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Zhang Zhehan was avoiding him.
It wasn't obvious, per se; Zhehan had always been the social butterfly in the cast. He still made jabs at Gong Jun's singing in the morning, joked around with Sun Xilun to loosen him up, and went on like usual as they filmed. However, when it was just the two of them alone, Zhehan would bring out his phone and... do whatever, instead of actually talking to Gong Jun.
The thing was, Gong Jun was getting antsy. While he knew that whatever the other felt when they kissed might just be a physiological reaction, he couldn't help but get his hopes up. He was but a simple and humble man in love with his co-actor. With just the tiniest hint of reciprocation, Gong Jun would hold on to it and never let it go.
Zhang Zhehan being himself didn't help with his burgeoning feelings. Despite the avoidance in private, Zhang Zhehan would still hang all over him like it was no one's business. The casual touches, the unconscious leaning, the way he tucked Gong Jun's hair to his ear whenever it blocked his eyes... The constant push and pull were enough to drive a man crazy. He hated how uncertain things made him feel, but with one smile from Zhehan, Gong Jun’s walls crumbled. There was not even an ounce of resistance in him to fight that mischievous grin.
Gong Jun kept the fact that, after the incident, he actually started “researching” how it worked between two men a secret, a guilty pleasure he would never admit to. Sure, he had experiences in the past, but none of them were ever serious. He didn’t know what he was preparing for, but he read and watched what he could, anyway. Soon, the faces on the screen turned into Zhehan’s, and research became nothing but an excuse to imagine.
He hated himself for letting his imagination wander to places it shouldn’t be in, like how he would pull his da ge back into his arms once he felt Zhehan growing hard again, or perhaps he would get down on his knees, hide underneath the other’s robes, get a taste of him, let Zhehan paint his lips with —
No. No. Nope. Although kisses, make-outs, and maybe a hint of frotting were allowed on-screen, their director certainly did not aim to be Chinese Pornhub’s next top hit. Gong Jun would not be the first to rebel against their director’s wishes.
There were times when Gong Jun almost gave in. A particular scene where he couldn't quite control his thirst was when they did the scene where Zhou Zishu was trying on masks to disguise themselves. It was a completely innocent scene; when Gong Jun read the script, he knew it was just banter to enlighten Wen Kexing about Siji Manor’s face-changing art. Lighthearted, with a little bite and rashness.
However, when Zhang Zhehan stood up and started to say his lines, the conversation immediately took a turn for the unexpected.
“If you want to know everything, why don’t you kneel down and pay your respects now? Call me master, and I’ll teach you everything.”
It wouldn’t be obvious to the cameras, but Gong Jun swore there was a glint of something he didn’t want to explore right at the moment in Zhehan’s eye. He didn’t want to ruin the scene by giving in to his wanton needs and dropping to his knees in front of the man. But, oh, how he would like to do just that.
If Gong Jun spent a long time cooped up in his trailer during their break, if he came back flushed and in dire need of make-up retouching, no one called him out on it.
There was another upcoming kiss scene, the one where Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu take a leap of faith while being chased by drugged men. They had to roll together from the opening of the cave to the grass. Of course, Zhang Zhehan would have to end up on top of him afterwards. A few minutes of staring into each other’s eyes because, finally, they’ve opened their hearts to each other, and then a chaste kiss to seal the deal.
With a scene meant to illustrate their balancing act between sexual tension and mutual trust, Gong Jun didn’t dare ruin such a scene with his overly excited dick.
To be quite fair, Zhang Zhehan was also acting strangely. Repeating his lines underneath his breath over and over again like a mantra, shaking his head and having Gong Jun snap him out of whatever trance he was multiple times… it was so uncharacteristic of the playful man to suddenly go quiet.
“Zhehan,” Gong Jun approached the man just as he had asked for a 20-minute break because their chemistry wasn’t working. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Zhehan refused to meet his eyes. He smoothened down his robes just to give his hands something to do. “You’re overthinking it.”
Gong Jun fought the urge to grab Zhehan’s shoulders in frustration. “Something clearly isn’t right .” Tension was high, but Gong Jun could do nothing but deflate. All the pent-up emotions he had been hiding throughout the past days poured themselves out of his mouth. “Was it something I said? Something I did? Why isn’t it working, da ge? Did I do something wrong? Why have you been ignoring me for the past few days?”
Zhehan finally met his eyes. His eyes were desperately searching Gong Jun’s face for something that Gong Jun couldn’t even pinpoint. Then, while pinching the tip of his nose, he sighed. “Junjun, it has never been you. I’ll deal with it.”
