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It was a stupid, sleep-deprived idea coming from none other than Matt himself, off-handed and only half serious. “What if there was a Remer and Coop sex scene in Baseketball?” He had joked, speech slurred and the smell of booze strong in their small studio apartment. Trey laughed first, taken aback by the absurdity of the statement, but it trailed off dryly as he thought about it. He looked over at Matt, eyes half-lidded and body heavy. It was an off-handed comment, not meant to be taken seriously, and Matt would’ve forgotten he had said anything of the like at all if not for the way Trey looked at him then. “And it goes on like… uncomfortably long. Awkwardly long. No one would expect it.” Matt gestured vaguely to nothing in particular, like it made his point any more clear.
“To be funny? I don’t… I don’t think that people would find it funny if it went on for so long.” Trey replied casually, sounding and looking only half aware of his current surroundings and the conversation they were having. Maybe it was time for bed.
“Would you find it funny?” Matt asked, rhetorically. Trey thought about it for a second longer than he realistically needed to.
“Maybe ‘cus it’s us,” he shrugged, “the idea that we could make people uncomfortable because the scene is so long and awkward is funny. So, really, it’d only be funny to us.” Trey rolled his neck, muffled cracking causing Matt to wince slightly. “As long as it’s funny to us, I guess no one else really matters, though. Like… I don’t know. I need sleep.” Trey laughed, Matt laughing alongside him. They did need sleep. Badly. They had little time to rest anymore between South Park and Baseketball, and instead of sleeping they were wasting it getting drunk and high at an ungodly hour of the morning. It was stupid, but so were they, so it didn’t matter.
The next day, they joked about it on set. Maybe a bit more than would be considered normal for two straight guys. At any moment, like some invisible tripwire was set off, Matt or Trey would shout out some innuendo joke at each other, before giggling like twelve year olds who just discovered what gay sex is. While this wasn’t unlike them, what was unlike them was the fact they were all done in-character. At some point it developed into them doing improv skits, unable to refrain from laughing like madmen at something that, in truth, wasn’t that funny. Inevitably the other members of the cast found out, and then the staff. Everybody just wrote it off as Matt and Trey being Matt and Trey. Until, of course, the director heard about it and then suddenly all the writers needed to have a meeting.
One thing leads to another thing, and suddenly Trey is trying not to let it show he’s trying not to vomit with nervousness. There’s nothing to be worried about, it’s just Matt, and it’s for the movie, is the biggest thought he keeps repeating to himself as he stows away in the on-site restroom, pressing cold fingers to his own ass. “You need to get ready,” one of the staff had told him as they handed him a packet of lube (which, truthfully, he didn't need, as he kept some handy in his wallet).
Apparently, because of budgeting reasons, there wasn’t much to be done in terms of special and/or practical effects. If they wanted to do it, they had to… well, do it. Trey opened his mouth to say, no, we don’t want to do it, it was just a joke, but Matt spoke first and said that was fine. When Trey asked why the fuck he would say that once they had exited the room, he just shrugged and smiled. “It’s not a big deal, Trey,” he had said, “we’ve done worse for less.” Trey wasn’t even really sure what he meant by that, as he wasn’t sure what they were meant to be gaining from this besides a few laughs, but Matt hadn’t steered him wrong before. Actually, Matt was probably one of the smartest, most trustworthy people Trey knew. Plus, what was the harm? People call them gay? Well, everyone already thought that, anyway. The movie sucks shit? Well, it already does, anyway.
Trey left the bathroom after almost an hour holed away inside, face scrunched up at the uncomfortable feeling of having his ass stretched. He wasn’t really sure what he was supposed to do, so he just fucked around until it felt right. Well, he wasn’t entirely sure if wet and empty were correct, but they sounded about right. He just hoped it wasn’t going to be painful like he heard it could be.
He walked onto set after putting on his character clothes, not trying to think too hard about the precautionary tale he had received from the clothes and make-up team. He was already trying to repress the story itself, but the moral of it was that cum is particularly awkward to clean off of clothes, since it can be considered a biohazardous material like blood. The crew was already there, finishing up some last-minute camera and microphone testing to make sure everything looked right. Due to the nature of the scene, Trey assumed that everything had to be done in as little takes as possible. That way they didn’t have to redo the entire scene to refilm a single part of it for any reason. The pressure was on. One break in character or uncalculated move and it would have to be reshot. How was he supposed to stay in character with a dick up his ass? Actually, better question, why was he getting the dick up his ass? Because the scene takes place during Remer’s evil character arc? Lame.
