When making a movie

Pressing the ice bag against his now blackened eye, Colin Maxwell winced, the cold ice hardly soothing his aching eye. Brushing back strands of strawberry-blonde hair, he moved to right one of the chairs that had been knocked over during the fight. Colin laughed bitterly at that thought. Calling it a fight didn’t seem like the right word for it though, seeing as how a fight was between two people, and the only thing he did was get thrown around and punched. There had been no fighting on his part.

“Yet another dinner spoiled by the stupidity of me,” he muttered to himself, sighing softly as he walked out of the bathroom.

After the punch to the face, and being thrown and tripping over a few chairs, which had resulted in him hitting his head on the table, he had passed out. When he’d come to, Colin had no idea where Adam had run off. If it was the same place his boyfriend usually went to, that meant he would be getting a visit from Adam’s older brother some time soon.

Scrubbing at the stubborn stain on the floor, the left over remnants ste steak-and-mashed-potato dinner, Colin paused as he heard the front door open. ‘There’s no way in hell that could be Adam’ Colin thought. It had to be Adam’s brother, but since when had Adam’s brother had the key?

Quickly getting to his feet, Colin walked over to the sink, quietly sliding open the kitchen drawer, retrieving a steak knife. So far, he could hear no footsteps, and who ever it was in his house had not introduced themselves. Just then, he heard footsteps on the wooden floor of the living room, and he was glad for once that he had let Adam convince him not to put in new carpet after their last fight.

The footsteps suddenly took a turn, the person making their way to the kitchen now. Glad that he was wearing no shoes, Colin crept to the little corner where the refrigerator had once been, until Adam had decided to move it so that he would not have a place to hide anymore.

Since stealth was not something he had been taught in college, he simply pressed his shirt-clothed back against the wall, gripping the knife tightly by the handle. He’d seen this sort of thing done countless times in those stupid karate movies Adam was always making him watch. ‘Well, here’s to me not getting killed’ he thought to himself, which was strange how calm his thoughts were at the moment.

Seeing a foot, and then a leg step into the kitchen, he sprang from his hiding place, sending the knife flying towards the intruder.

Only to end up slammed on his back.

Taking a few minutes for his eyes to stop spinning, Colin’s eyes sprang wide open as he found himself looking up into the face of a brown haired man with green eyes. The same green eyes that he had stared up into countless times while being pounded into by his boyfriend. Except, there was a scar over the left eye of this man, his lover had no such scar.

“Ryan!” Colin exclaimed, finally releasing the knife, and thus ending the torment on his twisted wrist. Quickly sitting up, he rubbed at his wrist, wincing a little. Now he had another sore part to deal with, still staring up at the other man in surprise.

Ryan Byre, his boyfriend’s older brother, was at six-feet-four, nearly identical to his younger brother. Both of them had that same light brown hair, the only difference being that Ryan’s was slightly shorter than Adam’s. Both had those beautiful emerald eyes, the kind that Colin feared looking into, seeing as how he always felt they would trap him. And they both had that award winning million dollar smiles.

They were both perfect, and sometimes, when Colin was in his darker moods, it made him sick. Adam made him feel like he would never be good enough, and Ryan always made him feel like he was a child that needed to be coddled and lead by the hand. Ryan treated him with a gentleness that felt almost condescending, while Adam was always straight up with his feelings.

“Playing ninja again, eh Colin?” Ryan asked; a smirk on his face as he toyed with the knife he had managed to wrestle from Colin’s hand. Despite the man’s cool and calm actions, he had been practically scared shit whe when Colin had come flying at him like that. For a moment, he had thought the man had confused him for Adam, or worse.

Still sitting on the floor, Colin looked up at Ryan, lips twisted in a frown as he glared up at the man. It took him a few minutes to get up from the floor, senses still reeling a bit. “Just what the hell were you thinking, sneaking into someone’s house like that?” the irate man asked, glaring even more as Ryan only laughed.

Ryan tossed the knife into the sink, only just seeming to take in the bruises and the black eye. Pulling Colin close, he gripped the man’s chin, looking him over. With gentle and light touches, Ryan brushed his fingers over the bruise on Ryan’s cheek, and then over his blackened eye, feeling the man flinch.

“We just had a disagreement,” Colin said, squirming his way out of Ryan’s hold.

Ryan’s lips pursed together as he heard that, though he chose not to say anything. He knew how the relationship was between his brother and Colin. He hated to see the handsome man bruised and seemingly broken, though there was a part of him that also liked seeing Colin like that. In his mind, it only added to the man’s natural beauty.

