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The room is bathed in soft lighting. Sparse furniture. A floor lamp in the corner casting a soft orange glow; a desk in the corner, pens and sheets of paper spread on it messily; and against the wall, a king size bed. Pillows scattered across the floor. Covers lying there, abandoned.
On the bed, Boom is sitting on top of Aou, his legs caging him under his body, Aou’s hands on his waist, holding him close to his chest.
They’re kissing. Sweet. Gentle. Soft.
Boom runs his hands through Aou’s hair, clasping the strands gently as he feels Aou’s tongue caress his, the touch soft and teasing.
Aou’s hands play with the hem of his t-shirt, slowly slipping under the fabric to touch his skin. One hand going up his back. Exploring. The other pressed against the small of his back, pushing him closer. Their bodies fitting like two puzzle pieces.
His lips brush against Boom’s mouth softly, trailing sideways to his cheek. Alternating between gentle presses and playful licks. Going up his jaw to his ear. Taking the lobe between his teeth, letting his tongue run over it.
Boom feels shivers run down his spine. Goosebumps on his skin. A trail of fire following Aou’s hands and mouth. His hips buckle.
“More,” he moans, voice low, his head thrown back.
“Cut!”
Boom freezes. Under him, Aou is just as still, like a statue. Almost like he’s afraid to move.
“You’re not supposed to talk, Boom,” the director reprimands him.
Boom feels like someone just threw a bucket of cold water on him. In an instant, the bubble him and Aou were in bursts. Their surroundings re-emerge from the shadows. The cameras and mics. The filming crew; some gaping at them, some looking anywhere but towards the bed.
Boom feels embarrassed.
“Sorry,” he says, his back still facing the director, his head low, avoiding Aou’s eyes.
“Let’s take ten everyone.”
Crew members shuffle out of the room; the director’s grumbles slowly fading away as he leaves the set. Aou and Boom are left alone. The air around them stills, like time has stopped running. Like the Earth has stopped rotating.
“Are you okay, Phi?”
Boom doesn’t answer. He can’t. He can’t move either, his body still frozen on top of Aou. He feels Aou’s hands drawing soothing circles against his back.
“Jelly?”
Aou grabs Boom’s chin gently, lifting his face.
“It’s okay.”
Boom stares in his eyes. Fondness, trust, warmth, silent reassurance; Boom can read them all. He lets his head fall down on Aou’s shoulder, exhaling softly.
“I’m sorry, Aou.” He pauses. “I don’t know what happened.”
He feels Aou’s chest shake lightly. A soft laugh close to his ear. A fond ruffle of his hair.
“It’s okay. These things happen.”
Boom huffs. He wants to tell Aou it isn’t supposed to happen. It’s acting. He’s not supposed to react this way to the other man’s touch.
Aou doesn’t give him time to say anything.
“You know,” he tells Boom. “I’m actually glad the director stopped us. I was getting a bit carried away too, to be honest.”
Boom moves back, staring at him with wide eyes.
“Huh?”
Aou has a teasing grin on his face. A dangerous glint in his eyes. He leans forward, his mouth brushing against Boom’s ear.
“When you moaned like that, I almost couldn’t hold myself back.”
Boom shivers. From Aou’s words, from the soft exhale that hits his ear, or from the way Aou’s hands tug at his waist, pulling him closer to him, he’s not certain.
Aou closes the distance between them, but before his lips can touch his mouth, Boom moves back.
“Wait! What are you doing?”
“Continuing from where we left off?”
Boom looks at him, unimpressed.
“Here? Anybody could come back anytime.” He gestures at the room around them. “Not to mention the cameras and mics…”
Aou shrugs.
“They’re not on.”
He pushes Boom gently off his lap, gets up from the bed and walks to the door. Locks it. Turning around, he shoots a playful grin at Boom.
“See? Now nobody can disturb us.”
Boom gapes at him. In shock.
“Are you serious?”
Aou nods.
“You didn’t say no,” he observes.
Boom flushes, Aou’s words spot on.
Aou walks to the side of the room to retrieve his phone, typing on it furiously, his fingers flying across the screen, before he tosses it on the desk.
“I asked the crew for some more time. Said you needed to calm down.”
He grins at Boom, proud of himself.
“Did you just throw me under the bus because you’re horny?”
Aou laughs.
“Is it really considered throwing you under the bus when you moaned in front of everyone just minutes ago?” he retorts.
Boom feels his whole face heat up.
“Shut up,” he mumbles, embarrassed.
Aou doesn’t answer. Instead, he walks back to the bed, crawling on it until he’s in front of Boom. He pushes him back, his body on top of him as soon as Boom’s back hits the mattress. He lets a hand trail up Boom’s neck, to his cheek, stroking the skin gently.
“Your skin is so soft,” he whispers before leaning in.
Boom stops him, his fingers against Aou’s lips.