“Hey, dude.” Matt walked up to Trey, shouldering him lightly. Trey turned to face him, hands shoved in his shorts pockets. “You ready?”
“What, to have my ass penetrated during gay sex? Born ready.” Trey replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “You’re so lucky I find you funny, ‘cus I probably should’ve reported you to HR for sexual harassment by now.” He scoffed.
“For what! I didn’t do anything. Well, not yet anyways, I’ll be doing something soon, and by something–”
“Shut the fuck up, fag. Dude, seriously, we’re about to get filmed having gay sex with each other and this was all your idea. In fact, if I remember properly, I didn’t even think it was funny!” Trey whisper-yelled. Matt didn’t seem at all affected by his anger, partially because he had seen Trey in much angrier states.
“Well, you didn’t think it was funny because I said it should be uncomfortably long, but I’m so sure this is gonna get cut down into like, a few funny scenes, or some random cutaway gag. Actually, this shit might be used as, like, a daydream or some other related thing for another character.” Matt explained, playing with some of the curls at the nape of his neck. “Wish they told us.” Trey sighed.
“Yeah, me too, but I guess we’ll find out.” Trey walked towards the set, Matt following close behind him. They were told their places, and given a general rundown. They had been given scripts the night before, but they were sort of vague and dependent that Matt and Trey knew how Remer and Coop would act in such a scenario. They were really only told there should be an argument and that Jenna should be brought up. Luckily, if they fucked up the beginning scene, that could be reshot sex-free.
Trey’s heart felt like it was pounding out of his chest, throat feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. He tried to force himself to calm down as to not fuck up, but then he thought more about fucking up and got more nervous. No one seemed to be able to tell though, besides Matt, who gave him an apologetic look as the director called action.
Coop stormed into the locker room, visibly angry. Remer was sitting on a bench, refusing to even look at Coop; pretending like he wasn’t even there. Coop eyed Remer for a second, before sighing loudly. When this didn’t get his attention, Coop stepped forward and swatted at Remer’s head. “Dude, what?” Remer scoffed, finally looking at Coop with a scowl.
“Dude, you’re weak as hell, that’s what.” Coop crossed his arms over his chest, frowning. “All you’ve been doing lately is showing off! You don’t even actually care about the game anymore, all you care about is the fame! You’ve been treating me like shit lately, like I’m not part of the reason baseketball has a league in the first place!” Coop exclaimed exasperatedly, arms flying open before falling back down to his sides. Remer rolled his eyes, leaning forward to rest his elbow on his knee and his head on his palm. He seemed fed up with the argument already. It wasn’t the first one they’d had today, and certainly not the first of this week.
“Well sorry that I actually care about Jenna! I’m single-handedly funding her organization, you know! Yet you’re over here acting like she’s yours, or something. Like, dude, get real, she’s never going to like someone like you.” He spat, actually, at Coop’s feet. Coop grimaced and took a step back, face reddening with rage. “I’m just being the man she actually wants, not some lame pushover.”
“Oh, that’s what this is about? Jenna? You think she likes a stuck-up prick like you?” Coop sounded genuinely shocked that Remer had somehow gotten to that conclusion. “She’s tearing our friendship apart! Our team, too! You’re treating me like shit just because you think that makes you look cooler to her?” Coop scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Remer brushed some of the curls away from his face, then his glasses up the bridge of his nose. It was like he didn’t even care about what Coop was trying to say to him, and he probably didn’t.
“Well, duh, how else am I gonna convince her to put out? Ladies totally love a cool, rich guy, and you’re just bringing me down!” Coop straightened up, placing his hands on the back of the bench and leaning back, looking up at Coop with obviously feigned nonchalance. He was trying to appear as if he didn’t care about what Coop was saying or the fact they were arguing, but they had been friends since they were kids. Coop could read Remer like an open book, and he knew in his eyes that Remer was pissed off. Even when they were alone, he was trying to appear cooler than he actually is.
“You’re putting a woman you haven’t even fucked yet over your best friend of two decades?” Coop deadpanned.
“Well, it’s not like you’ve ever put out, either, and she’s way hotter than you are, so…” Remer shrugged, smiling up at Coop. He knew he was pissing Coop off; he was doing it intentionally, and although Coop knew this, he still found himself becoming more and more enraged at the entire situation.