That set off something in the younger. Grabbing Zhehan’s wrist, Gong Jun pulled the older closer, almost pressing their bodies together. “You've never avoided me before. Zhehan, I don’t know what to do when you're like this.” He hated how, even as he had Zhehan so close to him, he was still grasping at straws just to try to understand him.
Gong Jun was caught off guard by Zhehan pulling him by the waist in return. They were now chest to chest with each other. "Junjun, don't push me. Please ." Vulnerable yet so defensive was his tone. Zhehan took one look from Gong Jun's face to his nose, and then finally, to his mouth. Instinctively, Gong Jun licked his lips. Zhehan watched his tongue before shaking himself out of Gong Jun's grasp.
Gong Jun could only watch as Zhehan struggled to put on a happy face for everyone to see. They were professionals, after all. However, he still couldn't help but let the worry take over his mind.
"Retake!" Hearing the cue, Gong Jun shook his head and settled back to being Wen Kexing during that particular cliff scene — high from the adrenaline coursing through his veins, yet so open and trusting of the man beside him. It was the total opposite of his genuine feelings, but no one had to know that.
Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu came to a dead end. They had found a small cave that they could escape to, but getting there would mean jumping across a nearly impossible height. Wen Kexing volunteered to lead first.
“Or, what? If the pioneer dies, could I be alive by myself? It wasn’t like we didn’t go through an extremely dangerous place before.”
Gone was the disgruntled look on Zhehan’s face and, in its place, was the softest look he had ever seen on the other’s face.
Gong Jun swallowed the bitterness in his throat and maintained the smile Zhou Zishu’s words prompted. Sometimes, he wished Zhehan could look at him that way without the pretense of their characters.
Wen Kexing jumped first. The wires were stable enough that Gong Jun had confidence it would hold, even with his weight. He tried his best to coordinate his limbs accordingly and land without effort. When Gong Jun turned, Zhehan was getting ready to jump as well.
The drug men caught up to him, but Zhou Zishu managed to jump and lose them. He stretched his hand out to him. Wen Kexing reached out his hand in an attempt to catch him once he fell. The director cut the scene right there to prepare them to roll together. They were both already laying down in the entrance of the cave.
Zhehan suddenly grabbed his hand and placed it around his own shoulders. “Assuming that you’ve pulled me to safety, you have to hold me close and make sure I’m not going to hurt myself.”
Gong Jun froze for a moment before slipping back into his professional mask. “Got it,” he muttered under his breath as he pulled Zhehan closer to him. He hoped his thick robes hid the fact that his heart was beating quickly because of Zhehan's head on his chest.
Then, the cameras started rolling.
With Gong Jun having more leverage, he kicked the ground and propelled himself and Zhehan into the cave’s mouth. He faced the brunt of the impact; even though the production crew chose this cave in particular because of the soft soil underneath them, it was not without its fair share of hidden rocks and uneven surface. Gong Jun moved his arms upward so that he could protect Zhehan’s head.
Gong Jun would like to charge a massage to Ma-jie. She owed them this much for making them roll on the ground instead of the actor doubles.
Finally, they came out of the cave and onto the grass. Gong Jun loosened his hold on Zhehan. However, he didn’t expect Zhehan to get up and cage Gong Jun’s head with his arms. With nowhere else to look, Gong Jun could only stare up at Zhehan, who had an indescribable expression.
It was the kiss scene, Gong Jun knew. But, they were supposed to take a break before going for it! How was Gong Jun going to recalibrate and set his expectations if they just did it then and there?!
Zhehan’s intense gaze left Gong Jun with no room to argue — they were clearly doing this. He could hear everyone scuffling about just to focus the cameras on them once again. Zhehan’s eyes moved from his eyes, nose, then to his lips. For a brief second, his tongue peeked out of his lips and swiped his lower lip. Gong Jun gulped.
“Zhehan?” Gong Jun whispered. “Are we—”
“The last time we did this, you told me to shut up.” A small pout appeared on Zhehan’s lips. He lifted a finger and tapped on Gong Jun’s lips lightly. “Now, you should be the one shutting up.”
“Zhehan,” Gong Jun searched his eyes, but he couldn’t read him. “What does this mean?”
Zhehan didn’t give him a reply. Instead, he put his thumb on top of his lips and pushed. Never taking his eyes off of the other, Gong Jun enclosed his lips around Zhehan’s thumb and sucked. He let his tongue lap at its pad before releasing it. Gong Jun focused his attention back on Zhehan.
