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In that moment, all that could be seen and torturously longed to be felt was the delicate press of damp skin over fabric held through clenched fists. Heavy breaths were drawn from flushed lips that ghosted delicately over the hems and parted slightly as they were teasingly dragged across their surface, lingering momentarily with such obvious intent shown through soulful maroon eyes that glimmered under the dim lighting which contrasted his features perfectly; Evocative in design and in imagery that happened to be working all too well.
Hugh's breaths were weary as he watched. Slow, carefully paced, and yet strained and shallow with unease from the overwhelming feelings of guilt and lust inside of him, both at once.
A familiar heat rose to his cheeks, fingers sprawling outwards to wrap tightly around the base of the armrest at his side in desperation in hopes of suppressing his wrongful thoughts and desires. Of course, to no true avail.
He couldn't let himself feel this way again, he thought. This was his costar, his friend ...He couldn't. At least not now. His body betrayed him regardless of his promise; Increasingly wound up, bothered and tense and aching to be touched.
He pressed his thighs shut as he crossed one leg over the other. Hoping to hide, with mortifying entailment, the swelling heat that rose between them. His mouth was dry. Lips drawn apart as his eyes fixated on Mads' nude figure before him, flourishing with indecency as he held only a towel in his hand with confidence, gaze unwavering.
Damned be it all Hugh cursed, rather incoherently, under his breath. For, to his dismay, circumstance had brought them here now, filming these two particular scenes on the same day.
His confrontation of Bedelia in Florence came first, and now, this scene... Him. Never had Hugh thought he'd find himself in this situation, watching him. Somehow, Mads seemed completely unfazed by it...Still Undressed, looking past the cameras and directly into Hugh's eyes whilst speaking his lines to him as though he was Bedelia, given that the actress who portrays her, Gillian, was currently on break. Damned be her for that too.
Despite his cursing in all directions, Hugh couldn't help but blame himself as well, given that he couldn't help but return Mads' gaze... Powerless to the way his own eyes traveled over Mads' body with such blatant desire; set on the way water droplets glistened on it's surface, on the way the warm lighting clinged to it's curves...
Hugh watched intently, shamelessly. Too afraid to do anything else. He bit his lip, Squeezing his legs even tighter with the same excuse of concealment... but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't noticed how he writhed at the slight friction the movement caused. How his hips bucked and his breath hitched in his throat... so painfully obvious that Mads ought to have noticed it too... Just as part of him hoped he would.
Hugh didn't know what had gotten into him this time, feeling dirty and ashamed. Why was he indulging in such Acts? so shamelessly in his presence... And why couldn't he seem to help it? To make it stop?
It was loneliness, perhaps.
Hugh could hardly recall the last time he had been touched by another. Surely not since they first began filming season 3; now confined to dull and solitary hotel rooms by himself with the moon as his only companion, as the sole witness to the thoughts that kept him up in her wake. Normally, he'd keep these thoughts to himself. They'd be forgotten with the passing of the silent night, his wandering hands hidden beneath the shadowy darkness of the starlit sky... Soft traces of constellations lingering across his flushed skin from the rough strokes of fingertips, only wishing they'd be foreign to his own, followed by strangled gasps and sighs in pleasure lost to the delicately laid stars, ever-glowing and breathtakingly bright.
He could choose to forget the object of his desires then. Act as though it was all a dream; distant and out of his control and reach. But not now. Now, he was being faced with it directly.
He stifled a groan, wincing at the thought that Mads could probably see how flustered he was. He was looking at him right now, a subtle mischief present in the glow of his eyes and the slight curve of his lips even as he carried out his scenes, knowing the effect he had over Hugh. Basking in the pleasure and flattery of it.
Then, the scene was cut.
They were finally done filming for the day, and as the filming equipments were put away and the set room was cleared of all that were once present besides Mads and himself, Hugh was suddenly left with possibilities he hadn't ever even gauged. Left behind closed doors, he was faced with opportunities he had never once before dared to take...
...Until now.
"Well, what are your plans for tonight, wee man?"
Mads spoke casually, teasing him with the nickname he'd chosen for him as he grabbed his clothes from the chair beside Hugh and newly walked over to the opposite side of the room to get dressed. His familiarly accented voice and the sweet smile that played over his lips made it all the harder for Hugh to show any form of self restraint.
Still, Hugh followed behind him, dizzy and clouded with desire yet determined to follow through. His breathing was shallow in anticipation... in fear of rejection. But still, in spite of his uncertainty and guilt he felt hope.
