Faking it for the cameras is something Keith is used to doing. Arching his back at just the right moment, curling his fingers into the sheets, wetting his lips as he moans, it’s all like clockwork to him. He knows what his audience wants, and he knows when they want it. That’s how he got as popular as he is, he’s every gay man’s wet dream, seductive, squirmy and loud. Keith is good at his job, he knows he is. The only problem with that? Everyone thinks he’s easy, thinks that he’ll take almost anything and cum, moaning and gasping to it. The reality of it is that Keith is the exact opposite of easy. You want to get him shaking and moaning uncontrollably? You’ve got to have good stamina and big dick with knowledge on how to use it. And then, on top of that, you’ve got to find some way to combat his natural brattiness. Anything else gets the same techniques he practices in every porn video he’s been in to date: blank, detached moans and empty pleas for more. Maybe your name if he’s feeling generous.

And it’s not like he’s out searching for someone to satisfy him, this whole pornstar thing is just a job, after all, but when his manager comes to him with information on an up and coming star, who apparently has a stroke game comparable to a God, Keith is… interested, to say the least.

“His name is Lance Fernández. He just started a few months ago but he’s already built a name for himself.” Keith’s manager, Rolo, informs him, watching as Keith flips through the headshots of the very man they’re speaking about. He’s very attractive, Keith will give him that. Blue eyes, dusty brown hair, tanned skin and a swimmers body.

“His normal content ranges from soft vanilla stuff to BDSM.” Rolo continues on, feet kicked up on his desk as he watches Keith’s face, looking for any sort of reaction. “I’ve seen it, his hardcore stuff.” Rolo informs, “He’s a very good Dom. Think it’s something you’d be interested in?” He asks. Keith is quiet for a moment, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair as he stares at Lance’s headshot sitting flat on the desk.

Like Keith said, he’s not looking for anyone to satisfy him or anything, but so far he’s heard nothing but good things about this Lance guy, and he needs a new video this week anyways. What does he have to lose?

“How early can we set something up?” Keith asks.

Rolo grins. “As soon as possible.”

~~~

A week later Keith sits butt ass naked on a bed in the studio, wrapped up in dark satin sheets as he waits on his costar. He’s taking forever in the dressing room and it’s starting to seriously get on Keith’s nerves. Who the hell needs that long in hair and makeup?! Lance Fernández, apparently. So, laying in that bed, staring up at the lights overhead, irritation growing with every passing moment, Keith figures it was probably a bad idea to get his hopes up about this guy. He’s probably a cocky entitled asshole who actually isn’t as good as everyone claims he is. People do love to gossip in this business, and Keith wouldn’t be surprised if they completely oversold this Lance guy.

A few moments later the bed dips with added weight and Keith turns his head to get an eye full of broad, tan shoulders and a sculpted back, toned arms sliding out of the sleeves of a blue robe. Keith’s eyes follow the man’s movements, eyes tracing over the skin of his narrow waist and the defined lines of his back. He turns his head and Keith’s eyes lock with ocean blues. The man smiles, teeth pearly and white, brown hair all tousled like he had just climbed out of bed. He’s very very attractive, Keith admits to himself, possible asshole or not.

“Hey, I’m Lance.” He says, completely turning his body to look at Keith. Keith’s eyes rove over a sharp jawline, slightly defined abs and a defined v line leading to one of the biggest dicks he’s sure he’s ever seen.

Keith’s eyes flicker back up to lock with Lance’s and he hastily takes the tanned hand extended out to him.

“I’m Keith.” He says. Lance licks his lips, eyes roving over Keith’s exposed chest to where the satin sheets have pooled in his lap. Keith flushes, for what reason he isn’t sure. He’s had attractive co-stars before, this isn’t new territory. Maybe it’s the look on Lance’s face, a strange mix of what seems to be respect and a type of hunger that sends a shiver down Keith’s spine. There’s a cocky air around him, but it isn’t obnoxious. It’s casual, natural, like he knows what he’s doing and doesn’t even really have to think about it. Keith’s heart speeds up in anticipation, hand feeling warm where it’s still clasped in Lance’s. He hopes Lance knows how to use that monster he’s got as well as everyone claims he does.

“Took you long enough to get out here.” Keith blurts out, trying to distract himself from the thoughts invading his head. Lance raises an eyebrow, dropping Keith’s hand and climbing fully into the bed.

