyes closed, apparently sated.
Tony pulled back on the camera, capturing the view of the pair of them, lying peacefully in each other’s arms. He cut to Jesse, standing in the doorway, staring at them and then walking away.
“Perfect.” Pete applauded loudly, and Mike raised his head to see his director beaming. “Nice work, guys. And Kyler? Congratulations on your first scene.”
Kyler grinned. “Thanks, Pete.” He propped himself up on his arms and gazed at Mike, his cheeks flushing. “Thanks, Scott.”
Mike ruffled his hair. “You did good, okay? Just keep in mind my advice.”
“I will. I promise.” Kyler climbed off him, grabbed his towel from a nearby chair, and proceeded to wipe himself down.
“Okay, a ten-minute break for the crew, and then we’ll do scene two an hour from now in the main bedroom. Jesse, Armando, be ready,” Peter called out before going to talk with Tony, the two men peering at the screen on Tony’s camera.
Mike got off the couch and wiped off his and Kyler’s come with a towel.
“Nice to see you in action again,” Jack said with a smile, stepping out of the way as the production crew picked up and moved cameras and studio lights, a buzz of activity around them. “I was trying to remember the last time we filmed together.”
Mike scratched his beard. “Was it early last year? February, maybe?” He beamed. “We were filming for ManFactory, and that new director, oh, what’s her name?”
“Alexa Stephens.”
Mike nodded. “I haven’t worked with her since. Pity. I like her stuff.”
“Well, that’s good to know,” Pete said, looking up. “She’s going to be directing with TopMen too.”
Mike was pleased. It was yet another reason for considering working with the studio again in the future. Alexa’s films had a lovely feel to them, and her scenes were in keeping with TopMen’s aesthetic.
He glanced down at his sticky torso and now limp dick.
“Okay, shower time.” There was the low buzz of a phone vibrating.
Mike shook his head and laughed when he saw it was Pete’s.
“Talk about good timing,” he joked. He’d lost count of how many scenes had been ruined when a ring tone cut through the quiet, or worse still, the moans and groans of the actors.
Pete smiled and mouthed to him to fuck off as he pressed the phone to his ear. “Hey, hi, Michelle. What can I—” The smile died on his face, and his eyes widened while he listened intently. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Christ, I’m sorry that—” Mike was alarmed to see Pete’s face whiten. “He did what?”
By now the living room had filled as everyone stood around, all eyes focused on Pete.
The director’s face was contorted, his brows knitted, nostrils flaring.
“Okay, Michelle. Thanks for the heads-up. I’m on it.
” He disconnected the call and turned to face his cast. “You are not going to fucking believe this! Not content with lambasting me on Twitter, Alex Travis called Michelle, the lovely lady who owns this house, to inform her that porn was being filmed on the premises.” Pete was shaking.
“Fortunately she’s a family friend, and she knows exactly what we’re doing here, so no harm done.
Except that little bastard went further.
He told Michelle he’s contacted the local newspaper and the police to inform them of the same thing, but has also implied heavily that drugs are being used here. ”
“That fucker!” Nico’s face was crimson. “You don’t do shit like this to colleagues—and friends, for fuck’s sake!”
Jack snarled. “That is it. I want nothing more to do with that diva. As far as I’m concerned, he’s just burned his bridges. I mean, what the fuck? Just because he was pissed about a bad experience, he goes and puts his friends in possible legal danger?”
“I think he’s already burned a few bridges with the attacks on Pete on Twitter.” Mike shook his head. “He wasn’t exactly tactful about the last shoot. If word’s gotten around, I wonder if it’s lost him work and he’s decided if he doesn’t work, neither do we.”
“Talk about selfish.” Jesse stared unhappily at them. “This sucks. This really sucks.”
“Look, standing around here discussing Alex is going to solve nothing,” Pete growled out.
“We have much more pressing concerns. For one thing, any minute now the police may be on our doorstep, wanting to search for drugs.” He stared at them, chest heaving.
“There’s nothing for it, guys, but to shut this down, clean up, pack up, and get the fuck out of here.
I for one want to be able to film here again.
” He stared at them all. “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s get moving! ”
That last command proved the catalyst. Everyone began hurrying about the place, packing up and cleaning.
Mike hurried to the bathroom to grab a quick shower before going to his room to pack his things and then get on with the general clear-up.
As he bustled around the house, helping to pack away equipment, he worked hard to keep a lid on his anger.
Alex’s temper tantrum had not only cut into his income, which wasn’t that great a worry, but it also meant that he had no idea where he would be that evening when he was supposed to be calling Tommy.
As far as he was concerned, Alex Travis was persona non grata. And God help him if Mike ever got his hands on him.
No one messed with Mike Scott’s friends.