Trey knew exactly where Matt was going with this, and he tried to turn his brain off as he decided quickly what to do next. What would Coop do next? Trey grabbed Matt’s shoulders, smashing their lips together with more force than necessary. Don’t screw up, Trey chided to himself. Matt scrambled for purchase against Trey, undecided whether or not he should pull him closer or push him away. He didn’t have much time to choose before Trey was pulling back, balling his hands in the collar of the cheap-fabric jersey Matt was wearing. “Oh, so if I put out, then you’ll start giving a fuck about me again instead of Jenna? Then I’ll put out.” Trey growled, trying to ignore the dozen eyes baring into him. If Matt were a woman, somehow that would be less awkward. Fucking a hot girl in front of a bunch of basically-random people? Cool, hot, probably more normal. Fucking—or, not even fucking, actually, Trey was going to be fucked in front of all these people. At least with a woman, he’d have a fucking clue what he was supposed to do. Trey barely registered he was starting to zone out awkwardly, but Matt realized it before it was too late and pulled him into another kiss, this time open-mouthed and sloppy for the show of it.
“Always knew you were a slut at heart, Coop.” Matt, or Remer, muttered just loud enough for the microphones stationed around them to pick up. Trey felt a shiver wrack down his spine, and told himself it was just nerves. Who wouldn’t be nervous? It wasn’t because of the words Matt had said, or the tone in which he had said them, or the fact that Trey could feel a sort of excitement begin to form in his mind. It was just nervousness. Nothing else.
“You’re just a slut in general.” Trey joked dryly as he was pulled unceremoniously onto Matt’s lap. Matt kissed him again, and this time there was more grace in the action, however needlessly erotic it may be. Trey tried to think about anything else as Matt’s hands grabbed onto his hips, forcing him to grind down against Matt’s lap and oh lord. Trey tried to get back into his acting mindset, reminding himself repeatedly that this didn’t mean anything and that it was just for the movie. In a way, he was almost trying to convince himself it wasn’t even real. But it was real. He was grinding on his best friend’s lap in front of cameras and staff members and every time he breathed all he could smell was Matt’s cologne and every time he moved all he could feel was Matt’s body pressed against his. Matt was hard against him, and with each rock of his hips (which he hadn’t even realized he had begun moving his hips on his own volition) Trey couldn’t deny that blood was flowing south.
Trey’s hands gripped onto Matt’s shoulders, partially for stability and partially to help ground himself. One of Matt’s hands inched upwards, pushing underneath the loose jersey and brushing over the expanse of Trey’s back. After a few seconds longer Trey pulled away, needing to breathe but also needing to bury his face in the crook of Matt’s neck out of sheer embarrassment. At this point they were both grinding their dicks together through the layers of their shorts and boxers, which Trey hated to admit felt good. Rationalizing it, it isn’t gay, right? They were doing this because they were being paid to do so, so that doesn’t make it gay, right? Sure, it felt good, but why wouldn’t it? Of course stimulation would feel good, no matter what the source was. And that source just happened to be Matt fucking Stone, his business partner and closest friend.
On the other hand, Matt seemed to be playing it cool. Or maybe he was just slightly better at acting than Trey. He looked flustered, sure, with his face red, glasses sliding down his nose, and his bottom lip between his teeth, but Trey looked like a wreck and they hadn’t even done anything. Trey wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stick the whole scene when it was near impossible to keep himself in character. He didn’t even want to know what he looked like, posted up on Matt’s lap whimpering into his ear like… like a girl. Trey groaned into Matt’s ear, gripping onto his shoulders tighter. “C’mon, Coop, don’t tease me here.” Matt groaned, hips thrusting up against Trey’s ass, and suddenly Trey remembered that they were supposed to be doing something.
“Sorry, dude– just trying to sweeten the prize a bit, you know.” Trey replied, his voice strained with herculean effort. He almost slipped up and called Matt, well, Matt, but was able to save it with an awkward ‘dude’ which was, luckily, in character enough to be passable. Trey pulled back from Matt, allowing the other man to rip Trey’s shirt off in frantic motions. Trey returned the favor immediately, trying to ignore how his heart palpitated slightly seeing Matt’s bare chest, which he had seen over a dozen times before, but for some reason felt more scandalous now. Trey didn’t have much time to react before Matt began kissing along his neck and collarbones, Trey letting his head fall back so Matt had more room.