“Sure” he muttered, moving past Colin to the refrigerator, opening it. “And for your information, I was not sneaking. I didn’t know if you were asleep, or passed out. When Adam came over to my place, I got worried and came to check on you. I used his key”

Well that certainly did explain everything; it still pissed him off though. Although, he was more scared than pissed off. What if Ryan had not been able to do his karate-magic, and he ended up stabbing the man? He loved Ryan like his own brother-- no, he loved Ryan more than a brother.

“Yeah well next time you come inside, you better damn sure let someone know you’re here” Colin grumbled, moving to sit in the chair.

The next few minutes were spent in silence, Ryan going through the fridge, while Colin sat their sulking and brooding. He had been hoping that Adam would come back home, though now with Ryan here, he knew that was not going to happen. The only time Ryan came to check on him was when Adam was still pissed off.

“So, you just gonna sit there and pout?” Ryan’s voice broke through his thoughts, Colin actually jumping some as he felt the man’s hand on his shoulder. It was then he realized just how tense he was.

As Ryan’s hands began to do magic on his tense and aching muscles, Colin shivered a little. That was one of Ryan’s, and Adam’s, best points, they both knew how to give mind-blowing massages. It was the one thing that he loved about Adam, whenever they got into a huge fight, Adam would always make it up to him by giving him a massage.

“If you were in my place, you’d be pouting too” Colin muttered, moaning softly in appreciation as Ryan’s hands moved lower. “I mean. First I get the shit beat out of me by my boyfriend. Then, you come sneaking in--”

“I was not sneaking, I was just being quiet about my entrance” Ryan interrupted, grinning some at the dark look Colin gave him.

“As I was saying! Then you come sneaking-- creeping in and I nearly stabbed you. What would have happened if you hadn’t been able to do that kung-fu stuff?” Colin continued, frowning some as Ryan’s hands moved away from where they were working out a tense spot on his lower back. A few minutes later, Ryan returned, setting a shot glass on the table.

“Drink Colin, it’ll make you feel better,” Ryan said, pouring some vodka he’d found in the fridge into the glass.

Colin, who was far from being a heavy drinker, took one drink and only ended up coughing, pushing the glass away. Pure whiskey like vodka was not something Colin liked; those were all Adam’s drinks. Colin was the type who went for sweet alcoholic drinks like wine coolers.

“What the hell? That stuff is disgusting Ryan” Colin said.

The shot glass was replaced with a larger glass, the whiskey poured back in and mixed with orange juice this time. Handing the glass back to Colin with a firm instruction for him to drink it, Ryan watched as Colin cautiously sipped it. Once he realized that it would not burn his throat, Colin drank the rest of it. With orange juice mixed in, it took back the bite of the whiskey.

“Taste better now?” Ryan asked, smiling some as Colin nodded his head.

A few drinks later, and Colin was very much inebriated. No longer in the kitchen, he was in his bedroom, sitting very comfortably in Ryan’s lap, back resting against the man’s chest. He had shed his shirt and pants, only wearing his boxers. The reason being that he was hot. Ryan seemed not to mind, one arm wrapped around Colin’s waist, the other continuously pouring more whiskey into Colin’s cup. His inebriation had also helped him to get over the burning taste of the vodka, the strawberry-blonde drinking it straight.

“Yeah, it taste much better” Colin said, speech beginning to slur a little bit.

It seemed that a little bit of vodka helped to get Colin drunk, and a whole lot of vodka helped him to even further throw away his inhabitations. This was not the first time that Ryan had seen him half-clothed, though this was the first time the man had sat half-naked in his lap. Setting the bottle of vodka down onto the nightstand, he wrapped his arms around the drunken man, resting his chin on Colin’s shoulder.

“I’m glad to hear that. A man needs a good drink everyone once in a while. Especially someone who’s going through your kind of situation” Ryan said, pressing a chaste kiss against Colin’s shoulder. The next kiss, to his neck, was not so chaste.

“You’re right! I do go through a lot” Colin said, scrambling out of Ryan’s lap, moving to began pacing the room. “I cook, I clean, and I do everything Adam wants. And what do I get for it? Bam! A punch in the eye! It’s not fair!”

Sitting on the bed, Ryan did his best not to laugh as he watched this. It wasn’t funny, seeing as how abuse was never something to laugh at, though Colin’s actions right now were laughable. The way the man was pacing back and forth, muttering to himself. The way his voice was taking a slightly whiny tone to it. It was all very funny, and also, very arousing.

