Jace
This week we filmed the scenes we rehearsed at the cabin and they were just as explosive as the first time we ran lines together.
I swear Pierre went from some taut, stiff frenchman to a giddy teenager with the amount of chemistry he’s been able to catch on film with us. He even added some additional scenes that weren't in the original script because he said, ‘he just had to’.
We finished all of the hotel and tour scenes with the other women.
Now we’re filming the first time that Ryan and James hook up by themselves.
This is after he kissed the life out of me against a wall—when Ryan knew that James was falling for him—and after our mutual jerk off scene.
The same one from the cabin that started all the media drama.
I refrained from coming in my pants this time, but it’s only because I’ve been pleasing myself everyday before I get on set. Relieving all the built up sexual tension from the back-to-back intimacy scenes.
Now I’m trying to psych myself up for the first sex scene between the two of them. Lennox tops me. I mean, Ryan tops James.
Although, I don’t think I’d mind that in real life.
Every time we have a scene together I’m one step closer to realizing that I have probably never been attracted to women.
At least, not like I am with Lennox. I hate admitting that and I try to talk myself out of it anytime it crosses my mind, but lately, it’s impossible.
The realization that I might be gay, and not just curious about it, scares the shit out of me.
“You good today, Moose?”
I smirk at the nickname as he hands me a bottle of water.
I nod. “Last day of filming until we head to Vegas.”
“I know, most of the fun bit is over,” he replies.
“You said you were nervous for those bits,” I say with a mocking posh accent.
“I was, until after the first scene when you blew my fucking mind.” He wiggles his brows at me as he wraps his lips—the ones I’ve grown attached to kissing on set—around the tip of his water bottle.
The thought of him wrapping them around my cock flashes through my head and I swallow, clearing my throat as I urgently stand up.
Thankfully, Wren walks up and starts talking to us about the scene as she usually does before each new one.
“The camera will be aimed at a forty-five degree angle at the two of you. Lennox, you’ll be bent over Jace from the side of the bed.
We’ll only be able to see Jace’s face and your upper body.
When I call out ‘scene 2’ Pierre will continue recording.
So Jace, when you flip onto your back, do so without bringing your hips over the bed so you don’t flash the camera.
Then push yourself onto the bed at the same time Lennox pushes up so your hips are flush the entire time. ”
“Makes sense.” I nod and look over to Lennox, nodding as he agrees with me.
“Remember, this scene is powerful. It’s the first time James gives into Ryan and Ryan asserts his need and dominance for James. There’s a desperation they finally show for each other and it’s full of passion and lust and desire.”
I’ve come to realize why Wren Sasaki is one of the most sought out intimacy coordinators in the film industry. She’s so good with angles and visuals, but every time we’ve had a scene she gives us a feeling to search for. A pep talk to prepare us.
Not all actors respond to that but both Lennox and I do, and it’s been imperative in bringing out the chemistry between us.
“Thanks, Wren. We won’t let you down.”
“You haven’t yet and I doubt the two of you ever could.” She smiles, leaving us to undress and get onto set.
“Is this what you’ve wanted?” Lennox’s American accent heaves through a longwinded breath as he pounds into me.
I nod quickly, unable to form words.
“I need to hear your words, James. Tell me.” He wraps a hand around my jaw, pressing two fingers into my mouth, turning my neck toward him.
He was supposed to grip my cheeks and pull me toward him, not use his fingers as a mouth hook, but I fucking love it, so the scripted answer is easy.
A muffled, “Yes,” falls from my lips as I whimper and beg for more.
The camera is exactly where Wren said it would be, so I angle further over my shoulder, glancing back at Lennox, taking in all his facial expressions as he rolls his hips into my ass with a precision that he’s somehow mastered.
“Scene 2,” Wren calls out and I turn my entire body to face him before lifting myself on the bed. Lennox crushes his lips to mine, expertly minimizing the space between us so he can hide our privacy socks from the camera.
“Zooming in,” Pierre states and I sit up with my back to the lens, covering both of us while Lennox rhythmically jerks his body against mine.
My eyes widen and breath quickens as my dick grows harder and harder with the pace and tempo of Lennox’s hips rolling into me, and the mental vision of what this would be like if it were real.
“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath but it was loud enough for camera, and Lennox, to hear as he glances down between us.
He grabs my hips, pulling me flush against him and I can feel his erection, too. My privacy sock expands, growing with my thickening cock knowing this is turning him on, too. I wrap my palms at his waist, attempting to control something. Anything.
Then he kisses me again, that soft, pliable tongue massaging mine and I groan into this mouth.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” I confess between kisses, going completely fucking off script yet again.
“The same thing you’re doing to me.” He has no shame in his answer back as he wraps his fingers around my throat.
I’m still facing away from the camera, so the only thing you can see is the back of my head and his lust-filled gaze and feral expression.
He tightens his grasp around the soft flesh of my neck and my cock starts to throb.
My mouth drops open and I choke on my own breath.
I can’t stop it.
Fuck. I can’t stop.
My brows pinch together and I moan out a heavy grunt as the back of his cock rubs against mine as it pulses uncontrollably. He peers down in between us and I know he can feel it before he sees the fabric darken.
The warmth of my cum fills my sock as I quietly grunt and groan through my orgasm.
He looks back at me, his eyes pooling even darker as he continues his pace, not breaking the scene.
Thank god the camera is not on my face because there’s no way anyone would think the expressions I made were fake, but now, I’m stuck with a cum filled sock and I have no way out of this.
Lennox grabs my neck, pulls my forehead to his, and kisses me softly. Then his fingers weave into the back of my hair and he yanks my face up to meet his.
“I want this. I want us. Don’t make me fucking beg for it.” He screws up his face as he groans through a fake orgasm, but I can’t help but wonder what it would look like if we were this close and it wasn’t.
He slows his pace, resting his head on my chest, then stops all together.
“Pause,” he says breathlessly, loud enough for the entire crew to hear and they immediately cut. “I need water and a towel please.” He hunches over me, hiding my lower half as a crew member hands him a towel.
He wipes the light sheen of sweat off his face, then pulls it around to the back of his neck, before dropping the towel in between us, directly on my lap.
He snags the water bottle from the crew member, then winks at me as he takes a sip.
“Did you get it, Pierre?” he calls out.
A thumbs up appears from behind the camera as he watches a playback and Lennox asks for our robes.
I’m thankful but silent as he hands me mine and I’m able to stand, wrapping it around myself without anyone noticing anything. The embarrassment is settling in so I manage a grateful, tight-lipped smile at Lennox before I walk off set and back to my trailer.
I quickly jump in the shower, letting the scalding hot water run over my skin.
There are so many sensations rushing through me right now.
Confusion at my body's response to him in public, in front of other people.
Grateful that he got me out of what could have been the most mortifying moment of my life.
Relief and sadness that this part of filming is over.
Even though we still have one more month, there aren’t as many intimate scenes and I don’t want this part to end.
It’s been a bit of a cover for me to be able to act out our scenes, the same way I want to act with him in real life.
I don’t want the feeling of wanting Lennox to go away.
There’s an undeniable connection between us. I don’t understand what it’s grown into but after what just happened and how he protected me, I’m feeling more curious than scared by it.
I think about him back in his trailer. Is he just as needy now as he was earlier when his hard cock rubbed against the back of mine?
Is he desperately touching himself?
Is he thinking of me?
“Fuck it.” I slam down the faucet handle, turning off the water. I dry off then tug on my joggers and a shirt and head to his trailer.
It’s the first time I feel brave enough to ask for what I want and I’m doing it. Now.