The older man was visibly flushed, but he didn’t avert his gaze from Gong Jun.
Grabbing Zhehan’s wrist, Gong Jun trailed kisses from his pinky, then to his palm, and finally, on his wrist, directly on his pulse point.
“Gong Jun,” Zhehan swallowed. “I want this, whatever this is between us. I want to take you home, I want to fuck you, I want to—” He let his head fall in the crook of Gong Jun’s neck. “I want everything. I need to know this is what you want, too.” He looked up and dropped a tentative kiss on Gong Jun’s chin.
Somewhere in the background, the director shouted for all the crew to disperse and go back to their tents in a flurry of panic. Gong Jun would’ve burned in embarrassment if he weren’t the center of Zhehan’s attention right now.
Out of breath from the tension, Gong Jun heaved out a low “yes”. Before he realized what was happening, Zhehan dropped and nipped at his bottom lip. Gong Jun could only flail like a fish and take what was happening to him without grace.
Zhehan took his time, alternating between kissing his top lip and lower lip. His free arm caressed Gong Jun’s arm up and down. Gong Jun placed a palm at the back of Zhehan’s neck to pull him closer. However, Zhehan maintained his distance and kitten licks.
“Da ge,” he panted. “Stop teasing me.”
Zhehan chuckled. “Is our Junjun getting impatient? Frustrated?” He cooed as if the younger one was a baby. Gong Jun pouted.
“I’ve waited a long time for this, Zhehan,” Gong Jun lifted himself up with his arms and stole a kiss from the other. “Of course I’ll get impatient.”
“You’re not the only one.” Zhehan braced himself on Gong Jun’s chest and rolled forward. They both groaned. On his thigh, covered by layers of clothing yet still obvious, was Zhehan’s arousal.
Gong Jun’s own dick stood half-mast in response.
“Well, the director already sent everyone away, but I don’t want to have sex on the grass,” Zhehan sat up while looking horrified. “I’m too old for that adventurous shit.”
Gong Jun grinned. “I could persuade you, da ge.”
Zhehan looked at him meaningfully before standing up and crossing his arms. “I might just let you. But, not now. Not our first time. I want to fuck you somewhere comfortable.”
“Thank god they went back,” Gong Jun stood up. “Han ge’s mouth is actually so dirty. What would the kids say?”
“And, whose fault is that?”
“Boss, umm,” A meek voice called out to them. Gong Jun turned to look and saw his own assistant, Li Hua. She was the youngest in the team, so sometimes, the older ones lovingly bullied her to do things for them. When Gong Jun tried to defend her before, they would bully him instead. No doubt they would tease him about this later on. Blushing tremendously, Li Hua spoke once again. “The director said that if y-you’re going to f-f-to do u-umm that ...please take off your clothes and preserve the robes. We don’t have the money and time to get those sewn again. And, u-umm, we left your trailers alone...”
Could the earth just swallow him whole? Did the whole crew know they were going to fuck? Gong Jun hid his face in his hands.
“Tell them not to worry,” Zhehan crossed his arms and leaned on Gong Jun. “We’ll take everything off once we enter the trailer. I’ll even make Junjun here fold them neatly on his knees.”
Gong Jun choked on his spit. Li Hua squeaked before muttering some nonsense about not wanting to interrupt them any further. Then she turned her back towards them and marched back to where she came from, presumably where the trailer was now located.
“Did you have to do that to my newest assistant?”
Zhehan just shrugged. “I mean, that’s just the start of what I want to do to you. Is there something wrong?"
Gong Jun bumped his shoulder against Zhehan’s. “I feel like I’ve unleashed a beast.”
“You haven’t even felt the brunt of it.”
In a fit of playfulness, Gong Jun used all of his might to slap Zhehan’s ass. Zhehan jumped forward because of the impact and yelped. Laughing, Gong Jun ran like a lunatic to the side of the road near the cave. Zhehan ran after him, increasing his speed just to catch up. Gong Jun slowed down so that Zhehan wouldn’t have to overexert himself.
Once they reached the trailer, Zhehan opened the door, pushed Gong Jun inside, and locked it.
Gong Jun took Zhehan by surprise when he instantly pinned Zhehan on the door. He dove in and smashed their lips together. Weeks after opening Pandora’s box and imagining multiple scenarios about how this moment could go, all the pent-up feelings in him poured out of him and consumed his movements. Gong Jun’s hands flitted everywhere all at once — on Zhehan’s neck, shoulders, arms, waist, and then finally, to his ass. Gong Jun bit Zhehan’s lower lip as he squeezed his ass and pulled him even closer.