As Colin began to rant about how he was not a maid, as well as how hot it was getting, Ryan decide to make his move. Getting up from the bed, he walked over to Colin, taking a hold of the man’s arm, stopping his pacing.

“You are absolutely right. Adam is a fool for not treating you better,” Ryan said, pulling the man close. “You’re handsome, and sexy, Adam is an idiot for hurting that pretty face of yours. You deserve much, much better.”

Colin’s flushed face was absolutely adorable, and all that Ryan needed to throw his morals and doubts aside. It wasn’t like his brother would care anyway, for Adam; Colin was just a very convenient play toy. At least, that’s what he was going to tell himself so he did not feel like a jerk for sleeping with his brother’s lover.

Staring up at Ryan, as best he could stare with the room swirling around him; Colin smiled drunkenly. “Really? No ones ever told me that before. Most people say I’m lucky to have a guy like Adam. He’s rich, and nice looking, and rich,” Colin murmured, his flushed face turning pinker.

This only made the lecherous pervert buried deep with Ryan want to come out sooner. There was nothing he found more arousing than a weak person. Any time he was faced wi cry crying or self-pitying woman or man, he felt the need to take them to bed immediately. Maybe Adam had been right in saying he had a ‘Father-figure- fetish. Or whatever one would call the desire of wanting to play father figure to someone.

“Yes really. If I had my way, you would never be hurt ever again” Ryan said, slowly beginning to lead the man over to the bed.

“Tripping”, he and Colin tumbled to the bed. Despite his subtle movements, Colin was the one who landed on top; of course, the strawberry-blonde would not remain there for long. It was just a simple flip, and Ryan was in his rightful place, straddling the man’s waist. The view from up there was nice, a grin on his face as he looked down at the slightly panting Colin.

“Um… Ryan?” Colin asked, Ryan actually able to see the gears turning in the man’s alcohol-fuddled brain and then coming to a complete and screeching halt.

Ryan said nothing, only leaning down and pressing his lips against Colin’s. The first kiss was chaste; the second one was far from it. Nibbling gently at Ryan’s lips, he ran his tongue along the man’s lips, teasing Colin’s pliant lips until finally the man got a clue and parted his lips. Colin’s mouth tasted like alcohol, though it was something Ryan could deal with. He wasn’t the type of man to spend a lot of time kissing anyway.

Breaking the kiss, Ryan was pretty sure he felt something pressing against his thigh, though he ignored it for now. Leaning down once again, he pressed soft butterfly kisses down along the man’s jaw. Each little kiss brought a soft moan from Colin. Whether it was because of the alcohol, or because Colin was just horny, Ryan wasn’t sure. He knew his reasons though, and that’s all that mattered.

“Ryan… We should stop, Adam will get mad.”

Not really hearing Colin’s mutters, just guessing it was another one of Colin’s drunken ramblings; Ryan continued to kiss the man’s slightly perspiring body. Down over his slender throat, successfully finding that spot, which was located behind Colin’s ear, that made the man cry out. With that spot found Ryan began to proceed to the next level. The actual removal of the one thing that was barring him entrance.

Having kissed down Colin’s chest, spending the appropriate needed time to nibble, suck, and lick the man’s nipples into hard little nubs, he was now heading down the path of the glory trail. He had always wondered how Colin looked under those boxers, having discovered his growing obsession with just how big Colin was earlier.

“At this point Colin, it shouldn’t even matter anymore” Ryan murmured against Colin’s skin as he finally heard some of the man’s protest.

Since they were all protest about how Adam would find out, Ryan took that as a signal to continue. It wasn’t like Colin was telling him to stop; he just didn’t want Adam to find out. Since Colin was drunk, and doing his best impression of a log at the moment, it was a little hard to get Colin out of the boxers. Though once it was done, Ryan was sure it was worth it.

“I should have known you’d be circumcised. Makes you look bigger” Ryan murmured, staring up from where he was currently nibbling at Colin’s belly button.

As Ryan’s head went lower, Colin’s moans got louder. Adam never bothered with taking it slow, or actually going through with foreplay. So this was all new territory for him. The only thing he could do was just lay there, gripping at the sheets some as his legs were spread. He had gotten blowjobs before, though never from a guy.

Taking Colin into his mouth, Ryan had long ago mastered the gag-reflex, taking the man all the way into his mouth. If he could, he would have grinned as he heard the man’s moan grow to a slightly higher pitch, feeling the hand’s tugging slightly at his hair. The taste of pre-cum was slightly bitter, though not as bad as he thought it would be. ‘Must eat a lot of fruit’ Ryan thought to himself.

