Black Hurricane

18

"Hey there you are," he winked at me, our eyes met, and he held back a smile.

"Hi," I responded like a shy kid, sitting at the dinner table.Dean didn't say anything, so I raised my eyes and sneaked a look at him.God, he knows what I want from him.He's always been one of those bastards who want it right away, but at this moment he's patiently waiting for me to take the initiative to find him.It would have been so much easier if he had just come up to me and kissed me.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he just smiled at me and started eating from the table.

damn it.

Kevin was running around and instructing everyone non-stop.Dean turned his back to me and sat down with his sexy ass pressed against the table.I picked up my food to hide my trembling hands, and only dared to look at my dangling legs.

Oh my god.I've never had such a hard time picking up a conversation.In fact, I've never had to bother with flirting.Those guys used to be just one-night stands, and I wanted more from Dean than that.

"Do you feel it?"

"Huh?" I met his eyeliner-smeared eyes.

"How were you after that? You know, after the concert."

"Oh, I'm fine," my voice was too faint to hear.

He studied my expression for a moment, then turned his attention back to his food and opened his mouth wide to take a bite of the sandwich.After he took a sip of water, he turned to me again.

"A collar, huh?" I feel the soft leather collar around his neck.How visible will the bite marks be under the collar?God, when I slit his neck, I completely forgot that there is still an MV to be filmed.

"Yes," he replied with a chuckle. "Kevin almost lost his temper when he saw the bite mark, but he ended up loving the extra accessory."

I laughed with him, then fell silent again.

"Is it bleeding?"

He shook his head while chewing on the sandwich in his mouth. "It's just a bruise. Your teeth are still straight."

"Probably the only straight part of my body," I said with a small smile.

Dean chuckled. "No." He looked at my crotch with a teasing smirk on his lips.

I smiled and looked away.

"I wanted to speak to you on the phone," he said after a moment of silence. "I got your number from Yin, but I can't get through. I think you probably want to be quiet."

damn it!

"Oh, sometimes I forget to turn on my phone. I sleep almost all day after the concert. I don't want to be disturbed by the phone, and then I forget to turn it on. I didn't find out until last night."

Dean nodded and took another bite of his sandwich.

Why can't I just say it straight?Say I want you.It's not like I haven't said that to anyone before.it's not a big deal.I'm pretty much the most flirtatious guy in our little group - besides Eric, plus Terry.Our flirting style is very different - they are very direct, while I prefer routine.I'm probably the shyest one, but after Alex joined our small group, I did have some competition.Being shy and flirtatious is a weird combination, but now I'm just shy.

"You...you can come to my house for a while, it's also okay," I said with little confidence.

I want you... I just don't know how to tell you.

Dean stared at me for a long moment, his eyes lingering on my face, trying to figure out what I was trying to say.Or maybe it was my wishful thinking that he was trying to read me.Understand what I want to tell him, but I can't resort to words.God, I'm such a failure.

"What?" he wondered.

"That's what it means," I said softly.

Dean frowned and moved to face me.He took another sip of water to get the contents of his mouth down.

"I've been a dumbass since I met you, so I want to make sure. Are you trying to say—"

"Guys, time to work," Kevin yelled.

I met Dean's gaze and nodded as my answer to his unspoken question.

Dean stared at me dumbfounded, and a small sigh of joy escaped his mouth.

"Dean, get to work," Kevin urged.

Dean came back to his senses and jumped off the table.

"To be continued," he told me, touching my face with his fingers.

"To be continued," I replied before getting up to work.

After half an hour, it was time for me to shoot Dean's room.

"Understood?" Kevin asked, while applying the correcting powder on my cheeks with his own hands. "You come over here and you see him lying on the ground, you stare at him for a while. Then you take off your vest and walk over to him."

"Then I'll take a picture," I continued, pretty sure I'd screw everything up because I couldn't find a button or something.Now I'm not just nervous about acting, I'm nervous about meeting Dean.Why can't I wait until after the filming to say that to him?

"That's right." He took another brush from a makeup artist girl whose name I can't remember, and swept it over my face. "Okay, let's go. Billy and Diana are ready to shoot."

I put my hand on the doorknob as Kevin directs the two cameramen through the headset. The music of "Slave to You" is playing on the other side of the door, probably on a single loop.The rhythmic and lazy melody is accompanied by Dean's deep and hoarse voice.Simply sexy to explode.

With all the instructions in mind, I opened the door and walked in, ready to do what Kevin told me when I saw Dean.However, when I saw Dean lying on the white rose petals, those instructions slipped from my mind like one after another.He was completely naked, except for the black collar, and the black leather cord that looped around his tanned skin, eventually turning into a small piece of leather underwear, covering the forbidden area between his legs.

Dean's hands wandered between his chest, his skin was strangled by the leather rope, his back was arched, his muscles stretched and relaxed.I don't know how long I just stood there staring at him, my lower body slowly hardened.Dimly, I heard Billy's voice standing above Dean, and he was using a certain word to encourage Dean to be as natural as possible: naturally sexy, cat-like elegance, as if you can touch it without touching it. It's so cool.

