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When Edward Teach said yes to Stede Bonnet's film directorial debut, he had been over the moon. An actual celebrity - a superstar really - in Stede's little period piece. Ed was gracious and polite, if a bit closed off, but Stede supposed he would be too, if he was that famous.
Well, he had been gracious and polite. Until now. They were filming The Kissing Scene, the first time his two leads kissed, and Stede knew exactly how he wanted it to go. It was too sexy, or too tame, or the hands weren’t right– a hundred little things that were leaving Stede unsatisfied. It was take forty-eight and they had been sort of yelling at each other since take thirty-six.
"Just fuckin show me yourself then, Christ!" Ed said.
There was a silence on the set. No one had done much talking since about take twenty-seven, except Stede and Ed and his other lead. But this was the kind of silence you could feel in your chest.
"Pardon?" Stede's voice was a little strangled.
"'Tender, a bit awkward, yet deeply passionate.'" Ed was quoting him. "Come here and show me what you want from me."
Of course Ed was handsome. Devastatingly so, if Stede had to give it an adverb. But he was so far out of Stede's league he had not even fantasized about what it might be like to kiss or touch him. Much.
"Ah," Stede said. "Alright then."
Stede sidled toward Ed and the other lead scampered away.
"So Benjamin knows he's in love, but Francis doesn't."
"Yeah, yeah, I read the script." Ed put one hand on Stede's shoulder like he had been directed to for the last hour. "Ready?"
Stede nodded. Ed leaned in. His lips were a bit chapped, but still very soft. Stede closed his eyes and reached up for the collar of Ed's shirt. And then he quite lost the plot, turning his head for a better angle, opening his mouth without thinking about it, kissing wet and sloppy as Ed tugged himself closer and moved both hands to Stede's face. This went on for a while, until the director of photography coughed loudly.
They wrenched away from each other. Ed was breathing hard and Stede was too, one hand on his chest where his heart was crashing against his ribs.
He wasn't sure he had ever been kissed like that before.
"Uh," Ed said. "Sorry?"
He didn't look sorry and Stede didn't want him to be.
"Two to tango, and all that," he said, stupidly. "That is– maybe we try again, with a bit less tongue this time. One hundred percent less tongue, actually."
Ed nodded. He put his hand on Stede's shoulder again. They kissed, chaste at first, then more passionate as Stede, standing in for Francis, acclimated to the surprise and reciprocated. Ed threw his other arm around him and their faces pressed together with desperation. It was not as hot as the making out had been, but it was still pretty unbelievable.
The director of photography coughed again.
"A bit– a bit like that," Stede said. "Pull yourself closer when you feel him start to reciprocate, maybe that's what's missing."
Ed looked a little dazed. He nodded.
Stede wasn't sure if they actually nailed the next take, or if he was just reeling. Either way, he declared them finished with the scene, and called for the lunch break.
A little bit later, the PA found him. "Ed would like to see you in his trailer."
Stede took a deep breath and walked to the trailer and knocked.
"S'open!" Ed called from inside.
Stede pushed inside. Ed's trailer was pretty spartan, but it was only a twenty day shoot. There were five days left, and for the first time Stede was a little glum that they were almost finished.
"Hey." Ed was sitting at the little table, a bottle of very nice bourbon and two glasses in front of him. He gestured for Stede to sit. "I'm not usually in the habit of drinking mid-shoot, but I think we could both use it today. Bourbon okay?"
"Peachy," said Stede, stupidly.
Ed snorted as Stede sat down. He poured them both a few fingers and they clinked glasses before taking their sips.
"I'm sorry for going all diva out there," Ed said. "Kissing scenes are always weird."
"You're hardly to blame. If anyone is the diva, it's me."
Ed grinned at him. Stede couldn't stop looking at his mouth.
"You're something, alright.” Ed looked down into his drink before looking up at Stede again. “Do you know why I said yes to this movie?"
"Because it's a good script?"
"Well, sure, yeah, but I get a dozen good scripts a day. And those are only the ones my manager even lets me see. There's the queer rep, of course, that's fucking cool. But mostly, it was because of you."
"Oh?"
"The balls it took to even ask! I looked you up– just a weird rich banker who quit his job to direct indie films? Who does that?"
"I spent so long not doing what I wanted. I've been divorced for five years, out for four, and while I had fun for a few years after that, ah, exploring intimacy–"
"Fucking around, you mean?"
"If you want to be crude about it."
"I do."
"You know, before today, I thought you were polite?"
"Edward Teach is polite. Ed is a bastard."
Stede chortled and took a sip of his bourbon. "At any rate, I had all this money and I wanted to do something meaningful with it. I've always loved film. Lucius had a script and I thought, how hard could it be?"
"And? Is it hard?"
"Only when my star goes diva on me because he can't figure out how to kiss right."
Ed laughed. "I think I proved I can kiss just fine."
Stede looked at Ed's mouth again. Ed noticed him looking. He took a long, lascivious drink, holding eye contact.
