"Sunset Road" - An AU RPS Story - Chapter Five
Continuation of my story, with Heath and Jake as actors on a nighttime soap opera.
Chapter Five
Jake’s bedroom was dominated by a huge, four-poster bed. Tossing the bag to the floor, Jake pushed Heath onto the bed, climbed on top of him, and began kissing him fiercely.
“Jake, wait,” Heath said.
Jake looked down at him with a small frown. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong is that we’ve got too many clothes on.”
“Oh. Yeah.” Jake got off the bed and quickly divested himself of his t-shirt and sweats, leaving Heath gasping at the sight of his naked body.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Heath said.
“Now, you.”
Sitting up, Heath took off his own t-shirt, then his shoes and jeans.
“Well, well…I’m not the only one who went commando tonight,” Jake said. He looked over Heath’s body. “Very nice.”
Heath climbed back onto the bed. “Come here, you,” he said. Jake returned to his arms and soon they were rolling around on the bed, kissing and murmuring words of desire:
“You feel so good, Jake.”
“Yes, touch me there.”
“You’re incredible.”
“So are you.”
“I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you.”
“God, Heath…I think I wanted you, too.”
With both of them highly aroused, it wasn’t long before Jake wrapped his legs around Heath’s hips and whispered, “Do it, Heath. Fuck me now.”
Heath reached down and grabbed the bag from off the floor. With shaking hands, he opened the box of condoms and took one out. Then he got the lube and put it on the dresser beside the bed. As Jake watched, Heath rolled the condom down his large cock and slicked it up with the lube.
“Put some on me,” Jake said. “In me.” He put his knees up to his chest and spread them wide.
Heath coated two fingers and slid them into Jake’s waiting hole. Jake squirmed, saying, “Aah, aah,” as Heath turned his fingers this way and that, stretching Jake’s channel. Finally, they were both ready, and Heath pushed his cock inside.
The feeling was glorious. Jake was so warm inside, and his inner muscles clamped around Heath like a vise. For a moment he couldn’t move, so overwhelmed was he with the feeling. He gazed down at Jake, whose eyes were wide and shining, and asked, “You all right? Does it hurt?”
“Yeah,” Jake admitted. “But, start moving. I’m sure it’ll get better.”
Heath began slowly moving in and out. Jake reached up and held onto Heath’s biceps. He pumped his hips in tune with Heath’s thrusts, as they gradually began to get faster.
“God!” Heath called out. “You feel incredible!” Then, he changed his angle slightly, and it was Jake’s turn to cry out in pleasure:
“Heath! Yes, right there!” He took one hand from Heath’s arm, wrapped it around his own dick, and started stroking himself.
Seeing that, Heath completely lost it. His thrusts became harder, more powerful, until finally he could no longer hold it in. He came into the condom with a satisfied shout. Jake was right behind him, jerking himself at lightning speed, until he, too, climaxed, he cream spurting all over his chest..
Afterward, Heath disposed of the condom, and Jake got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself off. When he came back, he and Heath crawled under the covers and laid in each other’s arms.
“That was…amazing,” Jake said.
“Yeah, it was,” said Heath. He sighed contentedly.
“You hungry? I could make us something to eat.”
“You cook?”
“Yes. And I’m pretty good at it, if I do say so myself,” Jake said.
“Maybe in a little bit,” Heath said. Right now, he just wanted to lay there and hold Jake and not think about anything in particular. Especially not--”Shit,” he said suddenly.
“What is it?” Jake asked.
Heath closed his eyes. “What are we gonna do tomorrow?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, on the set. What if they can tell, somehow, that we…you know…”
“Heath, tomorrow is Saturday. We won’t have to worry about all that for another couple of days.”
“Oh.”
“Now, shut up and kiss me,” Jake said. So, Heath did.
They spent the rest of the weekend holed up in Jake’s apartment, fucking, eating, watching TV, and fucking some more. They didn’t put their clothes back on until Sunday evening, when Heath got ready to go back home.
