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"Cut! That's a wrap for the night, guys," the director called out, his voice echoing through the soundstage. The hum of the crew packing up filled the air as the lights dimmed and the actors retreated to the green room.
In the quiet corner, Chokun and Aston sat side by side, the cool leather of the couch a stark contrast to their warm bodies, still buzzing from the energy of the scene they had just finished.
They shared a knowing smile, both aware of the palpable tension that had been building between them.
"Another successful day of making the fans' dreams come true," Chokun teased, his eyes glancing over at Aston's profile, illuminated by the glow of his phone screen.
Aston chuckled, his gaze still focused on the screen. "Yeah, we really know how to keep them guessing." He scrolled through the feed, showing Chokun the latest round of fan art and theories about their characters' relationship.
The room was a mess of discarded script pages and half-empty coffee cups, the scent of hairspray and makeup lingering faintly in the air. The silence grew heavier as the last of the crew members filed out, leaving the two actors alone in the suddenly vast space.
The atmosphere shifted, the playful banter of moments ago giving way to something more intimate, more charged.
"You know," Aston said, finally looking up from his phone, "I've been thinking." His voice was low, almost a whisper, as if he didn't want the walls to hear his confession.
"What if we don't have to pretend anymore?"
Chokun's heart skipped a beat. He turned to face Aston, searching his eyes for a hint of what he truly meant. "What do you mean?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady, his curiosity piqued.
A soft smile played on Aston's lips, his gaze never wavering. "What if we take this off-screen?" He leaned in, closing the space between them, and the air grew thick with anticipation.
"I mean, we're already so good at it."
Chokun's breath caught in his throat as Aston's hand brushed against his, sending a jolt through his body. The touch was feather-light, but it held the weight of a thousand unspoken words.
He felt his cheeks warm, his heart racing in his chest. This wasn't just for the cameras anymore; this was real, raw, and undeniable.
Slowly, he reached up and brushed a lock of hair out of Aston's eyes, his thumb lingering on the warm skin of his cheek. "You're not just saying this because we're tired and the fans are getting to us, are you?" he whispered, his own hand trembling slightly.
Aston leaned closer, his breath hot against Chokun's ear. "I'm saying this because when I look at you, I don't just see a co-star anymore." He paused, his eyes searching Chokun's.
"What do you see?"
The question hung in the air, a silent challenge. Chokun's eyes fluttered shut as he felt the warmth of Aston's breath against his skin, his heart hammering in his chest. He knew what he felt, but admitting it was a different story.
"I see..." he began, his voice barely a murmur, "someone I could fall for."
Their faces were now only a breath apart. The silence was deafening, yet filled with the sound of their racing hearts. Aston's eyes searched Chokun's, looking for confirmation, for permission. Chokun's eyes widened slightly, and he took a shaky breath before nodding almost imperceptibly.
With that unspoken agreement, Aston closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to Chokun's in a kiss that was anything but rehearsed. It was tentative at first, as if they were both testing the waters, seeing if this was really happening.
But as their kiss deepened, the tension in the room melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through their bodies like wildfire.
Their hands found each other's, fingers interlocking as they held onto this moment, this secret that was no longer just for the show. It was real, it was here, and it was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
They pulled back, both panting slightly, their eyes locked. The air around them crackled with electricity, their hearts pounding in unison. "We should talk about this," Chokun said, his voice still a whisper.
Aston nodded, his hand still in Chokun's. "But not tonight," he said with a smirk. "Tonight, let's just enjoy this."
And with that, they leaned in again, their kisses growing bolder, more sure.
Their mouths moved in perfect harmony, as if they had been doing this for years rather than minutes. They tasted the sweetness of each other’s breath, the faint hint of mint from the gum Aston had popped in before the scene. Chokun felt Aston’s hand slip around his neck, pulling him closer, and he moaned into the kiss, his own hand finding its way to Aston’s waist, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of his shirt.
Aston’s thumb traced gentle circles on Chokun’s jawline, sending shivers down his spine, while his other hand tangled in the shorter man’s hair. It was a dance they hadn’t rehearsed but knew all the steps to. Their tongues met, exploring and teasing, as if they were discovering each other for the first time—which, in a way, they were.
The kiss was a promise, a question, and an answer all rolled into one, and it left them both breathless and craving more.
Their bodies were now pressed together, heat radiating between them, making the cool leather of the couch seem almost too much to handle. A soft sigh escaped Chokun’s lips as Aston’s hand slid up his chest, his thumb brushing over a nipple through the thin material of his costume, eliciting a gasp.
It was a sensation that sent a jolt of desire through his entire body, making him arch into the touch.
