Behind The Limelight 23: Liar Liar D*** On Fire

The days kept passing by as the shooting progressed. Erick was pleasantly surprised by the sudden improvement in Ryker and Ashton’s on-screen chemistry. Little did he or anyone know about what was going on behind closed doors.

“You’re going to have to be quiet,” Ryker whispered. Both of their jeans were pulled down as they stroked each other’s erections in one of the closets at the set. “Unless you want someone to barge in and catch us in a compromising position.”

“I am,” Ashton mumbled. “You’re the one who needs to tone it down.”

“I wasn’t the one who was just moaning ‘Oh Ryker. Fuck yes Ryker. Keep doing that Ryker’,” the dark-haired man taunted, trying to mimick the fellow actor and making Ashton narrow his eyes at him.

“I do not sound like that!” Ashton argued. “Also, gross. I wasn’t saying all this. Get your ears checked.”

“Liar liar pants on fire,” Ryker grinned.

“I’ll light your dick on fire if you don’t shut the fuck up,” Ashton grunted.

“Nah you won’t, you like my dick too much to do that,” Ryker retorted.

“I think I can make do just fine without it,” Ashton said.

“Oh, really?” Ryker smirked, leaning closer towards Ashton, who had his back against the wall.

Ryker grabbed Ashton’s hands, first the one that was touching his dick, and then the other before bringing them up over Ashton’s head. Ashton’s eyes widened slightly in surprise as Ryker held the base of his own erection, pressing it against Ashton’s.

“You don’t like how this feels?” Ryker questioned, his tone low as he grinded both their dicks together.

“No?” Ashton tried to lie, but the hesitation in his voice was clearly evident. His attempts at trying to fool Ryker always seemed to fail.

“No? Okay,” Ryker said as he let go of his hard-on, bringing his hand to Ashton’s face instead. He ran his thumb across Ashton’s lower lip as he spoke. “You know, there are other places where my dick can make you feel good. Really good.”

“Where— where is that?”

Ashton knew exactly where that was. Of course, he did. What he didn’t know was why he was playing along with Ryker. He was so incredibly turned on, and the way that Ryker was staring at him with hooded eyes and a teasing smile wasn’t helping at all. He wanted to wipe that sly look off of his face, he just didn’t know whether his choice of action to accomplish that would be punching Ryker or kissing him.

Probably the latter.

Ryker let go of Ashton’s hands, keeping them on his waist to turn the man around. Ashton’s cheek was pressed against the wall, and he could feel Ryker’s hot breath behind his neck. Ryker moved his hands to the side of Ashton’s hips, before one of them trailed to grab his ass.

One single finger traced along his line, making Ashton’s breath hitch. Ryker kissed the back of Ashton’s ear, and then started trailing kisses down his neck to his shoulder. Ryker’s dick was touching his bare ass, just the feeling of the hot flesh against him was enough to send a chill down Ashton’s spine.

“I can tell you—” Ryker paused, “—or I can show you.”

“Ryker…” Ashton whispered, his voice weak and uncertain. “I’m not— not for that. I’m not ready.”

Ryker immediately took a step back, creating enough distance so that Ashton could turn around to face him again. Once he did, Ryker leaned forward to kiss him. The kiss was soft, not full of hunger and lust like their usual ones. This was passionate, yet tender.

“Of course. There’s no rush, we’ll move at your pace,” Ryker said once he pulled away. Ashton frowned in confusion. This soft side of Ryker was weird to him. He was used to arguing and fighting with him, not seeing him so kind and understanding.

“Um…” Ashton didn’t know how to respond. Sure, he had been hooking up with Ryker for a few weeks now, and he had thought of going all the way, but he had his reservations. He needed time, he just didn’t expect that Ryker would be okay with that.

“Whenever you’re ready…if you’re ready, I’m right here,” Ryker said. “And I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Ryker replied with a smile. “I’ll make you feel so good that you’ll never think of lighting my dick on fire again. The only fire you’ll be lighting will be a candle at the altar you will make to worship it.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Ashton spoke with an eye roll as he gently pushed Ryker’s chest, making the fellow actor chuckle.

“When and where?” Ryker retorted.

“Right now in your wildest dreams,” Ashton answered.

“Too late, I already dream about it all the damn time,” Ryker said, causing Ashton to raise a questioning brow. This was definitely not what he was expecting to hear.