Unlike Trey, Matt seemed confident in what he was doing as he kissed and sucked along Trey’s neck, one hand planted firmly on his ass and the other on the curve of his back. They were still grinding, just slower now and less frantic. Trey kept his eyes closed, refusing to accidentally look anyone in the eye, or, God forbid, directly at a camera. The embarrassment of what they were doing coursed through his body, adding fuel to the fire of his arousal. He just hoped it wasn’t evident. Matt was either unafflicted with any embarrassment, or he was just good at hiding it behind a facade. Either way, Trey held him a little tighter just to find some comfort in him. Trey found himself extremely glad, suddenly, that Matt was the ‘top’ in this situation, since Trey could more or less let him do everything. Just follow Matt’s lead, and he’ll be okay.
When Trey felt teeth graze the expanse of his neck, he let Matt lead. When Matt bit down, Trey didn’t need to force the erotic noise he made out of his mouth, it came naturally. Maybe even more embarrassing, but worse would be coming, so did it even matter anymore? Did any of this matter? It all felt stupid to Trey, or maybe just too real. He wasn’t Trey right now, he was supposed to be Joe Cooper, and this wasn’t supposed to be Matt right now, but Doug Remer. It all did feel really stupid, especially since he wished it was Matt. Something deep within him yearned for this to be him and Matt, but now it was Coop, Remer, and the entire filming crew watching them. Some with unnerved disgust, some with a pleasant disconnect from the scene, others trying to hold back their laughter.
Trey remembered what he had said a couple nights before. It didn’t need to be funny to anyone else. It didn’t need to be for anyone else. This was their idea, their way of being funny, an inside joke for only them. Who cares what the staff think; what people think if this ends up getting into the movie at all? This was for them, they were allowed to have their own fun with it. People already thought they were gay, might as well run with the narrative. Matt had to have come to this conclusion far before now, and Trey realized his actions held more weight then just Matt acting as Remer. In some way, Matt was doing this for Trey. Or maybe he wasn’t, and Trey was entering a sudden onset state of psychosis. Either way, if they’re being watched, might as well put on a damn good show.
“Remer,” Trey panted, the name feeling foreign and unwanted on his tongue. Matt laved the bite mark with his tongue, pressing kisses over the barely-damaged skin. He hadn’t bit down hard enough to bruise, bleed, or otherwise mark, still tentative of hurting Trey. “I thought you said I was being a tease.” Trey felt a low chuckle bubble in Matt’s chest as he dragged his lips up the side of Trey’s neck, over his jugular.
“Thought you said teasing ‘sweetens the prize’, Coop?” Matt asked, rhetorically. Trey laughed, pushing Matt away slightly so that he could look him in the eye. Were Matt’s eyelashes always so pretty?
“I’m gonna get up and leave if you don’t just get on with it.” Trey replied, no malice in his voice or truth behind the threat. “Prize is sweetened enough, dude, just get on with it!” he complained, aware of how whiny he sounded. Matt laughed again, louder this time, a smile gracing his face that made Trey’s heart do weird things in his chest. Matt tapped Trey’s hip with an open palm, sliding Trey off of his lap so their pants could be sorted out much easier.
“I was gonna tell you that you need to learn some patience, but I honestly don’t have any either.” Matt pushed his fingers under the hem of Trey’s shorts and boxers, pushing them down his hips until his entire v-line was visible, a dark trail of hair leading up his stomach. “Is that a rock in your shorts or are you just really, really happy to see me?”
“That was fucking lame, dude.” Trey snorted, but was blushing anyway. His face felt impossibly hot, and he knew he had to be really red. The line was so utterly stupid, but it didn’t dampen his arousal. It was such a Matt line it made his chest feel tight. Matt pushed Trey’s shorts and boxers down more, Trey sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as Matt stared up at him with dark green eyes.
“What, a guy can’t have a little fun?” Matt offered, the words meaningless as they were followed with a tug, fabric pooling at Trey’s ankles. He thought he could hear a few gasps from some of the workers, which did nice things to his ego. He was so hard, painfully so, his cock flushed red and some pre collecting at the head, making it glisten under the studio lights. “Holy shit T– Coop.” Matt stuttered, unabashedly staring at his cock with a hungry expression. That did much more for his ego than the previous gasps did. Trey watched as the muscles in Matt’s legs clenched, and just the thought that Matt was throbbing because of the sight was able to spur Trey on.