“This was the best weekend of my life,” Heath said, standing at Jake’s door.
“Mine, too,” Jake replied. “I had a lot of fun.”
“So, what should we do about tomorrow?”
Jake bit his lip. “I don’t know. I definitely don’t think we should tell anybody. Not yet, anyway.”
“But, what if they find out, somehow?” Heath asked.
“I don’t think they’ll find out,” Jake said. “Not unless we start acting all stupid around each other.”
“I guess you’re right,” Heath said, but he wasn’t completely convinced. Anne, Michelle, and Linda had known something was up after he and Jake had kissed; surely they would be able to tell that something else had happened over the weekend. He would just have to remember that on the set, he was Ennis, not Heath, and Ennis did not have those kinds of feelings for Jack. He would really have to call upon his acting skills - especially when the cameras stopped rolling. “I better get home now,” he told Jake.
“See you bright and early tomorrow morning,” Jake said. He leaned in and gave Heath a kiss on the mouth. “Thanks again for a great time.”
“Do you…”
“Do I what?”
Heath looked away. “Do you think we’ll do it again?”
Jake laughed. “I sure hope so!”
Heath headed home, feeling warm inside. As he rode a cab back to his apartment, he couldn’t keep from smiling to himself. His weekend with Jake had been nothing short of magical. He’d never imagined that he could feel this way about another guy. “Friends with benefits,” is that what they called it? Whatever; it was fantastic.
The smile on his face quickly faded when he saw the photographers outside his apartment building. This time, there were two of them; one had a video camera that said TMZ on it. Heath groaned inside. He almost asked the cab driver to take him back to Jake’s but in the end, he got out and faced the music.
“Heath! Heath! Where were you this weekend?”
“No comment,” Heath said, hurrying to his door.
“Did you have a good time?”
“I said, no comment!” He went inside and slammed the door. He could hear the two guys outside, talking to one another. One of them said, “Yep; same clothes he was wearing Friday night!”
“Shit,” Heath said. Now it was going to be all over TV, that he hadn’t changed his clothes all weekend. “Let the speculation begin.”
Monday morning, Heath arrived on the set early, and practiced his poker face in the mirror. When Jake arrived, he said simply, “Morning,” and went back to looking at his script.
“Good morning,” Jake said, smiling big. He closed the dressing room door, walked over and squeezed Heath’s shoulder before going to his own table and sitting down.
“I’m Ennis, I’m Ennis,” Heath mumbled.
“What was that?” Jake asked.
“I’m Ennis, and you’re Jack,” Heath said.
“That’s right. So?”
Heath lowered his voice as he said, “So…we can’t be doing stuff like that on the set. Ennis and Jack’s relationship isn’t like that.”
“Sorry,” Jake said, his own voice low. “I won’t touch you anymore. Not here, anyway.”
“Good. Thanks. It’s just… distracting.”
A voice from the other side of the door called out, “Time for make-up, guys!” And their day officially began.
Ennis’ confrontation with Old Man Twist was the first to be filmed that day. Heath and Peter McRobbie, the man playing Jack’s father, nailed the scene in one take. “Perfect!” said Mr. Lee. “Print it!” Heath was pleased with himself. He shook Peter’s hand and went to wardrobe to get into his clothes for his next scene, which was with Jake.
The second scene was a little more difficult for him at first. Having to look at Jake, into Jake’s eyes, and pretend they were only friends proved problematic - until he took a few moments and got himself together. I’m Ennis, he thought. I can do this, damn it. At last, at the fifth take, they got the scene right. Heath’s confidence was shaken a bit.
“You did a great job,” Jake told him.
“I kept fucking up,” Heath said quietly.
“It happens. Don’t worry about it. Your first scene was done in one take; that was amazing. You can’t get it right the first time all the time.”
“I guess so.”
“You’re a good actor, Heath.”
Heath smiled. “Thanks. You are, too.”