“How does it feel, huh? Being the only one who can look and touch at the same time?” Zhehan teases, panting against his mouth.
“Only mine now,” Gong Jun hummed. He chased after Zhehan’s lips and eagerly licked after them. Zhehan chuckled and opened his mouth, letting Gong Jun explore his mouth.
Unlike his initial attack, this kiss was slower, more sensual than what he greeted Zhehan with. Waves upon waves crash onto the shore, a foreshadowing of the storm to come. Gong Jun took his time massaging Zhehan’s tongue, touching places he had never touched before when he had first kissed him while his hands stroked his torso up and down. The robes were too thick; Gong Jun wanted to touch Zhehan’s skin as soon as possible.
His feral mind gave him an idea. “Zhehan,” Gong Jun stopped their kiss and threw Zhehan’s arms around his neck. “Hold on tight.”
“Wait, what are you— oof !” Before Zhehan could finish his sentence, Gong Jun lifted up the man using his arms and started walking inside the trailer. Zhehan’s shoulders shook in laughter. “You truly feel like a laogong now, carrying me around like this like a princess. Have you been dreaming of manhandling me all this time?!”
“That, and more,” Gong Jun raised a brow at Zhehan. Zhehan only laughed at him, pink dusting his cheeks. Gong Jun put him down on the mini couch that he used to rest and pushed him down with a hand. “Don’t underestimate me, ge. If, after our first kiss, you just told me you wanted me, we would’ve done this sooner.”
Zhehan’s eyes turned softer. “Was my dick not enough to tell you I wanted you?” He pushed Gong Jun’s wig away from the nape of his neck. “Hmm, I don’t mind fucking you in your wig.”
“What if it was just a biological reaction, Han ge?” With careful hands, Gong Jun spoke while he untied Zhehan’s belt and pulled it out of the way. “Come on, get up. We need to fold our clothes.”
With a dangerous glint in his eye, Zhehan placed his hands on Gong Jun’s shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. “It wasn’t just a biological reaction. I tried to give you a clue, but you were unresponsive! I thought you weren’t interested.” Cupping his cheek and giving it a quick peck, Zhehan whispered into his ear. “Let me show you how much I want you, then. No touching.” Slow, delicate fingers that dance on thick, smooth fabric, Zhehan opened the robe and slid it over his shoulders. The first layer came off easily, sliding down his figure like a lover unwilling to let go. Gong Jun gulped as he watched the other with rapt attention.
Zhehan put his hands behind his head. He threw his back, exposing his throat, and let his hands slide downward. His hands smoothened the robe’s folds and stopped just above his pelvis. He bit his lip as he put his hand on another knot to untie it. Zhehan shimmied out of his clothes by moving side to side, gently shaking off the robe from his shoulders.
Gong Jun’s eyes focused on Zhehan’s chest. With only one more thin shirt to strip, Zhehan’s chest looked like it was threatening to burst out of its confines. Gong Jun had seen his half naked photos before, so he knew what to expect. But, seeing it in real life was different from seeing it in pictures. It was perkier, rounder, and it looked like it would fit right into his palms. His nipples made themselves visible by standing stiffly against the fabric. Oh, how Gong Jun would love to run his tongue over them.
Zhehan muffled his moan as he lifted his shirt, rubbing its fabric against his nipples roughly in the process, and threw it to the side. Only two more pieces of clothing were left: his shorts and underwear. There was an obvious tent in his shorts. Gong Jun almost salivated.
Breathing heavily, he forced himself to look away from Zhehan and to their clothes. Without a word, he folded the robes neatly, all while the other cackled uncontrollably.
“I put on a nice strip show” — Zhehan almost guffawed once again — “and here you are, folding clothes. Did you not like what you saw?”
Gong Jun closed his eyes and huffed. “Zhehan, as much as I want to eat you right now, we made a promise to the director not to ruin our clothes .”
“Junjun really is a good guy,” After having his fill, Zhehan wiped the corner of his eyes and helped Gong Jun fold his clothes. “You have to strip, too. One, it’s incredibly unfair that I’m almost butt naked here while you’re still covered up, and two, Wen Kexing’s clothes are more expensive than Zhou Zishu’s.”
