The director’s voice cut through the set like a whip.
“Alright, lovers.
Season premiere.
We need the kiss.
Make it real.
Tongues.
Hands.
Sell it or the network pulls the plug on both your careers.” Julian glared at Marcus across the fake café table.
The cameras circled them.
Lights burned hot.
The live feed already had half a million viewers watching the two biggest rivals in the industry play house.
Marcus leaned in first.
His voice stayed low, meant only for Julian.
“Try not to bite my tongue off, Omega.
Wouldn’t want to ruin the shot.” “Fuck you,” Julian whispered back, smiling for the lens.
Marcus’s hand slid around the back of Julian’s neck.
The kiss started exactly as scripted.
Firm.
Possessive.
Camera-friendly.
Then Marcus pushed harder.
His tongue forced past Julian’s lips, demanding.
Julian’s fingers dug into Marcus’s shirt, pulling him closer instead of pushing away.
The kiss turned wet and angry.
Teeth scraped.
Marcus growled into it.
Julian answered with a sharp nip that made the Alpha’s grip tighten.
“Cut!” the director shouted.
“Holy shit, keep that energy.
We’re done for the day.
Trailer.
Rest.
We need you both looking wrecked tomorrow.” The crew scattered.
The second the cameras powered down, Julian ripped his mic pack off and stalked toward the shared trailer.
Marcus followed close enough that Julian could feel the heat of him.
The trailer door slammed.
Marcus locked it.
Julian spun around.
“You overdid it on purpose.” Marcus crowded him against the wall.
“You kissed me back like you wanted it.
Don’t act pure now.” “I was acting.” “Bullshit.” Marcus braced one hand beside Julian’s head.
The other gripped Julian’s hip hard enough to bruise.
“You’ve been hard since my tongue was in your mouth.
I can smell it.” Julian’s breath hitched.
“You’re imagining things.” Marcus’s thigh shoved between Julian’s legs, pinning him fully.
“Am I?
Because your scent just spiked.
Sweet.
Needy.
Right through those blockers.” Julian shoved at his chest.
Marcus didn’t budge.
“Get off me.” “Make me.” Julian surged up and kissed him again, vicious this time.
No cameras.
No script.
Just teeth and tongue and the low sound Marcus made when Julian bit his lower lip hard enough to draw a metallic taste.
Marcus answered by grinding his thigh against Julian’s cock, already stiff and leaking inside his jeans.
“Fuck,” Julian gasped against his mouth.
Marcus’s hand shoved under Julian’s shirt, palm hot against bare skin.
“Still just acting?” “Shut up.” Marcus yanked Julian’s shirt up and off.
Julian did the same to him, nails scraping down Marcus’s chest.
Their mouths crashed together again.
Marcus’s hands dropped to Julian’s belt, yanking it open.
Zipper down.
He shoved the jeans and underwear low enough to free Julian’s cock.
His fist closed around it immediately, rough and tight.
Julian’s head thudded back against the wall.
“Shit—” Marcus stroked him hard, no gentleness.
“You’re dripping.
Look at that.
All for the rival you claim to hate.” Julian’s hips jerked into the grip.
“You’re not exactly soft either.” Marcus pressed closer, letting Julian feel the thick ridge of his cock through his pants.
“No.
I’m not.
And I’m done pretending this is just for the show.” He dropped to his knees.
Julian’s eyes went wide for half a second before Marcus took him into his mouth in one smooth, deep slide.
Julian’s hands flew to Marcus’s hair.
The Alpha sucked hard, tongue working the underside, throat opening to take him deeper.
Wet sounds filled the trailer.
Julian’s thighs trembled.
“Marcus—fuck—your mouth—” Marcus pulled off just long enough to look up.
“Still hate me?” Julian’s answer came out broken.
“Yes.
Keep going.” Marcus’s mouth returned, hungrier.
One hand gripped Julian’s hip to hold him still while the other shoved his own pants down enough to free his cock.
He stroked himself in time with the wet pulls of his mouth.
Julian watched, eyes glassy, lips parted.
When Marcus stood again, his cock was flushed dark and heavy, the head already wet.
He spun Julian around and shoved him chest-first against the wall.
Julian braced his hands on the cheap paneling.
Marcus yanked Julian’s jeans the rest of the way down to his thighs.
“Condom?” Julian managed, voice rough.
Marcus’s mouth brushed his ear.
“Not for this.
Not tonight.” He spat into his palm, slicked his cock, and pressed the thick head against Julian’s entrance.
“Tell me to stop.” Julian pushed back instead.
“Do it.” Marcus sank in with one slow, relentless thrust.
Julian’s breath punched out of him.
The stretch burned.
Marcus didn’t give him time to adjust.
He pulled back and drove in again, harder, setting a punishing rhythm that rocked Julian against the wall.
“Still just acting?” Marcus growled against the back of his neck.
Julian’s voice cracked.
“Fuck you—harder—” Marcus gave him harder.
The sound of skin meeting skin filled the small space.
Julian’s cock slapped against the wall with every thrust.
Marcus reached around and stroked him in rough time, thumb smearing precome over the head.
“You’re so fucking tight.
Taking me like you were made for it.” Julian moaned, no longer trying to stay quiet.
“Don’t stop.
Don’t you dare stop.” Marcus’s hips snapped faster.
The trailer creaked.
Sweat slicked both of them.
Julian’s walls clenched around the thick cock stretching him open.
Marcus’s free hand gripped Julian’s throat, not choking, just holding, claiming.
“Come for me,” Marcus ordered.
“I want to feel it.” Julian shattered with a broken cry.
His cock pulsed in Marcus’s fist, spilling over the Alpha’s knuckles and the wall.
The tight rhythmic clench dragged Marcus over the edge right after him.
Marcus buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding Julian’s insides with heat, growling low against his skin as he filled him.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard.
Marcus’s forehead rested between Julian’s shoulder blades.
His cock twitched inside him one last time.
Julian’s voice came out hoarse.
“This doesn’t mean anything.” Marcus slowly pulled out, watching his come drip down Julian’s thigh.
He turned Julian around, cupped his jaw, and kissed him again—slower this time, almost thorough.
“Keep telling yourself that,” Marcus murmured against his mouth.
“We’re doing this again tomorrow.
And the day after.
Until one of us breaks character for real.” Julian’s legs were still shaky.
He reached down, smeared two fingers through the mess between his thighs, and held them up between them.
“Then you’d better keep up, Alpha.” Marcus’s eyes darkened.
He licked Julian’s fingers clean without looking away.
Outside, the set lights stayed dark.
Inside the trailer, the real show had already started.