“Beauty takes time.” Lance defends, laying his head back on one of the pillows. Keith snorts, propping his head up onto his hand so he can look at Lance as he speaks, “We’re in a porn video that will probably last no longer than seven minutes, what do you need to spend forty five minutes getting ready for?”

Lance’s cheeks flush and he narrows those pretty blue eyes, “I’ll have you know I last a lot longer than seven minutes.” He defends. Keith smirks, shrugging his shoulders.

“Guess we’ll see, won’t we?” Keith says. Lance opens his mouth to say something, but before he can the director walks over to stand at the edge of the bed, giving them a quick rundown of what he expects to happen in the scene. Something about keeping it simple or some shit, Keith can’t really say, he wasn’t paying attention. Once the director walks away Keith turns his head to be met with a mischievous grin and sparkling blue eyes that have nothing but trouble in them.

“Instead of doing whatever the hell he just told us to do how about we just feel this out, see where it takes us.” Lance says, leaning up on his elbows, face moving in closer to Keith’s own. Keith lets out a small puff of air, indigo eyes trailing over Lance’s face and eventually settling on his lips.

“Sure,” Keith responds, “If you can even ‘feel this out’ in seven minutes.” Lance narrows his eyes and Keith grins in triumph.

“I last longer than seven minutes.” Lance says again. Just as the director yells “Action!” Keith says, “Prove it.”

Lance leans up to close the small gap between them, hand cupping the back of Keith’s neck as their lips find one another’s. His lips are soft, Keith notes, almost impossibly so. They move with confidence against his own, long fingers curling into the black hair at the base of his neck. Lance tilts his head, pushing forward and nipping at Keith’s bottom lip, pulling the sheets away from their naked bodies as he leans up to push Keith back into the pillows.

“Open your mouth.” Lance murmurs against Keith’s lips, a tanned hand wrapping around Keith’s pale thigh as Keith hooks his legs around Lance’s waist.

“Make me.” Keith fires back, pale chest already flushed pink. An emotion Keith can’t place flashes across Lance’s face, something that gets Keith’s heart racing, something that almost makes him want to whine.

Lance’s hand comes up to grip his jaw, face set in stone. “Open. Your. Mouth.” He demands, words slow and pronounced clearly, “Now, before I open it for you.” Keith shivers at that, eyes wide as they search over Lance’s face. When he finds nothing but steely resolve he does as he’s told, opening his mouth as his hands slide up Lance’s biceps. Lance hums and leans down again, their lips meeting, his tongue sliding into the wetness of Keith’s mouth. The cameras and the lights seems to fade around Keith, and the only thing he’s focused on is the man above him, his skin, his mouth, the way his cock rubs just slightly against Keith’s own every time he moves. Most of all he focuses on the heavy pressure of Lance’s body against his own and on the muscles that flex in his arms and his back.

“Hurry up…” Keith breaths out as Lance moves to trail kisses along his jaw, hand trailing down Keith’s stomach, long fingers wrapped around Keith’s already half hard cock. Lance chuckles, kissing Keith’s earlobe.

“Things like this take time.” He says, giving Keith’s cock a squeeze. Before Keith can open his mouth to complain again Lance is moving his lips down Keith’s neck, sucking and nipping purple bruises into his skin. Keith tilts his head exposing more of his neck as Lance travels downwards, his tan fingers ghosting over a pale chest and abs, mouth leaving trails of red and purple bruises. Keith squirms, his patience wearing thin as Lance presses his lips to the pale skin of Keith’s hips, purposely avoiding the place Keith so obviously wants him on.

“Lance…” Keith breaths, arching his back and trying to get any sort of friction on his cock, his fingers threading through Lance’s hair. Keith barely notices as the cameras zoom to capture the way his hard cock slides into the wetness of Lance’s mouth, most of his attention is drawn on how it feels. On the way Lance swirls his tongue, on the way he sucks just slightly as he takes Keith’s length all the way to the back of his throat. And Keith focuses on his eyes, shockingly blue and filled to the brim with a type of hunger that Keith only hopes he can satisfy. The cameras zoom in close to Lance’s face, capturing that look and all its glory for the big screen, and Keith lets out a shaky moan, carding his fingers through Lance’s hair.