Their eyes met, and held, until Heath turned away and walked back to the dressing room.
TBC
Chapter Five
Jake’s bedroom was dominated by a huge, four-poster bed. Tossing the bag to the floor, Jake pushed Heath onto the bed, climbed on top of him, and began kissing him fiercely.
“Jake, wait,” Heath said.
Jake looked down at him with a small frown. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong is that we’ve got too many clothes on.”
“Oh. Yeah.” Jake got off the bed and quickly divested himself of his t-shirt and sweats, leaving Heath gasping at the sight of his naked body.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Heath said.
“Now, you.”
Sitting up, Heath took off his own t-shirt, then his shoes and jeans.
“Well, well…I’m not the only one who went commando tonight,” Jake said. He looked over Heath’s body. “Very nice.”
Heath climbed back onto the bed. “Come here, you,” he said. Jake returned to his arms and soon they were rolling around on the bed, kissing and murmuring words of desire:
“You feel so good, Jake.”
“Yes, touch me there.”
“You’re incredible.”
“So are you.”
“I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you.”
“God, Heath…I think I wanted you, too.”
With both of them highly aroused, it wasn’t long before Jake wrapped his legs around Heath’s hips and whispered, “Do it, Heath. Fuck me now.”
Heath reached down and grabbed the bag from off the floor. With shaking hands, he opened the box of condoms and took one out. Then he got the lube and put it on the dresser beside the bed. As Jake watched, Heath rolled the condom down his large cock and slicked it up with the lube.
“Put some on me,” Jake said. “In me.” He put his knees up to his chest and spread them wide.
Heath coated two fingers and slid them into Jake’s waiting hole. Jake squirmed, saying, “Aah, aah,” as Heath turned his fingers this way and that, stretching Jake’s channel. Finally, they were both ready, and Heath pushed his cock inside.
The feeling was glorious. Jake was so warm inside, and his inner muscles clamped around Heath like a vise. For a moment he couldn’t move, so overwhelmed was he with the feeling. He gazed down at Jake, whose eyes were wide and shining, and asked, “You all right? Does it hurt?”
“Yeah,” Jake admitted. “But, start moving. I’m sure it’ll get better.”
Heath began slowly moving in and out. Jake reached up and held onto Heath’s biceps. He pumped his hips in tune with Heath’s thrusts, as they gradually began to get faster.
“God!” Heath called out. “You feel incredible!” Then, he changed his angle slightly, and it was Jake’s turn to cry out in pleasure:
“Heath! Yes, right there!” He took one hand from Heath’s arm, wrapped it around his own dick, and started stroking himself.
Seeing that, Heath completely lost it. His thrusts became harder, more powerful, until finally he could no longer hold it in. He came into the condom with a satisfied shout. Jake was right behind him, jerking himself at lightning speed, until he, too, climaxed, he cream spurting all over his chest..
Afterward, Heath disposed of the condom, and Jake got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself off. When he came back, he and Heath crawled under the covers and laid in each other’s arms.
“That was…amazing,” Jake said.
“Yeah, it was,” said Heath. He sighed contentedly.
“You hungry? I could make us something to eat.”
“You cook?”
“Yes. And I’m pretty good at it, if I do say so myself,” Jake said.
“Maybe in a little bit,” Heath said. Right now, he just wanted to lay there and hold Jake and not think about anything in particular. Especially not--”Shit,” he said suddenly.
“What is it?” Jake asked.
Heath closed his eyes. “What are we gonna do tomorrow?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, on the set. What if they can tell, somehow, that we…you know…”
“Heath, tomorrow is Saturday. We won’t have to worry about all that for another couple of days.”
“Oh.”
“Now, shut up and kiss me,” Jake said. So, Heath did.
They spent the rest of the weekend holed up in Jake’s apartment, fucking, eating, watching TV, and fucking some more. They didn’t put their clothes back on until Sunday evening, when Heath got ready to go back home.
