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Double Trouble
PART 9
"Where the fuck have you been, Kongpob? Do you have any idea how many times I've called you? Have you even checked your phone? Everyone is here already and we have a tight schedule to follow, you know? You can't be late like this, even though you––"
The moment Kongpob stepped out of the elevator, he was immediately confronted by a very nervous and angry-looking Pete, the man's words loud and accusing, before Kongpob raised his hand tiredly and silenced Pete in the middle of his sentence, leaving the latter disappointingly huffing to himself, until he grabbed Kongpob by his hand and started dragging the latter towards the only room in the end of the corridor.
"I can't believe you are fucking late! For the first time during your career and you won't even give me an explanation!" Pete muttered to himself, while Kongpob followed him silently, thanking his best friend for not asking anything more from him, because he truly wasn't in the mood to explain or talk at all, especially about what had happened the night before.
How he had fucking lost control again and given Arthit exactly what the man had wanted.
Fuck!
After waking up the nect morning, much later than usual, Kongpob tried his best to forget how he had practically ran home the night before, drenched in a sweet mixture of his and Arthit's sweat, his cock hard and throbbing in his pants and without even bothering to remove his clothes, he had immediately fallen on his king-size bed and let his hazy mind drift him off to a lust-filled slumber of long pale legs and cherry-flavored lips ghosting over his heated body.
The best dream he'd had in a very long time.
But in the middle of the night, after tossing and turning at the discomfort of his rock hard cock poking against his stomach, Kongpob shamefully hid his face in the pillows, rolled on his knees and let his hand work fast and slick on his oh so wet cock, faster and tighter, his breathing getting labored by every weeping stroke and he could feel the undeniable tightness in his muscles, his toes curling and that sweet bubbly sensation filled his erection till he released his hot seed all over his blankets and heaving chest, his bruised lips gasping the name "Arthit" over and over again.
He had never ever cummed that fast or hard before with only his own sweaty hand helping him over the edge.
Fuck...
Even though Kongpob accused himself heavily for being so weak and giving in to Arthit's seductions and sensual touches within mere seconds, he had still hoped that perhaps everything else that happened after Pete left, had happened only in his wildest dreams, in his imagination, where hot flesh met with cold skin in a burning friction with sparks of fire and water clashing together in every inch of their bodies.
Oh god...
But the mere sight and feel of dried sticky cum covering his thighs and his pulsating cock spoke very vividly of otherwise and Kongpob ruffled his hair angrily, screaming and cursing in his pillow for fucking things up again. Afterwards, he went to take a quick freezing shower, promising himself that his only goal from then on would be to pretend like it never happened, never - just like Arthit would want him to and make sure that their following relationship would only stay at a professional level, where he would be in the role of a hot enticer and Arthit the sexy seducer.
Yes, we just have to meet on the set, play our parts and then we're strangers again. Yes, I can do this. I will. It will be easy, I just have to pretend it all like I did with my previous co-actors. And I won't, definitely will not fall in his trap again. Ever. Fucking slut.
Cause no matter how much Kongpob wanted to avoid the raven and simply let them both mind their own business, he had a signed contract to follow, a blockbuster movie to film and he was ready to show everyone, especially the raven, what he was truly made of and why he had been awarded with the best adult actor award for two years straight.
Arthit, I will show you how good I can be. I'll show you. Two can play this sick game of yours.
And unfortunately in his blinded state of anger and determination to make the raven slut pay for everything he had done, Kongpob missed the undeniably the strong calling of his heart and the true goal his heart and mind were set on – to be better, to be so much better that he would be worthy of Arthit's admiration and perhaps even...love.
No, that man could never actually love someone. It's all acting and I mustn't forget that.
"...Jason is not pleased, Kongpob, at all. We had to wait for you for almost half an hour and that is not good. I believe he would rip your head off and feed it to the hungry fangirls the moment he sees you, but since you're his most valuable actor, he is forced to...behave. You know how much he hates waiting, Kongpob, you know that, so please, just keep your mouth shut, make it look like you're very very sorry and listen to whatever he has to say without any objections, okay?"