"I don't know... I think I'm just going to go back to my hotel room to unwind by myself. That is unless..."
Mads looked beside himself at his costar, who had trailed off into an unsure mutter.
"Unless...?"
Mads questioned as he finally turned to face Hugh, still shirtless, having barely managed to get his trousers back on before Hugh approached him at a distance neither of them had thought to expect. They stood even closer now as Mads turned to meet his eyes... their faces at only a short distance apart.
Hugh's heart was pounding at this point. He could feel the blood rushing through his veins, the way each nerve in his body fired at once at the sole sight of him, as close as he was right now... So close that he could feel the heat of his breath against his skin, ever longing and starved for touch.
His cheeks burned bright red then, he knew it too. But he was far beyond the point where he would have thought to care. There was nothing left to do but give in and he tried, god knows he tried to make sense of it all. To come to terms with his feelings, to put it all into words and show him how he really felt... but through the all consuming haze of his desire all he managed to utter was a broken and defeated "Mads..." faint as a whisper under his breath. Almost as if in warning before he decided that it wasn't enough; before letting his actions surpass his words.
He kissed him.
He kissed him, and as soon as their lips met it felt as though the world was about to end. He brought Mads' lips against his own with force, afraid to let go and watch it all crumble away before his eyes, helpless against the possibility of rejection. Against the consequences that would soon follow behind...
Hugh stumbled back abruptly, forcing himself to pull away and immediately noticing how taken aback Mads looked, statuesque in the way he stood frozen in place. With this realisation came his apology, breathless with audible desperation as his voice broke through the tears that began to pool in his eyes.
"God I- I'm so sorry. I shouldn't ha-"
Mads' gaze softened. He shook his head, silencing Hugh's apology with a gentle kiss, his lips soft on his own.
"No apologies" he whispered, His free hand grazing Hugh's cheek and tenderly brushing a stray curl away from his face. Then, a heavy sigh tore from his lips as he spoke again, a sort of vulnerability in his eyes.
"You have no idea how long I've... I want you"
That admission was all it took to drive Hugh over the edge. He drew Mads closer, threading his fingers through his greying hair as he pulled him into another kiss, losing himself in the feverish heat of it all. His previous feelings of fear and uncertainty were now gone, a visceral and all consuming warmth in their place. It suddenly all felt so right... And it was then that he realised that his whole life he had been starved. Unknowing of his hunger because he had never once before felt anything like this. And now, now he couldn't get enough. He longed to be fed.
They tumbled clumsily across the set room, never once letting go of each other between chuckles and kisses that seemed as though they'd never cease. Finally, they settled recklessly against an alcove that meant to serve as a backdrop for the church they had previously filmed in; the precedent Italian architecture tainted by the sinful nature of actions that had yet to occur.
Hugh was pinned against it now. His back arched backwards, mouth agape with lips flushed and raw from being kissed. Mads' touch was like a vice, intoxicating. He penetrated all of his senses, took reign of each and every thought in his mind. In that moment, Hugh knew nothing other than him. The lingering trace of his fingertips... his scent, rich just as the taste of his lips which swelled over his own. It was almost too much, and yet never enough. He wanted more. He needed more.
Mads was as teasing as Hugh had always known him to be, only now in a different sense which drove him crazy in ways he'd never thought possible. Kisses traced his jaw all the way down to his collarbone, pointed teeth dragging softly across the tender skin of his neck. They pressed down slightly, causing him to elicit moans that caught in his throat; the vibrations felt and relished by the lips that ghosted over it.
Mads was daring in his kiss, with lips softer than Hugh could have ever imagined, yet more forceful than what he was accustomed to, truly relentless. Through his touch he became increasingly adventurous with his hands... And oh his hands. They left not an inch of Hugh's body untouched. His strong grasp felt steadying and secure and yet, it left him staggering. Gasping as he teased and teased him further, leaving him throbbing, undeniably hard, through the fabric of his jeans as he pressed firmly against them.
"Mads... please."
Hugh pleaded between breathless sighs and groans, his voice hoarse and shaky; moans strangled yet shamelessly loud.
"Shhh, min kaere" Mads whispered, a clear amusement in his voice as he brought his free hand to Hugh's mouth and dragged his thumb across the swell of his lip. "...you wouldn't want to get us caught under these circumstances now, would you?"
"No... No, I suppose not..." Hugh replied, barely able to catch his breath. "...But right now, I'm not sure I would care..."