“This was the best weekend of my life,” Heath said, standing at Jake’s door.
“Mine, too,” Jake replied. “I had a lot of fun.”
“So, what should we do about tomorrow?”
Jake bit his lip. “I don’t know. I definitely don’t think we should tell anybody. Not yet, anyway.”
“But, what if they find out, somehow?” Heath asked.
“I don’t think they’ll find out,” Jake said. “Not unless we start acting all stupid around each other.”
“I guess you’re right,” Heath said, but he wasn’t completely convinced. Anne, Michelle, and Linda had known something was up after he and Jake had kissed; surely they would be able to tell that something else had happened over the weekend. He would just have to remember that on the set, he was Ennis, not Heath, and Ennis did not have those kinds of feelings for Jack. He would really have to call upon his acting skills - especially when the cameras stopped rolling. “I better get home now,” he told Jake.
“See you bright and early tomorrow morning,” Jake said. He leaned in and gave Heath a kiss on the mouth. “Thanks again for a great time.”
“Do you…”
“Do I what?”
Heath looked away. “Do you think we’ll do it again?”
Jake laughed. “I sure hope so!”
Heath headed home, feeling warm inside. As he rode a cab back to his apartment, he couldn’t keep from smiling to himself. His weekend with Jake had been nothing short of magical. He’d never imagined that he could feel this way about another guy. “Friends with benefits,” is that what they called it? Whatever; it was fantastic.
The smile on his face quickly faded when he saw the photographers outside his apartment building. This time, there were two of them; one had a video camera that said TMZ on it. Heath groaned inside. He almost asked the cab driver to take him back to Jake’s but in the end, he got out and faced the music.
“Heath! Heath! Where were you this weekend?”
“No comment,” Heath said, hurrying to his door.
“Did you have a good time?”
“I said, no comment!” He went inside and slammed the door. He could hear the two guys outside, talking to one another. One of them said, “Yep; same clothes he was wearing Friday night!”
“Shit,” Heath said. Now it was going to be all over TV, that he hadn’t changed his clothes all weekend. “Let the speculation begin.”
Monday morning, Heath arrived on the set early, and practiced his poker face in the mirror. When Jake arrived, he said simply, “Morning,” and went back to looking at his script.
“Good morning,” Jake said, smiling big. He closed the dressing room door, walked over and squeezed Heath’s shoulder before going to his own table and sitting down.
“I’m Ennis, I’m Ennis,” Heath mumbled.
“What was that?” Jake asked.
“I’m Ennis, and you’re Jack,” Heath said.
“That’s right. So?”
Heath lowered his voice as he said, “So…we can’t be doing stuff like that on the set. Ennis and Jack’s relationship isn’t like that.”
“Sorry,” Jake said, his own voice low. “I won’t touch you anymore. Not here, anyway.”
“Good. Thanks. It’s just… distracting.”
A voice from the other side of the door called out, “Time for make-up, guys!” And their day officially began.
Ennis’ confrontation with Old Man Twist was the first to be filmed that day. Heath and Peter McRobbie, the man playing Jack’s father, nailed the scene in one take. “Perfect!” said Mr. Lee. “Print it!” Heath was pleased with himself. He shook Peter’s hand and went to wardrobe to get into his clothes for his next scene, which was with Jake.
The second scene was a little more difficult for him at first. Having to look at Jake, into Jake’s eyes, and pretend they were only friends proved problematic - until he took a few moments and got himself together. I’m Ennis, he thought. I can do this, damn it. At last, at the fifth take, they got the scene right. Heath’s confidence was shaken a bit.
“You did a great job,” Jake told him.
“I kept fucking up,” Heath said quietly.
“It happens. Don’t worry about it. Your first scene was done in one take; that was amazing. You can’t get it right the first time all the time.”
“I guess so.”
“You’re a good actor, Heath.”
Heath smiled. “Thanks. You are, too.”
Their eyes met, and held, until Heath turned away and walked back to the dressing room.
TBC