It was a well-known fact to the whole industry that the relationship between Jason's most prized possession, Kongpob Suthiluck, and the Manager of the most popular adult star, was a lot more tense and hateful than both of them showed to be.
Both men detested each other to death and still, they were dependent on each other – Jason, the Ice Man swimming in those millions of dollars Kongpob earned him and Kongpob trusting his career and future movie choices to Jason's knowledge and experience – they had a certain hate-and-need relationship that reached to the point where even the most vicious enemy could turn into a supportive friend.
Please Kongpob, just try to stay calm, okay?
Pete pleaded silently, while Kongpob only nodded silently, clenched his fists and reminded himself one last time not to spare the raven a glance even a second longer than needed, before Pete pushed the doors open and they stepped inside, leaving Jason's bodyguards standing outside the door with stern and indifferent looks on their faces.
Oh fuck...
The scene that greeted them made Pete quickly divert his eyes down to the floor with a heavy blush creeping up to his cheeks, while Kongpob's eyes flashed dangerously and he threw invisible daggers towards the two men in the room – Jason was sitting comfortably in his leather chair, his face expressing utmost pleasure and his hair tousled as if he had just woken up from bed (or someone's fingers had ran through them over and over again), while the slender raven sat on his right side on the soft arm pads of the chair, his lips wet, eyes dilated and Kongpob knew immediately that they had caught the two men doing much more than just going through the script of the day.
I should have known it already - I understand, old habits are hard to forget. I bet this is how you got the part for the movie as well, huh? Well, good for you.
"Oh, glad to see you finally decided to join us, Kongpob. Took you long enough. I almost thought you had changed your mind." Came Jason's mocking tone and Kongpob dug his nails into the palm of his hands, scoffing under his breath in utmost annoyance, his body trembling with a dilemma whether to strangle the man to Death in front of him or try to work through it like adults.
Calm down, calm down...it's just Jason and you know very well how to handle him. Just ignore him.
"Anyway, I guess there is no point in introducing you to your co-actor as I believe you have made yourself...well-acquainted already, huh?"
Kongpob didn't miss the heavy mockery in Jason's ice-cold voice as the latter acted as if nothing had happened, before an even wider smile spread over his face and the raven nearly toppled off the chair with shock, his big eyes staring straight into Kongpob's, searching for some sort of understanding to which Kongpob stayed completely indifferent and only shrugged his shoulders in response.
How much does Jason...know? Have you told him anything, Arthit? All? Have you??? I bet you have! That's what you were doing, when we...interrupted your precious alone-time, huh? Exchanging information?
Pete saw the obvious tension shooting through Kongpob's body, the latter seeming to jump at his Boss and future on-screen partner at any moment, so in order to ease Kongpob's fury, he immediately stepped between them, his shoulder brushing reassuringly against Kongpob's, while his hands fumbled nervously with the buttons of his suit. "Yes, Jason. But now that he is here, can we please go through the script of their first scene together and get to the set before we run completely out of time?"
This is a disaster already.
Arthit kept his doe eyes on Kongpob, the latter completely ignoring his presence and keeping his eyes only on Jason's smirking face or on the ivory desk in front of him, but no matter how Kongpob tried to hide it, Arthit saw right through him and he definitely hadn't missed the pain that flashed through Kongpob's eyes when he had seen him and Jason together and of course, Kongpob immediately jumped into conclusions and misunderstood it all. Again.
Nothing happened, Kongpob! Fuck! Don't you dare ignore me! Look at me, you idiot! Nothing happened, okay?
But Kongpob never met his pleading gaze and Arthit was left fuming on his own, his thigh being gently caressed by Jason's long fingers as if he was the softest kitten ever.
