Hot water cascades over my body as I watch suds float down the drain. My cock is already hard in anticipation of the scene we’re shooting today. This was supposed to be the scene where I bottom, but since Rebel switched it up, I’m supposed to eat Brewer’s ass and frot to completion.

Even with this one-week reprieve, I know the clock is running down on my chance to find someone else to fuck me before Brewer can. The fucked-up thing is that in the past few weeks, Brewer has become the person who knows me best. Jesus, just thinking that is like bizzaro world.

Maybe, in some ways, Brewer isn’t as bad as I thought he was. He’s not as shallow as he always seemed. Granted, he still makes dumb as hell comments and fucks his way through life. But, maybe I don’t hate him like I thought I did. Not that I like him. I huff at my errant thoughts and shut off the water.

“Hey, grizzly,” Brewer greets when I step out of the shower.

“Hey, fuckboy,” I respond with a hint of a smile.

He’s changing into his construction worker costume, and I allow myself a few seconds to appreciate the view of his nice round ass as he bends over to pull up his pants. I absentmindedly stroke myself once, twice...a quiet moan escapes my lips when he turns around with an obvious erection straining against his pants.

“Looking forward to my tongue in your ass?” I tease in a husky voice.

“Mmmm, I do love a good rimming.”

I chuckle and shake my head. What must it be like to just say whatever inappropriate, sexy, ridiculous thing that pops into your head completely unashamed?   

I grab a towel and dry off quickly. Then I dress in the construction worker costume for a fourth time and head down to set.

“Hey guys, you ready to get to work?” Rebel asks when we reach the bottom of the stairs.

“Born ready,” Brewer declares, and I simply nod.

“Just so you both know, Tank’s bottoming scene is in three weeks. We have next week off for the convention in San Francisco, then we’ve got a scene where Tank goes down on Brewer, then Tank bottoms. We clear on that timeline?”

I gulp and my ass clenches involuntarily. Glancing over at Brewer, I find him looking uncomfortable under Rebel’s questioning gaze.

“Crystal clear, boss,” Brewer gives Rebel a salute and then turns and does the same to Bear.

Three weeks to get fucked off camera or let the world watch me bottom for the first time.

I look at Brewer again, and he’s giving me a strange look, almost like there’s something he wants to say but can’t. Is it possible he knows I haven’t ever bottomed? It’s not that big of a stretch to assume I haven’t, given my presentation. Even gay men tend to buy into stereotypes.

“Ready on set?” Bear asks, prompting us to hustle into place. The set is a construction site again, with scaffolding and tools everywhere.

I take a few deep breaths and mentally shake off everything other than the job at hand. Nothing matters right now except getting off with Brewer. A warm tingle starts in the pit of my stomach at that thought and strokes my dick back to hardness.

“Action,” Bear calls.

“I saw you looking at me today,” Brewer accuses, easily slipping into character.

“I was looking because you were doing a shitty job, and I need to make sure the place we’re building won’t fall down once we’re finished,” I taunt, letting venom seep into my tone.

“Oh yeah? Is that why your dick was hard, too?” he teases, stepping close to me and palming my erection through my pants.

I grunt in irritation, slapping his hand away just like I would in real life.

“Hard work makes me horny; it has nothing to do with you, asshole.”

“Hard work makes me horny, too.” Brewer unzips his pants to expose his hard, throbbing cock. “If we’re both horny, we might as well do something about it.”

I grunt my agreement and quickly drop my own pants. Brewer kicks out of his shoes and steps out of his pants. With my own pants discarded, I grab Brewer by the throat—not hard, but making it look like I’m getting rough with him. His breath catches and his cock twitches against my hip. Huh, fuckboy likes it.

“Grab that beam and bend over,” I instruct gruffly, giving him a shove as I release my hold on him. Brewer’s eyes blaze with heat that could easily be indignation or lust, maybe a bit of both. But he does as I tell him—I assume because it was in the script, but a possessive voice in the back of my mind insists it’s because he wants me to touch him.

I run my hand along his back, following the slope to his ass, and then I grab both of his round cheeks in my hands and spread them apart so I can see his hole. I can feel a camera over my shoulder, no doubt zooming in to capture the sight of his pretty pink pucker.

I spit on his hole and use my thumb to rub it around. Brewer pants loudly, and for some reason, I find it irritating to know the sounds are only for the show of it. I shake my head at myself. Of course, it’s for the show of it; we’re doing a job.

I growl low in my throat as I ease my thumb into his tight entrance, and he whimpers.

“Mmmm, you like my ass, grizzly bear?” Brewer taunts and then stills when he realizes what he just said. He whips his head over to where Bear and Rebel are standing. “Shit, can we edit that out? The world doesn’t need to know my stupid nickname for Tank that just slipped out.”

Bear nods and makes a motion with his hand for us to continue. I breathe a sigh of relief, but the slip leaves me feeling a bit off balance for reasons I can’t put my finger on.

After a few more minutes of playing with his ass with my fingers, I drop to my knees like the script indicated I should.

I nip at the swell of Brewer’s left ass cheek, and he lets out a funny little squeal.

“Sorry, that tickled,” he laughs, and I press my face against his thigh to hide my own smile. It looks like poor post production is going to have their work cut out for them with this one.

Forcing a neutral expression, I get back to the task at hand, avoiding the apparently ticklish spot where Brewer’s ass meets his thigh. The musky, salty taste of Brewer’s skin under my tongue makes my dick ache.

I drag my tongue from his balls up to his hole, making Brewer shudder and moan. I lick around his rim, kneading his cheeks in my hands and dragging increasingly desperate sounds from him.

I alternate between long licks around his rim and probing my tongue inside his softening hole. Brewer thrusts his ass back against my face moaning and begging for more. I reach between my legs and stroke myself.

“Please, I’m close,” Brewer warns, his hand finding its way to his dick.

I stand and spin Brewer around, taking a second to catalogue his flushed cheeks and the need in his eyes. I press my body against his, lining up our cocks so I can fist them in one hand.

Brewer lets out a strangled cry as I begin to jerk our cocks furiously with only a little spit and our precum as lube. He claws at my chest, his head falling back on a desperate moan.

“Oh god, oh fuck. I’m coming,” he gasps, and I grunt my approval, adding the slightest twist when I reach our heads, and gathering his cum as it spurts into my palm. With the added lubrication, I jerk myself harder, faster as Brewer rides out the final waves of his orgasm. I groan loudly as my own cock gives a hard pulse, and I coat Brewer in my own release.

I milk every last drop and then lift my cum covered hand to Brewer’s mouth. He opens lazily and licks my hand clean when it comes close enough. On a whim, I pull him in for kiss when he’s finished, wanting to taste our combined release on his tongue.

“Cut,” Rebel calls.

I let out a long breath as I release Brewer, feeling like my brain entered into a strange fog during that scene.

“We good?” I check. Rebel nods, and I take the towel that’s thrown at me from one of the crew.

I wipe a few stray drops off cum off both of us, and then Brewer and I head back to the locker room in silence.

“Good work today,” I say awkwardly as Brewer pulls his own pants back on.

“Thanks, you, too, teddy bear.” He shoots me a playful smile over his shoulder. “Do you, um, want to study together or anything? I mean, you probably have other things to do today, which is fine, I just—”

“Yeah, that sounds great. Let me grab a shower real quick first?”

“Okay, yeah, that sounds good.”

A strange, light feeling follows me to the showers and is still lingering when I towel off. I can’t put my finger on it, but I almost think it has something to do with Brewer.