“Wait,” he says, voice barely audible. “Is this really okay?”
Aou stares at him blankly.
“I mean, won’t things change between us?”
“I don’t know,” Aou admits. “But I’m willing to risk it.”
“Just because you’re horny?”
Aou shakes his head.
“Because it’s you.”
Boom flushes at his words.
“I don’t know if I should be offended,” he mumbles.
Aou chuckles. He kisses Boom’s palm, his lips brushing the skin softly. Tenderly.
“Don’t be. I mean, you’re part of my life anyway. And this,” he gestures between them, “won’t change what I feel for you.”
Boom wants to ask Aou what he feels. But he doesn’t, too afraid to hear his answer. Instead, he lets his hand rest on Aou’s shoulder and leans forward, pressing his lips against Aou’s mouth.
He pulls back after a second, looking at Aou to gauge his reaction. He freezes. Aou is looking at him with so much warmth it makes his heart skip a beat.
“You’re really cute, you know that?”
Boom feels like his face will never cool down if Aou doesn’t stop behaving the way he does. All flirty and playful. Sweet. Almost too sweet for Boom to handle.
“Stop making fun of me,” he mutters.
“I’m not,” Aou denies. “It’s not my fault you’re too cute.”
He laughs fondly as Boom shakes his head, sighing. Then his gaze becomes softer. His fingers brush against Boom’s lips.
“Can I kiss you?”
Boom nods.
Aou leans in slowly, until his lips are only a few inches away from Boom’s mouth, their breaths mingling. Waiting. Anticipating.
Boom closes the distance between them. He feels Aou’s smile against his lips as he kisses back. Slow. Soft. Yearning. Natural. Like their lips were meant to meet, to touch. It feels different from the kisses they have shared for the cameras. More intimate. Real. Aou kisses down Boom’s face, nuzzling his neck, leaving wet trails as he tastes Boom’s skin.
Boom wraps his arms around Aou’s neck, one of his hands running through his hair. Gripping the strands softly to ground himself. He bends one leg, hooking it around Aou’s waist, thrusting up against his abdomen.
Aou groans against his neck, the sound reverberating against Boom’s skin, sending delicious shivers down his spine. His legs push at Boom’s thighs, opening them wider, his hips buckling.
Leaning on his knees, he lets his hands trail down Boom’s body, to the waistband of his pants. Lowering them down his thighs before removing them, doing the same with his own pants. One of his hands goes back up to hold Boom’s hand, intertwining their fingers. The other grabs Boom’s thigh, hiking it up his back, pulling Boom’s body closer to him.
Boom’s free hand drops down between their bodies, his fingers wrapping around them both, making them groan at the sensation. His movements are slow, Aou thrusting up in his hand to increase the friction.
“Aou, please,” Boom moans, not even sure what he wants Aou to do.
But Aou understands him anyway. He dives in, his mouth opening as it touches Boom’s lips, his tongue pushing inside to taste Boom’s sweetness. His hand lifts from Boom’s thigh to his t-shirt, pushing it up his chest and over his head. His own t-shirt is discarded just as fast, both garments thrown carelessly on the floor. Their lips find each other again right away, their hands clasped back together.
Aou lets his free hand roam Boom’s chest. Soft caresses. Firm presses with the pads of his fingers. Then his hand trails down lower. Opposite Boom’s hand. Their fingers intertwined. Both hands moving in sync.
It doesn’t take them long to be pushed over the edge. Their hips moving in rhythm, thrusting into the heat of their joined hands. Their lips stuck together, swallowing each other’s moans. Aou supporting his weight on his forearm, his fingers intertwined with Boom’s, his thumb stroking Boom’s wrist in a gentle caress.
Aou collapses on top of Boom, both men breathing heavily. He nuzzles Boom’s neck, his lips brushing against the skin gently, leaving soft pecks. Like he can’t help himself. Boom strokes his hair tenderly, burying his nose in the strands. Inhaling deeply. Reveling in the scent; a mix of vanilla and something distinctly Aou.
After their breaths slow down, Aou stretches his arm out, taking some tissues from the nightstand to clean up the mess on their stomachs.
“We’d better get dressed before they come knocking on the door,” he tells Boom, pushing himself off his body.
Boom stops him, a hand on his arm, his eyes wary.
“Are we okay?”
Aou nods, chuckling. He leans forward to press his lips against Boom’s mouth.
“I’d say we’re more than okay.”
He gets up from the bed, puts his clothes back on before walking to the door to unlock it. Just as he’s about to open the door, he turns around, shooting a teasing grin at Boom.
“Next time we shoot an NC scene, let’s prepare beforehand.”
Boom splutters, his whole face red.
***
After the crew comes back, they finish shooting the scene in no time.
“You really needed the break,” the director tells Boom, patting him on the back. “You did great.”
Boom flushes. Behind him, he hears Aou snicker.
“He sure did.”