“Do you want to take these off?” Gong Jun lifted a brow. Zhehan’s gaze clouded over as he looked at Gong Jun from head to toe. Sighing, he stood up from the couch and wrapped his arms around Gong Jun’s waist.
“Of course I do. I’ve been wanting you out of these clothes since we began filming.” Pulling on the knot and letting Gong Jun’s belt fall to the floor, Zhehan rubbed his chest against his and groaned. Gong Jun gritted his teeth in frustration.
“Zhehan, stop teasing me while I’m in my robes. I want to do things to you that will ruin these.”
Zhehan hummed, making quick work of his first layer. Gong Jun quickly shrugged it off. “Why don’t you tell me about the things you want to do to me? I’ll consider and maybe we can make a checklist for next time.”
Gong Jun wanted to burn in embarrassment, but he knew he could turn this around on Zhehan. Leaning closer to Zhehan and leveling his face with the other’s ears, he whispered. “First, I want to suck you off. I want to see the look on your face when you come, knowing that I’m the one who’s making you come apart. I want to tie you up, see how the tight ropes color your skin red, make you understand you’re mine and I’m yours. That reminds me, I want to see you on top of me and just so out of it as you fuck me. I’ve looked up how to do it and tried it myself, but I bet you’ll feel different from my fingers. I want to see you beneath me, too. I want to hear you scream my name in your hoarse voice. I want to use Zhou Zishu’s hair tie, put it on your cock and see how much you can take before you’re begging me to let you come—”
Gong Jun didn’t realize that he was down to only his shirt when Zhehan covered his mouth. His face was beet red when Gong Jun looked down. “Shut up, shut up. That was a bad idea. You’re going to make me come just by telling me these things.”
Gong Jun chuckled and playfully bit Zhehan’s hand, making the other retract his hands. “Did you like that, Zhehan? Me telling you all of the things I want to do to you—”
Zhehan pushed his hips towards Gong Jun. “ Of course I did! Would I be as hard as a rock if I didn’t? But, before that, fold your robes.”
Rolling his eyes, Gong Jun set to quick work. Fortunately, years of traveling from set to set taught him how to fold clothes quickly; in no time, he was able to pile both of their clothes on top of his mini dining table. Setting his eyes on Zhehan, who was sitting once again on the couch while leaning back on his arms, Gong Jun growled and pulled Zhehan towards him abruptly.
They kissed like they were running out of time — hasty, desperate, and yet, so eager to consume. Probably more so, since they still had about three more scenes to film today. Happy that he could finally touch Zhehan’s skin, Gong Jun’s fleeting touches wandered all over the other’s torso. Zhehan touched him as well, lingering more on his abs and rubbing his palm against it. Looks like the older had a favorite asset.
Gong Jun kissed downward from his neck; he sucked on his neck a little, light enough for a faint patch of red to emerge, then he moved down to give each of his nipples a peck. He was rewarded with a groan when he licked them; he finally reached his abdomen, kissing each of his abs in a reverent manner, and stopped just above the waistband of Zhehan’s pants.
Gong Jun looked up at Zhehan, seeking permission to pull his shorts down. Zhehan held Gong Jun’s face in his hands and searched the other’s eyes. He found whatever he was looking for because, in a moment, he nodded at him. He lifted his ass from the couch as Gong Jun yanked his shorts downwards.
What the fans said was true — Zhang Zhehan was big.
Someone who was inexperienced with fellatio should be terrified. Strangely, Gong Jun was just eager.
Gong Jun moved Zhehan’s briefs to the side. Zhehan’s cock sprung free, almost slapping Gong Jun in the process. He wasted no time, gripped his cock with his hand, and pumped Zhehan’s cock slowly.
“Fuck, your hands are so big…” Zhehan gasped as he tried to muffle a groan. “I wonder just how big your hands are.”
“All you need to remember is that they’re big enough to hold you,” Gong Jun crept closer and, shooting a meaningful look at Zhehan, he gave a tentative lick to the slit of his cock. He felt Zhehan shake above him. Then, he opened his mouth wider and started engulfing his cock. Because he wasn’t used to it, he swallowed too much and ended up gagging a little when Zhehan’s cock hit the back of his throat. Gong Jun turned his head away to cough a little.
“Don’t take too much all at once, Junjun,” A hand gripped his shoulder. He looked up to see Zhehan gazing at him with a soft smile on his face. “I’ll teach you. Take in the tip first. Then, suck.” Rearranging himself and taking Zhehan’s cock once again, Gong Jun did as he was told. He took a portion of his cock in his mouth first and sucked.