Their kisses grew more passionate, more insistent, as if they were trying to devour each other whole. Chokun’s hand slid down to Aston’s hip, his thumb tracing the line of his waistband, the fabric of his pants growing taut with every passing second.
The room spun around them, their hearts racing in time with each other's. They were lost in a sea of sensation, the only reality the taste of each other and the feel of their bodies intertwined. It was a moment that neither of them had expected, a moment that was so much more than fanservice or a scripted scene.
It was real, it was raw, and it was happening right here, in the quiet of the green room long after the cameras had stopped rolling.
They broke apart for air, their chests heaving as they stared into each other’s eyes, both surprised and thrilled by what they had just shared. The energy between them was palpable, a live wire humming with excitement and possibility.
"Do you want to... come over?" Aston managed to ask, his voice a little raspy from their intense make-out session.
Chokun nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with a mix of excitement and nerves.
"Yeah, let's go."
...
The ride to Aston's condo was a blur of anticipation, their hands entwined, fingers tracing patterns on each other's skin.
Once inside, they kicked off their shoes and made their way to the living room. The soft glow of the city lights through the windows cast a warm, intimate light over the modern space, filled with the faint scent of Aston's cologne. They sat down on the couch, and without a word, Aston straddled Chokun's lap, his legs wrapping around Chokun's waist.
They picked up where they left off, kissing deeply, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces that had finally clicked into place.
Chokun's hands roamed over Aston's back, feeling the warmth and the tension of muscles beneath his shirt. Aston reached up and began to unbutton it, revealing the taut skin and defined abs that had been hidden under the costume all day.
With a playful smile, he pulled the shirt off over his head and tossed it aside, leaving him bare-chested and beautiful in the dim light.
Their kisses grew more intense as their bare chests pressed together, skin against skin. Chokun's hands explored the contours of Aston's body, feeling the strength and the gentle tremble of his co-star's excitement.
Aston's own hands were busy too, tracing the lines of Chokun's shoulders, down his arms, and back up to his chest, teasing the sensitive spots that had them both moaning into the kiss.
But as the hours ticked by, their passion began to give way to exhaustion. They pulled back, their foreheads resting against each other, both grinning like they'd just discovered the best secret in the world.
"We should get some rest," Chokun murmured, his voice thick with sleepiness.
Aston nodded in agreement. "Stay here," he said, his thumb brushing over Chokun's cheekbone. "Let's have a sleepover."
He got up from the couch, leaving Chokun sitting there, watching him with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. There was a hint of nervousness, a question unasked. Aston returned with a soft T-shirt and a pair of boxers. "Here," he said, holding them out. "You can wear these."
Chokun took the clothes with a nod, his eyes lingering on Aston's bare chest before looking away, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. He disappeared into the bathroom, and Aston heard the sound of the shower running.
When he came out, he was dressed in the borrowed clothes, looking both adorable and slightly lost. Aston couldn't help but smile at the sight.
They climbed into bed together, the softness of the sheets and the warmth of the room enveloping them. Aston pulled Chokun closer, wrapping an arm around his waist. Chokun nuzzled into the crook of his neck, his breath warm and even.
The TV played a random show on mute, casting flickering lights across the room, painting their bodies in shades of blue and grey.
For a while, they lay in silence, the only sound their synchronized breaths and the occasional rustle of the fabric. Then Chokun spoke, his voice barely a whisper. "Aston?"
"Yeah?" Aston murmured, his hand carding through Chokun's hair, his thumb tracing the shell of his ear.
"I'm scared."
Aston's grip tightened, and he kissed the top of Chokun's head. "Don't be. Whatever happens, we're in this together."
They lay there, the gravity of their confession weighing heavily on their hearts. But as the minutes stretched into hours, the tension began to ease. Their bodies grew heavy with the weight of their exhaustion, their limbs entwined in a tapestry of trust and comfort.
Finally, Chokun's breathing grew deep and even, and Aston knew he had fallen asleep. He pulled the blankets up to their chins, his hand resting gently on Chokun's side, feeling the rise and fall of his chest.
He watched the older man for a moment, his heart swelling with a feeling he hadn't allowed himself to acknowledge before.
The night was still, the world outside a distant memory. In that moment, all that mattered was the warmth of Chokun in his arms and the promise of what the future might hold. A promise that was no longer just for the cameras but for them, in the quiet reality of their lives.
And as Aston's own eyes grew heavy, he realized that maybe, just maybe, the lines between their on-screen romance and their off-screen friendship had blurred so much that they had stumbled into something real. Something that could change their lives forever.