Having barely been able to finish his sentence, he cried out. His whole body tensed against Mads' touch as his hand slipped below Hugh's jeans with rough, deliberate strokes. Hugh's legs trembled, overwhelmed with sensation that bordered a sensitivity close to pain. Mads' movements drove him insane. Everything about him drove him Insane.
Mads loved it, and it showed. Hugh knew this well, because he knew Mads well. It was hard not to when they had been friends for so many years. He could see it in his eyes regardless. In the way the edge of his mouth tipped slightly upwards, the way his irises lit up; He loved the way Hugh couldn't help but arch beneath the touch of his fingertips. Reduced to a series of whimpers and pleads that only increased just as the intensity of his movements did.
He especially loved the risk of it all. He wouldn't shy away from this, it would be unlike himself. No, he'd want the world to know that Hugh was his. He'd revel with excitement faced with discovery if someone were to walk through those doors right now. To see them in such a state; their bodies intertwined, garments missing with hands wandering places untold. Their faces flushed and hair beyond unkept, lips spit stained and kiss bruised.
Mads could try to feign composure now, feel as though he was in complete control, but in truth he was anything but. You could see it in his subtle expressions, in the way that his chest heaved and his lip quivered with want. Then again, you could also tell by the not-so-subtle way he grinded against Hugh's thigh.
He wasn't the only one that liked to tease, either. Hugh relished the presence of Mads' muscular build before him, his fingers tracing the extended muscles of his arms, running through the hair on his chest leading down to his abdomen... Then his hips... Hooking through the belt loops of his jeans and bringing him even closer, against himself. Feeling his arousal against his leg... Aiding it with his fingers.
Mads cursed under his breath, his voice husky as he spoke foreign words in his natal tongue; breathy and accented with an edge of desperation, of lust. The heat of his breath lingered against Hugh's neck once more as he pressed kisses against it, suckling to the point that he knew he'd leave bruises that would have no explanation in the following days on set beside this... them.
He dragged his fangs lightly over the marks he left behind, fighting the urge to bite down all the harder.
"Mads, please... Please just-"
Hugh could hardly speak now, it was all too much. Mads had taken up a pace that he liked, and just as their bodies moved in unison... just as the pleasure building inside of him threatened to reach a tipping point, the distinct sound of footsteps and keys jingling in the outside halls made it known that they were not alone.
"Fuck." Mads hissed, his expression turning to a near wince. Still, he didn't stop. He was too far beyond that possibility now, far too involved to care.
"Mads... We can't... we have to-"
Hugh tried to interfere, still grasping at the idea that they might be able to maintain the slightest bit of dignity. The idea perished for him as well the very second Mads placed a large palm over his mouth, unbothered to even try to fight it; he never truly wanted to stop.
Mads then resumed his previous rhythm. This time harder, with much more urgency. Muffled moans and cries tore from Hugh's throat, violent as the hand that pleased him. The other hand placed over his lips hardly served to mask the sounds he made, but he ceased to care. His heart all but leapt from his chest, his heartbeat ringing in his ears and simultaneously throbbing down below. The pleasure was intense now; gathering and gathering until it could no more. He came, hard. Shuddering as he held onto Mads for dear life, nails digging into the bare flesh of his back as his chest heaved and his knees gave a little from trembling.
That's when the door flew open, and Mads hardly made an effort to mask what they had done; not even taking a single step back with only his hands being quick to pull away.
"You guys okay in here? ... it's been well over half an hour since everyone left..."
A poor soul from the filming crew that had been sent to lock up after everyone else had gone peeked through the doorway, brows visibly furrowed with apparent concern.
Despite everything that had just occurred, Mads spoke coolly. Assuring the crew member that they had only stayed to rehearse the scripts for the following day.
Hugh found it hard not to burst into laughter then and there, only limited by how breathless he was and how humiliated he felt standing there in undone Jeans, sticky and stained. He knew rumours of this would spread in no time.
Without another word, they were left alone again, and as soon as Mads turned to meet Hugh's eyes they were giggling like schoolgirls, kissing like them too. Passionate and uncaring as though they were discovering it for the first time.
"So..." Hugh intervened, a stupid smile plastered over his face. "Your room or mine?"
"Mine, definitely..." Mads replied, taking Hugh by the hand and leading the way through the halls to reach an exit.
"... I'd like to see how gorgeous you'd look in the morning wearing one of my shirts"
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"min kaere" is Danish for my dear/love, for those in doubt.
As for the rest of this, I'm fairly new to this... particular kind of writing... and just writing in general, so I'd love to hear opinions letting me know what you think, as well as if there's anything I could improve! <3
P.S. the rest of the crew definitely heard them from outside. lmao.