"You're not half bad yourself," Ed said. "Most directors aren't quite so… hands on."
"If I recall correctly, it was you who demanded I get 'hands on.'"
"Been wanting to get hands on with you since I walked on set, to be honest."
Stede choked on his drink. "Pardon?"
"C'mon. You flirt with me like, all the time. And everyone knows I'm a little gone for you."
" Pardon?"
Ed put a hand to his forehead, closed his eyes, and sighed deeply. "Lucius was right. You had no idea."
Stede was flummoxed. Ed was one of People’s Sexiest Men Alive about ten years ago, and he had only gotten hotter. And Stede was– well, it wasn’t exactly like he had trouble finding people to sleep with. But not men like this. "About– but– you're Edward Teach?"
"Even celebrities get horny, Stede."
"But– I– truly?"
Ed downed the rest of his drink, stood up, and walked over to the trailer couch. He sat and patted the space next to him. "I can prove it, if you want."
"Is that– appropriate? I'm your employer."
Ed shrugged. "I don't really give a shit. Do you?"
Stede hesitated. Ed's face fell. "You can tell me no. I've used up my asshole quotient for the day, I won't be shitty about it."
Stede peered down into his drink and swirled it around. He took his last swallow. "Far be it for me to say no to Edward Teach."
He looked up. Ed was beaming. Stede got up and sat next to him on the couch. They looked at each other for a beat and then they were kissing, messy and urgent, a little more teeth than was comfortable but Stede didn't care. They found their rhythm quickly and oh, Stede was certain Ed must have ruined every man he had ever kissed.
He pushed Ed down onto his back and nipped at his lower lip. Ed groaned and slid his hands down to grope at Stede's ass. Stede moved his mouth to Ed's neck, nuzzling into his beard, licking until he found a spot that made Ed shudder. He bit down and sucked and Ed made a noise Stede knew he would not forget any time soon.
They were both hard now. Stede slotted his thigh between Ed's legs and Ed pushed against it and thrashed.
"Please, Stede–"
Stede slipped his hand under Ed's shirt and found his nipple. He swiped at it with his thumb and Ed pushed into his thigh again.
"Shirt– I want–" Ed said. Stede lifted up off him just a bit so he could get his shirt off. Ed tugged at the hem of Stede's shirt too, so Stede removed it. He leaned back down and they were kissing again. It was even more electric with the skin to skin contact. Heat was pooling in Stede's lower belly, and his erection was almost unbearable in the confines of his pants. As if reading his mind, Ed started groping blindly at the buckle of Stede's belt.
Ed broke away from Stede's mouth. "I bet you have a fantastic dick. Can I suck it?"
Stede shuddered and nodded. He pushed Ed's hands away and undid his belt himself. Ed wiggled out from beneath him and threw one of the couch cushions on the ground. He knelt on it and indicated that Stede should sit up in front of him. He obliged, and Ed undid his pants and drew out his cock.
"Fantastic." He was looking at Stede's cock like it was the best thing he had ever seen. He gripped it lightly. "Just like I thought. Will you fuck me sometime?"
Stede's brain short circuited for a second thinking that he might get to have this again. That this man wanted him that badly.
"Yes, yes, of course, anything, Ed, anything you want." His babbling cut off with a short hiss as Ed moved his hand up and down in a firm stroke.
"Pull my hair," Ed said. He licked up Stede's balls and shaft in one long stripe and looked up through his lashes. Stede clutched at the couch on either side of him. "My hair, Stede, c'mon."
Stede did not need to be told a third time. He spared a moment of silent apology to Frenchie in hair and make up and then sank his fingers into Ed's hair and tugged. Ed hummed with approval and swirled his tongue around the head of Stede's cock. He put his mouth around it and sucked. Stede pulled at his hair and groaned. Ed took him a little deeper in his mouth, working his tongue, making obscene little slurping noises and gripping Stede even tighter in his hand. Stede tugged sharply and sucked in a breath when Ed took him all the way down to the hilt until he felt himself hit the back of his throat.
"God, fuck, Ed."
Ed popped Stede's cock out of his mouth and worked the shaft with his hand. "Yeah? You like that?"
"Ngh, yes."
"You've thought about this before?"
"Maybe not quite like thi– ah!"
Ed put his mouth around him again and sucked his cheeks in. Stede was no stranger to blowjobs, but this was something else. He was impossibly hard, and Ed's tongue and hands felt so good , Stede's mouth started running without a lot of input from his brain.
"You might be a better cocksucker than actor. And you're a fantastic actor. I used to– fucking hell, Ed, yes, do that again– I used to jerk off to that one scene in Angel Among Us. Is the anchor tattoo real?"
"Mmhmm," Ed said, lips still wrapped around Stede.
"You'll have to show me. I want to taste it. I want to taste every part of you. I could spend hours just eating you out. I can't believe you're on your knees for me. You're doing so well, darling, swallowing my cock like you were born to do it."