Since blowjobs were not really his thing, Ryan gave the man a few long hard sucks, thumb stroking the man’s sac. Using his own little special tricks, it wasn’t long before Colin was coming long and hard in his mouth. Since it would be rude to spit, Ryan forced it all down, even going so far as to wipe his lips afterwards. At least Colin wasn’t terribly bitter like most guys.

With Colin’s pleasure gotten over with, it was now Ryan’s turn. Since Colin was still practically reeling from the orgasm, it was easy to ease the man over onto his stomach.

“Where do you keep the lube?” Ryan asked, fingers teasing over the man’s entrance.

This got him another loud moan and a murmur of his name, Colin reaching for something in the drawer of the nightstand. It took him a few minutes to realize what Colin was for, leaning over the man some to grab and pull the drawer open. With the lube acquired, the only thing left to do was use it.

“Don’t… Don’t tell Adam, okay?” Colin said as he got on hands and knees.

Coating his fingers tips in lube, Ryan, with a smirk on his face, just nodded. “Don’t worry, he’ll never know.”

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“Alright, cut! That was good you two. Though next time try and show a little more emotion Jaden, and lay off the drugs. How many times do I have to tell you that they just fuck you up?” the director said.

As the cameras were turned off, assistants began walking forward with towels and bottles and water. Jaden, the man who played the character Colin, only flipped the director the bird as he snatched a towel from some blushing female assistant. The man was always getting on his case, always ranting on and on about how the drugs were destroying his sensitivity. He didn’t see it that way though.

Lying beside him on the bed, Jaden’s real life lover, Michael was chatting it up with some guy. When Jaden noticed that the guy was constantly looking over Michael’s body, his eyes narrowed some. Wrapping the towel around his waist, after having wiped off, he rolled off the bed. The one thing he liked about this job was he got to have sex with his partner, and get paid for it. What he didn’t like about it was that everyone was always looking at what he considered his.

“I’m going to my trailer!” Jaden said, glaring at the man chatting to Michael before stomping off.

Throwing open the door to his trailer, Jaden threw the towel off of him, kicking anything in his path as he made his way to the bathroom. The only thing he wanted to do was take a shower and eat. Why he was always getting caste to play the bottom, he had no idea. Just because he was shorter than Michael, and was slightly femmy, did not mean he was automatically a bottom. That was the one thing he hated about these films, the directors always played by very idiotic rules.

Stepping into the bathroom and turning on the shower, Jaden stepped in. The pay was good, and he was a natural exhibitionist, so he enjoyed having sex in front of a lot of people. Hell, he got hard just thinking about all the people that wed ted the show and brought the DVDs, wondering how many people got off watching his sex scenes.

Brushing his fingers through his wet hair, Jaden began to pour shampoo on his head, jumping slightly as he felt another pair of hands massaging the shampoo into his scalp.

“The director was right you know. Those pills make you numb, I had to pinch you just to remind you to moan” Michael said, arms moving from the man’s hair to wrap around his waist.

“Yeah, well you know if I don’t takese pse pills, Colin will end up throwing Ryan up against a wall and fucking him silly” Jaden said, stepping away from Michael and under the spray of the water. “I just need them to help me mellow out and be all, bottom-ish. It’s not like it’s messing up my ability to lay on my back like some log.”

Michael just sighed, knowing that it was useless to try and talk Jaden about the man’s drug use. Jaden had been through the whole counseling and drug rehab thing, it never seemed to work. It scared him sometimes, to see Jaden taking handfuls of pills. Though he was thankful that the only thing Jaden took were pills, seeing as how there were lot worse drugs out there.

“Would you prefer if I’m the one on the bottom?” Michael asked, nuzzling against Jaden’s neck.

Finding himself being pushed up against the wall of the shower, Michael guessed that Colin liked this idea. Colin’s lips were on his before he got a chance to speak out, the smaller man biting down hardhis his bottom lip when Michael tried to say something once again.

“My ass is sore because of you,” he said softly, nibbling on Michael’s ear, tugging at it lightly. “I think, that punishment is in order.”

A cold chill ran down Michael’s spine as he heard this. For as girly as Colin was, the man fucked like a sadist, and his “punishments” were pretty much the same way. Of course, protesting only meant he would end up having to spend the day with a vibrator inside of him, or wearing girls’ clothes. Basically anything Colin’s twisted mind could come up with. So there was only one thing to say really.

“Yes Master…”