“You’re so good for me, baby.” Lance says with a wicked smirk on his lips once he comes up for air, pressing his lips to the head of Keith’s cock, “So pretty and flushed pink.” He runs his tongue down Keith’s length, spreading Keith’s legs and running his tongue down to circle around the rim of Keith hole, somehow still managing to look smug the entire time. He closes his lips around it, dark eyelashes fluttering against his tanned cheeks as he pushes his tongue inside. The camera captures that, too, follows Lance’s every move as he fucks Keith with his tongue. And the cameras catch Keith’s reaction, too. They get the widening of his eyes, the tightening of his hands in Lance’s hair, and the breathy moans that fall from his lips as Lance flicks his tongue inside of the tight walls of Keith’s ass.

“Yes…” Keith breathes out, rolling his hips down onto Lance’s face, trying to get as much friction as he can, “More.”

Lance’s eyes flicker up to lock with Keith’s as he pulls back, pink tongue coming out to lick over his lips.

“More?” He hums, leaning up to hover over Keith, palms pressed into the pillows besides Keith’s head. “More of what? Of this? Did you want me to suck you off the entire time?” He asks, eyes flickering over Keith’s face with a type of intensity that makes Keith weak in the knees. “More of what, exactly? Tell me what you want, baby.”

For a moment all Keith can do is stare at the man above him. He knows once this is all done and edited this part will likely be cut, but that’s what makes it…. special, almost. Because it shows that Lance isn’t just an actor, that he isn’t just in this for his own pleasure. He’s attuned himself to the way Keith feels, to his reaction to certain things, and he’s playing Keith like a fucking fiddle, making him feel weak in the knees, making his heartbeat skyrocket. He’s not a good actor, he’s good at sex. And that’s why he’s getting so popular in this business.

“I want you to fuck me.” Keith says honestly, eyes locked with Lance’s, returning the intensity as much as he can. “So hard that I’m sore in the morning, please, Lance. I want your cock in me now.” Keith breathes, fingers moving from Lance’s hair to rest on his shoulders, blunt fingernails digging into tanned skin to convey just how much he wants this. Lance lets out a breathy laugh, a grin on his lips as he stares down at Keith.

“Your wish is my command.” He says, leaning over to grab the bottle of lube off of the nightstand. Again, Keith knows this part will likely be cut out for the sake of efficiency, but watching Lance lather his cock (long and veiny with enough girth that it looks like it has enough girth for Keith will be able to really feel it) up with lube turns Keith on much more than he would like to admit. The part where Lance lathers his fingers up and fucks Keith open with his fingers will probably be cut, too, no matter how good Keith’s moans sound, but it’s fine, Keith can’t even really bring himself to care that much, especially since after all the prep is taken care of Lance is lining the head of his cock with Keith’s rim.

With his hands clasped around the backs of Keith’s knees Lance pushes forward, cock slowing stretching and filling the hot heat of Keith’s ass. Keith lets out a long moan, a genuine moan. There’s just a slight sting and that’s how he knows it’s good, that Lance is going to be worth his while. The camera zooms in on it, on the way Keith’s ass gapes around Lance’s cock, on the wetness of the lube, and once Lance has bottomed out they pan back up to get the look on Keith’s face. He’s already moaning, feeling filled to the brim, his hair splayed out across the pillow like an ink stain. Lance grips his legs tighter, pushing them closer to his chest and really getting in as deep as he can.

“That feel good?” He asks, rocking his hips gently to allow Keith to get used to it. Keith nods his head, pink bottom lip caught between his teeth as his arms fall from Lance’s shoulders. They land on the bed, and instantly his fingers curl into the velvet sheets. Lance pulls out, cock dragging against Keith’s walls and his rim, making Keith shiver before he pushes back in with enough force to get the sound of their skin slapping together audible. He builds up a steady rhythm, cock stretching Keith wide everytime he thrust back it. Keith rolls his hips down to join the effort, his moans filling the studio, soft and wanting. The slight sting that was there before fades completely, and the hot feeling of Lance’s cock replaces it. He fucks Keith just hard enough to get him moving with every thrust, his ass swallowing all Lance has to give him, and then somehow still asking for more. Keith closes his eyes, sinking into the feeling and moaning with every movement. He slips away, feelings nothing but Lance’s heat, seeing nothing but Lance’s face and hearing nothing but Lance’s voice. His fingers curl tighter into the sheets, head swimming with pleasure.

