The studio was buzzing when Felix arrived. Staff hurried around setting up lights and preparing props, while a makeup artist fussed over one of the other male models.
Jake was nowhere to be seen.
But Felix didn't need to *see* him to find him. His body seemed to know exactly where Jake was, feet carrying him in a beeline toward the back room without conscious thought.
He pushed open the door to find Jake standing by a window, a towel over his shoulders, half undressed.
He glanced up as Felix entered, eyes flickering with heat.
Felix exhaled a sharp breath. Jake looked *good* like this: casual and undone, damp hair and exposed skin, muscles flexing in the warm glow.
He stepped closer as Jake set the towel down, eyes roaming over his half-naked body. "You're killing me," he murmured, hands reaching out to slide beneath the open edges of Jake's shirt. "Looking like *this*."
Jake leaned into him, voice low and rough. "You came all this way just to scold me?"
Felix hummed, pressing closer until their bodies touched—chest to chest, heat to heat. "No," he whispered, tilting his head up. "I came... to remind you."
One hand slid up Jake's neck.
"That *this*," he murmured — lips brushing Jake's — "is yours."
Jake growled deep in his throat and claimed the kiss before Felix could say another word.
Lips crashed together.
Fingers tangled in hair.
Clothes rustled as they were pushed aside.
No cameras now.
No script.
Just raw, desperate need — *love that burned too hot to ignore.*
And when the door finally creaked open?
The director paused… blinked… then quietly shut it back again.
Because no performance would ever beat *real*.
"I think," Felix panted between kisses, hands clawing at Jake's shirt, "you should... *really* practice that scene again."
Jake growled low in his throat. "Oh?" He backed Felix against the wall, caging him in with one arm. "You want me to act all romantic for you? Like I can't keep my hands off you?"
Felix bit his lip—eyes dark with want. "*Exactly.*"
A feral smile crossed Jake's face. "You're *terrible*, you know that?" He pushed Felix's shirt up, palm spreading across his chest—skin to warm skin. "You're supposed to be letting me finish this shoot, not distracting me."
Felix arched into the touch, gasping—body responding immediately. "It's not my fault you look so damn good," he breathed. "How am I supposed to stop myself?"
"You're a tease," Jake murmured, voice rough as he kissed a path down Felix's neck. "A goddamn *menace*."
Felix groaned as Teeth scraped over his pulse point, fingers gripping Jake's shoulders for support. "You'd be lost without me," he retorted, tilting his head to give better access. "Admit it."
Jake grinned against Felix's skin, a growl rumbling low in his chest. "You're not wrong," he murmured, tongue tracing a slow line to the sensitive spot behind Felix's ear. "I spend half my time trying not to pounce on you in public."
He bit gently at the spot, pulling a breathless gasp from between Felix's lips. "The other half," he whispered, "I'm thinking about the things I want to do to you… in private."
Felix shivered, his breath coming faster as Jake's hands moved down—over ribs, along hips—claiming every inch.
"Then stop thinking," he breathed, tugging at the back of Jake's neck. "And start *doing*."
A sharp knock at the door shattered the moment.
"Jake! We're ready for the final scene in five!" called a muffled voice from outside.
Felix groaned in frustration. "*Now?*"
Jake pressed one last rough kiss to his lips before pulling back just enough to smirk. "Duty calls…" he teased, adjusting his clothes with lazy confidence. "But tonight?" His thumb dragged over Felix's bottom lip again — slow, deliberate — eyes purple with promise. "*We rewrite all my scenes.*"
Felix's breath caught as Jake stepped back, that smirk still on his lips. "You're really going to leave me like this?" he muttered, voice tight with need.
"Yeah," Jake said, not even trying to hide the wicked glint in his eyes. "But trust me—"
He leaned in one last time, brushing a soft kiss against Felix's ear.
"*I'll make it worth your while.*"
Then he was gone—leaving Felix flushed and trembling against the wall… and absolutely counting the hours until tonight.
The shoot wrapped at last, and Jake didn't even bother changing.
Still in that half-unbuttoned shirt, hair tousled from the stylists—and a little more so from Felix's fingers—he found his Omega waiting right outside in their car, eyes bright with anticipation.
No words were needed.
As soon as the door closed, Felix reached for him—mouth crashing into Jake's like he'd been starving for it all day.
Jake growled into the kiss—hands gripping tight—before pulling back just enough to lock the doors. "My place," he panted. "Now."
Felix nodded frantically. "Please."
Because they both knew—
Tonight wasn't about romance on camera.
It was about claiming each other *for real*.
And neither of them could wait another second
---
Jake drove with one hand clenched on the wheel, the other gripping Felix's thigh—fingers pressing in like a brand. Every red light felt like torture. Every second apart was too long.
The moment they pulled into the garage, Jake killed the engine and turned—eyes dark, breath uneven.