"Perfect, Jace," Kevin's voice came from somewhere far away as I stared intently at Dean.Diana stood behind Dean and pointed her video camera at me. "Now pull your vest over your head and walk up to Dean."

Dean looked up at me with his bleary eyes and gave me a lazy smile like we'd just made love, and he was glad to see me come back and hug him.I tried my best to suppress the desire in my heart, and walked towards him slowly, just like Kevin asked me to do, I grabbed the hem of the vest with both hands, pulled it over the top of my head, shook my hair, and pulled the vest hem off at my feet.

"Step forward now. Remember, Jace. Feel. Feel as a photographer."

It turned out that when Dean was watching like this, it was really hard to control the desire to walk past instead of rushing forward.Fuck, I want him.My breathing became heavy, my palms became hot for no reason, and I longed to touch him.

"Brilliant," Kevin remarked when I pulled up to Dean.He ran towards me with a camera.

I looked at Dean's handsome face and pursed my lips. I photographed his yearning eyes, the curve of his shoulders under the collar, and his belly button stretched with muscles, which stretched across the The black tattoos on his shoulders, his long, smooth-shaven legs.

"Great," Kevin whispered. "Keep it this way. Let it all go unspoken, Jace. You've got to show that you're struggling, wanting to get away, and still be fascinated by this beautiful creature that's begging at your feet."

It was too late, I was already confused by him.

"You're so obsessed. Let the camera catch the moment. Watch Dean wooing you. He's so irresistible. Come and rub his hair, touch his face, and push him away. Don't Forget about being a photographer. Be in character."

No need for him to say.I was already in character.This is who I am.I've been obsessed nonstop since we reunited at a press conference three weeks ago.

Dean turned over and crawled on the ground on all fours, looking wild.He tilted his head, leaning on his elbows to support his body on the ground.Then he slowly climbed up to me, kneeling on the ground while clinging to me with his arms.I continued to take pictures of him, trying my best not to look at him, but when his fingers were on my lips, I couldn't help but run my fingers through the soft strands of his hair.I run my fingertips across his temples and finally land on his lips.He opened his mouth as if to enclose my fingers, but Kevin said no, so we just locked eyes on each other, his warm breath lingering on my fingertips.

"That's it," Kevin said. "Push him away now."

I lost sight of Dean and shoved him away, and he rolled onto a thick layer of rose petals.We did this over and over for what felt like hours as he climbed up on me, sniffed me up and down, and undid the first button of my jeans with his teeth, where they held me tight Erected double, he rubbed his face against my stomach, raised his eyes to look at me, after such a passionate performance, I either pushed him away with my hands, or I was stripped clean.

"Brilliant!" Kevin yelled, interrupting my focus on Dean, who was nibbling my belly. "Don't move your mouth, don't kiss and bite, Dean. What we are trying to capture is that unattainable desire, as we said before. Now, while we are tinkering with Jess, hurry up and eat something."

"Tinning what?" I asked, staring down at Dean's shapely curves and perfect butt.Dean stood up and put on his robes, and I let out an inaudible sigh and tried to look over to Kevin.I feel like today has been a long day.But at the same time, I wanted this time to never end, and I was terrified about being with Dean.Will he take that first step?

"Well, Dean thinks it's better not to tell you beforehand, or you'll slip away," Kevin said with a wink. "We have also prepared a similar costume for you." He pointed his finger from top to bottom in the general direction of Dean, and Diana walked over with a storyboard, which was better than the one I saw this morning. That one is too big.

"What?" I almost screamed. "No, I can't dress like that. I have scars."

"Scar?" Dean turned around, scanning me back and forth.

"Leg," I said, pointing to my knee, "from the skateboard."

"It's okay." Kevin pushed us out of the room and onto the buffet table. "I saw it when you changed your clothes this morning. It's not too obvious. Besides, the lighting in the MV is different. We will add this later. The lighting effect will be bronze. So the scar will not be noticed at all. .Now, eat and drink, but not too much. Marcia will shave your legs afterwards."

I snorted coldly.I never shave, just wax.When I have spare cash, I also go to a shop owned by a friend to get a chest-to-toe shave from time to time.I like how it feels slippery on the skin.Wish I'd been waxed before I came here, but lately I've been obsessed with other things like dealing with a stalker only to fall in love with the stalker and have to fuck with the house broken heart.

During the break period, there is actually no time to chat.We sat at the dinner table and stuffed everything we could eat into our mouths.Dean's robes were now more open because it was afternoon and the room was warmer.He concentrated on eating his salad, his long, muscular legs dangling on the edge of the table.We ate in silence, occasionally glancing at each other with silly smiles.

"Thank you for everything," Dean said while chewing.

"Small things," I replied, throwing my head back and downing half a bottle of water.

"What are you going to do in a while?"

"Nothing—oh shit," I said, only then did I realize I had something planned.It would be nice to spend the afternoon with Dean, but it was also important to pack my belongings.We talked it over when Kal-El dropped me off this morning.I figured it would be better to pack up my junk while I was still living in the attic.Kal-El will hold it for me until I find a new apartment.I really don't have much time between MV shoots and band rehearsals.I should be moving out after the second concert.

