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Zee let himself into the hotel room he shared with Saint and was relieved to find that the room was empty. He could hear the shower running in the bathroom.
He and Saint were stuck at the hip these days and usually had dinner together after shooting but Zee had needed some distance today. He chose to get dinner with some of the crew instead that night and had delayed returning to their hotel room as much as possible.
He hated himself for doing it because Saint hadn’t done anything wrong. It was him. They had been filming the love scene for the last episode after Fighter and Tutor made up today and Zee had gotten hard during the scene.
Thankfully no one had seemed to notice, not even Saint, but to Zee it was a big deal. Sure he was a big flirt and he enjoyed flirting with Saint a lot, but in his own mind he still had thought he was straight. Recently though, he had become less and less confident about that fact and now it was starting to affect his work.
Saint emerged a few moments later from the shower wearing only thin pyjama shorts and running a towel through his still dripping hair.
It was moments like this that only added to his problem. They had made the actors share rooms in their couple pairs to build closeness and chemistry but it was making Zee lose his mind.
“Hey” Zee greeted Saint, and Saint smiled wide in reply.
“P’Zee, you’re back!” he replied.
Zee nodded, suddenly feeling too shy to look at him. He kept his earphones in and continued scrolling through his phone. He had never felt anything but comfortable around Saint, maybe even too much, but for the first time he felt tense around him. He was doing his best to ignore it and hopefully Saint wouldn’t be able to tell that something was wrong.
When Saint slid onto the bed next to where he was lying a while later, it was clear that his plan to act like nothing was wrong wasn’t working. Thankfully Saint had put on a t-shirt before approaching him.
“P’Zee” he said softly.
He took out his ear phones and met his eyes. “Hmm”
Saint’s eyes were soft. “Are you okay?”
Damn him for being so perceptive. Zee sat up on his bed to face Saint properly. “Yeah, of course” He felt bad for making the other worried.
There was a moment of silence and Zee had to break eye contact.
“It’s normal you know”
He felt his heart sink “What is?”
“You know” Saint cleared his throat, getting shy “Getting excited by a love scene”
Zee flopped back on the bed and brought the pillow over his face. “Oh my god”
Saint laughed, fighting with Zee to pull the pillow away. “Seriously there’s kissing and touching everywhere, it’s normal for your body to get confused and it doesn’t mean anything. It happens all the time.”
They play fought a little more and Zee finally let Saint pull the pillow away. “It’s happened to you?”
“Not me, but another person I worked with and he’s straight too.”
It didn’t make Zee feel much better but he appreciated the effort. “Thanks”
“Don’t be weird because of this anymore okay?” Saint whined, poking Zee sharply in his side.
He laughed and batted him away. “Okay okay I promise”
“Did it happen because I was rough with you?”
Zee choked “what?”
“During the scene” he explained “Do you like that? Someone else being in charge?”
Zee felt his mouth go dry. He wanted to change the subject or to say no because he’s had plenty of sex and that hadn’t been a huge kink for him before, but instead the truth came out. “I don’t know”
Saint looked away shyly and folded his legs underneath him.
Zee was suddenly hyper aware of their close proximity and the hammering of his heart. “Do it again and we can find out”
“P’Zee!” Saint flushed “Don’t joke”
His eyes fell to Saint’s mouth. He’d kissed that mouth for hours just earlier today but it was still all he could think about. He closed the distance between them. “I’m not joking”
Their lips brushed and then Zee brought them together and they were kissing.
Kissing Saint off camera was a million times better than on camera. His lips were just as soft and he made the same sounds but this time Zee didn’t have to think about camera angles and lines and people watching them. Most importantly he could touch Saint exactly the way he wanted.
He slipped his hands under Saint’s shirt, caressing his lower back and moaned as the other man pulled at his bottom lip.
Saint pulled away and Zee couldn’t help but lean forward to follow. “Are you sure about this?”
Zee kissed at the corner of Saint’s mouth and then his cheek. “Yes, I’m sure.” He leant forward so that their forehead’s were touching, breathing heavily. “Please”
Saint nodded and they were kissing again. Suddenly Saint pushed him firmly they were falling backwards, Zee lying down with Saint above him.
Saint kissed along Zee’s jaw to his ear and he moaned.
Moving away, Saint removed his shirt before helping to take off Zee’s in a rush. Zee leant up to kiss a newly exposed shoulder, sucking and scraping his teeth against the pale skin.
Saint threaded a hand in his hair and pulled roughly making the older man moan loudly.
“No marks”
“Fuck” He had never felt so desperate in his life, he was getting hard and they had barely even started. He bucked his hips as Saint continued to pull at his hair, his cock rubbing pleasurably against Saint’s in his lap who was just as hard.
He flipped them over so that the other man was underneath him, running a hand up his thigh and underneath his shorts to brush against his hardness. Feeling the effect he had on Saint filled him with so much pleasure. “Saint, baby, is this okay?” He searched his face for any sign of hesitation.
Saint’s eyes were full of heat, the look of want that he had come to be familiar with during filming and had driven him crazy countless times. Except this time it wasn’t for the camera’s, or for Fighter, it was for Zee.
“Yes, I want you” He leant up to kiss him again and it was like something out of a dream. “Do you want to, you know.... inside me?”
He froze. “Do you want to?
When Saint nodded Zee groaned. “You’re going to kill me”
He grinned and started pulling at Zee’s tracksuit pants. “Do you have protection?”
“Bedside drawer” He answered pulling his pants and underwear down his legs.
“Get it”
He moved to his bedside drawer and quickly found the box, thanking his past self for being so well prepared, and watched as Saint scooted away and slipped off the bed.