“Did I just unleash a perpetually horny monster?”

“Only for you, Ash. Only for you.”

“Shut up,” Ashton muttered, his cheeks turning light pink at Ryker’s words. “We should head out. People will start wondering where we are.”

“Right.”

Ryker took a couple steps back, the tiny room only giving them limited space to pull their pants back up and fix their clothes to hide what they had been up to. Ashton took his phone out, opening the front camera to try and tame his hair that Ryker had so thoroughly messed up. Ryker grabbed Ashton’s phone, holding it up so as to help the other man.

Once they were satisfied that they looked presentable enough, Ryker left the closet first after checking that nobody was out. Ashton waited for five minutes, then made his exit as well.

This is how they had spent the last few weeks, hooking up in places around the set between their shoots. Thankfully, it seemed like nobody had caught on to what they were up to. Ashton had no clue how he would react if the news got out that he and Ryker were swapping saliva.

The thought terrified him, frankly. Not because he’d be caught with another man, but that his secret with Ryker, of all people, would be revealed. Sure, it’d be quite the news if people were to know he wasn’t completely straight. But with Ryker? Now that would be a full blown scandal. He could just imagine what the headlines would be, and there was no way in hell that he was risking that.

This fear had almost made him call it quits too, but he found that harder than anticipated. As it turned out, he was slowly and very dangerously getting addicted to Ryker and his kisses. Of course, though, he would never accept that. He kept trying to convince himself that he could stop at any time that he wanted to, but deep down he knew that it wasn’t going to be this easy. He just prefered to be in denial.

Ashton’s phone buzzed, he checked it to see that his mother was calling him yet again. It was her fifth call just this week, and Ashton was still in no mood to talk to her. He probably should have, but speaking with either of his parents always sent him down a spiral. He was at work, and he didn’t want to fuck it up because of personal issues.

He cut the call before putting his phone on Do Not Disturb. His mother clearly wasn’t taking the hint, and Ashton had no intention of explaining it to her that he didn’t wish to contact her whatsoever. Especially not when he was working the most important job of his life yet.

Ashton made his way to the make-up area, taking his seat so that the artist could start getting him ready for the next scene. Ryker was talking to one of the producers a little farther away, and Ashton was absent-mindedly staring at him.

Ashton couldn’t help but notice the way Ryker’s muscles flexed at every move, how the veins in his arms became prominent. He had been smiling a lot more on set now, unlike the vacant and bored expression he used to permanently wear before. Ryker ran a hand through his hair as he laughed at something the person he was talking to said, making Ashton gulp. He didn’t even realize how zoned out he was until someone beside him cleared their throat.

Tabitha was sitting on her chair next to Ashton, staring at him carefully with a calculated look on her face. Ashton faced her, and she didn’t immediately speak up, which he found to be odd. Tabitha being silent was…unusual. Almost unnatural.

“Can you give us both a minute?” Tabitha asked the make-up artists, who nodded before walking away. Ashton furrowed his brows, puzzled at Tabitha’s demand.

“What’s up?” He asked. “Is everything okay?”

“You tell me,” Tabitha questioned back.

“What do you mean?” Ashton didn’t know what she was on about.

“You keep disappearing. Then you come back with your face all red like a cute lil’ tomato,” Tabitha spoke. “You’ve also been awfully chirpy lately.”

“I…I changed my diet,” Ashton replied, saying the first lie he could come up with.

“That doesn’t explain why your shirt is buttoned up wrong and your fly is open,” Tabitha retorted, making Ashton panic as he looked down at his crotch, cursing internally before zipping up his jeans.

“Fuck, my bad,” Ashton muttered. “I, uh, I was just in the washroom. Sorry.”

“Uh huh,” Tabitha hummed. “I knew I sensed something.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Tabby…”

“Yes?”

“What did you sense?” Ashton asked. His heart rate was slowly and steadily growing with every passing second that Tabitha didn’t answer his question.

“Ash?”

“Yeah?”

“If you’re trying to keep your sexy times with Ryker on the down low, then please ask him not to leave hickies where they’re visible,” Tabitha said, her voice low so that nobody could overhear them. “Or at least cover them up with some foundation. It’s like you’re an amateur.”

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can’t believe this book is already more than halfway done, i feel like i just started writing it…