“Mm, yes, keep going, take in more…” Zhehan muttered as he let his head rest against the wall and closed his eyes. Gong Jun was a good listener, so he obeyed and swallowed more. He got about half of Zhehan’s cock inside his mouth. Hollowing his cheeks, Gong Jun started to suck in earnest.
“Just like that, Gong Jun, yes,” Zhehan’s hips thrusted upwards a little. Encouraged, Gong Jun switched to licking this time, pressing his tongue against the side of his dick and sweeping upwards. He did this with the other side as well. Alternating between sucking on his cock a little and lapping at it, Gong Jun glanced at Zhehan to gauge his reaction. He was surprised to find Zhehan looking back at him, panting heavily and staring at him with a heated look.
Then, he pushed Gong Jun away.
“I want to come with you in me, Gong Jun,” Out of breath, Zhehan patted Gong Jun’s shoulder. “Come up, I want to kiss you.”
Gong Jun rose up and met Zhehan’s keen lips. Sounds of smacking lips filled his trailer for a while. Their tongues met and tangled with each other again and again. Zhehan’s hands rose to cup Gong Jun’s face, his thumb caressing the other’s cheekbones. It is he who also pulled away first and leaned his forehead on Gong Jun’s.
“You are such a quick study,” Zhehan whispered. “Good boy. ”
Something in Gong Jun preened at the compliment. Could he perhaps have a praise kink as well? Maybe he would explore that later.
“Do you have lube?”
Shyly, Gong Jun nodded. He stood up from his kneeling position and went to one of the compartments in the trailer. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms from the drawer and went back to Zhehan. Zhehan grabbed the bottle of lube and swirled it around.
“It’s half empty,” Zhehan’s eyes shot up. “You… Have you been getting off during filming?”
Ears red, Gong Jun nodded. Zhehan broke into a laugh.
“Seriously? With all these people here?” Zhehan shook his head. “You’re so brave, Lao Gong.”
“Well, you’re always just so—”
Zhehan’s eyebrow lifted. “Hmm? I’m always so what?”
Gong Jun averted his gaze. “Nevermind. It’ll just inflate your ego.”
Zhehan laughed once again. “Now, it won’t be just your imagination. I’ll get you off for real this time. But, first,” He dragged down his briefs and removed them from his legs. Now, his cock stood proudly against his stomach. Zhehan perched his legs on top of the couch so Gong Jun had a full view of his ass. “Loosen me up, laogong.”
Gong Jun tried not to combust on the spot because of how hot Zhehan looked.
Taking the bottle from Zhehan, Gong Jun coated his fingers generously with lube. He tried to remember everything he had learned. Gong Jun tapped the slit of Zhehan’s cock first. Then, using his nail, he traced downward from his balls to his hole. Zhehan jolted when Gong Jun grazed his perineum.
Unhurried, Gong Jun encircled Zhehan’s hole. He poked it multiple times, each time adding more and more pressure. Zhehan’s hole took in his finger little by little until, soon enough, Gong Jun was finally able to fit at least until his knuckle. He was surprised that it only took a few minutes of prodding.
Gong Jun heard Zhehan exhale above him. “Lao Gong, I haven’t been entirely honest,” Tugging on Gong Jun’s hand, Zhehan pulled his finger deeper into him. Both of them moaned at the sudden movement; Gong Jun was mostly surprised by the hot heat that surrounded his finger, while Zhehan reacted to his finger grazing his prostate. “I’m actually as guilty as you are. I played with myself last night, and I’m still quite... loose.”
Gong Jun’s mind conjured an image of Zhehan sticking his finger up his ass last night, calling out Gong Jun’s name and spilling onto the hotel bed sheets. He could feel his half-hard cock grow to full mast in his pants.
Something must have shown on his face because Zhehan chuckled, braced himself against the wall, and pushed back onto Gong Jun’s finger. “I can be a patient man, but not today, not when I’ve been wanting you to touch me for weeks and I finally get it now. Fuck me, Gong Jun.”
Hearing the word fuck fall from those delectable lips flipped a switch in Gong Jun. He threw his initial hesitation aside and surged up to kiss Zhehan as he retracted his finger and pushed in once again. Zhehan wrapped his arms around his neck. Gong Jun thrusted his finger in and out, exploring Zhehan from the inside and crooking his finger to find his prostate again. When Zhehan yelped into his shoulder, he knew he found it.