“‘More…” he moans out, eyes fluttering open. Lance stares down at him, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Keiths moans increase in volume as Lance’s cock grazes his prostate, his back arching up towards the man above him. He’s sure the cameras got that, even if he hadn’t planned it, there’s no way in hell they’d miss it, it would make for a great shot. His brain feels like it’s melted into shapeless goo inside of his head, and his skin feels like it’s hot to the touch. His cheeks down to his neck and chest are all flushed a bright shade of pink, and his toes curl in the empty air as Lance picks up his pace, pushing Keith’s legs even closer to his chest as he slams into him with a new found vigor, cock pressing against his prostate with every other thrust now. Keith’s back presses into the pillow, the mattress molding to his form and the sheets sliding against his skin as Lance pulls one of Keith’s legs over his shoulder, the sound of the lube squelching joining Keith’s moans.

“How’s that, Kitten?” Lance asks, and Keith moans loudly at the name, knuckles turning white what with how tightly he’s gripping the sheets. “Is this how you wanted it? Hard like this? You wanted to be fucked into the mattress?” Lance asks, and Keith can’t bring himself to answer, too busy moaning his mouth dry and squirming, the pleasure almost being too much to handle.

“Answer me, Kitten.” Lance demands, slamming into Keith hard enough to get him sliding up the bed, his cock bouncing against his abdomen. “Is this what you wanted? Or should I stop, hmm? Is it too much for you?”

“No!” Keith shakes his head hurriedly, forcing the words out of his mouth, “Don’t stop! God, please don’t stop. This is what I wanted-fuck yes yes! Yes! Fuck me just like that!” Keith moans loudly, mouth seeming to have a mind of its own. He can barely seem to keep his eyes open or his mouth closed, and he’s slightly aware of the fact that everyone in the studio is watching as he comes undone but he couldn’t force himself to stop even if he tried, not with the way Lance is drilling into him, not with the way Lance is hitting his prostate.

“Then stop running from it,” Lance says, hands moving to wrap around Keith’s thighs, yanking the pale boy further down the bed and closer to him. “You said you wanted it, so sit here and take it like a good boy.” Lance says, cock hitting Keith’s prostate with every new thrust of his hips. He dips his hand down in between Keith’s thighs, his hand coming to wrap around Keith’s weeping cock. Keith nearly screams, his thighs shaking and his eyes slamming shut as Lance pumps his hand in time with his thrust, thumb sliding over the sensitive slit of Keith’s cock with every other thrust. And Keith lets out a cry of Lances name, his vision spotting white as he’s pushed closer to the edge. It feels like fire flows through his veins, setting his entire body aflame as Lance fucks him so hard that every thought in his mind scrambles.

Keith’s voice rises to new heights, his muscles locking up as Lance pushes his cock in deep one last time, head pushing against his prostate, and then he’s cumming. The blackness behind his eyelids turns white, his toes curl and his back arches as he paints Lance’s hand white, the walls of his ass clenching and fluttering around Lance’s cock, squeezing it tight as his entire body spasms. Lance doesn’t stop or slow down, he keeps on fucking Keith right through it all, keeping his iron like grip on Keith’s thighs. His moans follow Keith’s own as his cock is squeezed tightly, his hips stuttering as Keith gasp for air once he’s finally stopped cumming into Lance’s hand. The muscles in his thighs twitch and he’s almost too sensitive, but before he can even gather his thoughts to say something Lance is cumming, too, a loud moan leaving his lips and he gives one last sloppy thrust into Keith’s ass before painting his walls with cum.

Keith moans weakly as Lance gives a few more half hearted thrust before slowly pulling out. He collapses on his side next to Keith, breathing heavily but still grinning slightly. Keith leans forward to press their lips together, Lance’s hand coming to push Keith’s sweaty hair away from his forehead. The camera zooms in on them kissing for a moment, and then the director yells: “Cut! That’s a wrap!”

Keith jumps at that, pulling away from Lance with wide eyes.

“Good job, boys! It’s was nice to get that all in one go. Get yourselves cleaned up and we can call it a day.” The director calls to them.

Keith blinks and slowly his brain begins to catch up, he remembers that this was just a job, that there was cameras catching everything that was happening the entire time. His legs feel like jello and his muscles twitch in aftershock.

“Was that alright?” Lance ask him casually and Keith’s eyes snap back over to look at the man. “A lot longer than seven minutes, right?”

Keith blinks, “Uh, yeah, that was… that was more than just ‘alright’.” He says. Lance beams at him, blue eyes lighting up like he’d just been told the best thing in the entire world.

“Cool, cool.” He says, clearing his throat and attempting to school his features into something more nonchalant. “It was really nice