Gabriel
Time flies when you're having good sex, and I'm struggling to believe that we begin shooting our seventh—seventh!—season of Keeping Up With the Veterinarians tomorrow.
One thing I'm not struggling with?
That'd be taking Seth's massive cock. Despite not seeing each other for two months during the filming break, and not taking anything other than my trusty dildo occasionally in that time, we've slipped back into each other like we always do, as if no time has passed at all.
"How was Warszawa?" I ask as Seth flips me onto my back, controlling my body just the way I like.
He doesn't mind one bit that I'm a talker during sex. And not a dirty talker, mind you. I like chitchatting about anything and everything while he's pounding me down. He's the only guy I've ever been with who isn't bothered by it.
Seth smirks, but his hips don't slow down at all, fucking into me with a ferocity my measly dildo stands no chance against. "I love when you try to say it the Polish way."
"Because my pronunciation is so good?"
He sticks his tongue out, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his gorgeous face. "Sure. We'll go with that."
His hips go into hyperdrive, which has the effect of shutting me up. I grab the pillow and scream into it, my body on fire with pleasure. It's not just that he's got a fat, veiny, and long uncut cock, it's that he knows exactly what to do with it. My hole is getting pulverized.
When I regain my ability to speak, he's successfully fucked wanting to know about his break out of me, so I move on to the next topic.
"How are you feeling about starting filming tomorrow?"
"Fine," he grits out.
"And what about our showmance storyline?"
That slimeball producer, Riff, forced us into agreeing to it on the last day of filming season six.
That stops Seth in his tracks, panting heavily above me, his face flushed from the exertion. "I hate that we're being used."
"Yeah, same. But they did the same thing to Scooter last year," I point out, referring to production hiring a new castmate, Cabot Ledger, so last minute we'd shot all our group promo shots without him.
They gave him the villain edit, and it pushed our good friend and original show villain, Scooter Burns, right out of the show.
The supremely crazy twist? They actually fell in love and are now happily living together on the East Coast.
"It blew then, and it blows now," Seth grumbles.
"Speaking of blowing…" I clench my inner rings around Seth's cock, watching in satisfaction as his eyes fall into the back of his head.
Not to brag, but some guys are just born to bottom.
"I love when you do that," he says, stroking the side of my face with the lightest touch.
I smile back at him, hearing only half the words he just said. The half I want to hear.
I love you.
It's a secret within a secret. The top-layer secret is that Seth and I have been hooking up since we met on the set of the show. The inner-layer secret is that I have been in love with him since very shortly thereafter.
"I know you do," I say, sliding my hands up and down his solid, muscular arms. "Now, back to it please. It's late, and we need to be on set at five tomorrow."
He ignores that brutal reality for a minute, leaning down and giving me a slow, languid kiss.
I float away on a cloud, allowing myself to believe this is more than just a physical arrangement we began seven years ago after getting cast in a brand-new reality TV show following the lives of five vets living and working together in LA.
I'd just come out of a toxic eighteen-month nightmare, and Seth has very valid reasons for staying clear of relationships.
The physical attraction was immediate, and we began hooking up.
I never expected to fall for him. I wasn't in the right headspace for it then, but over time we grew close and became good friends, and Seth is such a great guy that it was impossible not to.
Seth is everything I have ever wanted in a partner. He's kind. Loyal. Funny. Attractive. Loves animals. Intelligent. Hardworking. And he follows his passions.
It's all there except for, you know, one pesky little thing.
Reciprocity.
Yep. I'm sadly cruising down a one-way street at a million miles an hour. I know Seth cares about me and loves me…as a friend. But that's as far as it goes. That's as far as he can go, given his stance on love and relationships.
He starts rocking his hips again, picking up where he left off, bashing his cock into my hole just the way I love. Not more than a minute later, his eyebrows pull together, a tiny grunt escapes out the corner of his mouth, and I know what's going to happen almost before he does it.
"Oh, fuuuuck!" I cry out when he thrusts all the way into me and holds the position.
As much as I'm a sex talker, Seth is a quiet comer. He makes no sound when he comes apart from panting out rapid-fire breaths. The flexing of his abs is the only movement his body makes as the rest of his muscular frame freezes.
Not going to lie, it took me some time to get used to it. But if he can put up with my constant yammering, I can handle this. Over time, I've even grown to like it. It gives me a glimpse of a side of him very few people have ever seen.
With his body still and muscles taut, I run my palms up his smooth, sweaty front until I reach the hair People magazine called the best hair since 'the Rachel' way back in the 1900s.
How People has failed to ever crown him Sexiest Man Alive is a criminal oversight, if you ask me.
In addition to his auburn hair that cascades forward in a stream of messy curls, he's got gorgeous light-brown eyes, a neatly trimmed ginger beard, and an incredible body with broad shoulders, strong arms, and a lean frame.
And after growing up enduring the shitshow that was his parents' completely crazy love life, Seth Moreno is also one of the strongest people I know.
"I missed you during break," I tell him once he pulls out of me.
He latches onto my wrist, lifts my hand to his mouth, and presses a featherlight kiss to each of my knuckles. "I missed you, too."
I stare into his eyes and smile, wishing with every fiber of my being that this was real and not just a friends-with-benefits situation.
But boundaries exist for a reason, and as much as I hate it, I fully intend on respecting Seth's.