"As you wish." Jason muttered with a small nod, before giving all three men the script of the first episode and the moment Kongpob ran his eyes through it all, the script thankfully consisting of only 4 pages of Kongpob's and Arthit's first faithful meeting. Kongpob had already been explained that their characters will be named after their real names, which wasn't anything uncommon, apparently it was a popular trend in the industry to entice more audience and media frenzy.
Kongpob was more worried about the actual scenes they would be doing together. Up and down, over the words his eyes scanned the papers in his hands until letting out a small sigh of relief. Thank god, no sex scene. Yet. Only occasional touches and teases and even that is cut down to the minimum.
Pete smiled back at Kongpob, feeling little nervous as he noticed that his friend hadn't quite focused on the lines and characters and had obviously missed one very important fact that would later leave "King Kong" fuming with immense fury.
"I believe there's no point in reading the whole script right now as we are on a bit of a tight schedule, so let's go to the set and start filming right away, okay? I'm sure you'll catch up on the scenes quickly, like you always do." Pete offered quickly, while looking at his watch as Jason stood up with an approving nod and ushered the still stunned and a bit confused Arthit towards the door, his eyes roaming over Kongpob's body as they passed each other.
Kongpob didn't miss the raven sliding his tongue over his plump wet lips and he closed his eyes with a pleasurable shudder, praying silently to have enough self-control to survive the day without any mishaps.
"Fuck, it's going to be a very long day."
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They were driven to the filming set in separate cars, Arthit riding with Jason in a white Audi, while Pete drove Kongpob in his black BMW, the whole ride staying uncomfortably quiet and every single instruction or guideline Pete gave him, stayed deaf in Kongpob's ears as the actor kept on staring blankly out of the window, his mind occupied with the picture of Jason's fingers sliding over Arthit's thighs over and over again.
It hurt and Kongpob realized once again that a slut always stayed a slut, no matter how Arthit tried to tell or prove him otherwise.
They pulled over in front of the most popular nightclub of the city – "The Sin"- a huge crowd of people waiting for them outside. Upon entering the club, Kongpob discovered that the controversial and very famous club for only men had been fully reserved for the filming and the people outside had been offered to play a small role of a crowd of hundreds dancing on the flashing dancefloor.
Thank god, they use actors instead of real fans or I would have been screamed to death by spazzing fangirls or squeezed into a puddle of jelly by now. Those crazy fangirls. And fanboys. And yet...without them there would be no Kongpob Suthiluck. I love them as if they were my own family.
Kongpob sighed and smiled to himself slightly, his honest smile and twinkle of happiness being observed by a pair of doe eyes that watched him ever so affectionately.
Some day I'll make you smile like that for me too, Kongpob. I promise.
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* Scene 1: Kongpob's and Arthit's first meeting – the club. *
Kongpob couldn't help but feel a bit excited about what was about to come – a club was the perfect location for an enticing game of cat-and-mouse and he knew how much his fans ate up that kind of teasing theme.
"Stop staring into space, you two. We are on a tight schedule, remember? The club is exclusively ours for only an hour, so move already!"
Kongpob and Arthit were immediately dragged inside by a very anxious-looking Pete, who hurried them both into separate rooms, where they were given 15 minutes to get their make-up done and dressed, before they would have to start filming with additional instructions given while recording.
Kongpob's only wish was to get things done neat and fast, preferably within 1 take, without any additional shots.
"You're done, my precious!" The stylist lady squealed with utmost delight at her job well-done, and Pete was already dragging Kongpob outside, where Kongpob saw the clothes for the scene for the first time – he was going to be dressed in black tight jeans and black boots with a matching sleeveless jacket and an almost see-through black sweatshirt that altogether gave off the vibe of a true sex-god, showing off the tanned skin on his toned bisceps, his golden-brown hair slightly tousled and his skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat the moment he stepped in the foggy and hot dancefloor.
Damn, I look... hot...
Shit, I don't even want to know how delicious Arthit will look.
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"Wow, this looks awesome."