"Mine," he growled, pulling Felix across the console before he could even unbuckle.
Lips crashed together again—messy, desperate—as hands roamed with urgency. No lights on yet. Just shadows and heat and *need*.
Felix arched into him with a whimper. "Yours… always yours…"
And as Jake carried him inside—lips never leaving skin—one truth burned brighter than any spotlight:
This wasn't performance.
This was *possession*.
And tomorrow?
Maybe… just maybe…
He'd let Felix direct his next scene
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Jake didn't turn on a single light. It didn't matter. He knew the layout by heart—and this time, he didn't need to see a single thing.
He carried Felix to their room—to their bed—and carefully laid him down, hands never leaving his body as he followed.
"Look at you," he murmured, taking in the site. "Like a goddamn fantasy."
He leaned over Felix, one arm braced by his head as he drank in every inch of flushed skin and heavy-lidded eyes.
"*My* fantasy," Jake whispered, fingers sliding down Felix's chest. He traced each dip and curve—memorizing them by touch. "Just for me… all night…"
Felix arched into the touch—gasping as calloused fingertips skimmed his ribs. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and when he spoke? His words came out a needy, desperate whine. "Jake, please…"
Jake growled softly at the sound, leaning down to nip at Felix's neck. "Please what?" he murmured against his skin.
"Please *touch me*," Felix replied, the words half a gasp as Jake bit down gently, lips warm against his pulse. "I've been thinking about it all damn day," he breathed, fingers grabbing at Jake's shirt. "Please, Jake—I can't take this anymore."
Jake hummed against his neck, low and rough. "What if I like making you wait?" he murmured, hand drifting lower. "Seeing you all breathless and worked up like this…"
"Damn tease," Felix muttered—even as his body arched into every touch.
"You love it," Jake growled, his hand finally sliding beneath Felix's waistband—slow, maddening. Fingers curled just enough to make Felix *jolt*.
"God—Jake!"
Jake kissed him hard, silencing the cry with his mouth. "Shh," he murmured against his lips. "*No one else hears you like this.* Only me."
Felix trembled under the touch—desperate and shaking—as Jake finally gave him what he wanted: rough, possessive strokes that made his back arch off the bed.
This wasn't romance.
And every moan? Every gasp?
Was a vow—
*Yours. Always yours.*
"I love the way you say my name," Jake murmured, lips tracing down Felix's chest. "All breathless, like you can barely think straight… just desperate for more…"
Felix could hardly reply, too far gone for words as the heat built—throbbing through his veins like an inferno. But as Jake's fingers moved *lower*, all he could manage was: "Please, Jake… please…"
"Please what?" Jake murmured, lips against his hip, breath warm across sensitive skin. "Tell me what you want."
"You—" Felix gasped, back arching as Jake's fingers teased the inside of his thigh. "I want *you*, damn it! All of you!"
Jake growled low in his throat—the sound pure possession—before finally closing the distance between them. Skin to skin, heat to heat, heartbeat to frantic heartbeat.
No more words.
Just fire.
Just need.
Just *them*.
And when Felix wrapped around him—whispering "*yours*" like a promise through tears and moans?
Jake knew—
No award, no spotlight…
Could ever compare to *this*.
"Jake…" Felix gasped, hands gripping desperately at his shoulders. "Jake, I can't… I need more, I—"
"Shhh," Jake whispered, lips brushing Felix's cheek as he leaned down. "I've got you, baby… I'm not going anywhere…"
He rolled his hips forward, and every word left *both* of them trembling. "Just breathe… I'm right here…"
With each move he made, the perfect dance between them, his words a promise in each breath: "All. Mine."
"All yours…" Felix repeated on a moan, fingers tightening on Jake's shoulder as he arched. "God… *Jake*-"
"I know," Jake murmured, hips rocking against him, setting a desperate pace that made *both* of them see stars. "I know… I feel it, feel *you*-"
He buried his face in the crook of Felix's neck, teeth scraping over the sensitive skin as he murmured between heavy breaths: "Close?"
Felix bit back a cry as the heat rose, hips stuttering against Jake's. "Y-yeah," he choked, fingers scrambling for purchase on his back. "God, Jake… *please—"*
"I'm right with you, baby," Jake growled, lips against his ear. "I want to feel you fall apart for me… wanna feel you lose control. You can do that for me, right? Let me see how good you can be?"
"*God—*" Felix gasped, body trembling below him. "Please… I'm so close-"
"That's it, baby," Jake groaned, hips snapping faster, rougher. "God, you're perfect… taking it so well for me… so damned handsome, the sounds you make… you're gonna be the *death* of me, you know that?"
The heat coiled tighter, tighter… "Jake, I-"
"Let go, angel," Jake murmured, voice rough with need. "Let me see you un-raveled."
To be continued....