35 days! ONLY FIVE WEEKS.
Sequel to Red and Blue, a porn star AU. People ASKED and I am EASY.
Fraser wasn’t allowed to watch Ray work, not after the first time. He wasn’t like the other boyfriends and girlfriends who got jealous when forced to deal with what it was their partner did- those ones never lasted very long, anyway. No, Fraser was kicked off set because he wouldn’t stop giggling, not that he called it that.
“I can’t believe the things they make you say,” Fraser managed to spit out between laughs, after Ray threw on a robe and dragged him out into one of the studio hallways.
“Most people don’t pay much attention to the words, Fraser.”
“It’s just so ridiculous, and the faces he was making- he looked scared more than anything else.”
“Yes, that’s it, he’s afraid of my gigantic cock,” Ray was pleased to note the faint flush on Fraser’s cheeks at that. “But seriously, maybe it’d be better if you just stayed out here. The sooner we get this scene done, the sooner I can get dressed and we can go get dinner, okay?”
“Perhaps you’re right, but, ah, Ray?”
“Yeah?”
Fraser gestured down to the clean line of Ray’s robe.
So maybe seeing his boyfriend going into hysterics behind the camera had taken him out of the right mindset. “Fuck, now I gotta hit one of the fluffers and shit, they’ll probably have to redo the oil, too.”
Fraser licked his lips, “If you don’t think Ren would mind…”
And then Ray was pinned up against the wall as Fraser’s tongue swept into his mouth, teasing Ray’s tongue as his hand slipped inside Ray’s robe, tugging at his reawakening cock. Ray wrapped an arm around Fraser’s neck, his grip was firm and Ray’s hips began moving in a counter rhythm with Fraser’s hand, but he had to pull away.
“You’re not supposed to finish,” he murmured against Fraser’s lips.
“Ah, of course,” Fraser agreed, releasing Ray’s cock; he let his hand slide along the line of Ray’s hip instead.
“Not until later, at least.” Ray winked at him, before pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Wait here, I’ll be done as soon as I can.”
Fraser wasn’t allowed to watch Ray work, not after the first time. He wasn’t like the other boyfriends and girlfriends who got jealous when forced to deal with what it was their partner did- those ones never lasted very long, anyway. No, Fraser was kicked off set because he wouldn’t stop giggling, not that he called it that.
“I can’t believe the things they make you say,” Fraser managed to spit out between laughs, after Ray threw on a robe and dragged him out into one of the studio hallways.
“Most people don’t pay much attention to the words, Fraser.”
“It’s just so ridiculous, and the faces he was making- he looked scared more than anything else.”
“Yes, that’s it, he’s afraid of my gigantic cock,” Ray was pleased to note the faint flush on Fraser’s cheeks at that. “But seriously, maybe it’d be better if you just stayed out here. The sooner we get this scene done, the sooner I can get dressed and we can go get dinner, okay?”
“Perhaps you’re right, but, ah, Ray?”
“Yeah?”
Fraser gestured down to the clean line of Ray’s robe.
So maybe seeing his boyfriend going into hysterics behind the camera had taken him out of the right mindset. “Fuck, now I gotta hit one of the fluffers and shit, they’ll probably have to redo the oil, too.”
Fraser licked his lips, “If you don’t think Ren would mind…”
And then Ray was pinned up against the wall as Fraser’s tongue swept into his mouth, teasing Ray’s tongue as his hand slipped inside Ray’s robe, tugging at his reawakening cock. Ray wrapped an arm around Fraser’s neck, his grip was firm and Ray’s hips began moving in a counter rhythm with Fraser’s hand, but he had to pull away.
“You’re not supposed to finish,” he murmured against Fraser’s lips.
“Ah, of course,” Fraser agreed, releasing Ray’s cock; he let his hand slide along the line of Ray’s hip instead.
“Not until later, at least.” Ray winked at him, before pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Wait here, I’ll be done as soon as I can.”