“Like what you see, dude?” Trey– Coop, whoever he was supposed to be, asked. He chuckled, watching Matt flush. He was playing it cool this entire time, but it seemed that his facade was finally dropping. Matt’s eyes darted up to Trey’s as he licked his lips.
“I plead the fifth.” Matt replied, distracted. Suddenly a realization came over him, and he leaned away from Trey to shove his own shorts and boxers off. The two of them kicked the fabric to the side, not wanting them in the way (or in the potential splash zone). When Trey saw Matt’s cock he immediately felt dizzy, a rush of arousal rendering him motionless for a second as he gawked. Matt was a bit bigger than him, and circumcised (unsurprisingly), the head flushed an angry red. Trey felt himself clench around nothing, that empty feeling he had been trying to ignore only worsening as he imagined Matt inside of him. “Well, now who’s staring? C’mere.” Matt grabbed Trey’s hips, pulling him back onto his lap. Trey could’ve cried. He didn’t care what anyone watching them, or anyone who was going to watch this in the future, was thinking. He was about to get fucked by his best friend, and he had never been more aroused in his entire life.
No woman had managed to make him so hard. He was already teetering a fine line and they hadn’t done anything. Like a flip switching, images of Matt fucking him flooded his mind. Repressed thoughts he had kept deep within his psyche flowing freely. He shuddered as he imagined Matt in all ways and forms and places and situations. Matt forcing him over his desk at the studio, Matt pressing him against a grimy bathroom stall, Matt taking his time with him in their apartment; slow and loving as he pressed deeper and deeper into a pliant Trey. Trey gasped as one of Matt’s hands pulled Trey’s ass open, the other one gracing the rim of his stretched hole. He arched into Matt as Matt pressed in one finger, then two. “Shit, shit– oh, Remer.” Trey forced the name from his mouth.
“Holy shit, why are you so loose?” Matt asked, breathless. Maybe Trey did go a bit overboard in the bathroom, but he wanted to be prepared. It was worth it, too, with how Matt shivered under him, his cock visibly twitching. “God, oh my God–” Matt cut himself off before Trey’s name left his lips. “Fuck, you did this? Did you plan this out?” Matt pressed a third finger into Trey, and it slid in easily. Trey had done three to himself, but his fingers were much thicker than Matt’s. Matt’s were longer, though, pressing in deeper than his own did. Trey shuddered, shoulders dropping as the fingers offered some sort of relief. He felt less empty now, but he was craving something bigger.
“I–” Trey shuddered as Matt’s fingers flexed against his sensitive insides, “I did it… while thinking of you.” He admitted quietly, sounding a bit too truthful. He was thinking of Matt during it, technically, but not in the way he was implying. Well… maybe he did a little. He was curious. Matt swore under his breath, the hand holding him open squeezing the supple flesh under it tighter.
Matt gazed into Trey’s eyes, pupils dilated with evident want. “You…” Matt was speechless, “you did this thinking about me?” He questioned, sounding awed. Trey flushed deeper, if possible at this point, nodding his head just slightly enough. He didn’t know if the cameras even picked it up, but he didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care about any of the people spectating anymore, what they were thinking; he didn’t care about the movie, or the reaction he and Matt were trying to achieve. At this point, this was for them. There was something electric humming through their bodies; hearts beating rapidly at the same time. No one else would ever be this connected to Trey, he was sure. That’s kind of gay, he chided to himself. He didn’t really care anymore. “How long have you… thought about this? Wanted it?” Matt asked, breathlessly, widened eyes glimmering. Trey looked away from Matt’s face, narrowly avoiding looking at someone else by mistake. He inhaled deeply, nervously biting on his bottom lip.
He could give the real answer, but maybe that was too much. Maybe this really is just acting to Matt. Maybe Matt was just… suddenly good at acting. Or maybe Trey’s brain was making him seem better than it was. Trey shifted back against Matt’s slowly-moving hand, stuttering out an exhale. “Years.” Trey replied simply. “Too many years.” Matt leaned in, Trey meeting him halfway as they kissed. Trey was quick to open up his mouth for Matt, allowing Matt to explore each part of his mouth with his tongue. Matt slipped his fingers out, Trey shuddering as he felt uncomfortably empty again. He knew, though, that he wouldn’t have to wait for long.