Ed shuddered and sucked hard. Stede could feel his balls tightening up against his body. He started thrusting, hands clenching in Ed's hair. Ed kept making these mewling sounds of approval and it was that as much as his mouth that had Stede moaning.
"I'm close, Ed, I'm going to come–"
"Mmhmm," Ed said again. He was choking a little, taking Stede even deeper, whining with his own pleasure. Stede cried out and came hot and hard down Ed's throat.
Ed swallowed every drop and pulled backward. He smiled up at Stede.
"How'd I do?"
"Fuck off," Stede said weakly.
"Actors thrive on positive reviews."
"Ten out of ten stars. Or whatever."
Ed pushed himself up and back onto the couch while Stede tucked himself away.
"Kissing okay?" Ed asked.
"Yes, yes–"
Ed tasted like bourbon and come and if Stede was just a little bit younger, he would be ready to go again just from that.
"What can I do for you?" he said, after a little while. He palmed Ed through his pants.
"You don't have to–"
"Ed. Please. Don't make me beg."
Ed grinned and glanced at his phone. "We don't have much time left. I'm close anyway. Can you just jerk me off? And then I want to come on your tits."
Stede startled. "My what?"
"Your tits, mate. They're incredible. I've been daydreaming about them since you wore that slutty little v neck day two of filming."
"That is actually a custom piece from a very famous designer–"
Ed kissed him to shut him up, which was fair. They really didn't have much time. After a few stops and starts, Ed had his pants undone and his cock out. Stede wrapped a hand around it and tugged. Ed swore.
"How do you like it?" Stede said. "Rough and fast? Slow and steady?" He demonstrated each option as he named them.
"Don't tease me. Just–" He wrapped a hand around Stede's and showed him a pace and angle he liked. When Stede caught the rhythm, Ed pulled away and leaned against the back of the couch.
"Fuck yeah, yes, Stede. Just like that. Tell me what else you want to do to me."
"I want to finger you until you can't see straight. Then I want to fuck you from behind and pull your hair so hard you scream with it. I could come down your throat every day for the rest of my life, Ed, you're magnificent."
"I'm–" Ed said. "Stop, lay back, I'm gonna–"
Stede let go and let himself be pushed down onto the couch. Ed straddled him and stroked himself, groaning deep and guttural, until he let out a harsh moan and came all over Stede's chest.
They panted together for a second, holding eye contact. And then they both started laughing.
"Twenty years in the business and I've never fucked a director, can you believe it?" Ed said.
"What, you got famous just on talent? Unheard of."
"Nah, I just fucked casting directors instead."
Stede giggled as Ed pushed himself off of him and the couch.
"Er," Stede said. "Could you perhaps fetch me something to clean off with?"
"Just a second. Can I…?" Ed had his phone out and was pointing the camera at Stede.
"Oh dear. You're not going to share it on Instagram or something?"
"Fuck, no, of course not. This is just for the spank bank."
Stede flopped backward. "Alright. I don't– what should I do with my face?"
"You can just smile. Yeah. Perfect." Ed snapped the pic and went to get Stede a towel. After he cleaned up and they were both fully clothed again, Stede felt a little shy.
"I'm sorry again, for all the takes. The scene is just important to me."
"I get it. You're a lunatic, but I like it. I haven't had this much fun on a set in years."
Stede smiled. "Really?"
"Really really."
They did their best to arrange their hair and clothing to look like they hadn't just had sex in a small trailer. They didn't do a very good job, because when John the costume designer saw Ed, he shrieked.
"Tell me you did not just have sex in your costume. Do you know how much time that embroidery took? Frenchie!"
The man in question hurried over. "Is that a hickey?" he said. "Stede, I know this is new for you, but we do not give our lead actors hickies when we are mid shoot!"
Stede was a bit too post-coital blissed out to let the criticism stick, so he just shrugged.
"It's my fault," Ed said.
"You gave yourself a hickey?" Frenchie said.
"Well, no, but I should have known better about the costume."
Frenchie gave a long suffering sigh and ushered Ed to the makeup chair to touch him up. John followed with the steamer, muttering darkly under his breath.
Lucius sidled over to Stede. "You lost me twenty bucks. I thought he wouldn't have the nerve until after the shoot was over."
"Apparently having a blow out fight with your lead actor that turns into a make out session does tend to hasten things along."
"You're being shockingly cool about this. I mean, the man has two million Instagram followers. He's famous-famous."
"Even celebrities get horny, Lucius."
Lucius snorted. "But like. He likes you Stede, do you get that?"
"Of course he likes me. We just had sex."
"No, Stede. He likes you."
Stede glanced over at Ed, who gave him a goofy grin and waved.
"Really?"
"Yes. Obviously. If you don't like him back you need to tell him."
Stede's phone buzzed and he pulled it out. Ed had sent him a picture of a cat with a v neck on with the caption, "it's you."
"Never mind," said Lucius. "You're already a goner."
"Hm? Can you help me find a picture of a cat with a beard?"
"No. I cannot. Good bye."