With renewed concentration, Gong Jun strove to touch his prostate again and again, tapping it and tickling it. Zhehan got louder as well — from tiny whimpers to almost full blown wails, all of these served as proof to Gong Jun that he was pleasuring the man he strove to please.
“Gong Jun, ah, pull out please,” Zhehan heaved, pushing Gong Jun away. Gong Jun removed his fingers from Zhehan’s loosened hole. “I’m ready. I need you inside me now, Gong Jun.” Reaching for the pack of condoms Gong Jun had put down earlier on the other side of the couch, Zhehan took out one packet and put it between his teeth. Gong Jun didn’t know what happened, but in an instant, Zhehan had wrestled him onto the couch. Now, the older sat right on top of his aching cock, causing Gong Jun to bite his lip.
Zhehan moved backward a little so that he was just in front of Gong Jun’s cock. He pulled down Gong Jun’s shorts to reveal his dick and licked his lips.
Gong Jun wasn’t as big as Zhehan, but anyone who saw his dick before would agree that he was bigger than average. So, when Zhehan ripped the packet, but the rim of the condom just in front of his teeth, and dove down to carefully place it on Gong Jun’s cock, Gong Jun’s brain flitted between worry that the older might choke and thirst because Zhehan looked gorgeous with his mouth around his cock. The older actor even had the audacity to tuck a stray strand from his wig onto his ear.
Zhehan hummed once he settled the condom on his cock. The vibrations made Gong Jun’s feet curl; he almost rammed his cock into Zhehan’s throat. The older sucked all the way upward until he reached the tip. He gave the tip a quick peck before straightening his back.
“Hmm, you liked that,” Zhehan chuckled. “I’ll suck your cock later. For now, you’re coming inside me.” Squatting just above Gong Jun’s hips, Zhehan held Gong Jun’s cock in his hand and slowly descended.
They both let out a loud moan once Zhehan settled, fully seated on Gong Jun’s cock. Gong Jun was in awe. His gaze darted from Zhehan’s flushed face to where they were connected. He had dreamt about this for weeks, ran through different scenarios in his mind how this would go, and yet the real thing still beat whatever fantasies he had about Zhehan. Surrounded by the heat of Zhehan’s inside, Gong Jun grabbed onto every distracting thought he had just to not come right then and there.
Gong Jun took Zhehan’s hands on his hips and intertwined their fingers together. “You okay?”
“Okay? You’re so big, Gong Jun, bigger than I’ve had before,” Zhehan rasped, readjusting himself.
Gong Jun’s forehead crinkled. “Is it too much? I can pull out, we can do this another time—”
“ Don’t you fucking dare,” Zhehan glared at him. He tightened his hold on Gong Jun’s hands. “I’ve been thinking about this for days. Don’t underestimate me. I’ll adjust to you soon, give me time.”
Guilty and apologetic, Gong Jun lifted himself up and peppered kisses all over Zhehan’s face. “I’m sorry, Zhehan. You’re doing so great, you’re taking me so well.”
Zhehan pushed Gong Jun back down but not before brushing his lips to Gong Jun’s. “I’m okay. I’ll move now.” Tentatively, Zhehan rolled his hips forward, eliciting a loud moan from both of them. He hoisted himself upward slightly, then went back down again. Unable to contain himself anymore, Gong Jun thrusted upward, meeting Zhehan as he dropped down.
Before long, they established a rhythm between them as their pleasure continued to build. Zhehan was rising higher now while Gong Jun met him with harsh thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin and their groans were the only things heard in the trailer. Gong Jun sincerely hoped no one was seeing how his trailer was rocking back and forth at how hard they’re going at it.
“Ah, ah, ah, Gong Jun, right there, please, fuck me, more, ugh —” Zhehan almost sobbed as he convulsed a little. Gong Jun must be hitting his sweet spot now. Moving his hips to a more comfortable position, he rammed his hips forward again and again, hitting his prostate without giving Zhehan enough time to anticipate it. As a result, Zhehan became a trembling mess, even though he still tried to control the pace that they were going. He looked so beautiful like this, Gong Jun thought — Arching his back, wantonly crying out with each thrust, Zhehan was a sight to behold. In public, Zhang Zhehan was the life of the party; he was put together and steered conversations like the social butterfly he is. However, right now, on top of Gong Jun, Zhang Zhehan was an incoherent, babbling mess. Yes, he led Gong Jun earlier, but now, his strong front crumbled, leaving a vulnerable man weak to the pleasures of sex with the one he liked.