Matt took a hold of Trey’s hips, pulling him as far on his lap as possible. The tension in the room extended beyond them now, the staff members and director split between being enthralled into the emotion, and disgusted that it was between two men. Two men who seemed to share some very real emotion. Trey was the first to pull away from the kiss, taking deep breaths as he reached behind him and, for the first time, touched Matt’s cock. It was so warm against his fingers, and somehow felt even bigger. “I’m here,” Matt held Trey a bit tighter, “I’ve got you.” That was all Trey needed as he held his breath, lining up Matt’s glistening head with his loose hole. Trey was about to pause to take a second, but he knew that he would begin overthinking. So he sat down. “Oh, fuck!”
Trey jolted as Matt’s fingers dug into his hips, Matt tensing under him. Trey let out a full-chested moan, Matt’s cock pushing so deep inside of him. Full, he felt full; blissfully so. Trey grabbed onto Matt’s shoulders for dear life, steadying his knees against the cold metal bench. “You’re so big.” Trey smiled, letting his eyes flutter closed. It felt better than he was expecting. Matt’s cock was putting pressure on something, Trey could just barely feel the pleasure ebb from it.
“Yeah, I know, I get that all the time.” Matt chuckled dryly. Trey snorted, rolling his eyes as he used his thighs and knees to lift himself up. Matt held onto Trey like he was scared Trey would disappear if he let go. Trey lifted up until only Matt’s cockhead was left inside, Matt barely able to say, “Don’t hurt yourself,” before Trey let himself fall back down. The two men moaned in unison, pleasure coursing through both of them, better than any drug.
Trey never knew that anal could feel good. He always assumed it was just an awkward and sort of weird feeling, based on what previous girlfriends had told him. This was leagues better than that—leagues better than anything Trey had hoped for. Trey lifted up again, less so this time, trying to work up an actual pace. He tried to remember how his exes had done it, their faces undecipherable blurs in his memory. The only person he could think about now was Matt, and how good he felt.
“You’re surprisingly good at this Tre– Coop.” Matt was barely holding it together. “Is this your first time? Sure doesn’t look like it.” Matt chuckled, though it sounded strained. Trey whined, pressing his forehead against Matt’s as he sped up slightly. He wanted to hear his real name so badly; he wanted Matt to moan it as Trey fucked himself on his cock, wanted to hear it when Matt came.
“I’ve never done this before.” Trey replied, huffing. There was no doubt his thighs would be burning after this, but he didn’t want to think about that right now. “I’ve, umph, I’ve just… thought about it.” Trey pressed his lips against Matt’s sloppily, one of his hands moving up Matt’s neck to play with the curls at his nape. Matt groaned into his open mouth, hips bucking up into the tight warmth enveloping him. Trey took it, his brain feeling like it was rewiring itself. All he wanted was more; more of Matt, in all ways, shapes and forms. He wanted to please Matt as much as he was being pleased and take as much as Matt was willing to give. Some previously unknown barrier in the deeper recesses of his mind had opened and released a floodgate of repressed emotions. Thoughts he had long pushed to the side, hidden and locked away in his brain since college, now pushed to the front of his head with battering-ram force.
Matt pulled away from the kiss, pressing the side of his face against the side of Trey’s, every soft moan causing hot air to blow over Trey’s ear. “Trey.” Matt strained a whimper, quiet enough—hopefully, at least, because Trey knew he would certainly experience some sort of embarrassment once this was through—so that the microphones stationed around them wouldn’t pick it up. Trey bit back a moan, his cock twitching pathetically from where it was pressed in-between their sweaty bodies. “You feel so good.” Matt sighed, pressing his nose into the crook of Trey’s neck, kissing and nipping at the skin under his lips.
“You do, too.” Trey panted, squeezing his eyes shut. He could feel something inside of him, causing pleasure but just not enough; it felt like it was being grazed on every drop of his hips. Experimentally, Trey pivoted his hips, trying to chase a more direct feeling. After a few tries, and Matt almost slipping out, Trey managed to find the perfect position to hit his prostate. The first time it was hit directly, Trey was surprised he hadn’t come on the spot. He moaned obnoxiously loud, sounding extremely pornographic. The difference between him and the girls you see in porn, though, is that he wasn’t faking it. This was the most extreme form of pleasure he had felt in his entire life, and he’d stay there—with his knees digging into the bench, and his thighs burning—for the rest of his life if he could. “Fuck!” he cursed, trying to drive himself down with more force.