With his back turned Saint slipped his shorts and underwear off and walked over to his side of the room.
Zee stared heatedly as so much pale skin was revealed, from Saint’s broad shoulders, to small waist, firm ass, long legs. He couldn’t wait to kiss every inch of him.
Saint grabbed lube from his suitcase and rushed back to the bed. As he crawled up to him from the foot of the bed, Zee couldn’t help but think that even his dick was pretty.
Saint too seemed to be excited by Zee’s naked body. He settled between his thighs and ran his hands over Zee’s chest, rubbing teasingly over his nipples and pecs before moving down and taking his cock in hand.
His hand moved over him lightly and Zee didn’t know where to look, at Saint’s hand around him or Saint’s face where he was looking at Zee’s cock hungrily. When Saint bent down and put his mouth on him, he had shut his eyes tightly for fear of coming too soon.
Zee was fixated on Saint’s lips, he stared at them all the time and to see them around him, he couldn’t take it.
“Fuck” Saint was good at this. He licked the tip and then took Zee into his mouth in an easy motion. He slid his mouth up and down and used his hand to follow his movements. Saint moaned around him and Zee slid a hand into his hair.
Batting his hands away, Saint pulled away. “No touching”
“Please” he whined.
“No” Saint moved to sit on Zee’s thighs again. He grabbed the older mans hands and pushed them over his head. “Keep them there” He brought his hand to circle Zee’s neck, rubbing against throat and Zee nodded suddenly breathless. “Good”
He could only watch as Saint grabbed the lube and emptied some onto his fingers before moving his hand behind himself.
“I haven’t done this in a while but I’ve thought about it a lot. How you would feel in me”
“Saint” Zee choked.
“Do you think about me?” his eyes were heavy lidded.
“All the time, can’t stop thinking about you”
Saint bent down to kiss him and Zee moaned when he felt his tongue in his mouth. He kissed down Zee’s neck and abs and it took everything in him not to move. He was panting now.
Saint added more lube to his hand and circled Zee’s cock. “We have to be quiet” he said as he moved to position it at his entrance.
The hotel was a nice one but the walls were pretty thin and Jimmy and Tommy were right next door.
“Yeah” he breathed distractedly, more focused on the way Saint was inching down and the incredible tightness of him. Once he was fully seated Saint rested his hands on Zee’s chest.
“Big” He wriggled and clenched around him and Zee couldn’t take it.
He lifted up to kiss Saint’s mouth. “You’re so tight”
Saint pulled back before he could kiss him. “Lay down P’Zee” He pushed him down again and pinched his nipple.
Zee laid back with a groan and could only watch helplessly as Saint started to ride him. His hands grabbed at the bedding in an effort not to move or come too early but he could feel that he wasn’t going to last too much longer.
He couldn’t believe it, Zee was a 27 year old man with a healthy sex life and several relationships in the past, and yet Saint, 21 and with much less experience was able to easily reduce him to a moaning mess.
“Look at me” Zee’s eyes had been closed but he forced them open to meet Saint’s. Saint was flushed a pretty pink all over and was breathing heavily, small whines falling from his lips.
He started to thrust up as Saint moved down. “Are you close?”
“Yeah” Full of energy as always, the younger man was still riding him at a steady pace.
“Can I move?” He begged.
Saint nodded. “Yes, yes”
Zee rolled them over, slipping out but then thrusting back inside as soon as they had repositioned with him on top.
“Like that, like that” Saint instructed when Zee found the perfect angle. He was scratching at Zee’s back and moaning too loudly but it was too hot for Zee to tell him to stop.
Saint wrapped a hand around himself and after a few strokes he was coming, clenching around Zee and spilling between them with Zee’s name on his lips.
The sight and feeling was too overwhelming and Zee after only a few thrusts more was coming after him.
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Zee’s breathing hadn’t returned to normal minutes later, still overwhelmed by everything that had happened and his intense orgasm, but he forced himself to move slipping out of Saint and getting rid of the used condom.
He settled back at Saint’s side and used his tshirt to clean where he had come on his chest.
“I’m going to need another shower” Saint complained as Zee pulled him onto his chest and wrapped his arms around his waist. They were sweaty and sticky but didn’t want to move.
“I’ll shower with you.”
Saint traced patterns mindlessly on Zee’s chest and he felt himself become blissfully relaxed and happy.
“We were way too loud weren’t we?”
“Definitely”
“I’m never leaving this room” Saint buried his head in his shoulder “How are we going to face them tomorrow?”
“Don’t be embarrassed, it was sexy” Zee reassured him. “And never leaving this room sounds like a good plan. I think we can come up with something to pass the time.” He kissed the top of Saint’s head and stroked through his hair comfortingly.
“I thought you were straight”
“Me too” He laughed “obviously we were both wrong. Not surprising since I’ve adored you from the moment we met.”
“I was attracted to you too” Saint admitted. “I just wasn’t sure if you were interested in the same way.”
“I can’t believe it took us this long to figure out and it was only because of my dick” Zee laughed.
Saint looked up at him. “So did you like it? Being submissive?”
“I clearly liked it a lot” he replied “but it’s not about someone else being in charge. It’s that it’s you.” Zee continued, trying to explain his thoughts. “You being dominant is hot. You being submissive is hot. You being neither is hot. It’s you that affects me”
Saint slapped him. “That’s so sappy and gross eww”
“You love it” Zee grabbed his hands and they playfully fought.
Zee managed to roll on top of Saint and trap his hands. “You love me being sappy, admit it”
Saint stopped fighting and their eyes met. “Yeah” he admitted with a soft a smile “I really love it”