Kongpob exclaimed in pure amazement as he let his eyes roam over the dark, yet sensual interior of the club, men and women spinning their bodies on the large stage, a local DJ already playing the loudest and sexiest music of the night, while the actors in the middle of the dancefloor did what they were instructed and rubbed their bodies against each other closer and faster, every single one of them letting their minds free and simply go along with the flow of the night – their unspoken sin.
"Here goes nothing..." Kongpob muttered and walked to Pete, who quickly started to go through the script with him, while Kongpob nodded along in understanding and kept his eyes on the breathtaking devil that had entered the dancefloor from the other side of the club.
Fuck the stylists.
Arthit was standing opposite of Kongpob, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he turned his slender body sideways and let Kongpob run his eyes hungrily over his lean legs stuffed in long black boots, his tight ass hugged by black very too tight jeans, his slim waist being covered by a black shirt with a deep V-neck, his appearance absolutely sinful in Kongpob's eyes and the man gulped slowly, before forcefully tearing his eyes away and focusing back to the still babbling and utterly oblivious Pete.
Kongpob was sure that Arthit's look could be considered fucking illegal and highly distracting.
Clearly, Arthit knew how irresistible he looked and Kongpob was not giving him the pleasure of showing his interest.
"...and that's Arthit's cue point to enter the scene, okay? And after that you just have to follow your script okay? Play it natural, interested, enticing. Did you get it?"
Kongpob chuckled to himself, which left Pete gaping at him oddly, before he gave his friend a quick nod, even though he hadn't heard anything that Pete had explained him. Thankfully for Kongpob, he had been acting in such half-scripted, half-improvised scenes before, so he figured it would be relatively easy to just follow his instincts and act in a way that would be the most natural thing to do in real life.
Just go along with the flow. Don't fight back, do your job and you'll be out of here very soon.
But his eyes kept following Arthit in the darkness as the man walked along the other side of the dancefloor, his stylist fixing his silky locks once more, and for the first time since his 2 year-long career, Kongpob felt that it was going to be a hell of a ride tonight.
"Okay, then head over to Jason and get your last instructions before we start filming. And I understand that it might be a bit too much to ask from you, but I want you to do it all in one shot okay? We have only 40 minutes left, Kongpob!" With a final wave of goodbye, Pete quickly rushed to the cameramen, while Kongpob strolled to Jason and the latter wordlessly handed him the last comments for the script. Kongpob skimmed through it nervously and found his lines to be much easier than he would have expected.
Or to be exact, he didn't have to talk almost at all.
Okay, it's a bit...weird, to be honest? I am the main character after all, or...what?
During the confusion running through his head, Kongpob didn't notice the raven, who brushed past him with a strong cologne and faint vanilla cloud floating around him. Even though his focus wasn't there, Kongpob's body shuddered unconsciously at the smell and he immediately placed the script in Jason's hands and turned away from the two, before he could witness Jason complimenting Arthit with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"You look absolutely edible."
The light laughter that erupted from Arthit's throat made Kongpob's eyes see red as he clenched his fists and noticed from the corner of his eye the slight pink on the raven's cheeks – a fucking blush. He didn't even bother covering up his disgust at the sight as he growled at Jason to start filming already, while his shoulder bumped harshly with Arthit's upper arm as he stomped past the shorter man. "Get a fucking room."
Kongpob wasn't quite sure whether the inevitable gasp of shock came from his or Arthit's mouth, cause he most certainly, definitely hadn't planned to say something like that out loud. He froze with shock for a split of a second, before walking on, hoping that Arthit hadn't heard him over the loud club music, while his anger still bubbled in his chest and made his blood boil.
He hadn't meant to show Arthit how overly jealous he was.
While Kongpob was too busy escaping Arthit, in his little I-will-avoid-you-cause-I-am-too-embarrassed-to-look-you-in-the-eyes game, he had clearly missed the satisfied smirk on Arthit's lips that indicated that the man had heard him. Very clearly.
Kongpob was already fucked. Without he even knowing it.