When Trey’s thighs started to burn too much, Matt had no problem using his iron grip on Trey’s hips to help move him. “You’re gorgeous.” Matt groaned reverently. Trey knew now that Matt meant it. This wasn’t acting. Not anymore. “So, so pretty fucking yourself on my cock like this. We should’ve–” he cut himself off with a bassy moan, “should’ve done this sooner. We should’ve been doing this the whole time, for every argument, or even agreement, every success.” Trey shuddered, clenching around Matt tightly. He wasn’t going to last much longer, but neither would Matt at this point. Matt was speaking things out loud that Trey had only had wet dreams about, and Trey could feel that electricity between them grow. They were on the same level of understanding now; their intimate, raw knowledge of each other finally resting at an equal level. Every success, Trey smiled dopily.
“We have a lot of those.” Trey half-chuckled half-whined, thinking back on how much they had already been able to accomplish, and how much they were sure to accomplish in the future. What those accomplishments would mean now; the intimacy of a shared success turning into sweet nothings spoken into the air as Matt took Trey with a proud look glimmering in his green eyes. “More to come, too.” The end of the sentence broke as Trey neared closer and closer to his inevitable end, the coil ever tightening in his gut.
“All thanks to you.” Matt pulled his head from Trey’s shoulder, pressing their foreheads together. Trey’s eyes fluttered open, staring into Matt’s. “I know I don’t say it a lot but…” Matt inhaled deeply, his face flushed and eyes blown wide, “I love you.” Matt stated hoarsely, the words weighing heavy between them. It drove Trey over his edge, his cock throbbing and twitching as he came over their abdomens and stomachs. He felt himself clench hard around Matt’s cock, causing Matt to shout a curse as his hips desperately chased Trey’s hole, pistoning in and out as Trey throbbed and clenched around him. Trey leaned on Matt, letting Matt use him until he was pumping his cum deep within. Staking claim; making it, in some fucked up way, official that he owned Trey now. That only he could use Trey like this, that no one else would be able to do it better than he did. Trey felt his head spin with the prospect, butterflies swarming his stomach and chest.
Matt held Trey close as they came down from their highs, the two sharing extreme eye contact, both flustered and debauched. Their chests heaved in time with each other as they both caught their breath, Matt’s cock slowly softening from where it was still pressed inside of Trey. Trey lifted his hips just enough to let it slip out with a wet pop, leaving him feeling empty and throbbing. “I love you too, Matt.” Trey whispered, just loud enough so Matt could understand him. It was far from the first time Trey had told Matt that he loves him, but this time the meaning behind the sentence was more true. Matt beamed tiredly, his eyes glimmering with a concealed overjoyment. They would need to talk about their relationship, eventually, but for now they were both content knowing the shared the same love.
Matt opened his mouth to reply after a moment, Trey desperate to hear what Matt would say next, when suddenly– “Cut!” The director called. Oh, yeah, we’re filming, Trey reminded himself casually, trying not to look at any of the staff as he and Matt peeled themselves away from each other, sweaty and covered in cum. His knees and calves had indents from the bench, Trey wobbling on his feet from how much his thighs burned. Immediately they were ushered off to get cleaned up; shower, then change. Trey found himself worried for a split second that Matt would find him weird now, or wouldn’t want to talk, but they joked as per usual. It was like nothing had happened at all, but Trey could still feel the way his hole was stretched perfectly to fit Matt’s cock inside. Later, when Trey had gone to the costume and makeup department, he looked in the mirror and realized he had quite a few lovely bruises on the front and side of his throat where Matt had latched himself on to. Something to remind him of what had happened, what they had done, every single time he looked in the mirror. He felt sad when the lovely women concealed the purpling marks.
Throughout the rest of their day working, which was mostly spent wrapping up some random bits here and there, they weren’t given a second of free time. Being busy wasn’t enough to keep them apart, though, and they stuck particularly closer to each other throughout the short rest of their time on set. The staff was giving them sideways glances, but they were too wrapped up in each other to tell; and if they could tell, they didn’t care. No one else needed to understand or like them, they were more than happy talking to each other with love-stricken gazes. After years of wanting, Trey had finally managed to get Matt, and no one was going to ruin it for him.
Later that night as they fell asleep, limbs tangled together on their single mattress (that was on the floor), Trey knew that no matter what happened, Matt would be there for him, and Trey would always be there for Matt, too. Even when Matt’s idea seemed dumb, because it seemed that even Matt’s dumbest ideas could lead to something extraordinarily great in the end.