"What's wrong?" Dean responded quickly, and the fork with the cucumber stuck in it stopped in mid-air.

"Oh, I had something to do with Kal-El after filming. No way out." I shrugged apologetically at him.

"Damn it," he grumbled, biting off the cucumber off his fork. "So I won't see you until tomorrow?"

I frowned, trying to think of a way to meet him.Maybe he can come over and help?He might say yes, but I can't ask anyway.Maybe my stupid ego didn't want him to know I was going homeless again.That would really be a real-life version of The Prince and the Beggar.

"Yes," I picked up the big peach on the plate and finally answered. "see you tomorrow"

Kevin handed over a pocket knife just in time.

"Don't get a juicy face after a shot," he explained with a grin.

Dean and I both laughed at the pun.

"You need to shave," Kevin told me.I stuffed a peach into my mouth.

I nodded, quickly cut a few more slices and held them in my hand.

Dean gets the mineral water from behind him and then somehow moves closer to me.

"So, are you free tomorrow?" He asked.

"We're still filming tomorrow. Me and Kal-El have to get on with things then."

"Wednesday then?" He already seemed to think I was purposely not wanting to be alone with him.

I swallowed hard.At that time, I should still have to pack my things, maybe I will go to bed later and wake up earlier, which will free up the day.

"I'm free at noon."

The smile on Dean's face can make all the pledges of love pale.

An hour later, my legs were smoother than ever.A thin leather strap crossed over me.When Kevin made us lie on the rose petals, I was all over the board with me and Dean.

"You can just be yourself, and follow the settings of the storyboard properly. In other words, make out, but don't really kiss, don't stick together, don't bite, don't... oh yes, Don’t talk. Don’t actually do it,” Kevin added with a smirk. "Touching, feeling, smelling, staring, entangled with each other. I will guide you if necessary, but, yes, it's just right to be in character."

"You're all thinking about each other now, wanting each other, but you can't really make these physical movements. The end scene of the MV is: Jess is still taking pictures, then turns away, so it's just an illusion .Let the music drive your progress."

So we started off somewhat awkwardly.Well, I'm the hunky guy, all oiled up against Dean.Dean slid around me, touching his own face and hair and mine.After letting him touch like this for a while, I then joined the interaction, not even daring to meet his eyes.What troubles me now is not the camera, but being so close to Dean.His almost naked body was against the smooth skin of my whole body.He seemed to sense my predicament, so he changed his approach.He turned me over and buried his face in my neck.His fiery breath made me shudder, but when I closed my eyes and focused, it became easier.My body started to move by itself.Touching Dean's chest made him roll over and squeeze between his legs, biting the leather cord wrapped around his heart.I arched over him, tilted my head, and rubbed his face, scanning his body provocatively with eyes that looked as if I were about to press my lips to his leather-wrapped cunt.

He moves in line with me, grabbing me by the straps so I arch up and slides his palms up to my crotch; he turns me over so he can slide his fingers over my chest; he crouches over me like a beast body, pouted playfully, and separated my legs with his knees.We were all gasping for breath, and when I inserted my fingers into his hair and pulled hard, he moaned loudly, and he lifted his head to expose the skin above his collar and took a big breath, all the while, the sexy background music was playing around reverberate.

We were still going on, but Kevin's voice broke the atmosphere, and he told us to take a break.It felt like we had only interacted for 5 minutes, but at the same time it felt like years had passed.

When Dean pulled away, his green eyes were full of lust.Fuck, he's sexy.I seem to have this thought written on my face as he grabs me by the leather straps and pulls me up and pushes me through a door into a small room full of various clothes , there is also a large table full of papers.Before I could see what else was in the room, Dean had pinched my chin and finally covered mine with his lips.When his silky soft and moist lips touched mine, my knees went limp.The tender kiss became frantic, mouth-to-mouth clashing as we wanted to get closer.He leaned against me with his firmness, his low growl reaching my throat.I moaned back and moved my lower body to match him.His oily hands jerked the straps off my body, and I helped, needing as badly as he did to free the body from its tangle of leather straps.We quickly stripped off each other's excess, pinned each other to the wall, fought for control, or just wanted to cling tighter.In the end, I was pressed on the table by him, and by the time I realized it, his firmness had submerged into my body, and while he was thrusting and thrusting, he panted like a beast.My own groans and disorienting nonsense—"nice" "come on" and a few breathless "fuck me"—filled the room.

My oily cock rubbed back and forth against the dark tabletop.He raised my knees to go deeper.His balls hit my pouch, creating a rushing commotion in my balls that sent me quickly to orgasm.My hands gripped the edge of the table tightly, trying to wait until he was ready to shoot, but I couldn't do it, my body was stretched like a fully drawn bow, every muscle was tense, The pleasure spread from my groin to my whole body.Dean screamed behind me and kept fucking me while I came.Then he plunged hard and filled my asshole with squirts of cum.He twitched a few more times, knocking his thighs so that the table squeaked and moved ahead.Then he sighed and pressed on top of me, finally letting go of my knees.