Yet.
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Kongpob followed Arthit's movements in the darkness, his eyes squinting dangerously, when he saw the raven mingling with the people on the dancefloor, his impossibly sexy looks and teasingly slow moves of his lean body drawing too much unwanted attention.
A dazzling smile, stunning face features, a pair of enchanting doe eyes and Kongpob could see the men and women before Arthit melting into a puddle of infatuated puppy-love.
Why the fuck is he smiling so happily at them?
"Now, be a good boy and go meet your new co-actor for tonight. His name is Kao and he will play a small role in the beginning, before...you know."
Kongpob ignored the mocking tone in Jason's words that the latter always used when talking with him and bit his tongue to avoid snapping back at the taller man in annoyance.
"Wait, I have to meet my what?"
Kongpob was utterly surprised at the new information as he was certain that Pete hadn't mentioned anything about a co-star through this movie filming. Jason raised his eyebrows with slight surprise as he had expected Kongpob to have read through the whole script. Or at least the beginning of it.
"Your co-actor. You don't expect me to send you to a club on your own, do you? We want to make this series as realistic as possible and people usually go to clubs together with their friends, so you, my dear, are no exception."
Kongpob nearly toppled over at the thought of having another actor rubbing his sweaty body against his, wen he clearly wasn't in the mood to take shit from anyone, but Jason was quick to explain that there will be an additional couple in the series, a side-pairing so to speak and Kao would play one of the guys, the role of the uke, while they were still looking for the actor to take on the role of a handsome and conquering seme.
Kongpob sighed in relief and looked around to figure out who out of all those grinding and humping people would be playing the role of his on-screen best friend. Pete's gonna throw a bloody tantrum again.
Even though it was all acting and they both knew it well, there had been a few other times before, when someone had played the role of Kongpob's best friend on-screen, and frankly Pete didn't like it one bit. Although he played it off calmly on the set, letting Kongpob do his job in peace, he turned into a bickering bitch the whole ride back home till Kongpob assured him at least 100 times that there will never ever be anyone who can take Pete's spot as his Nr. 1 highly perverted fanboy. Such a drama queen.
As long as they won't create a side love interest with him, I should be fine. Wait what if they do?? Oh god, what would Arthit think? Shit, why should I care what he thinks! Snap out of it, Kongpob!
"Now come on, play nice and go to that brown haired kid over there and get to know each other before we start, will you?"
Kongpob growled again at the puppy tone Jason was going about, before the man hooked his arm around Kongpob's shoulders and lifted his right hand's index finger, pointing towards an cute looking guy sitting all alone on a huge black couch, various lightning directors and cameramen circling around him. From experience Kongpob knew immediately that that was the place were the first minutes of the movie would be filmed.
Kongpob turned away from Jason to walk up to the guy, when a firm hand landed on his shoulder and Jason's breath ghosted over his neck. "Oh and Kongpob? Just so you know, he is your devoted fanboy and an avid member of your official fanclub by the way, so make sure to be extra friendly with him. So cute, isn't he? Have fun!"
A cold shiver ran down Kongpob's spine and he could already picture himself being molested, harassed and squashed by a crazed fan, every inch of his skin being covered with sloppy kisses of admiration, before Pete would be forced to rip the kid off of his paralyzed body.
Crazy...
Yes, it had happened before and the last time Kongpob barely escaped from the stalking crowd of fans with bruised lips and highly stinging ass as the girls and boys (especially the boys) had been extra determined to squeeze his bottom as hard and painful as they could – to imprint an everlasting memory of the insanely famous seme ass on the palm of their hands.
Kongpob felt genuinely scared for his life and keeping his body in one piece.
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Author's note: Hi, I've missed you! My apologies for the long wait! Here is the next chapter and hopefully more to come! More sex(y) scenes for sure, I can promise you that! *winks* PS: Some future scenes might contain a threesome (or even foursome *cough*), be prepared.
Stay safe, everyone~ ❤︎