Gong Jun felt like his skin was on fire.
“Zhehan, you’re so beautiful,” Gong Jun said under his breath as he raised his hips once again. “So beautiful, so good for me, how the hell do I get to have this, have you—”
“You get to have me because I want you to have me,” The affectionate smile that decorated Zhehan’s face melted Gong Jun on the spot. Suddenly, their surroundings slowed down; Zhehan was still bouncing on his cock, but Gong Jun was hyperfocused on Zhehan’s eyes on him, how, even while he was panting and overexerting himself, Zhehan looked at him like he was the best thing that could happen to him.
Gong Jun’s heart wanted to break out of his chest and just jump into this beautiful man’s arms. He would let him have it, even if later on, Zhehan didn’t want it anymore. Gong Jun didn’t know what would happen in the future, especially after filming, but right now, he wanted to rip his chest open and offer Zhehan his heart.
Throughout his relationships, Gong Jun had never had feelings this overwhelming and scary before. He didn’t know what to do with them.
So, Gong Jun did what he could: concentrate on fucking Zhehan until they come.
“ Ah , I’m not gonna last, Gong Jun, hng ,” Zhehan warned. He leaned heavily on Gong Jun’s chest now, arms quivering wildly.
“I’m not going to last either, hah ,” Breathless, Gong Jun lifted one of Zhehan’s hands and kissed it. “Come for me, Zhehan, come for me.”
Like a trigger, Zhehan’s breath hitched. “Fuck, Gong Jun, I’m, ah, coming, I'm coming, I can't, fuck—” His body tensed then jerked before he collapsing on the younger’s chest. Gong Jun clutched him closer to his chest and fucked into him with shallow thrusts before he himself dissolved into pleasure. Zhehan’s insides were still clenching around him, which pushed him to the edge.
"Zhehan, fuck, you feel amazing around me, I—"Pressing his lips to Zhehan’s cheek and moaning directly into his ear, Gong Jun came, fire spreading from his center outward, making him feel like his skin was burning.
They spent a few minutes gasping and trying to catch their breath. After a few moments of their breathing the only thing heard inside the trailer, Zhehan lifted his head and rested his chin on top of his hands on Gong Jun’s chest. “That wasn’t enough.”
Gong Jun’s jaw dropped. He was exhausted just from a round of sex. Was Zhang Zhehan actually a sex maniac? “What do you mean not enough?”
Zhehan chuckled, drawing circles around Gong Jun’s nipples. “I’ve been thinking of fucking you since the first time we met for filming. We have to make up for that lost time.”
“You’re a menace, da ge,” Gong Jun swept Zhehan’s bangs away from his face. “Look at our wigs. We’re going to get scolded for messing these up.”
“We have back-ups, don’t worry. Although, we weren’t supposed to know that exactly.” Zhehan smirked. “Perks of chatting up Ma-jie so much she got annoyed with me.”
Gong Jun’s eyes narrowed. “You chatted up Ma-jie? I thought—”
Zhehan laughed as he gave Gong Jun’s chest a peck. “Chill. I just wanted spoilers about what kind of endings we’d film. There’s another ending that isn’t included in the script.” He poked Gong Jun’s cheek. “You’re still the sexiest man I would drop to my knees for since Day 1.”
“You’re teasing me again, Zhang laoshi.”
“Of course. You’re just too cute not to be bullied. Only I get to bully you, though.” They stared at each other before breaking into a fit of laughter.
It was at that moment when they heard a rather nervous knock on the door. Then, a tiny voice spoke. “Boss, the director wants to resume filming in 30 minutes.”
Sitting up on Gong Jun’s lap, Zhehan quickly tried to fix his hair. Gong Jun sat up as well and helped put down the hair lifting up from the pins. For a few minutes, they tried to fix and make themselves look presentable as possible. However, soon, they concluded that they wouldn’t be able to fix everything without the staffs’ help. Resigning themselves to being discovered, they wiped themselves and wore their robes once again, careful not to wrinkle them any further. Before they stepped out of the trailer, Zhehan pulled Gong Jun back.
“What?” Gong Jun raised a brow as he asked.
Zhehan leaned closer and muttered. “Next time, we do what you want.” With a big grin on his face, Zhehan spoke. “ I’m going to come inside you this time.”
Gong Jun choked on his spit. Taking advantage of the younger’s shock, Zhehan snickered and hurried to leave Gong Jun behind in his trailer. He shouted, “I’m not joking!” before running over to his assistants who were waiting for him as well outside.